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dreamland: the girls group chat

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, unprotected sex, breeding, revenge porn.

word count: 6.7k

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

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again mdni you have been warned.

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The clock struck eight in the morning, with sunlight streaming through the curtains and birds singing cheerfully outside. Blanca had risen earlier than Jimmy, busy preparing breakfast for them both. Trinity's words weighed heavily on her mind, filling her with anxiety about the possibility of her intimate videos being shared online.

She decided to hold off on talking to Jimmy until he was awake from his deep sleep, as it was important for him to be informed before his girlfriend made any impulsive decisions. As she prepared breakfast, the aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air, and she had Ariana Grande’s latest album playing, with the track "Dandelion" looping in the background.

She was attempting to sort through her thoughts amidst all the recent chaos. It seemed as though she was caught in a love triangle involving Jimmy and Trinity. Trinity appeared to be upset that Jimmy spent more time with Blanca than with her, while Jimmy himself seemed uncertain about what he truly desired.

Jimmy stirred from his sleep, the enticing aroma of breakfast wafting through the air. With a groan, he sat up, his head pounding painfully. Rubbing his eyes, he noticed Blanca with her back to him, lost in her music with headphones perched on her ears.

He noticed the outfit she had on—a crop top paired with snug booty shorts that left little to the imagination. As he rose from the couch and made his way toward her, he couldn't help but admire the way her curves peeked out from the fabric, drawing his attention to the bottom of his lips.

Jimmy approached her softly, his tall frame overshadowing her petite stature. He had watched her prepare breakfast for both of them, a gesture that filled him with warmth and affection. As he embraced her waist, she let out a surprised yelp, her heart racing as she turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise as she pushed her headphones aside.

Blanca observed that his hair was tousled, so she gently brushed it aside to get a better look at his striking features. She couldn't help but admire his charming face and captivating smile.

“Good Morning, Mamas.” Jimmy said as his voice was groggy and deep.

“Good Morning, how did you sleep?” Blanca said as she felt his head on the nuzzle of her neck.

“I slept really good especially with you.” She smiled at him. “I know your head must be banging right now.”

“Hell yeah, what you taking care of me now?” Blanca laughed softly, playfully nudging him aside, while Jimmy held her waist, planting kisses along the side of her neck that sent delightful shivers racing down her spine.

“Yes. Imma need you to be sobered up and fine, hell you might fall asleep again after this meal.” Jimmy chuckled at her while smiling.

He appreciated the ease with which they all interacted, cherishing the moment since it would be their final encounter. As he gently slid his hand beneath her shirt, he squeezed her breast, prompting a slight flinch from her.

“J-Jimmy, I’m trying to finish cooking.”  She said softly.

“Don’t mind me, just finish cooking.” She carried on preparing breakfast for them, unaware that he had no idea she possessed cooking skills—perhaps because he never inquired.

Jimmy wrapped his arms around her waist, showering her neck and cheek with soft kisses as he trailed behind her like a devoted puppy. While she switched off the stove and arranged the bacon on their plates, which also held waffles and scrambled eggs, he watched with adoration. Once she set their plates on the dining table, he settled beside her, clasping her hand as they offered a prayer for their meal before digging in.

As they sat down to enjoy their breakfast, she noticed Jimmy's face brighten with delight, his taste buds awakening to the explosion of flavors dancing in his mouth. “Damn girl, you can throw it down in the kitchen.” Jimmy complimented.

“Thank You, I learned how to cook when I was sixteen.” Blanca responded with a smile on her face. “But I do have something to talk to you about.”

Jimmy glanced at her, one eyebrow arched, as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “What’s the matter? Did I mess up?” She shook her head, offering a comforting smile to indicate that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“What’s up Mama?” Blanca struggled to find the right words to inform him that his girlfriend planned to leak their intimate videos online. She feared he would dismiss her warning, considering it was his girlfriend she was talking about.

She shook her head, attempting to dismiss the subject while she kept eating her meal. But then, she felt his hand softly glide over her thigh beneath the table. Locking eyes with him, she sensed his curiosity growing.

Blanca let out a heavy sigh. “Listen, last night I received a text from your girlfriend, Jim. She’s threatening to release our sex tapes. I need you to take care of this.” Jim's eyes widened at the thought of Trinity planning to make their intimate moments public. Was she really this angry because he was dedicating more time to Blanca than to her? And to make matters worse, he had even called out Blanca’s name while she was pleasuring him.

Jimmy gulped down his food before saying, “I’ll take care of it before I head out.” Blanca nodded in agreement and resumed eating, but soon he gently cupped her chin, urging her to meet his gaze.

"Thank you for looking after me last night, Blanca." She was taken aback that he recalled their encounter from the previous evening. She had thought he would simply forget and carry on with his day.

"Naturally, I couldn't allow you to drive out there inebriated, Jimmy, especially with the potential for something terrible to occur." She offered him a faint smile, her gaze locked onto his, sensing an unidentifiable spark in his eyes that intrigued her, yet she chose to dismiss it.

They both understood that this was the turning point for their relationship; after this moment, they would go their separate ways. The only chance Jimmy had to change Blanca's mind was to show her that he was a genuinely good man, not just someone driven by physical desires.

They found greater joy in each other's presence after breakfast, nestled together on the couch just like the night before. She felt a pang of realization that she would miss these moments, even if they were often overshadowed by the toxic behaviors that surfaced when they were together.

She needed time away.

Away from him and this whole entire situation, she needed a moment to breathe.

What lingered in her thoughts was his declaration of love from the previous night. She yearned to trust that there was a genuine connection, as Bianca had suggested, but he had been intoxicated—surely those words didn’t hold true meaning, right? His heart belonged to Trinity, not to her. Blanca didn’t want to entertain any delusions, so she decided to push those feelings aside.

As her fingers worked their magic on Jimmy's scalp, he let out a deep sigh, relishing the soothing sensation. The massage melted away his stress, providing the relief he desperately craved.

“You’re like the best head massager ever, Bia got my ass over here almost falling asleep.” Jimmy said, causing Blanca to chuckle.

“Hey, that’s just what I do. Make niggas like you fall asleep easily.” Blanca replied.

“Shit, it’s working though.”  While they were engrossed in watching TV together, Jimmy noticed his phone buzzing incessantly in his pocket. He pulled it out to find a flurry of messages from Trinity.

Jimmy let out a heavy sigh as he pushed himself up from Blanca’s lap, accidentally pressing Trin’s name on the caller ID. Rising from the couch, he made his way upstairs, seeking a moment of privacy for his phone call. Blanca, ever the curious one, watched him ascend the stairs until he vanished from view. Intrigued by his actions, she couldn’t resist the temptation to eavesdrop on their conversation, eager to understand his thoughts on the situation.

She ascended the stairs, the only sound reaching her ears was his voice conversing with Trinity on speakerphone, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of his footsteps as he paced back and forth in the upstairs bathroom.

“Trin what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Why would you want to expose me and her sex tapes for folks online to see? Are you fucking crazy?”

His voice rose slightly, nearly startling Blanca as she eavesdropped on their discussion about the matter. She hadn’t anticipated him addressing it so directly and promptly.

“That doesn’t matter Trin! If she told you that me and her are done! Then you should fucking listen! Instead of doing this crazy shit.”

“Well if your done with her you need to come the fuck home instead of being over there with that bitch!”

Jimmy's voice was filled with a rough edge of frustration, realizing that Trinity often overwhelmed him. He couldn't help but question why he constantly sought out Blanca, who never raised her voice or engaged in the back-and-forth arguments that characterized his interactions with Trinity. This only piled on more stress for him.

“And this the shit I be saying dawg! This is why I go over to Blanca’s house because of you! You be stressing me the fuck out Trinity! Why can’t you just be fucking chill and relax!”

“Because you’re my nigga! I’m not sharing with no side bitch like her you’re mine!”

“Aren’t you the same person that told me to go over there with her? After I moaned out her name instead of yours when you gave me head?”

Blanca was momentarily taken aback when she realized that he had been thinking of her while they were apart. What other secrets might she be unaware of?

“Did y’all fuck?”

“No, she took care of me like a woman should, especially since I went out drinking knowing that you weren't going to take care of me.”

“You know I would.”

“You wouldn't, I know you Trin.”

Blanca felt a warmth in her heart knowing he valued her for looking after him the previous night. Despite her reluctance to be around him after everything he had done, she couldn't bear the thought of him driving home intoxicated—there was still a part of her that cared for him deeply.

She remembered how he had been so yielding the night before, his large member resting in her hands as she watched him shiver from her caress. He was likely too intoxicated to recall the details, but he had promised to change for her. She felt uncertain about that promise.

“See that bitch got you all hooked on her! This is the reason why I’m exposing yall!”

“And this is the main reason why I go back to her because she wouldn’t do something crazy like that she literally broke things off with me Trin what more do you want from her?”

“I don’t want anything from that bitch, I just need you to stay away from her period!”

“And if I don’t?”

What did he mean by that? 

“The fuck you mean by that? Her pussy can’t be that good.”

“It’s not even about that. She took care of me Trin she made sure I was good instead of going home drunk—she would’ve kicked me to the curb if she didn’t want to see me but she didn't because that meant something to me.”

Blanca felt a warmth spreading through her heart when he mentioned that she never believed he would value her so deeply. Although she harbored resentment towards him, she recognized the truth in his words. Despite her feelings, she had been raised to care for those in need, and in his inebriated condition, he was clearly someone who required her support.

“Look, we will talk about this when I come over there, because you’re giving me a headache.”

Blanca descended the stairs and made her way to the kitchen, where she loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher for a thorough cleaning. She noticed his footsteps approaching from above as he glanced down in her direction.

As she bent over to load the dishes into the dishwasher, her back was to him, and Jimmy couldn't help but notice how her booty shorts accentuated her curves. Captivated, he approached her from behind, lifting her with a playful yelp and setting her down on the kitchen counter, cradling her between his legs.

With their faces just inches apart, he trapped her in place, his hand sliding into her booty shorts to cup her cheeks. The gentle squeeze made her instinctively wrap her legs around his waist.

She chuckled, “boy, what are you doing?” 

“I’m just being near you one last time baby, I can move away if you want me to.” Jimmy said as Blanca shook her head keeping him closer to her. “No, it’s fine I like being in your scent.”

“I do too.” They locked eyes, both transfixed, as Jimmy ran his tongue along his lower lip. The house was enveloped in silence, and she could sense the hardness of his arousal pressing against her.

Blanca gently threaded her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, which made him lean in closer, his face nestled against her skin as he let out a deep sigh—drawing her nearer. She felt a throbbing ache within her, yearning for his touch, yet she hesitated, wanting to keep the toxic energy at bay.

She appreciated his openness with her, and as she felt a soft, damp kiss on her neck, a thrilling sensation coursed down her spine, igniting a pulse of desire within her.

His gentle hands slipped from her shorts and encircled her waist, showering her neck with soft, affectionate kisses. She instinctively tilted her head, inviting him to explore further.

The sensation of her fingers kneading his scalp made his body unwind, eliciting a deep groan from him as he trailed kisses along her jawline.

“You feel better now? Your body seemed tense.” Blanca whispered gently.

“Mhm, much better than before.” Jimmy murmured. “Taking care of me and shit.”

He chuckled softly at her while he leaned back, locking his gaze with hers. His eyes flickered down to her lips and then returned to her stunning eyes—she seemed flawless, almost too flawless for someone like him.

“Fuck, why you gotta be so gorgeous mamas?”

“Because I’m that girl for sure, I mean look at me.” Blanca pulled her hands from his hair, revealing her figure and beautiful face, which made him smirk and nod in approval. “Sure is, with yo’ cute ass.” 

Blanca experienced a gentle smack on her backside, leaving her feeling a bit flustered. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck while he held her chin, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on her lips.

The kiss evolved into something deeper as she sensed their tongues engaging in a playful battle for control. However, this time, it was neither harsh nor forceful; instead, it was soft and affectionate, as if he were cherishing the moment, wanting to hold onto it just a little longer before they parted ways.

As her fingers wove through his hair, she intensified the kiss, their teeth colliding in a passionate dance. Jimmy lifted her by the thighs, guiding her toward the couch.

With her legs entwined around his waist, she sensed him leaving the kitchen and making his way to the living room. He settled onto the couch, his hands gripping her waist securely.

A wave of desire washed over her as she sensed his firm arousal beneath her. Her panties were drenched with longing just for him, prompting her to start grinding against his lap, surprising him in the process.

“B-Bia, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to mamas.” 

“I want us to enjoy this last moment together before parting ways Jimmy.”

Blanca was fervently rubbing against his firm erection through his sweatpants, feeling the warmth of her slickness seeping through her shorts and pressing against the tip of his shaft.

Jimmy draped his shirt around his neck, revealing the Tribal tattoos on his skin that she adored touching. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, as the captivating mix of their moans filled the room. Her hands moved smoothly over his tattooed chest, following the detailed patterns of his Tribal ink, each touch reflecting her appreciation.

She increased the pace of her movements, rubbing her wetness against him, prompting him to draw her nearer. She could sense the warmth emanating from his body while her face rested against his chest.

“F-fuck.” She whimpered in his ear.

“You doing a good job mamas, keep grinding on this dick for dada.” His deep, raspy voice made her body respond with excitement. “Fuck, imma miss yo’ ass so much baby girl.”

Hearing that he would miss her while he was away made her heart race. If she were truthful, she knew she would miss him as well, but they both needed this time apart for him to sort things out and for her to heal.

“Imma miss you t-too, fuck.” Jimmy smiled, aware that she shared his feelings of missing each other. "Sit up," he said in a deep voice. She complied, watching as he removed his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his impressive length, eager for her to join him.

Blanca took off her shorts and tossed them aside as he moved her panties to the side. She guided his strong shaft with her gentle hands to her entrance and gradually lowered herself onto him, causing both of them to groan.

Jimmy rested his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she gently swayed on his lap. He watched how her breasts shifted with each motion, giving her time to adjust to his considerable size.

She discovered her rhythm as she moved her hips on his lap, while he placed gentle, lingering kisses on her neck and cheek—whispering enticing words in her ear that were unlike anything she had ever experienced from a man like him.

“So fucking wet. You’re soaked for me baby.” Jimmy groaned in the air.

Blanca could only moan softly as waves of delight washed over her, her body heating up inside while his deep, husky voice murmured in her ear.

He nibbled at her neck, leaving his mark as a declaration that she was his and his alone.

“Talk to me princess, you love me?” 

He repeated himself, and naturally, she complied, but the pleasure was so intense that she could only nod in response. As he repeatedly pressed against her cervix, her thoughts drifted elsewhere. "Use your words, baby," Jimny urged, pushing deeper inside her, making her gasp.

“Yes, I-i love you. I love you.” He pressed her hips against him as the room grew warmer, playfully giving her a few light smacks on her backside.

“I love you too, I appreciate you so deeply. ride this dick mama, my little cowgirl.” She obeyed, biting her lip and speeding up, as their moans and groans echoed through the living room.

The noise of their bodies meeting echoed around them—Jimmy's hand slid down to hold her hips, helping her sway back and forth on him.

She began to experience a burning sensation in her thighs as she rode him harder, craving that blissful release. Jimmy's fingers dug into the soft curve of her hips, guiding her movements with each strong thrust.

He was skillfully entering her soft depths, leaving her breathless, as if she were seeing stars. The warmth of her desire surrounded him, creating a seamless rhythm as he moved in and out with ease.

“Fuckkk, Jimmy.” Blanca moaned.

“Mhm, you like this don’t you princess? You love it when I'm deep inside of that shit.” Jimmy grunted.

She shook her head and met his gaze, realizing that all she saw in his eyes was pure desire. Her body reacted instinctively, a fluttering sensation in her core as he pressed against her, his length rhythmically stimulating her from inside, brushing against her cervix and making her walls tighten around him.

“You so big daddy ... .i can’t take it.” 

“You can take it mamas, take all of these strokes I’m giving you. Such a good girl for me.” His compliments only made her more excited.

She began to move her hips in a smooth rhythm, enjoying the feeling of him deeply inside her, which made him lean back on the sofa in delight. "Yes, Bia, just like that, keep going. This is all yours, mama," he moaned.

It was all hers? 

She continued to move her hips, letting the tip of him lightly touch her core. Gripping his shoulders firmly, she gave in to the moment, feeling as if she was merging with him. A rush of feelings surged through her, causing a flutter in her stomach and making her thighs quiver.

“Oh my god, I’m finna cum Jimmy.” 

“Cum on this dick then baby, it’s yours.”  Blanca let out a quiet whimper as his strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding them close together and leaving her unable to move. He started to thrust upward, delivering deep, steady strokes that caused her to call out his name.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he moved inside her, sending her into waves of pleasure. With her eyes closed in bliss, she felt her body tremble around him, making her tighten again in reaction to his rhythm.

“Fuck, I fucking love you Bia. Best pussy I ever had.” He softly murmured as his hips maintained a steady rhythm. He then lowered his hand to move her panties aside, allowing himself even greater access. “You love me Blanca?”

Once again, he expressed his love for her for the third time. What was happening with him? Was he finally realizing that his actions were wrong? Was that the reason he was telling her this?

She found it hard to express her thoughts as words slipped away from her, and she soon felt confused while he kept moving under her. "yes, I love y-youuu, it’s coming Jimmy…Ouu fuck is c-coming.” She was able to breathe out between thrusts.

She felt her peak building stronger with every thrust, the pressure on her cervix creating waves of pleasure that made her head spin.

Jimmy’s member, covered in a soft white glow, made him feel dizzy. "I know, sweetheart, I know." He softly kissed her neck as she let out a small whimper from the sensation.

He leaned in and softly spoke to her, expressing his deep love and desire for her to bear his children. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Jimmyyy! Oh my God! Jimmy!" she exclaimed as she reached her peak one last time, a powerful wave of pleasure overwhelming her. Her essence spilled over him, soaking his lap in a warm rush, like a river at its fullest.

He looked down at the mess she had made of him, her head on his chest as he pushed his hips up, seeking his release. His hands were firmly on her backside, moving in and out of her soft body, creating wet, squelching noises with every thrust.

As his actions became more frantic and intense, he felt himself slipping away—on the brink of madness while being surrounded by her.

“I’m finna nut baby, fuckk Blancaaaaa.” Jimmy growled.

Jimmy pressed her hips down onto his lap one final time, filling her completely with his warmth—releasing wave after wave inside her, making them both let out a soft moan.

He entered her slowly, careful not to let any of his release escape, noticing how wet his lap had become from her squirting. Jimmy held her waist, with her head resting on his chest, feeling their breaths synchronize.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to nut inside of you.” Blanca shook her head reassuringly.

“It’s okay I’m on birth control so you’re safe.” Jimmy kissed her lips softly as she responded to it.

They remained in this position for some time until he needed to prepare to confront Trinity and make his way to Jey's house to talk about everything that had been going on. Jey was aware of Blanca but had not yet met her.

She faced him, his hands gripping her hips tightly. When Jimmy kissed her forehead, it made her smile, but a wave of sadness washed over her knowing this would be their final moment together. Still, she recognized that some time apart was necessary for both of them.

“Imma see you soon, don’t forget about me.” Jimmy said.

“I won’t forget about you.” Blanca responded.

As Jimmy took his keys and phone and walked out the door, Blanca closed it behind him. A heavy feeling settled in her heart as she thought about him not being there with her anymore.

He then expressed his love for her four times in quick succession and did something to her. He seemed so open and vulnerable, almost as if he truly regretted how he had treated her. Was he indicating that he intended to change while they were separated?

Blanca picked up her phone and called Bianca to share what had occurred between her and Jimmy, seeking her perspective on the situation.

Jimmy was at his twin brother's house after handling the drama with Trinity, who had leaked Blanca and his sex tape online. He and Jey were in the backyard, enjoying a beer while Jimmy expressed his frustrations about everything he had been going through.

“Remember, shawty I was telling you about?” Jimmy asked as Jey sipped on his beer.

“Blanca? Yeah? What did you do?” Jey realized his brother had done something foolish when he heard Jimmy let out a deep sigh. “I fucked up twin, she called it quits with me.”

Jey’s eyes were wide open when Jimmy had said that, “like she broke up with you?” Jimmy nodded his head feeling bad.

Jimmy shared the reasons for ending their relationship, stating that he was only interested in her for sex and was too focused on Trinity afterward. She mentioned that after he and Trinity got together, he chose to drown his sorrows in alcohol and went to Blanca's house.

“What did she do when you came to her crib twin?”

Jimmy remembers her nurturing him, expressing her concern for his well-being. She was gentle, and the way she touched him made him shiver with intensity.

“She took care of me uce,  She let me in. She didn’t kick me to the curb. She let me stay and took care of me. And even cooked us breakfast this morning.”

“Stop.” That’s when Jimmy got silent looking at his Twin brother. “Do you realize how rare that is for a woman like her to do that? Even though she didn’t want you there but still took you in.”

“Especially, when she cooks yall some breakfast too? Yeah she’s a fucking gem right there Uce.”

Jimmy was unaware of how unusual it was for her to show that kind of care for him. Despite the pain he had caused her, she genuinely cared about him, and it meant a lot to him that she took the time to look after him.

"Consider this: would Trinity help you if you showed up at the hotel intoxicated? No, she wouldn’t, because she doesn’t care about you, twin." Jimmy looked at him, raising an eyebrow and wearing a puzzled expression. “What do you mean by that?”

Jey was unsure how to inform his brother that Trinity was hooking up with another guy at the club. Someone had recorded it just for Jey to see, and he felt sorry for his twin brother for being involved with a girl like Trinity, who was likely to be unfaithful.

“I’m saying she ain’t shit either here look.” Jey took out his phone and opened his gallery to show Jimmy a video of Trinity with another guy, not him.

Jimmy felt his heart drop as he watched her on all fours, hearing her moans in the video. It hit him hard how much he had messed up with Blanca, who he truly valued but had been too blind to appreciate.

Jey paused the video and put his phone back in his pocket, gazing into Jimmy's eyes, which were filled with regret and sorrow. "You just lost a girl who took care of you when you were drunk and gave you the best handjobs and massages ever. Yeah, you messed up," Jey said.

“I told her I loved her Twin.”

"You feel that way because you've never had love and care from someone like her. She was ready to offer it to you, but you were too focused on casual encounters and then leaving. That's not fair, twin." Jimmy realized Jey was correct; he had really messed up. Now, he was worried about when he would see her again, and the thought of her finding someone else instead of him hurt him deeply.

Jey had his arm around Jimmy’s shoulder comforting him. 

“Hey twin, if you want to win her back, you need to improve yourself little by little. I can help you with that as your brother.” Jimmy laughed and nodded, realizing he needed to become a better person not just for her, but for himself too.

“Also, when am I going to meet Blanca?” 

Jimmy chuckled, “soon twin very soon.”

Jey advised him to end his relationship with Trinity before anything shifts between him and Blanca. He suggested that he should send Blanca her favorite meal and a bouquet of her preferred flowers to her doorstep.

Jimmy was aware of her favorite seafood boil and flowers, so he quickly placed an order for them. Blanca had a strong influence on him, as he wouldn't have done this for Trinity.

Jey said, "You should change your number. If Trin chooses to release your sex tapes with Blanca, you should take her to court. I don’t want your reputation damaged because of her bitterness." Jimmy nodded in agreement.

Jey had a lot of respect for Trinity, but after watching the sex video of her with another man who wasn't Jimmy, he lost all respect for her. He understood that Jimmy had started things first, but he could see why Jimmy often went to Blanca's house; Trinity was really stressing him out.

While Jimmy and Jey were discussing date ideas for him and Blanca's next meeting, Jimmy felt his phone vibrate. He took it out of his pocket and noticed a text from Trinity, along with a new post from Blanca on her social media.

Jimmy felt uneasy whenever she called him that, as it happened only now and then. He looked at Blanca's story, and what she shared made him feel happy inside.

blancasspov posted on their story!

He smiled at the thought of her waiting for him, as he enjoyed her story before replying to Trinity.

Jimmy reflected on his brother's earlier words—he was tired of repeating this cycle with her.

Jimmy set his phone to do not disturb and sighed, still in disbelief that he had just ended things with her so suddenly—Blanca really had an impact on him.

Blanca was at home, wrapped in a blanket that carried his scent. It lingered on her couch, filling her thoughts with memories of him alone.

She longed for the moments when he would rest his head on her stomach as she gently massaged his scalp, lulling him to sleep. She missed his kisses all over her body and the way he repeatedly expressed his love for her.

She kept replaying those moments in her mind, but she recalled what Bianca had said during their phone call earlier today when she called to share the news about what had happened.

‘Remember bestie, cater to yourself first make sure that your heart will be ready for him, make sure that you’re ready to have something serious for the long run with him—and make sure that your mental health is in good shape.’

She kept replaying those moments in her mind, but she recalled what Bianca had said during their phone call earlier today when she called to share the news about what had happened.

She stood up from the couch and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw a man holding a bag of her favorite seafood boil and a bouquet of peonies, her favorite flowers.

“Are you miss Blanca?” The man asked.

“Yes, I am. Are these for me?” Blanca said as the man nodded his head yes. “Do you know who sent these?”

He shook his head and said, "No, ma'am, I believe there's a card in the flowers, but these are for you." Blanca accepted the food and flowers, thanking the man as she closed the door behind her.

She set the food on the table next to the flowers, noticing a card attached to them. To her surprise, the card was from Jimmy, and she read it carefully.

‘I just wanted to show you how thankful I am for you to take care of me last night. It meant something to me. I love you Blanca. Please don’t forget about me.’ Xoxo Jimmy 💗

She smiled at the card before setting it on the table. Then, she picked up both bouquets of flowers, leaving one without a vase. She inhaled the fresh scent of the flowers before arranging them in a vase to display in her living room.

Blanca longed for him to be there so she could kiss him on the lips, but since he wasn't, it only deepened her sadness about his absence.

But it’s for the best for both of them.

Blanca set the vase with flowers on the table and placed another one beside it. She then picked up her seafood boil and the remote before starting to watch her show, Temptation Island.

After finishing her meal, she felt satisfied and got up from the couch. She walked to the kitchen to throw away her leftovers in the trash and grab a bottle of water.

As she settled back onto the couch, she noticed her phone buzzing. Picking it up, she saw that Bianca had sent her a text.

She smiled at the message.

Blanca laughs quietly to herself, remembering how Jimmy not only bought her favorite seafood boil but also brought her favorite flowers.

She was correct, especially after he expressed his love for her four times today and mentioned his desire to change for her. This was the first step he took to win her heart back.

Blanca said he had written a message on the card expressing his love for her and reminding her not to forget him during their time apart.

Blanca glanced at her phone and noticed it was nearly midnight. She picked up the remote from the table and turned off the TV. After getting up from the couch, she folded the blanket and made her way upstairs to her room.

After doing that, she spotted something on the other side of the couch—it was his black hoodie that he had left behind earlier. As she picked it up, the familiar scent enveloped her, making her feel weak in the knees as she headed upstairs.

Blanca settled into her bed, pulling the blanket over herself. She wore his hoodie, inhaling his scent and imagining he was there beside her, with her head resting on his chest as he gently rubbed her back in circles to help her drift off to sleep.

She followed through as her soft snores echoed in the quiet room, only audible to her. She was completely unaware when her phone beeped, as she was already fast asleep and didn’t notice the sound.

Jimmy sent her a text, even though he knew he shouldn't. He just couldn't resist because he missed her.

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jonathanfatu replied to your story: taking it step by step. ❤️‍🩹

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: omggggg he’s really trying fr 🥺

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: BIG JIM DID THIS?

uceyjucey replied to your story: with the help of his twin brother ofc nice to meet you btw

trinity_fatu replied to your story: oh bitch I can’t wait to whoop that ass again it’s up there you fucking slut 😤

americannightmarecody replied to your story: JIMMY DID THIS? WAIT WHAT HAPPENED TO TRIN?

romanreigns replied to your story: so you must be Jimmy’s new girlfriend huh?

rikishi replied to your story: hopefully we will get to meet you sweetheart ❤️

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a/n: I feel like Jey helped his twin brother out with this and spoke some true shit to him for fr fr and now we are to see what will happen next—and Trin I hope they both take ya ass to court.

Revenge Porn Is Illegal.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below 

STAY UCEY.

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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

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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.

Main One

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.

bc2

“Your books have been past due, ma'am if you don’t intend on producing them within the next five minutes your account will be charged,” Celiné stood behind the desk of the Gotham library. The woman started complaining about time being short and Celiné pulled the barrier down at the counter and disappeared out the door for the librarians. Her heels clicked on the marble floor of the library , pushing the cart of returns her fingers brushed against the spines of the books. Her fingers paused in the process slipping a book out of the case,”are you watching me now?” Her attention returned as she slipped the book back in place blocking the view from the other side.

Silence was given to her as a response, the woman hummed lightly, moving on to the back rows where the encyclopedias and old almanacs were sat for decades collecting dust. She saw the shadow from the other side but payed them no attention instead moving to the far wall swiping her card to the archives. The woman wandered past the first few rows then adjusting her glasses she stood still,”you don’t need glasses,” a deep voice broke the silence.

Celiné slipped the frames off her face,”don’t I? if my glasses were the focus of your attention we could have met elsewhere.” Flexing his biceps as he leaned against a shelf eyeing her petite frame,”do you even like books?” Celiné quirked a brow at his slight jab,”do you often stalk women before you ask for favors or do you just pay them in advance like Rachel?”

Roman couldn’t help the laugh that came from his mouth,”when did my sexual partners become an interest to you Celiné?” The woman scoffed turning to face him,” if she’s a sexual partner I suggest you get checked bats, I would hate for the hero dick to fall from it’s graces.” Roman clenched his jaw at her smart mouth, she knew how to pinch his nerves,”you know I’m not a hero-,” he felt shivers fall down his body when her nails drug across his shoulder,”no need to explain bats, I don’t care about your moral compass, what do you want?”

Roman gripped her wrist tightly,”keep your nose out of my bedroom, what I do isn’t your business.” She grinned having struck a nerve,”bats I'm disappointed in your manners I thought Al taught you how to treat a woman.” He let a low growl out as he pressed her against the cool metal shelf one arm by the side of her head,”don’t.” Celiné smirked up at him,”oh Ro I’m surprised, I wouldn’t expect you to defend the groupies honor so readily.” Roman gritted his teeth glaring at her,”I’m not with Rachel, I’m-,” the woman reached up patting his cheek then swiftly countering to where she stood in front of him her strong grip on his neck as her nails dug into his flesh,”I don’t give a fuck what you do, and now you’ve angered me whatever favor you wanted you’ve lost my interest.” She pushed away disappearing from the aisle and out of the archives. The man angrily slammed his fist against the shelving unit, hating when she got the last word, hating when she didn’t care.

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Roman sat at the desk of his office, up at the bank building, he couldn’t concentrate as he had the woman’s words in his head from the morning before. He angrily pushed away from his desk then stepping to the bar in the office space he poured himself a cognac, sipping the glass. The knock on his door then Al appearing from the general space of his floor outside the more private office space. “What is it?” Roman asked short with the man who questioningly looked at the man who was normally composed,”Are you alright my chief?” Roman clenched his jaw avoiding going off,” I assume it didn’t go well with Ms. Oye?” The taller male stiffly moved to sit down in his leather chair,” if you had to ask you know the answer.” Al hummed in acknowledgment,” I’m sure I could have her here if you want chief?”

Roman eyed the older male,”if I couldn’t get her to entertain my favor what makes you think you’re any better?” Roman leaned forward as the man tugged out his phone typing away then looking at his watch then went back to typing. The older male slid the device into his pocket,”She will be dropped off in the next ten minutes my chief?” Roman’s brows shot up,”you’re joking?!” Al shook his head with a genuine look,”no sir, I reached out personally.” Roman laughed incredulously,”you have Celiné’s number?!” Al nodded his head looking down where Roman sat,”yes Ms. Oye is a bright woman, she’s helped me with access to some old baseball archives before.”

Roman rolls his eyes,”of course she has,” the sound of the elevator dinging made Al turn greeting the woman,”Ms.Oye, thank you for coming on such short notice.” Roman clenched his jaw spotting blonde hair and then a whining voice,”Romey you need to fire your butler he’s always getting my name wrong.” Al grimaced seeing the woman walking over to the man’s desk where she pushed the work off his desk then sat on it,”I got my nipples pierced do you want to see,” she laughed loudly playfully tugging her shirt off wearing no bra,”of course you do, do you like them Romey?” Roman’s eyes shifted from where the woman sat with her fake tits out to where the elevator door opened and in stepped Celiné who gently shook hands with Al handing him an old baseball card. The woman raised a brow as the man shoved the blonde off the table making her scream in surprise,”oh no need to stop your pre lunch escapades Roman, I’m sure Tyler has some really important things to share with you.” Celiné with an accomplished smirk closed the office door despite his yelling going over and accepting a glass from Al who apologized for his chief,”No worries Al, he’s just an immature male is all they tend to all spill for the easiest of tricks.” The older man choked on his drink, where as they both could hear Roman cussing angrily.

Warnings // Angst // Grief // Profanity // Talk of death and murder

Word count // 7.8k

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The atmosphere in the dimly lit cigar lounge was nothing if not grown and sexy. Seductive and luxuriate. The exact space where surgeons, finance guys, CEOs and anyone else who wore designer suits to work—ironed to a trace of no flaws—went to bide their unwinding after a stressful day.

The usuals scattered about. At the bar, seated in the booths or standing at the high tables that were dressed in pristine white cloths vacant of any stain or wrinkle. White collar hustlers and whoever they report to. Men and women in pantsuits of all colors. Black, brown, blue, grey—and sleek as all hell despite the wear and tear that comes with working enduring hours in the city. Suit jackets most likely hanging off the back of their chairs or left in the car altogether. Dress shirts unbuttoned and ties loosened. 

Cathedral-like ceiling with nostalgic decor and timeless paintings splattered on the walls. The buzz of enlightening chatter and glasses clinking on the bar top, being dished out in almost a robotic fashion—all leveled out by the live jazz band. That earthy and almost leather scent of Mayan Cigars, mixed with the cologne and perfume you could only find in stores where the workers get paid on commission. 

In a less than quiet corner of it all, sat two young women. Breaking through to their late twenties, and trying to navigate in a world where the odds were stacked against them. They clinked wine glasses for the third time that evening, drawing attention from nearby patrons. A bustling force they were. They could have been as quiet as church mouses, and still would’ve captivated the attention of the room. Young, vivacious, and hungry as hell in spirit.

my love.

.. before we start with my first fic (heyy y’all 😂) , i just wanna say she ^ is my whole vibe. idk i’m mainly doing this for myself. if any of my stories do get big support, thank you! 😭

y’all are probably tired of the introduction so let’s get into the ff.

(IM A JAMAICAN-AMERICAN SO: BLACK OCs ONLY BTW, SO YES YOU WILL SEE ‘AFRO’ AND ‘MELANIN’ AND ‘CURLY/COILY’ ALOT IN MY FICS.)

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song inspo: ‘nothings into somethings - drake’

warnings: nothing really.. ??

jey uso x brenae (oc)

joshua and brenae broke up two years ago. all brenae wanted was that ideal life. get married, start a family, die together. everybody wants that, no?

josh and her were the ‘perfect’ couple. the ‘high-school sweethearts’ type. the ‘couple goals’ type. the “they’re never going to break up” type, but everybody who believed this was wrong.

after years, josh never asked the question. he never decided when he wanted to settle down, leaving brenae in a tight situation that quickly led her to the decision that she won’t wait for that man anymore…

and so she left him.

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joshua still wasn’t over it. it didn’t matter how long it had been, he still wasn’t over her. she was his everything and more.. but he was not ready — more like too scared — to take things forward. he didn’t know how to cope without her. even his family tried to get in contact with brenae but she completely ghosted them all. except trinity, that was her best-friend (besides her sister) , the person she trusted with everything. she was forever thankful glad that she had gotten close with her in that time that her and jon were together. the last two years of his life had been hell and he had relapsed into his drinking addiction.

big cup of ac’, i’m drowsy

fast forward, the vulnerable man was now drunk and in his emotions, dang near ready to get into bed. the use of alcohol and sleep to replace tears seemed like the best solution to him. he was now on his fifth drink he had made using his built-in bar, an affordable vision brought to life that helped explain his character.

i’m still posted up where you first found me

joshua was scrolling through his phone, wasting time as he had no love for anything hobbies or enjoyment anymore. on instagram, he saw that trinity had uploaded a new post.

it was with..

brenae..?

he sat up straight on his couch, his lidded eyes widen as he stares down at the screen in his hand. it was brenae. he hadn’t seen or heard from her in two years and now she’s on trinity’s post? ‘it has to be serious?..’ he thought.

and there she was. ‘with trinity.. in front of some balloons and flowers. a comfortable, dark scenery, probably an important event i don’t know about..’ and he was right. he zoomed in. a man.. next to brenae. he hadn’t even noticed, way too focused on her looks; you’d think she wouldn’t have changed much in only two years. the moonlight shimmered down on her as she smiled… that smile. it could make the whole room light up in a matter of seconds!

“who the f*ck is that?”, josh had managed to slur out in a whisper. “who is that man..”

no hope — he does not know him. his eyes move down the screen to the caption ‘my favorite, my best-friend, a sister to me! i love you so much, sissy, and congrats on your engagement 🥲😘’

did i just read that you just got got engaged on me?

i heard from your friend, you couldn’t even tell me

joshua had practically jumped out of his seat because what do you mean engagement? ‘it’s been TWO YEARS.. two years and the woman is already engaged? after all the effort that i had put into the relationship, all the tears i spent crying over this girl, i meant not a d*mn thing to her!’, he kept repeating the last sentence in his mind over and over again until it drowned out all the other thoughts that he had left.

this time alcohol and sleep couldn’t save this man. he was too far gone. the love of his life had left him and he still wasn’t over that… and now his own sister-in-law is posting a congratulations in regards to her engagement?

“cool. so that’s it then.. huh? the one thing she wanted i couldn’t give to her, am i a man?”, he cried out to himself in a shaky breath, dropping his phone on the couch while he did his best to not drop the alcohol mix in his hands. “i’m not a man… i’m not the man she wanted. she couldn’t even wait for me.. she didn’t wait..”

or better yet wait on me..

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author’s note:

BYE, DID I DO GOOD? 😅😭 I KNOW IT’S SHORT BUT I TRIED GOING FOR AN EMOTIONAL FEEL!

y’all i’m scaredduhh.. okay, there y’all go my first fiction, mwah!

Roman tilted his head back against his desk chair, a low moan escaping his lips. The easy blonde was bobbing her head against his semi hardon, when Al came through his office doors he didn’t flinch forcing the woman’s head on it as the older man simply announced,” the fuller account is in place chief.” The woman trying to act innocent pulled away acting shocked to be caught on her knees her annoying voice filled the air,” oh my goodness Al I had no idea you were in today!”

Roman already soft hearing the woman’s voice aggravating his nerves like a cheese grater against them,”get out.” The woman gaped looking at the man who’d already adjusted himself redoing his belt,”but handsome, I don’t have to go back for another hour I thought we could have lunch together,” Rachel’s valley girl voice rung out. Al cleared his throat,”you’ve got semen on your chin, please see yourself out Tyler,” he used her middle name knowing the woman hated it. The lady gasped,”Ro Ro are you gonna let the help talk to me like that?!” Roman pinched the bridge of his nose,”don’t get escorted out, you’re not needed anymore.”

When the blonde left cussing them on her way out whining, Al sighed outwardly,”why do you entertain that tramp sir?” Roman sent an even stare at the older male,”what’s the real reason you’re here?” The pair sat in the Anoaʻi building which was a multibillion dollar banking firm which was shadow ran by Joseph Anoaʻi or Roman, but had a board of members who acted like the faces of the company. In reality none of the real world of Gotham knew the face behind the company nor the underworld made connections to the bat.

The pair walked out of the hidden ceo office on the top floor, then were out in the private elevator down to the underground space. Then to the man’s vehicle and sped through the underground tunnels until it came to a road above ground. They’d driven in silence until they arrived outside of the city to the man’s compound within a cliff overlooking Gotham. When they crossed into the man’s lair Al was already pulling up the different cameras all over the city, he hummed in acknowledgment, as different traffic feeds and local news were on the many flat screens across one wall. Al typed away scrolling,”seems as though Gotham’s been busy chief.”

Roman who’d taken off his suite jacket tossing it over a chair then loosening his tie putting it to the side, poured himself a glass of whiskey.”When isn’t it busy? have you spotted any other leads with the man child?” Al lifted a brow at the mention,” I thought you were over that strange?” Roman chuckled sipping his glass,” him trafficking drugs isn’t news Al, we both know he’s got cops on his roll and plenty of buyers, I could give a fuck what the ants of this city do with their lives.” Al shook his head,”I almost thought you had a heart sir?” Roman grinned rubbing his beard at the sarcasm,”Nobody with a heart survives this place.”

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Celiné stepped through the alleyway, past the cage barrier and down the steps until the neon lights shone against the graffitied walls. The Ice box was one of the many underground spots owned by the penguin but when the man got locked up it became a spot where all the lost and dark souls of Gotham hung about. It subsequently fell under the Scarecrow who was on an ego trip with no competition since the penguin was behind bars doing a fifty year bid at Arkham.

The bright strobe lights mixed with the red mood lights and the thumping of base made an intoxicating mixture with the spiked alcohols Scarecrow had for the many different clients. Not only was it a club front now for Scarecrow’s dealings but also a strip joint where Rachel crawled from being as Celiné called her rated E for everyone she was willing to lay down with. The other strippers were good women with rough stories, a few Celiné would help out with rent when a good hit came in. Her motives were bigger than some slut and drug bar, she had her eyes on whatever sparkled, whatever had the bigger dollar sign.

For the right price the woman was the black cat of Gotham, a vixen in latex, and a hell of a good thief. Celiné could swipe a ring from a handshake, or dismantle some of the cities most secure safes. Lately though she was working a gig for Marco, the Scarecrow who she called scary because to her he was just a whiny child begging for attention. Her job was to swipe some items from the hospitals chemist lab. It wasn’t easy but after flirting with a molecular chemist and agreeing to dinner she’d swiped his key card from his lanyard and left with what was asked for.

Scarecrow stood at the very top of the viewing balcony on the opposite side to the entrance. He watched the woman come into the ice box, he grinned devilishly,”ah here come bitch kitty.” His goons laughed encouraging his antics as his bigger than life wardrobe was never enough. The woman went through security then was able to go up the stairs as she was unarmed, “do you have what I need?” Celiné deadpanned him holding up a small satchel when he reached for it she moved her arm back, holding out her manicured hand,” payment first, scary.” The man’s grin faultered,”Miss kitty do you doubt me? I’m hurt,” he grasped his chest but then snapped his fingers as a brief case was given to her. Once she searched it counting the bands she nodded her head, handing over the satchel.

The woman turned on her heels on her way back to the top of the stairs, feeling a large hand on her hip she elongated the steel nails of her gloves, her hand hovering over his golden pants.”Woah easy kitty,”Marco chuckled heavily his warm breath above her ear,”I’m still offering a position as one of my little concubines if you’re not busy, I’m sure I have time to let you try out for the roll.” Celiné turned slowly a fake smile on her face as she leaned in,”call me a bitch again and I’ll castrate you,” she glided the tip of one of her sharp nails under his chin making him wince though the smile never left his face,”always so grumpy, be a good kitty and go find me some product.”

Celiné flipped him off over her shoulder stepping down a few steps calling over her shoulder,”it’ll cost you, extra for pissing me off Marco.” Hearing the man’s laugh she walked down the glass stairs her eyes always scanning the area she was in. Celiné caught the glimpse of someone who was trying to blend in a little too well. The woman couldn’t help but laugh to herself taking her time in the crowded and very smoky club. She wandered over to one of the bars setting cash out, waving the bartender down who knew her order by now.

“That’ll be on me,” a deep voice came from beside her, the woman raised a brow in amusement though her hands slipped money back into her purse. When her glass came she took a tentative sip looking ahead at the many shelves on the wall. “That’s a big purse you have Celiné,” the deep voice drew her attention,”I don’t see how that’s your business bats?” The man swiped his tongue over his bottom lip staring at her side profile trying to read her.

“For as long as you have attempted this cat and mouse chase you never will be able to read me, I thought you knew better than trying to profile me,” Celiné said looking to the tv on the side of the bar. Roman snorted at the smart mouth that often greeted him when he crossed paths with her,”I don’t need to read you to know you’ve been giving Scarecrow some attention lately.” Celiné grimaced at the thought, she finished the drink leaving the glass behind, sliding off the tall stool she stepped away from the bar. Blending in to the huge crowd she tucked the case beneath her arm and was out the club in the middle of the alley.

His voice appeared again from behind her, a master at spawning into a place in silence like her,”I don’t want you to work for him anymore.” Celiné stood still,”oh bats I’m flattered, truly, but jealousy isn’t attractive on you.” The tall man gripped her wrist smirking when she let her claws out,”it wasn’t an ask, I have a job for you.” Celiné hummed lowly but she turned her head slightly, giving him her attention,”I can’t be seen with you I have a reputation to maintain bats you know that.” Roman tilted her chin to face him,”I have a job for you.” Celiné trailed a manicured nail over his bottom lip,” I don’t do favors bats.” He smirked down at her,”two mil.” The woman disappeared when a noise came from the clubs entrance,”tomorrow noon, you know where to find me,” her voice came from above, the man catching the last seconds of her hips swaying off,across the roof tops.

La Sirène

Masterlist

Jey Uso x Black OC

Summary: Joshua, eager to explore the legends surrounding his vacation rental, embarks on a quest to find the elusive water spirits rumored to inhabit the area. Unbeknownst to him, Seea, the enchanting queen of ile dlo, has been watching him all along. Known for her mesmerizing beauty and hauntingly beautiful singing voice, Seea lures unsuspecting visitors to fund her lavish lifestyle. As Joshua falls under her spell, he becomes more than just another victim, he unravels a deep connection with Seea that could change both their fates forever.

❝You think my ancestors would let me be just another victim? No. They sent you to me. You're mine. Forever, Seea.❞

Joshua Seea

Chapter (s)

I.

Last Updated April 7, 2025

B.I.T. 19

“Love isn't just butterflies and grand gestures; it's the quiet comfort of knowing you're understood.” ― Rendi Ansyah, 

OMNISCIENT| 

The airport was buzzing, filled with the low hum of rolling suitcases, gate announcements, and early morning yawns. Cleo, wrapped in a yellow cropped hoodie, black high-waisted leggings, and a pair of cozy Ugg boots, adjusted her carry-on strap as she walked alongside Trin, who was practically vibrating with excitement.

"I still can't believe your ass said yes!" Trin said for the third time since they cleared TSA.

Cleo smirked, sipping her iced coffee as she side-eyed her bestie. "If you say that one more time, I'm leavin' yo' dramatic ass right here."

Trin cackled, flipping her curls over her shoulder. "You can't get rid of me. You stuck."

Just ahead, Jon and Jey were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, Jey casually glancing back every few seconds—always checking for her. His fitted hoodie was pulled low over his head, black sweats hugging him way too well, a backpack slung over one shoulder.

As soon as Cleo caught up, he slowed his stride, falling in step beside her like his body naturally belonged near hers.

"Y'good, mama?" he asked, voice low and smooth, already laced with affection.

Cleo nodded, offering a small smile. "I'm good. Just tryna process that I'm actually on the road with y'all."

Jey smirked, licking his lips as his eyes lingered. "Well, get ready. This just the beginning ma."

The four of them sat in first class—bless Jon, Trin and Jey's frequent flyer miles.

Trin and Jon were seated across the aisle, already bickering playfully over who was gonna hog the armrest.

Meanwhile, Jey and Cleo had the back corner of first class—just them, tucked into the plush leather seats with dim lights and hushed conversations around them.

As the plane took off, the subtle pressure of altitude made Cleo's ears pop, but all she could focus on was the way Jey's hand had already slipped across her thigh, his thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles through the fabric of her leggings.

She glanced at him, eyebrow raised. "Sir."

Jey didn't even look guilty. He was leaned back, hood still on, gold chain peeking out, his lips curved into a half-smirk. "What?"

"You can't keep your hands off me for five minutes?" she teased.

"I told you," he murmured, voice dropping into that dark, honey-smooth register, "I've been waitin' to get you to myself. You really think I'm gon' act right now?"

Cleo's heart flipped, but she rolled her eyes to play it cool. "You lucky I like you."

Jey leaned in slightly, his hand traveling higher, just enough to make her thighs press together. "Nah, you love me," he whispered against her ear, breath warm.

Cleo's chest tightened at that word—he hadn't said it yet. Not fully. And neither had she. But in that moment?

It didn't matter.

She knew.

And he knew. But, it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly. So, she just let it be.

A hour into the flight, the cabin lights were dimmed. A few passengers were sleeping with eye masks on or curled under blankets. Trin was knocked out against Jon's shoulder, mouth slightly open, while Jon scrolled through his phone, completely unbothered.

Cleo and Jey were curled under a shared blanket, her legs draped over his lap, his hand resting on her bare calf.

She was leaned into him, the scent of his cologne—earthy, warm, him—soothing her more than any neck pillow ever could.

He occasionally kissed the top of her head, his lips brushing against her hair like a promise.

They didn't talk much.

They didn't have to.

Because the silence between them was comfort, not distance.

And Jey?

He still couldn't stop touching her.

A brush of fingers here. A kiss there. His thumb stroking her knee. The soft curl of his fingers at her waist. Like he needed to remind himself she was real. That she was his. That she was with him. 

And every time she caught his eye, he was already looking—like he couldn't help it.

Because he couldn't.

The plane hummed softly around them, cruising at 35,000 feet, but for Jey and Cleo? It felt like the world had shrunk to just their row.

The blanket had slipped halfway down their legs. Cleo's cheek rested against Jey's shoulder, her curls a soft cloud brushing against his hoodie. The dim light above their seat cast a warm glow, catching the sheen of her lip gloss and the slow rise and fall of her chest as she settled deeper into their moment.

Jey adjusted slightly, careful not to wake her if she was dozing—but her voice, sleepy and sweet, drifted up before he could.

"You still got that playlist I sent you?" she mumbled, her accent dripping like slow honey.

Jey glanced down, his arm curling tighter around her waist. "You mean the one you said was just a 'few songs' but ended up bein' like a hundred tracks deep?"

Cleo grinned without opening her eyes. "Mmhm. That one."

Jey chuckled low in his throat and pulled out one AirPod, offering it to her. "Lemme see if I got it."

He scrolled through his phone and tapped into the shared playlist titled:

"Late Night Vibes For the Soul🎶

The first note of a familiar melody began to fill the silence between them...

"Can I go on my way... without you? Whooa, can I know? "

Cleo opened her eyes and looked up at him, a soft smile curling her lips.

The Isley Brothers – Voyage to Atlantis.

That smooth bass line melted between them like warm butter. The guitars wept softly through the AirPods as Jey sank back into his seat, letting the groove wash over him.

Cleo sighed against him, one leg draped lazily across his thigh. "This one always makes me think of floatin'. Like, bein' in water that hug you back."

Jey turned his head, eyes soft. "That what I do for you?"

Cleo met his gaze, heartbeat skipping. "Kinda," she whispered. "A little bit."

Jey couldn't stop the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth—slow, sure, shaken. He was falling for her and he damn sure knew it. And truly didn't care. 

The next track slid in seamlessly. A bounce in the rhythm.

Steel drums.

A dark, smooth voice cutting through the AirPods—deep, patois-laced, raw.

"And when you feel lonely I want you hold and hold me..."

Jey blinked, surprised. "Mavado?"

Cleo grinned again. "Yup."

Jey looked at her sideways. "This wasn't on here before."

Cleo bit her lip, giggling. "I added it a couple weeks ago. Forgot to tell you."

He shook his head slowly, staring at her like she had just cracked open something he wasn't ready for.

"Damn," he muttered, voice low and reverent. "You like reggae?"

"I love reggae," she said, dragging her fingertips lightly down his forearm. "Reminds me of water too. Like somewhere far... warm... a place I ain't been to yet, but wanna go to."

Jey leaned his head back, the beat thumping gently between them, and closed his eyes. "Aight, we gon' go."

Cleo tilted her head. Eyes slightly wide, "Go where?"

"Wherever that water is," he said, like it was already decided. "Somewhere it's just you, me, and this song."

She stared at him for a long, quiet second, the music still playing in their ears. The world outside the plane—the drama, the past, the pain—none of it mattered in that moment.

Just him. Just her. Just them.

Cleo leaned up slightly and pressed a kiss to the corner of his jaw. "You so damn sweet when you wanna be."

Jey smiled without opening his eyes, that dimple of his showing just barely.

"I don't even know what to do with you," he murmured. "But I ain't tryna let go."

Cleo felt that deep in her chest. And she didn't need to say anything.

She just slid her hand into his, laced their fingers, and let herself feel it.

Thirty-five thousand feet above the world, Joshua Fatu held her like she was the only thing that made sense.

And maybe she was.

Cleo's breathing slowed, her head tucked perfectly beneath Jey's chin, curls warm and soft against his neck. The playlist continued to hum gently through their shared AirPods—low, intimate, a soundtrack that now belonged to them.

The plane rocked slightly with turbulence, but she didn't stir.

Jey glanced down at her. Her lips were slightly parted, lashes resting peacefully against her cheeks, her brown skin glowing even under the dim cabin lights. One of her hands was still locked with his, her other draped across his chest like it belonged there.

And it did.

He adjusted slightly, pulling the blanket higher over her shoulder, cradling her against him. The scent of her shea butter and vanilla perfume lingered in his hoodie.

She was peace.

And damn, it was crazy how quick she'd gotten under his skin.

He knew they were still in the beginning stages, still figuring each other out—but his mind? His chest? His heart? Already way ahead.

She made him feel settled, like he had something to build on.

And in that moment, as the world existed thirty-five thousand feet below them, Jey allowed himself to wonder—

Could this be the one?

Could he really let himself finally have something this soft, this good, while still being the man he needed to be?

His phone buzzed lightly on the armrest, the vibration gentle against the leather. He carefully reached over, not wanting to wake Cleo, and glanced at the screen.

Jey stared at the message, jaw clenching just slightly.

His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before he typed back.

He locked his phone, resting it face-down beside him with a slow exhale.

The air around him felt heavier now. Not bad—just real.

He loved his boys more than anything in the world, and it killed him every time he felt distance between them—especially when their mama was on her usual bullshit.

But Cleo stirred slightly in his arms, shifting just enough to nuzzle closer, like her body knew he needed grounding again.

Jey leaned his head back again, closed his eyes, and held her tighter.

Because right here, in this in-between sky of yesterday and tomorrow, with Cleo asleep on him and his sons waiting for him to come home—he was reminded of everything that mattered.

And he was gonna protect all of it.

With everything he had.

By the time the plane touched down at Logan International in Boston, it was a little after 11:45 AM, and the energy had shifted from soft and dreamy to strictly business.

The moment the wheels hit the runway, Jey sat up straighter, his entire vibe transforming. Jon had already opened the group chat with the production crew, and Trin was typing furiously into her phone as they moved through the terminal with a sense of urgency that could only mean show day.

Cleo, meanwhile, walked slightly behind them, hoodie pulled over her curls, her small carry-on trailing behind her. Despite being a bit jet-lagged and needing another shot of espresso, she was wide-eyed—soaking it all in.

Because this time?

She was fully stepping into their world.

They pulled up to the arena with a seamless check-in. Security already knew the Fatus—and by extension, Cleo was given a quick credential badge.

She clipped it to her hoodie and looked around at the massive behind-the-scenes layout. Carts of gear were being rolled in, production crates stacked high, talent walking in with headphones on, producers shouting into walkies.

The air buzzed with the scent of coffee, sweat, and stage fog.

Jon leaned over as they walked through the corridor. "You good, sis?"

Cleo nodded, still glancing around with a slow grin. "This like... seein' the kitchen of a real fancy-ass restaurant. I'm impressed."

Trin chuckled beside her, looping her arm through Cleo's. "Girl, just wait till you see Gorilla."

Cleo took it all in—the way makeup artists touched up faces under harsh vanity lights, how wardrobe crews were darting back and forth with gear bags, and how the Bloodline already had a quiet presence backstage.

They commanded space, without even trying.

And speaking of the Bloodline—

"Yo, Uce!" Jon grinned, nodding toward a corner where Joe–Roman to the world, stood in all his godlike, tribal-tatted glory, arms crossed, gear pants already on, hoodie half-zipped.

Beside him, Sefa–Solo leaned against the wall, sipping water, while Rami–Sami animatedly said something to a stagehand.

Jey smirked. "Let's go, baby." He laced his fingers with Cleo's and brought her forward.

Joe was the first to catch them, lifting his chin in recognition. "Well... so this the one, huh?"

Jey nodded proudly. "Yeah. This her."

Joe's expression shifted from his usual stoic to something softer—genuinely warm. He stepped forward, extending a hand. "Joe. It's good to finally meet you. Heard a lot about you."

Cleo smiled as she shook his hand, her voice smooth with her soft Texan twang. "All good things, I hope."

Joe smirked. "Depends on the day," he joked, throwing a look at Jey that made them all laugh.

Sefa stepped forward next, nodding coolly. "Wassup. I'm Sefa."

He was more reserved, quieter than his ring persona, but the second Jon slapped a hand to his shoulder and said, "Our lil' brother finally comin' outta his shell," he cracked a smile.

"Man, stop playin' with me," Sefa grumbled, trying to fight the grin.

Cleo giggled. "Y'all really just gon' roast each other like this?"

"Every time," Jey and Jon said in unison.

Then came Rami.

"Ohhh, wow," he said, eyes widening slightly as he reached out for a quick hug. "You're Cleo? The food videos? The voice? I love your accent!"

Cleo blinked, laughing. "Wait—you be watchin' my videos?"

"Girl, I follow you! Are you kidding me?" Rami gushed. "That honey garlic chicken? Changed my life."

Everyone cracked up at how genuinely excited he was.

"I told you this man a foodie," Jey teased.

Rami put a hand on his chest. "I'm a respectful foodie. And Cleo's food? Deserves respect."

Jey threw an arm over Cleo's shoulders and kissed her temple. "See, baby? You famous."

She smiled, leaning into him. "I'll cook for y'all one day. Just don't blame me if y'all start fallin' asleep after the mac and cheese."

"Too late," Joe said. "I'm already tryin' to figure out what excuse I can use to skip rehearsal now."

They all laughed again, and Cleo felt it—that comfort. That sense of being folded into something bigger, something real.

She wasn't just with Jey now.

She was part of the family–Mostly.

The hum of backstage energy continued like a heartbeat—buzzing lights, rapid footsteps, the distant thudding of someone warming up in the ring.

Jey led Cleo through the winding hallways, one hand tucked casually into the back pocket of her jeans, like he needed to keep a piece of her close while they moved through his world.

As they turned a corner, a waft of seasoned chicken, warm rolls, and fresh fruit hit Cleo's nose.

Catering.

Long tables were lined with silver food warmers and stations of everything from grilled veggies to pasta, with tired crew members and talent grabbing plates, hydrating, or laughing between bites.

Over by the windows, lounging around one table like they owned the room, sat a group of women Cleo instantly recognized—even without the makeup and the ring gear.

Trin, front and center, her legs crossed, still looking like a damn goddess. Beside her was Gionna (Liv Morgan) in an oversized tee and fuzzy socks, feet propped up on a second chair.  Natalya had a bottle of green juice and was mid-laugh, while Thea (Zelina Vega) animatedly scrolled through something on her phone. Briana (B-Fab), sleek platinum braids down her back, tapped her acrylics against her iced coffee while keeping an eye on the room.

Trin saw them before they even stepped into the space.

Her face lit up.

"Ayyyeeeee!" she called out, standing and waving Cleo over. "Bring your fine ass over here, girl."

Trin jumped up, hips swinging as she practically glided across the room, arms wide open. "Come here, girl!"

Cleo laughed as Trin wrapped her in a warm, sister-tight hug, rocking her side to side like they hadn't just flown in together a few hours ago.

Jey grinned, hands in his pockets, enjoying the sight—until Trin's voice cut through his moment.

"Alright, now give her here," Trin said, waving him off with a flick of her wrist. "She comin' to sit with us."

Jey's eyes narrowed in mock offense. "Hold up. I just got her back from Rami runnin' his mout—"

Trin held a hand up, already walking Cleo back toward the table. "And now you givin' her up. Boy, go grab a plate and sit somewhere. She'll find you later."

Jey scoffed but smirked anyway. "I want my girl back when you done, though."

Trin didn't even turn around. "You'll live." "Later, Cowboy." Cleo said over her shoulder with a small knowing smile. Jey bit his lip and shook his head before walking away.

Trin sat Cleo down beside her and gestured like she was introducing royalty. "Everybody, this is Cleo. My bestie since high school, my chef, my therapist, my heart. She also just dropped her first cookbook, thank you very much."

A chorus of impressed hums and "ooohs" filled the table.

"Wait, you're the one Jey's always talkin' about?" Thea asked, eyes wide and playful.

Briana leaned forward, smiling. "Girl, I follow your food page—I knew your face looked familiar."

"I been tryna recreate that baked mac and cheese you posted two months ago," Gionna added, twirling her fork. "Almost started a kitchen fire though."

Cleo laughed, her shoulders loosening a little more. "Y'all are wild. Thank you, though. That means a lot."

Natalya gave her a warm smile. "And Jey's completely wrapped around your finger. It's honestly adorable."

"Oh yeah," Briana nodded. "Sis, you got him out here actin' different."

Trin sipped her water and leaned back, grinning. "Go on, Cleo. Tell 'em how it happened. I ain't sayin' a word."

Cleo blinked. "Wait, now?"

"Yes now!" Thea urged. "How did Jey Uso bag you?"

Cleo shook her head, her cheeks burning just slightly. "Okay... so—Trin and Jon been married for years, right? But I had never met Jon's twin. Like, ever. Every time I'd visit or they'd come down, he just... wasn't around."

Gionna leaned in. "So y'all were just ships in the night?"

"Exactly," Cleo said, her accent getting a little thicker the deeper she went. "Then this past summer, I hosted a cookout at my place. Trin and Jon pulled up—and Jon had his twin with them. First time I ever saw him in person."

She paused, laughing softly as the memory came back in full color. "He was leanin' against their rental,  wearin' a black fitted tee, quiet as hell, just watchin' everything like he didn't need to say a word. Just stood there all... present."

The girls all giggled knowingly.

"Oh, that's so him," Nattie added, grinning.

"I ain't even gon' lie," Cleo said, hiding her mouth with her hand. "I clocked him immediately. The energy? The vibe? Everything was real low-key but strong as hell." 

Zelina leaned in like they were in a sleepover circle. "And when did he make a move?"

Cleo looked around, then whispered, "He didn't."

Everyone gasped dramatically. Briana's eyebrow arched, "Wait- hold on... So, if he didn't. Did you? Girl, what happened?", she anxiously asked. Cleo lowly giggled.  "No, I didn't... But he did flirt.. a little." She said with a small smile remembering the moment like it happened yesterday. "I was on the grill most of the time, but I felt his eyes on me. The entire time,  until he came a stood next to me. I handed him a plate of sliders fresh off the grill, he called me dangerous because I fed him."  She smirked before pausing, "and I told him, "Ain't nothin' dangerous about feeding people good food. And then he proceeds to tells me, "You might be a problem." Gionna shook her head. "That's game, babe."

Natalya grinned. "What happened next?"

Cleo leaned back, grinning to herself. "After we talked. For a loong time, talked about everything and nothing, from him wrestling to my life in Texas. After the cookout, I offered for them to all stay over, we played drinking games, Jon and Trin went to bed early then it was just me and him." 

Briana wiggled her eyebrows, "Please tell me, yall talked more." 

Cleo laughed, dragging her nails gently along the side of her cup before sipping her sweet tea. "That's all we did," she said, voice dipped in teasing. "I mean it. We stayed up talkin'. Got to know each other a little bit more, on my couch. We definitely flirted a little bit."   

The girls all leaned in like Cleo had just started reading the juiciest chapter of a romance novel.

Trin smirked behind her drink but didn't say a word—just let her bestie tell it, exactly how it happened.

Gionna rested her chin on her palm. "That's kinda cute though... like, real grown. Y'all just vibed?"

Cleo nodded, swirling the ice in her cup, the clink echoing lightly through the catering room. "Yup. He sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread, arms resting on his knees, just lookin' at me like I was already his."

Thea leaned back with a playful gasp. "And you let him look at you like that?"

Cleo grinned, her voice wrapped in that sweet, lazy texan drawl,  "Hell yeah, I did. Next morning, I made a huge breakfast spread. He   complimented that is was better than Waffle house."  Gionna gasped, "No, he didn't. We know he loves Waffle House too damn much." 

That had everyone laughing, Cleo nodded. "And I was shocked. He was slick about it though. Asked for my number on the sly just to try to get "breakfast recipes". Then the rest is pretty much history, after that and now we're here." 

"Wait, wait," Briana jumped in, eyes narrowing like she had just remembered something. "What was that nickname you called him earlier?" She pointed across the table. 

Cleo's face heated instantly. "Oh, lord..." She tried to wave it off, but the table wasn't having it.

"Spill it!" Thea grinned. "Don't hold back now!" Gionna added, nudging Trin who was already grinning like she knew the secret.

Cleo finally sighed, dropping her head with a laugh. "Fine." She looked up, eyes glittering. "I call him cowboy, because the first time he came back to Houston to visit me on his own, I got him a custom made cowboy hat, with his initials and a sweet message from me whenever he put it on. And when he put it on– I ain't never seen a hat look so damn good on a man's head." 

The table erupted.

"Oooohhh!" Briana hollered, clutching her chest. "That is so damn cute!"

"Cowboy?! That's so smooth," Gionna grinned, shaking her head in disbelief. "You out here givin' him pet names with meaning? Okay, Cleo!"

Thea leaned in, her chin resting on her palm, already invested. "And you customized it? Sis. You had that man hooked from the jump."

Cleo laughed, her cheeks glowing warm as she tucked a curl behind her ear. "Y'all, he wore that hat like he been born on a ranch. He stood in my kitchen leanin' against my counter, lowkey actin' like he wasn't tryna flirt but... he knew what he was doin'."

Trin sat back with her arms crossed and a smug grin stretching across her face. "See? I told y'all she was gon' tell it better than I ever could. I knew somethin' was up the way he acted that day. My brother-in-law walked in tryna act lowkey, but his ass was stuck from the minute she opened that door."

"Mmhmm," Cleo nodded. "Then that same weekend he made his claim that he wasn't leaving Texas unless I was his, and we could take it as slow as I wanted... And at that moment, I knew I was in trouble."  

"Oop," Briana fanned herself. "She got it bad."

Trin chuckled, sipping her drink. "Girl, you had all that sass and still folded like a lawn chair."

Thea tapped her nails on the table and shook her head with a teasing grin. "So Cowboy got you lasso'd up, huh?"

Cleo smirked. "Let's just say... he do."

They howled.

The easy warmth around the table was infectious. Laughter bounced off the catering walls, and in that moment, Cleo felt fully in it. Welcomed. Connected.

And as she looked across the room to where Jey stood with Jon—smirking like he knew exactly what they were talking about—Cleo's heart did a little somersault.

Yeah.

Cowboy really got her.

The energy in the arena had shifted.

Gone was the relaxed, backstage lull. Now it buzzed with electricity—bright lights flaring down the long corridors, music pulsing faintly from the entrance ramp, and the echo of boots hitting concrete as superstars got into position for the night ahead.

Cleo walked beside Trin, still clutching the black hoodie Jey had tossed over her shoulders earlier, the oversized sleeves swallowing her hands. The backstage corridors were lit by harsh fluorescents overhead, but the warmth of excitement was enough to soften every edge.

Cleo could feel it now—showtime.

Trin, strutting in gear and lashes on ten, was in the zone. Her heels clicked confidently with every step, hair pulled high and bouncing with attitude. Cleo tried to keep up, but the adrenaline mixed with nerves had her walking like she was part of the roster.

Suddenly, Trin slowed as two familiar voices echoed up the corridor.

"Yo, yo, yo—look who it is!"

Austin (Xavier Woods) stepped out from catering with Kofi beside him, both dressed in their colorful gear, championship-level energy already in full effect.

Trin grinned. "Ayyye! Y'all runnin' late or nah?"

Austin hugged her quick, then his eyes slid to Cleo. "And this must be her."

Kofi's eyebrows raised in recognition. "The infamous Cleo. Finally."

Cleo blinked, caught off guard by the welcome. "Wait, what you mean finally?"

Austin laughed. "Girl, Jey do not shut up about you. I thought you was imaginary till today."

Cleo covered her face, already laughing. "Oh my Goooddd, not y'all callin' me a ghost."

Kofi chuckled. "A ghost with a mean cornbread recipe, apparently."

Trin nodded, tossing a wink at Cleo. "Mmhm. Told y'all my bestie don't play in the kitchen."

Cleo was still giggling, but before she could say more—

"Y'all just gon' surround my girl like that?"

The low, deep voice came from down the hall—smooth like smoke and already laced with a grin.

They turned, and there he was.

Jey in full gear.

His black "We The Ones" cropped tee clung to his torso, revealing sculpted abs and a deep V-cut, black shiny joggers sitting low on his hips. Both of his tag team titles hung over his shoulders, glinting under the lights. He had sweat on his chest and around his neck—fresh from warm-ups—and his eyes locked on Cleo like she was the only person in the building.

She blinked, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Damn, Cowboy."

He smirked. "You like?"

"I like," she murmured, her eyes flickering to one of the belts. "Can I?"

Jey stepped forward and handed her the belt without a word. The weight of it startled her—it was heavier than it looked, solid in her hands, the metal cold against her skin.

"Damn," she muttered. "You really carry this around all casual like?"

"Earned it," he shrugged, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple. "You look good in it too, mama."

Cleo bit her lip, suddenly forgetting there were other people around.

Trin cleared her throat. "Alright, y'all can eye-fuck later. Yall got entrances to make."

Everyone laughed, but Cleo held onto the title for another beat before handing it back, her fingers lingering against Jey's.

"I'll be watchin'," she said softly.

Jey grinned. "Then I'ma make sure you ain't disappointed."

And as he turned to walk toward gorilla with his brothers, gold shining under the arena lights, Cleo realized—

She wasn't just watchin'.

She was in it now.

And she loved every minute of it.

The arena was electric that night. Bright lights, roaring crowd, signs flying high with "Honorary Uce" scribbled in every direction. The energy vibrated through the walls like bass from a block party speaker.

Although this was the first day on the road with them, adjusting to all the chaos of live shows was still a thing in progress.  

Backstage, she stood beside Trin near the monitors. Trin had her arms folded, smirking knowingly.

Cleo rocked on the heels of her Uggs, arms tucked into her jacket as she watched the entrances play out on the screen."Why they actin' like they weren't just all buddy-buddy a few moments ago?" she whispered with a grin.

Trin laughed, chewing her gum like she was watching a soap opera. "Girl... that's show biz," she said. "Wait for it. The real fun gon' start when one of them misses a tag."

The match on the screen opened wild—Braun Strowman came out swinging like a tank with legs. Kofi Kingston and Austin had their usual flashy flair, but Braun? Braun was just unfair.

Cleo squinted, eyes locked on the screen. "Ain't no way a man that damn big should be movin' like that. I'd call the police."

Trin snorted. "Jon and Josh better pray he ain't hungry tonight."

By the end of the match, the bloodline lost. Thanks to Braun's size and the distraction between Rami and Josh gave the victory to New Day and the Monster.

The monitor cut to commercial, and the backstage buzz picked up again. Techs shuffled, agents gave notes, and a few other superstars passed by, cracking jokes about Braun manhandling all three of them.

Cleo stood up, stretching. "I gotta find him before he overthinks everything and throws a damn cooler."

"Girl, go before he hits Rami with a chair for real. You know he gets dramatic," Trin said, shooing her off with her water bottle.

She smirked and started walking toward Gorilla, brushing past a couple of crew members until she caught the tail end of the conversation between Joshua and Rami. They were off to the side, not loud, but close enough that you could feel the static in the air.

"I'm not tryna make this about me," Rami said, hands gesturing like he was trying to smooth things over. "I thought it was clean, man. You were outside—Jon was right there—"

Josh cut him off with a shake of the head. "It's not the move. It's the moment, uce. You don't see it, but I do. That was supposed to be ours."

Rami sighed, eyes darting around, clearly uncomfortable with the tension. "Come on, bro. It's not that deep."

Josh didn't answer right away. He just exhaled sharply and looked away, his chest still rising and falling. Then, as if the tension never existed, he gave Rami a faint smirk and slapped the back of his head gently.

"Man, I'm messin' with you," he said finally, voice softer. "You know I'm just in my feelings 'cause we lost."

Rami exhaled, laughing with a shake of his head. "Dude, you had me thinking I was about to get kicked out the Bloodline for real."

Cleo leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed with a smile tugging at her lips. "Y'all two are dramatic as hell."

Josh looked over, finally noticing me, and his face broke into a soft grin. "You see me get folded on national TV like a fitted sheet?"

"I saw you throw a silent tantrum 'cause Rami wanted a handshake after y'all tag move," She said, smirking as she walked up and slid her arms around his waist.

He groaned into her neck, voice low. "Don't remind me."

"It's okay, Cowboy. You still my champion," Cleo whispered, kissing his cheek. "Damn right," he mumbled, burying his face into her neck before pulling back to whisper, "But I still not givin' him shit."

CLEO|

After the show we all decided to go eat.

The restaurant was low-lit and humming with soft jazz, a far cry from the arena chaos we just came from. The scent of garlic butter and grilled meats lingered in the air, mingling with the sweet, earthy undertones of red wine and freshly baked bread. A long table near the back had already been arranged, and the entire crew took it over—like we owned the place.

Which, let's be honest, they kinda did.

Jon was posted up at one end, animated as hell with his hands flying mid-story. Trin was beside him, laughing with her whole chest, the kind of laugh that made other tables glance over even if they didn't mind. Josh sat on my left, one arm draped across the back of my chair, body heat radiating through his hoodie like a furnace.

Sefa, quiet but observant, was across from me, tapping something into his phone between sips of ginger ale. Rami and Joe were locked in a deep debate about some MCU theory, completely in their own world. Everyone was relaxed. No kayfabe. Just family.

Jey leaned in and brushed my thigh under the table, whispering in my ear, "You good, baby?"

I turned my face slightly to him, brushing my lips against his cheek as I nodded. "Mmhm. Real good. But you better tell yo' brother stop tryin' to clown you. Talkin' 'bout you gettin' body-slammed like a toddler."

Josh snorted. "Man, I did get folded though."

"I know. I seen it," I teased, sipping my strawberry lemonade. "But you still fine, so I let it slide."

His hand gripped my thigh tighter, and I could feel the slow grin spread across his face.

Then, Joe cut through the noise like he was conducting a family meeting. He looked over his glass and said with a sly smile, "So, Cleo... when you meetin' Aunt Tali and Uncle Keesh?"

The table went quiet for half a second. Everyone looked between me and Joshua like this was the real main event.

I blinked, chewing slow on my bite of grilled chicken, and finally swallowed with a soft, "Lawd... y'all just gon' spring that on me?"

Jon leaned back, already laughing. "Don't be scared, now."

"I ain't scared," I drawled, folding my napkin slow just for dramatic effect. "But let's be real... meetin' a Samoan mama and a WWE Hall of Fame daddy? I need to be spiritually, emotionally, and fashionably prepared. I need at least a 3-day notice and a prayer line."

Trin snorted into her wine glass while Rami chuckled. "She's not wrong."

Jey chuckled, low and deep. "Baby girl, you already met the wildest ones. You good."

Joe raised a brow, mouth curled into a teasing smirk. "Nah, nah, Aunt Tali's chill... but she will read you like a book, all polite and pretty. And my uncle?" He glanced at the twins. "Y'all better prep her."

Jon leaned forward. "First of all, you gotta come respectful. Second of all, don't eat the last lumpia. And third? If he asks you who your favorite wrestler is and you don't say him, he gon' act hurt for like, a week."

I laughed, tossing my curls over my shoulder. "Well hell, I'll just say 'Rikishi, but my favorite tag team is his sons.' Boom."

"Ooooh, she smart," Sefa muttered with a rare grin.

Jey pressed a kiss to my cheek, his lips soft and warm. "Told y'all... my girl got it handled."

"You better hope so, Cowboy," I said, tapping his knee under the table. "Cause if I say the wrong thing, and your mama start speakin' in Samoan real calm-like, I'm gon' be lookin' at you."

Trin leaned in, nodding dramatically. "That tone? Girl... run."

We all laughed, the kind of laughter that settled in your bones. The clatter of plates, deep conversations, and teasing jabs made it feel like more than just dinner—it felt like family. Like a seat at the table had been waiting on me all along.

Jey leaned closer again, brushing his nose against my temple. "For real though... they gon' love you."

I smiled, my voice barely above a whisper. "How you know?"

He looked me in my eyes, serious this time. "Cause you mine. That's all they need to know."

And just like that, the noise faded. The jokes quieted. 

Because in his world? That was gospel.

OMNISCIENT| 

Xavier paced slowly, his steps uneven. The bruised cartilage in his ribs still flared with every deep breath, and his left eye hadn’t fully opened since that night. First, it was Ant. That brick-house of a brother damn near shattered his jaw on Cleo’s front porch. Then, before he could even breathe right again, that cocky WWE pretty boy—Jey—finished the job in a bar bathroom lot like this was some damn action movie

The pain wasn’t even the worst part. It was the humiliation. The loss of control. Cleo was supposed to be his. Still his. That was the story he told himself every night since she left—slamming the door on him, wiping her hands clean like he was dirt she tracked into her life.

He hated that she walked away like he didn’t matter. Hated it even more that she was happy now.

And now she was on the road.

With him.

Joshua Fatu.

He found out two nights ago. Through a mutual "friend"—really, a girl Xavier used to mess with back in the day, the kind who stayed tapped into Cleo’s socials. 

She sent him a screenshot of a backstage catering video someone tagged Trin in. Cleo, sitting there all comfortable, grinning next to that man like she belonged beside him. She had the nerve to wear that yellow hoodie—the one Xavier used to call her “sunshine armor” when she’d walk into a room and light it up.

And now she was lighting it up for somebody else.

The rage simmered low and deep, curling inside his chest like smoke in a locked room. This wasn’t about love. This was about possession. About control. About the fact that everyone thought they could make a fool of him—walk away, put hands on him, replace him.

Nah.

He wasn’t done.

He wanted his get-back. Not just a regular kind of revenge. He wanted her ruined. Emotionally bent until she broke. If he couldn’t have her, then nobody would want the shell he left behind.

The image was so vivid in his mind, it made his busted lips twist into a grin. Cleo crying. Begging. Coming back to him because the pain was worse out there.

That’s what she needed—a little taste of chaos. Just enough to remind her that running from him was the worst decision she ever made.

“Run all you want, Cleo,” Xavier muttered, low and gravelly to the empty room around him. “You gon’ see. All roads lead back to me.”

His phone buzzed on the nightstand.

A notification. Instagram.

Trinity reposted a story—Cleo laughing at something Jonathan said, hand on Joshua’s arm, eyes damn near closed from smiling so hard.

Xavier’s jaw ticked. A slow, thick breath dragged through his nose. The skin of his knuckles cracked as he clenched a fist too tight around the remote.

He wasn’t gonna do something stupid.

He was gonna do something perfect.

And when the time came, she’d remember what it felt like to be under his thumb.

What it meant to disrespect him.

He didn’t care how many muscles Joshua had. Or how loyal that brother Ant was.

Everyone slipped eventually.

And when they did?

Xavier would be right there. Waiting.

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