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ᯓ BEYONCÉ AS YOUR PERVY!WIFE.ᐟ

pervy bsf || pervy neighbor || pervy professor // warnings: 18+! exhibition, teasing & denial, costumes, begging, somnophilia/cnc (?) etc.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who keeps her hand under the table the whole dinner. her fingers slide right into your panties while the waiter is still standing there taking your order. she rubs slow circles over your clit and pushes her fingers in, she doesn’t care who might notice. she tells you, “make a mess on my hands baby.”

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who drops to her knees under your desk, the second the office door closes. she spreads your legs and eats your pussy. it’s the only thing that matters, in her world. her tongue flat and greedy. you keep typing with shaking hands while she moans into you and ends up cumming just from the taste of you dripping down face.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who presses the vibrator right against your clit while the two of you are still under the covers. she holds it there and tells you all the nasty things she wanna do to her wife. “feel that? right against your clit. i should press it harder,” “beg me to turn it higher i want to hear you beg doll,” “next time i’m putting it inside you and making you sleep with it still on.”

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who pulls into a empty parking lot and has you climbing onto her lap. she pushes her dick into you while cars drive past outside the windows. every time headlights sweep across the glass, she thrusts up harder and grins. beyonce so desperately wants someone to catch her fucking her wife in public.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who spends the whole evening touching you everywhere except where you need it most. she kisses your neck and kisses you everywhere and runs her dick along the outside of your pussy until you’re dripping and begging. she just laughs softly against your ear and tells you she’s not yet done teasing her baby yet.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who is already inside you when she starts begging. her hips snaps and her voice cracks as she tells you she needs to ‘fill you up!’ she keeps saying ‘please mama, let me cum in this pussy!!’ she couldn’t hold it anymore and the sound of her pleading makes you clench around her dick even tighter.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who wakes you up by sliding her dick into your pussy from behind. she starts with slow strokes while you’re still half asleep and only speeds up once you’re moaning into the pillow. by the time you’re fully awake she’s already close and holding your hips so she can keep pumping into you until she finishes.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who steals your worn panties the second you step out of them. she wraps them around her dick while forcing the head past your lips. she fucks your mouth and uses your panties like a sleeve until she pulls out and paints your whole face with cum.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who grinds all up on you on the club while your friends are hyping y’all up. one whine on her dick and now she’s grabbing you and taking you to the bathroom. her hands on your mouth while she’s pounding you in the bathroom stall. “such a fucking slut, getting fucked in the bathroom… fuck.”

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who waits until after every argument to drag you to the bed. she talks shit the whole time and wrecks your pussy until you’re shaking and she finishes inside you anyway.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who helps you frost the cupcakes 🧁 then makes you kneel in the kitchen then she strokes her dick over the tray and milks all over the icing. she makes you lick one clean while she watches with her dick in her hand.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who never really lets the “break” feel real. she texts you videos of her dick sliding into you, old recordings or close-ups of her stroking until she shoots so much cum it drips off her stomach. every message ends with her telling you “this is what you’re missing,” “you know how many bitches would die to taste this cum,” “my dick is the only thing that’ll cheer you up, come back over here to daddy.”

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who sees you in the fairy costume and doesn’t wait. she pushes the little skirt up and fucks you on the floor with the wings still on your back. she keeps going through the night until the sun starts coming through the curtains and you’re too sore to close your legs.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who loves pulling you onto her lap the second you walk past the couch. bey just loves fondling you while y’all watch rhoa.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who installed cameras all over the bedroom before she left for tour. she calls you at night and tells you exactly where to sit and how to spread so she can see everything. she talks you through fucking yourself with the toy until she says she came watching you.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who gets quiet when she’s mad then makes you sit across the room & strokes her dick slow and won’t let you touch her or yourself. she cums hard right in front of you and leaves the mess while you stay right where she put you.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who hears you tease her with “is it in yet?” and just laughs. she grips your hips and drives the rest of her dick in until you can’t talk. she keeps fucking you and asks if you still need to check.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who ties your wrists to the headboard with the soft rope she keeps in the drawer. she spreads your legs and takes her time pushing in while you’re stuck. she doesn’t untie you until she’s filled you and you’re still twitching around her.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who suggested watching a movie but 10 mins later makes you open your mouth and stick your tongue out so she can spit in it. she does it again and again until it’s running down your chin then she leans in and licks it back up. she finishes by pushing her tongue into your mouth and making you share the taste while her hand stays between your legs.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ ┆PERVY!WIFE BEYONCÉ who records herself jerking off over your sleeping face. she aims every pulse so the cum lands on your cheeks and lips without waking you. in the morning she shows you the video and makes you lick the dried spots off your own skin while she watches.

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the usos | guard dogs (part six)

x fem!reader word count → 6.3k summary → it's your birthday and the twins make it their mission to give you the best day possible. when night falls and you return to the bedroom, what other gifts will they give you? notes → I haven't written anything in months but I wanted to write something special for @dpriestxripleysgirl on her special day. this story was also inspired by this amazing fic by @fistsandfangs. the boys in grills just do something to me. warnings → switch!reader, dom!jimmy, sub!jey, fluff, possessive/toxic behavior, biting & mentions of blood, some humiliation & degradation, oral (fem!receiving), no usocest but the twins are codependent series masterlist. general masterlist. taglist.

You felt something warm tickle beneath your jaw, the feeling causing your sleepy eyes to flutter open. 

The room was bathed in a golden light, the sun warm against your cheek. You turned over and the tickle beneath your jaw retreated, Jimmy’s pretty face coming into view. 

“Mornin’, baby,” he rumbled. His long hair was already pulled into a messy bun, his dark eyes crinkling as he smiled. “You sleep okay?” 

You stretched your arms above your head and nodded, watching as Jimmy’s smile widened. You couldn’t help but smile back, reaching out a hand to gently brush his beard. “Did you?” 

“Mm hm,” Jimmy hummed, leaning into your touch. “Had a good dream too.” 

“Oh?” You scratched beneath his jaw and Jimmy practically purred at the feeling. “What was it about?” 

“You, of course.” 

You laughed and Jimmy’s grin was so wide it split his cheeks—a burst of sunshine. He leaned back down to kiss your lips, that tickling feeling causing you to laugh again. 

You heard the door creak and another voice rumbling from the doorway. “Damn, y’all already up?” 

You and Jimmy poked your head out from underneath the sheets, watching in amazement as Jey handed both of you a Starbucks cup. 

“How long you been up, uce?” Jimmy asked. It was a rare sight to see the younger twin up before sunrise.  

“I dunno, I woke up and y’all was still out.” Jey winked at you. “Had to get my best girl her favorite drink.” 

You sat up and brought the cup to your lips, letting out a hum of contentment. “Mm, this is perfect, baby. Thank you.” 

Jey leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his round eyes sparkling in the morning light. 

“Happy birthday, pretty girl.” 

Jey had climbed back in the bed after returning from his coffee run, the three of you snuggling and giggling until Jimmy finally padded to the kitchen to make you breakfast. 

You and Jey lingered behind, still giggling like teenagers until both of you grew lonely and followed Jimmy into the kitchen. He was quick to fuss at the sight of you. 

“Nope, don’t even start that shit. Go on back to bed now. Go on.” 

“We miss you!” you pouted. “Why can’t we watch you cook?” 

Jey hugged you from behind. “Yeah, uce. We was feelin’ bad laid up in there while you do all the work.” 

Jimmy waved a spatula menacingly in your direction. “You can live without me for a few more minutes. Jey, you better get this birthday girl outta my face so I can treat her to breakfast in bed.” 

Now it was Jey’s turn to pout. “Come onnnnnnn, why can’t we stay in here with you?” 

Jimmy pointed at him with the spatula. “If you don’t both go back to bed I swear to god I’m throwing all this out.” 

“Oh, shit.” 

Jey seemed to assess the seriousness of the situation and quickly swept you off your feet, carrying you back to the bedroom.  

“Jey!” you squealed, giggling as he threw you over his shoulder. 

“We can’t risk it!” Jey exclaimed. “I ain’t missing no breakfast.” 

He threw you down on the bed like a sack of potatoes, letting out a loud groan. “There!” he said triumphantly.

Before you even realized what was happening, he was pouncing on you, his large body effectively pinning you to the mattress. 

“Jey!” 

The two of you wrestled playfully until you finally shoved him off, still laughing even as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his favorite spot behind your ear. The bruise he kept there was practically permanent now. He was always worrying his teeth into the mark, ensuring it would never fade. For him, it was proof that you were his. A reminder to the world that he had effectively claimed you. 

“Jey…”

Your laughter broke off into a sigh, reaching up to card your fingers through Jey’s mullet. He let out a pleased hum, his teeth continuing to nip there until he finally pulled away. The wetness from his mouth cooled against your skin, some of his saliva dripping down your neck and pooling in your collarbone. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Jey murmured, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to your cheek. His beard tickled the same way his brother’s had. “I love you so much, baby.” 

You grinned, leaning forward to brush your lips together. 

“I love you more.” 

Jimmy found the two of you like that—Jey’s body keeping you pinned to the mattress as he claimed your mouth as his. 

“Damn. And here I thought y’all missed me.” 

Jey broke away from your lips with a laugh, glancing over his shoulder at the older twin. “You had her all to yourself while I went out for coffee, uce. I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Jimmy grinned. “Fair enough. So, y’all want this breakfast or not?”

Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Both twins were good cooks but Jimmy was especially talented. He loved cooking for both of you, always eager to take care of the two people he loved the most. You noticed during breakfast that he was always glancing over at either you or his brother, as if to reassure himself that you were both happy and satisfied. 

“It’s delicious,” you praised. “Thank you so much.” 

Jimmy had smiled then, another gorgeous sight, before saying, “Of course, baby. Anything for my birthday girl.” 

You tried to help clean up the kitchen after breakfast, but Jey wouldn’t hear of it. 

“You go get dressed, mamas,” he said. “We goin’ out today.” 

And you did. The twins took you shopping, ensuring you went to all of your favorite stores—Louis Vuitton, Saint Laurent, Cartier, Chanel, Hermès—not letting you leave until you’d made at least one purchase at every store. 

Whenever the three of you were out in public, the twins always made sure to keep their hands on you. Jimmy liked wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you close, his large hand casually lifting up your shirt so he could touch the bare skin of your hip. Jey liked holding your hand, his long fingers clutching tightly around yours–as if your touch kept him grounded. Stable. 

They had promised to be on their best behavior today and they remained true to their word. There was one close call in the Chanel store when one of the sales associates (a man, of course) handed you your bag and your fingers accidentally brushed together. Jey’s eyes had burned possessively, but Jimmy quickly grabbed him by the arm and whispered in his ear, reminding him of the promise they had made. 

You were grateful you didn’t have to correct him today. You didn’t want to ruin your birthday by having to punish one of them for bad behavior. 

They took you to your favorite spot for lunch then back to a few more stores to finish shopping. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of your tall, scary Samoans fumbling with all the bags you made them carry. They grumbled the entire time, but they still swiped their card every time you asked. It was clear that no matter how much they complained, they were exactly where they wanted to be. 

By the time you got home, you found a new dress laid out on the bed—a long, gorgeous piece with a split in the side that came up to your hip. 

“Bought it last week for you, baby,” Jimmy murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple. “You’ll wear it for us, won’t you?” 

How could you not? Especially since it matched the new Saint Laurent heels you’d just bought. You made sure to wear your new earrings and bracelets the twins had bought you at Cartier, as well as the new perfume they’d gotten you from Chanel. 

The twins wore all black, both of their gold chains glinting in the light. Jimmy wore a suit jacket, complete with gold cufflinks, and gold huggies in each ear. In contrast, Jey had decided to forgo the suit jacket, instead rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt to reveal his tattooed arms. He had diamonds in his ears instead of hoops, matching the diamond in his nose. 

Your stomach flipped at the sight of them. They both looked devastatingly handsome, but dangerous too. You didn’t miss the matching set of grills in their mouths, their canines studded with diamonds but no less sharp. 

“You look like a million bucks, ma,” Jimmy breathed. He was already reaching for you, his hands resting on your hips to pull you in. “So fuckin’ pretty.” 

His lips immediately found his favorite spot beneath your jaw, his teeth already worrying into the small bruise he kept there. No matter how much makeup you wore, you could never really hide it. Not when the nearly feral Uso twins were so determined to claim you as theirs. 

Jey was quick to press himself close to you too, his golden teeth once again returning to his own favorite bruise behind your ear. 

Your knees felt weak, your body already thrumming with arousal at the feeling of their mouths on you. A part of you was tempted to drag them back into the bedroom, but you’d worked too hard on your hair and makeup to waste it. 

“Don’t we have dinner reservations?” you asked, your words breathless.

The twins forced themselves to pull away, though their hands still lingered on you, as if they couldn’t bear to let you go. 

“You sure you wanna go out tonight?” Jey murmured. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on the split in your dress, his gaze already possessive. “We can stay here if you want, baby.” 

You scoffed. “You just don’t want me to go out in a nice dress.” 

“Nah, it ain’t that,” Jey lied. “I just… you know, if you wanted to stay in and let us take this off you, we can…” 

You let out an indignant sound when Jey’s hands reached for the zipper of your dress, already eager to remove the offending fabric. Thankfully, Jimmy intervened. 

“Don’t start, uce,” he warned. “It took us months to get this reservation, remember?” 

Jey stuck out his bottom lip, the same way he always did when he didn’t get what he wanted. His hands still lingered on the zipper, the temptation to remove your dress and carry you back upstairs too strong to ignore. Jimmy eventually had to grab his arm and yank him away. 

“I ain’t gonna ask our birthday girl to put you in yo’ place tonight, but I will if you don’t behave,” Jimmy hissed. “You promised me good behavior and I better see it, uce. Otherwise, you ain’t gonna like what I do.” 

Jey pouted, but you were pleased to see that he didn’t argue. Instead, he threw you an apologetic glance and stuffed his hands in his pockets, as if keeping them there would help him resist the urge to touch you again. 

Jimmy gave a curt nod. “That’s better.” 

You couldn’t deny the small shiver of pleasure that ran down your spine at the sight of Jimmy’s easy dominance. It was rare for Jimmy to have to reel his brother in. Usually they were getting into trouble together, requiring you to step in and take control. It was a nice change to see the older twin step up and take charge, all in an effort to make your day even more special. 

You liked it. 

Jimmy took your hand in his. “You ready, baby?” 

You nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together as your arousal grew. “Yes, sir.” 

Jimmy’s smile widened. “Good girl.” 

The reservation was at the nicest restaurant in town—the one you had been wanting to go to for months. You couldn’t help but grin in excitement as Jimmy pulled the car around, dropping the keys off with the valet. 

“Are we really doing this?” you asked in amazement. 

Both twins offered you their arms, looking pleased at your excitement. 

“Of course, baby,” Jey replied. “Anything for our best girl.” 

The restaurant was even more beautiful than you imagined, the ceiling covered with intricate constellations made of gold. The maître d' led the three of you to a table in the corner where a nearby string quartet played soft classical music. You saw Jey’s eyes flash in anger when the maître d' graciously pulled out your chair for you to sit, though Jimmy was quick to urge him into his own chair before he said anything. 

You tried to look at the menu, but you found your eyes wandering to the twins instead. They just looked so beautiful. Their golden jewelry twinkled in the ambient lighting, the diamonds on their grills flashing every time they spoke. You felt lucky to be here with them—your pretty, but dangerous guard dogs. 

And they were still your guard dogs. The fact it was your birthday hadn’t changed that. You didn’t miss the way their eyes remained watchful, their hands still resting possessively on your thigh beneath the table. When the waiter arrived to offer some wine, Jimmy was quick to take control of the conversation, his body language making it clear that the waiter didn’t need to speak to anyone else at the table but him. 

While Jimmy certainly had more self-control than his brother, he still had the same territorial instincts. The same temper. And it didn’t take long for it to flare. 

“And what would the beautiful lady like to order this evening?” 

The waiter hadn’t meant anything by it, of course, but the twins didn’t see it that way. They never did. You watched as both twins stiffened, the table suddenly quiet and thick with tension. Jimmy’s smile never wavered, though it looked sharper now. Dangerous. 

“Who the fuck you think you talkin’ to, uce?” Jey snarled, already beginning to stand. “You think we just gon–” 

“Jey,” Jimmy interrupted, his voice calm. “Sit down.” 

Jey froze. His angry eyes cut over to his brother, his fists still clenched at his sides. 

There was a beat of silence.

Then another.

Then, to your utter amazement, Jey actually listened. He didn’t argue. He didn’t pout. He simply sat back down in his chair, his mouth obediently shut while his dark eyes burned in anger.  

Jimmy tugged on the sleeve of his suit jacket, that dangerous smile still curved on his lips. He motioned to the waiter. 

“C’mere, uce. Lemme tell you something.”

The waiter blinked in confusion, though he still skittered nervously to Jimmy’s side, already apologizing. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean–”

“Lemme just make myself clear,” Jimmy interrupted. His voice was perfectly calm, but his eyes were flashing just as dangerously as his brother’s. “You don’t talk to her. You don’t talk to him. You talk to me. Got it?”

The waiter paled. “Y-yes, of course, sir. I sincerely apologize. I didn’t mean to offend you.” 

Jimmy’s smile widened and you could see the waiter’s eyes linger on just how sharp his canines were. “You ain’t offend me, uce. You just seemed a little confused about what’s going on here. But you ain’t confused no more, are you?” 

The waiter quickly shook his head, already taking an unsteady step backwards. “Of course not, sir. I completely understand. Please, will you excuse me for a moment? I forgot my…uh, my pen. I’ll be right back.” 

You watched as the man practically fled to the back of the restaurant, no doubt already informing his manager of the terrifying Samoan at table twelve. 

You sighed. At least you’d gotten to try the wine before they kicked you out. 

But to your surprise, no manager arrived. Instead another waiter came to take the man’s place—an older gentleman who only spoke to Jimmy and pretended you and Jey didn’t exist. You sipped on your wine in silence while Jimmy ordered entrees for everyone. 

You glanced over at Jey and were surprised to see that his anger had dissipated. His body seemed more relaxed now that Jimmy was taking control of the situation, unbothered by his brother’s easy dominance. 

When the food arrived, you were still thinking about the new dynamic unfolding between the three of you. Or maybe it wasn’t new. You’d seen Jimmy tug on Jey’s leash before, but it hadn’t felt like this before. It hadn’t felt like dominance. Not like it did tonight. 

But tonight was different. Tonight Jimmy was stepping into a new role—a role you normally played. Tonight Jimmy was in control of both of you. 

At first you were surprised to see Jey go along with it so quickly, but the more you thought about it, the more sense it made. Jimmy had been taking control of his brother long before you came along. To him, this was normal. Natural. Jimmy always called the shots. You just had never seen it unfold this way before.

“You alright, angel?” Jimmy murmured, taking your hand. He’d noticed that you’d zoned out. 

You quickly nodded, smiling. “Yeah,” you said. “I’m alright. Better than alright, actually. Today has been perfect.” 

Jimmy smiled wider, the sight radiant, before turning to his brother. “You wanna do it now, uce?” 

You stared in confusion, but Jey just matched his brother’s smile, looking excited. “Hell yeah. I think it’s time.” 

Jimmy pulled out something small from his jacket pocket, the sight a familiar blue. 

You let out a breath. “No way…” 

Jimmy held out the Tiffany & Co. box, that radiant smile still on his lips as he presented it to you. 

“Me and Jey picked it out last time we was in New York. Spent over an hour with that lady tryin’ to get it right.” 

You took the box with shaky hands, glancing at both of them in disbelief. “Are you… are you serious?” 

Both twins chuckled, but Jimmy offered your hand another reassuring squeeze. “Open it.” 

You did.

Inside was a gorgeous necklace—a silver chain with a large diamond pendant. You traced your fingers across the gem, your hands still shaking. 

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered. 

The twins shared another look.

“Flip it over,” Jey murmured. “We put something on the back.” 

You obeyed, letting out a small gasp at the sight. Engraved on the back was a small J. 

“Just so you ain’t forget about us,” Jimmy joked, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” 

Jey pressed a kiss of his own to your other cheek, his eyes warm. “Happy birthday, baby.” 

You smiled, emotion welling in your throat. This was the best birthday ever. 

The ride back home had been a blur. You sat in the back with Jey, your body still buzzing from the wine, pressing your face into his neck to take in more of his scent. Jimmy kept glancing at you both in the rearview mirror, driving carefully below the speed limit as he transported his precious cargo back home. 

Jey carried you upstairs and laid you gently down on the bed, his body already hovering over yours to press gentle kisses to your cheek. 

“Feelin’ okay, mamas?” Jimmy murmured. You hadn’t even realized that he had knelt between your legs to remove your heels, his calloused fingers warm against your smooth skin. “Tell me what you need.” 

You smiled, something warm and easy. “I need you,” you murmured. “Both of you.” 

Jey knelt on the bed beside you, a large hand wrapped around your throat to pull you in for a kiss. His grip was loose, almost tender. He didn’t want to hurt you.

“Sweet Jey,” you whispered against his mouth. “My sweet boy.” 

Jey let out a soft sound, almost a whimper, before kissing you again. 

Another hungry mouth was gliding along your collarbone, warm breath fanning across the diamond resting above your heart. You could feel dominant hands reaching around to unzip your dress—hands that could only belong to Jimmy. 

“My gorgeous girl,” you heard him whisper. “Always so perfect f’me.” 

He peeled the dress off you easily, his mouth leaving searing kisses to your already heated skin.

You weren’t sure whose thigh was pressed between your legs, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the feeling of their mouths on you, the scent of their cologne dizzying your senses. Your lips were beginning to tingle as they took turns claiming your mouth. 

They weren’t being rough tonight, but they didn’t exactly know how to be gentle either. It wasn’t in their nature. You could feel it in every squeeze of your hip, every nip against your sensitive skin. They were holding back—the same way they often did when they wanted to be good for you. They wanted to take care of you tonight. Wanted to make you happy. Tonight wasn’t about them. It was about you. 

“You’re so beautiful, honey,” Jey murmured. “Such a pretty girl.” 

You let out an appreciative sound, your body thrumming again when that thigh pressed more insistently between your legs. Your hips instinctively chased the feeling, your heart racing as another mouth leaned down to press more kisses to your neck. 

You were so lost in the feeling of pleasure that you almost didn’t notice the pain. 

It started slow at first. The kisses began to turn more ravenous, teeth beginning to dig in deeper to the delicate skin of your neck. You let out a small moan, your body instinctively going limp at the feeling. They’d marked you so much that you’d come to expect this—crave it, even. You’d learned a long time ago that you would bare your neck to these men, even at the risk of them tearing your throat out. How could you not? They were just too beautiful, just too perfect to resist. 

The teeth dug in deeper, this time hard enough to draw blood, and you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering. 

“Hey!” 

Jimmy’s sharp voice had your eyes flying open in alarm. You watched as he grabbed Jey by the hair and pulled him away from you, his lip curled into a snarl.  

“We said we ain’t doin’ that shit tonight,” Jimmy growled. “And you promised me you’d behave.” 

“Man, I ain’t even do nothin’.” Jey struggled in his brother’s hold, trying to swat him away. “Get off me.” 

You watched with wide eyes as the twins struggled. They both looked equally dangerous now—their dark eyes flashing and gold teeth glittering. Jey tried to test the balance of power, but Jimmy wasn’t in the mood. He gripped Jey’s hair tighter, ignoring his little brother’s hiss of pain. 

“I told you ain’t gonna like what I do if you don’t behave,” he snarled. “Want me to throw you out of here?” 

Jey’s own lip curled this time, once again the menacing animal you’d tried to tame. He looked like he had an angry retort on his lips, though his words evaporated at the sight of you. 

You were still laying on your back, your eyes wide as you watched the confrontation go down. But that wasn’t what stopped him. The bite he’d left was bloody now, small droplets of blood dripping from the torn skin and onto the sheets below. 

He froze. 

“Yeah, you see that shit?” Jimmy was positively livid. “Trying to hurt our sweet girl on her birthday? Are you insane?” 

Jey let out a hurt sound, his brow now furrowed in distress. 

“You lucky I don’t throw your ass in that fuckin’ dog crate. Since you wanna be feral.” 

Jey went limp in his brother’s grasp. It seemed as though all the fight had bled out of him, his expression devastated when he saw the blood on your neck. 

“Bite her again and I’ll do it,” Jimmy threatened. “That or put you in a fuckin’ muzzle.” 

Jimmy finally released Jey’s hair and the younger twin whimpered, now turning his sad eyes towards you. 

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I-I ain’t mean to do it.” 

You reached out a tentative hand, brushing your fingers through his soft beard. Jey’s pretty eyes fluttered, leaning desperately into your touch. 

“It’s alright,” you whispered. “But you need to be good tonight. Can you do that for me, pup? For me and your brother?” 

Jey nodded, offering Jimmy an apologetic look. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I will. I will, I promise.” 

You reached up to pet his hair, urging back down to your lips. You wanted to show him you weren’t angry, no matter how his brother felt. 

“It’s alright,” you whispered again, brushing your lips together. “Just be good, Jey. I know you can.” 

Jey nodded quickly. “I promise,” he whimpered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I promise I will.” 

You smiled. “Good boy.” 

You let him kiss you again, savoring the taste of his repentance on your tongue. Jey’s hand reached up to grab your throat again, but his touch was gentle, almost reverent. He tilted your head back more and moved even closer, his body warm against yours. 

Jimmy leaned back and watched. You couldn’t fully decipher the look on his face, but you could tell he was watchful—vigilant in the way Jey touched you, the way his tongue began to press eagerly into your mouth. He was making sure his twin kept his word and handled you with care. You had no doubt that if Jey did something he didn’t like, he’d follow through on his threat and find the muzzle you kept in the bedside table. 

The thought alone had small flickers of arousal simmer low in your core. 

Jey took his time with you. You could tell he was greedy for more, but he was holding back, his fingers flexing dangerously above your windpipe. You could tell he was resisting the urge to be rough with you, the same way he usually was whenever you were soft and pliable like this. 

“So pretty,” Jey mumbled against your mouth. “I want you so bad, baby. You don’t even know.” 

You offered him a lazy smile, still content to lean back in the pillows and allow him to lavish you with attention. 

“You want me?” 

Jey nodded, nipping at your bottom lip. “You all I ever think about, ma,” he murmured, the words strangely vulnerable. “Just wanna be yours.” 

You reached up to thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer for another kiss. You’d forgotten just how cute he could be whenever he was tame.

“Sweet boy,” you whispered. “You’ll always be mine. My sweet, pretty boy.” 

Jey let out a broken noise at your words, pressing his hips even closer so that you could feel his erection in his slacks. The fingers around your neck twitched again, struggling to maintain control as he titled your jaw up. You could feel his sharp canines nip at your bottom lip again, this time harder. 

You pulled away before he could draw blood. “Jey…” 

Jey looked distressed, still trying to chase your lips. “No, no, I’m sorry. I ain’t gonna bite. I-I can listen, I promise.” 

Jimmy let out a low growl, his hand shooting out to once again grab his brother by the hair. 

“Don’t ever fuckin’ listen do you?” Jimmy yanked him off you, those amber eyes simmering with rage. “I’m throwin’ your sorry ass in a dog crate. I don’t even fuckin’ care no more.” 

“Wait, wait, please, I’m sorry.” Jey didn’t even try to fight his brother’s grip, holding his hands up pleadingly. “I just… I just… fuck, I can’t… I’m sorry…” 

Jimmy dragged him off the bed, his other hand reaching out to grab Jey by the collar of his dress shirt. 

“Actin’ like you ain’t fuckin’ trained,” Jimmy hissed. “Actin’ like you can’t fuckin’ listen.” 

It took you a moment to realize that Jimmy wasn’t playing around. He was fully intending to drag Jey by the hair all the way to the dog crate and shut him up there for the rest of the night. That wasn’t what you wanted. Not yet, anyways. 

“Jimmy.” 

You didn’t say his name very loud, but Jimmy still paused, his gaze at you apologetic. 

“I’m sorry he don’t know how to listen, baby,” he murmured. “But I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

You sat up on your elbows, watching as Jey trembled in his brother’s grasp. He looked devastated, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. 

“I know you will, sweetheart,” you said, kindly. “But it’s my birthday. I want to give him one more chance to be good. Can we, baby? Please?” 

Jimmy hesitated. “You sure? I don’t want him hurtin’ you tonight.” 

“He won’t.” You leaned back against the sheets, spreading your legs so the twins could now get an excellent view of your lace panties. The fabric was already wet, the lace clinging to your soft folds. “He’ll be a good boy for us. Won’t you, pet?” 

Jey’s teary eyes were wide, his gaze flickering between you and your leaking sex. “I swear I will,” he gasped. “I ain’t gonna bite. I ain’t gonna hurt you, baby. I promise.” 

He took a step towards the bed but Jimmy yanked on his hair again, causing another whimper to escape his lips. 

“Just ‘cause she willing to forgive don’t mean I am,” Jimmy hissed. “You fuck up one more time and you’re out. I’ll put that damn muzzle on you too. Don’t think I won’t.” 

Jey nodded quickly, his expression desperate. “I’ll listen,” he gasped. “I’ll listen. I’ll behave, uce, I swear.” 

Jimmy didn’t seem convinced, but he still dragged Jey back to the bed.

“This what you want?” Jimmy asked you, holding his little brother up by the hair for you to examine. “This wild thing?” 

You smiled, endeared by the sight of Jey’s desperate whimpers. “He’ll be tame for us, baby. Won’t you, pup?” 

Jey nodded pitifully, still whimpering even when Jimmy finally released his hair. 

“Fine,” Jimmy muttered. “He better prove it too. Go on, mutt. Show our birthday girl that you’re tame. That you’re obedient.” 

Jey’s eyes were still teary when he crawled back onto the bed, reaching out a tentative hand to brush your leg. 

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please, lemme show you. I’m sorry, baby. I swear I am.” 

“Alright, alright,” you murmured, spreading your legs even further. “Then prove it to us. Show us what a good boy you can be.” 

Jey pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, lowering himself between your legs to get closer to you. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your overheated skin, his kisses tender. You reached out to pet his hair and Jey let out a low rumbling sound, almost like a purr, as he leaned into your touch. 

He wrapped his long arms around your legs, his massive hands settling on your thighs. His body was coiled as tightly as a spring, his muscles trembling as he resisted the urge to dive forward and devour you. But he didn’t. He wanted to prove he could be good. That he was a tame, obedient dog who listened when given a command. 

“You’re going to prove you’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?” you whispered. “That you’re not that wild, feral animal again. You’ll listen now, won’t you, pup?” 

Jey nodded, sweetly rubbing his cheek into your inner thigh. “I ain’t ever wanna hurt you like that, baby,” he whispered, tears still shining in his eyes. “It’s just so hard…” 

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “You try so hard to be good. So go on, show me. Show me you’re in control. That you’re my obedient boy who listens.” 

Jey’s mouth moved closer to your pussy, his breath now tickling the rapidly dampening fabric. His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips, as if he were hungry. Ravenous. 

The bed dipped as Jimmy joined you on the bed, his expression still wary as he gazed down at his brother. 

“You let me know if he hurts you, baby,” he murmured. “You tell me if I need to punish him and I will. I don’t want you liftin’ a finger tonight.” 

You smiled, leaning back to look at him. “I will,” you promised. “I know you’ll take care of me.” 

“Always.” 

Jimmy leaned down and brushed your lips together, his kiss gentle too. You sighed as he reached up and cradled your cheek, feeling safe beneath those warm, calloused hands. 

Something cold ghosted across your wet folds and you shivered, realizing that Jey was using those golden teeth to tug your panties to the side, still trying to be gentle even though his muscles were trembling with restraint, his entire body coiled like a predator resisting the urge to strike. 

“Good boy,” you whispered, still petting his hair. “So good for me.” 

Jey let out an appreciative sound, his tongue dipping gently between your soaked folds. His brown doe eyes were still wide, still staring up at you even as his tongue tenderly lapped against your skin. Somehow your massive, terrifying guard dog looked cute. 

Jimmy leaned back to watch, his expression amused now. “He wants it bad,” he chuckled. “Don’t know if I’ll let him fuck you though.”

You continued to pet his hair, letting out a shaky breath as his tongue licked further down, now gently nudging at your empty hole. 

“We’ll see if he earns it,” you replied. “If he’s good.” 

Jey pulled back just enough for his grills to catch in the light again. His canines looked sharp, the diamonds on his teeth twinkling dangerously, but you weren’t afraid. You knew he would be gentle with you, especially if he was under the watchful eye of his stern older brother. 

“And what about me?” Jimmy murmured, his breath warm in your ear. “I been good too?” 

You grinned, gazing up at him. “You’re always my good boy,” you murmured. “So good that you wanna take care of me. And your brother too.” 

Jimmy’s eyes flickered down to Jey, watching as he continued to gently lick up into you. You smiled wider when he reached down and brushed some of the curls from his brother’s forehead, his expression fond. 

“I’ll always take care of you,” he murmured. “Both of you.” 

Jey let out a pleased sound, his eyes still staring up at you both in devotion. His tongue was now pressing incessantly inside of you, his movements still slow and syrupy. You could feel the diamonds on his grills brush against your sensitive skin, the feeling sharp, but not unwelcome. 

Jimmy’s large hand moves further down to rest beneath your jaw. His touch was a little more firm than Jey’s. A little more dominant.

He tilted your head back and kissed you more deeply, claiming every inch of you for himself. You swiped your tongue across the cool metal in his mouth, the diamonds scraping your lip before you pull away again. 

You lean back to look at him. At this angle, Jimmy just looks so big—so powerful with his broad shoulders and rippling muscles. You can see them beneath his black dress shirt, the gorgeous ink on his chest peeking out from the top where he had undone the top button. He reached out another hand and his golden watch caught in the light, the same gold as his earrings and chain. And when he smiled again, you saw more gold in his mouth—a shining Midas with a wolfish grin. 

Jey’s tongue delved in deeper and this time you couldn’t hold back a moan, instinctively reaching out for Jimmy to ground yourself. You glanced down at Jey and saw that his eyes were half-lidded now, his nose buried against you as he pushed that talented tongue even deeper. You could feel yourself getting wetter—your sweet nectar leaking out of your hole just for Jey to swallow it all. 

Jey let out a low moan, the vibration from his throat causing more pleasure to shoot up your spine at the feeling. Then his tongue curled, finding that magic spot inside you that stars exploding across your vision. You fell back against the pillows, vaguely hearing Jimmy’s soft chuckle beside you. 

“Does it feel good, angel?” he murmured. “Your puppy doin’ a good job?” 

You nodded, clinging to him. “S’good,” you breathed. 

Jey pressed his face even deeper, his tongue now massaging that spot over and over again just to watch you writhe in pleasure. Your slick was smeared across his face, small drops of it dripping down his beard, but he didn’t care. He doubled his efforts instead, diving in just to taste more of you, his hips beginning to roll into the mattress at the sound of your low moans of pleasure. 

You came three times from his mouth alone. It wasn’t until you were shaking from overstimulation that Jimmy finally allowed Jey to fuck you, his eyes still watchful lest Jey break his promise and bruise your delicate skin. He was protective like that. 

Thankfully, Jey knew better than to disobey him. He tried his best to be gentle—his hands determined not to grab, his teeth determined not to bite. 

But it was just for tonight. 

The Uso twins had given you this as a gift for your birthday—one brother with his dominance and another with his obedience—to prove their love and devotion to you. It wouldn’t last. You knew it was only a matter of time before their true nature returned. 

These men weren’t known for their gentleness. These men were dangerous. They fucked like animals. They claimed you like territory. They snarled and bit and drew blood even after all their promises that they wouldn’t. That’s who they were. 

But for your birthday they were this—your sweet, gentle boys. Jey would be tame for you. Jimmy would hold his brother’s leash for you. 

It was the best birthday present ever. 

previous part: part five

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Novacane

summary: After escaping a long-term abusive relationship, Ciara leaves everything she's ever known behind and starts over in Atlanta. New city. New apartment. A chance to finally breathe. With no support system and bills piling up, stripping becomes more than just a job, it becomes her way of surviving. Quiet, reserved, and trapped inside her own worldjk, Ciara keeps everyone at a distance. Beneath her confidence on stage is a woman still trying to heal from the life she escaped. Jimmy Uso has built a life for himself, cutting hair alongside his twin brother, Jey, and their cousins. He has a successful barbershop, loyal family, and a relationship he's committed to. The last thing on his mind is another woman. But during a guys' night at the strip club, one quiet dancer catches his attention in a way no one else ever has. She isn't the loudest in the room. She isn't chasing anyone's attention. She's simply trying to survive. What begins as a lingering glance slowly turns into something neither of them expected, forcing them to question loyalty, healing, and whether two broken paths can ever lead to the right destination.

fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings: explicit content

word count: 5.4k

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

Jimmy Uso x Ciara

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

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

title inspired by the song “Novacane” by Frank Ocean

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

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novacane ⟢ ep4

Atlanta, Georgia - 11:30AM Ciara’s apartment complex.

Ciara had just woken up from her slumber after having a rough night last night, her thighs aching from her self-harming herself yesterday night and her eyes all puffy making her whole entire face feel puffy after crying herself to sleep.

She just laid there on her side in the bed grabbing her phone unlocking it with her Face ID like usual seeing messages from Jasmine and Jimmy, of course he would text her first in the morning.

3+ messages from Jasmine 🐈

2+ messages from IG 

Jasmine🐈: bitch I am so sorry about last night I was tore up  Jasmine 🐈: Jimmy’s brother took me home Jasmine 🐈: did something happen? 

She bit the bottom of her lips not wanting to remember what happened last night as she wanted to keep it to herself.

She texted her back.

Ci📸: no nothing didn’t happen last night I made it home last night and went to bed

Jasmine🐈: you sure? I feel like your lying to me Ci

Lie

Lie

Lie

Ciara didn’t like to lie to her best friend even when it’s personal and something she’s been dealing with since being with Leon.

“You have to lie Ci, you have to lie.” Ciara said to herself.

Ci📸: yeah I’m good Jasmine just tired that’s all.

She hasn't even acknowledged Jimmy’s IG messages yet, only texting Jasmine so she switched over from iMessage to Instagram to see what he had to say.

jonathanfatu: good morning mama I hope you slept good 

jonathanfatu: imma come see you after work tonight aight?

Of course he was coming to see her but she agreed for him to see her tonight just to get it over with without him begging.

Her phone buzzed seeing another message from Jasmine.

Jasmine🐈: alright I won’t push it for now, but I have a horrible hangover girl 😭😭

That made her chuckle, texting her back.

Ci📸: this is why you don’t drink that much 😭😭

Jasmine🐈: I mean I was having a good time tho you cannot judge me on that

Ci📸: well duh girl

Jasmine🐈: whatever girl but are you heading into work tonight?

Was she even in the mood to go into work tonight?

Ci📸: yeah I need a distraction 

Jasmine🐈: distraction? From what? Now I have a feeling something did happen at mama fatu’s house

Fuck

Ci📸: …. Ci📸: yeah something did happen at his mama house last night….

She knew that Jasmine was gonna flip her shit when she hears what happened last night. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell her all the details.

Jasmine🐈: Ci…what happened?

Ciara bit the bottom of her lip typing her thumbs.

But then she stopped and then started again.

Ci📸: his girlfriend literally was being a total bitch when I left last night all of that fake niceness she was doing was so fake

Jasmine🐈: Girl what?? Oh hell no what did she say?

Ciara didn’t even want to think about what Nia had said to her last night.

Ci📸: saying that I need to stay away from Jimmy and saying that he wouldn’t go for a girl like me bc of what I do

Jasmine🐈: oh helll no bitch, I’m finna find those hoe and fuck her up

Ci📸: don’t she’s not worth it…and Jimmy’s been blowing up my phone ever since and wants to come see at work.

Jasmine🐈: what you say?

Ci📸: I told him yes

Jasmine🐈: Ci…

She sighed deeply.

Jasmine🐈: you suppose to say no 

Ci📸: ikik but I just want to see what he says that’s all

Jasmine🐈: just to talk right?

Hopefully right?

Ci📸: hopefully….

She switched over to Instagram without opening Jimmy’s messages right away. When she finally did, the first one made her stomach flutter and tighten at the same time.

jonathanfatu: good morning mama I hope you slept good jonathanfatu: imma come see you after work tonight aight?

She had already agreed last night. There was no point in trying to cancel. She knew he would only push harder if she tried.

She locked her phone and finally forced herself out of bed. Every step made the burn on her thighs flare up. She limped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood under the hot water longer than usual, letting it wash over the fresh marks. The heat stung, but it also helped clear her head a little.

Afterward she threw on an oversized T-shirt and soft shorts, careful not to let the fabric rub too hard against her skin. She made herself a simple bowl of oatmeal and sat at the small kitchen table, staring at nothing while she ate.

Her mind kept replaying Nia’s words from last night.

He wouldn’t go for someone like you. She hated how easily those words settled into the same place Leon’s used to live.

Around 1:00 PM her phone buzzed again.

jonathanfatu: you up yet mama?

Ciara hesitated, then replied.

badgyalci: yeah I’m up just moving slow this morning

jonathanfatu: you still good with me coming through later?

She stared at the message for a long time. Part of her wanted to say no. The smarter part of her knew she should. But another part — the lonely, tired part that still remembered how gently he had looked at her during the private dance — didn’t want to cancel.

badgyalci: yeah that’s cool what time you thinking?

jonathanfatu: around 7:30/8 I’ll text you when I’m leaving the shop

badgyalci: alright 

She set the phone down and leaned her head into her hands.

Tonight Jimmy was coming over.

And she had no idea how she was supposed to act normal when her body still ached and her heart still felt bruised from last night.

ೀ

The barbershop was already loud by early afternoon. Music bumped, clippers buzzed, and the usual shit-talking filled the air. Jimmy stood behind his chair, focused on a clean fade, but his mind kept drifting back to last night.

The look on Ciara’s face when she walked out of his mama’s house. The way she ignored his texts at first. The way she finally replied saying she was “okay” when she clearly wasn’t.

Jey noticed his twin was quieter than usual.

“You still thinking about last night?” Jey asked, wiping down his station between clients.

Jimmy didn’t look up. “Nia crossed a line. Straight up. Talking to Ciara like that at mama’s house? That was foul.”

Jacob leaned over from the next chair. “What exactly she say to her?”

Jimmy’s jaw tightened. “Told her I wouldn’t go for ‘someone like her.’ Called her out for being a dancer right there in front of everybody. Ciara left right after. She looked like she was about to break.”

Solo shook his head. “Damn. Nia wild for that.”

Jey raised an eyebrow. “And you still going to see her tonight?”

Jimmy finally glanced at his brother. “Yeah. I told her I was coming through after work.”

Jey whistled low. “You playing a dangerous game, Uce. Nia already knows you was at the club. Now you going to her house?”

“I’m just checking on her,” Jimmy said, but even he didn’t fully believe how casual that sounded. “After the way Nia talked to her, I feel like I owe her that much.”

Before anyone could respond, Jimmy’s phone started buzzing on the counter. Nia’s name lit up the screen.

He let it ring once… twice… then answered, stepping toward the back of the shop for a little privacy.

“Yeah?”

Nia’s voice came through sharp. “Where are you?”

“At the shop. Where else would I be?”

“You’ve been real quiet all morning. You still mad about last night?”

Jimmy leaned against the wall, running a hand over his face. “You already know the answer to that. What you said to her was unnecessary.”

Nia scoffed. “Unnecessary? She’s a stripper, Jonathan. You had her at your mama’s house like she’s just some regular friend. I had every right to check her.”

“You didn’t have the right to talk to her like she was nothing,” Jimmy shot back, voice low but firm. “You don’t know what she’s been through. You don’t know her at all.”

“And you do?” Nia snapped. “After one night at the club and one private dance? Please. You’re defending this girl more than you’re defending your own relationship right now.”

Jimmy stayed quiet for a second, staring at the floor.

“I gotta get back to work,” he finally said.

“Jonathan—”

He hung up before she could finish.

When he walked back to his station, the guys were watching him.

Jey spoke first. “Everything good?”

Jimmy picked up his clippers again. “Nia still on that same shit. Trying to make it seem like I’m the one in the wrong for checking on somebody she disrespected.”

Solo shook his head. “Bro… be careful. You already got one foot out the door and you don’t even realize it yet.”

Jimmy didn’t respond. He just went back to cutting hair, but the tension sat heavy in his chest the rest of the afternoon.

Every time his phone lit up with a text from Nia, he left it on read a little longer than usual.

And every time he thought about Ciara’s soft “yeah… that’s fine” when he asked if he could come over, something in him settled.

By the time 6:30 rolled around and the last client walked out, Jimmy was already cleaning his station faster than usual.

Jey watched him with a knowing look. “You really about to go over there, huh?”

Jimmy grabbed his keys. “Yeah.”

“You sure about this?”

Jimmy paused at the door for a second, then nodded once.

“I’m sure.”

He walked out of the shop without looking back.

Jimmy locked up the barbershop a little after 7:00. The sun was already starting to dip, painting the sky orange and pink. He sat in his car for a minute with the engine running, phone in his hand.

Nia had texted him three more times since their phone call.

3+ messages from Nia😘

Nia😘: You’re really still mad? Nia😘: Answer me Jonathan Nia😘: Don’t do nothing stupid

He left them all on read.

His thumb hovered over Ciara’s Instagram thread. He had told her he was coming to her place… but something in him shifted. Maybe it was the argument with Nia. Maybe it was the way Ciara had sounded so tired and distant in her messages. Or maybe he just needed to see her in the place where they first met.

He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, but instead of typing her address into the GPS, he headed toward Eclipse.

The drive felt longer than usual. Music played low. His mind kept flipping between Nia’s voice on the phone and Ciara’s soft “yeah… that’s fine” from earlier.

By the time he pulled into the club parking lot, the neon sign was already glowing purple and black against the darkening sky. He parked, sat there for a second with his hands on the steering wheel, then got out.

Inside, the club was starting to pick up for the night. The bass was already thumping. A few regulars were at the bar. Girls were on stage and in the private rooms.

Jimmy walked in like he belonged there, scanning the room without even realizing how hard he was looking for one specific face.

The house mom, Shay, spotted him and walked over with a raised eyebrow.

“Back already?” she asked. “You looking for Nova?”

Jimmy nodded once. “She working tonight?”

Shay shook her head. “Not tonight. She called out. Said she wasn’t feeling well.”

Something tight settled in Jimmy’s chest.

“She good?” he asked.

“I don’t know. She sounded off on the phone. Quiet. Didn’t say much.”

Jimmy ran a hand over his face. “Aight. Appreciate it.”

He turned to leave, already pulling his phone out as he walked back toward the exit. He typed as he stepped outside into the night air.

jonathanfatu: mama you not at the club tonight?

It took a minute before the bubbles appeared.

badgyalci: no… I called out didn’t feel up to it

jonathanfatu: you still at the house?

badgyalci: yeah

Jimmy leaned against his car for a second, staring at her message.

jonathanfatu: I’m already out. Can I still come through?

There was a longer pause this time.

badgyalci: …yeah just give me like 15 minutes

jonathanfatu: aight. I’m on my way

He got back in the car, started the engine, and finally typed her address into the GPS.

The club lights faded in his rearview mirror as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Tonight wasn’t going to be about the stage or the private rooms.

Tonight he was going to see the real her.

Ciara had just finished changing into a soft oversized hoodie and black biker shorts when she heard the knock. She froze for a second, heart already racing. Her thighs still ached under the fabric. She quickly checked her face in the hallway mirror — eyes still a little puffy, but the makeup she had put on helped cover most of it.

She opened the door.

Jimmy stood there in a black fitted shirt and jeans, looking just as fine as he had the night before, but his expression was different. Softer. Concerned.

“Hey,” he said, voice low.

“Hey…” Ciara stepped aside to let him in. “You can come in.”

He walked past her, glancing around the apartment. It still looked new — furniture mostly put together, a few candles lit, the soft glow of LED lights coming from the bedroom down the hall. The place smelled faintly like vanilla and incense.

Jimmy turned back to face her once she closed the door.

“You good?” he asked.

Ciara nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just been tired.”

He studied her face for a second longer than usual. “You don’t look like you slept good.”

She looked away, walking toward the kitchen. “You want something to drink? Water? I got soda too.”

“I’m good,” he said, following her slowly. “Ciara.”

She stopped at the counter but didn’t turn around.

Jimmy leaned against the opposite counter, arms crossed. “Talk to me. For real. What happened last night after you left?”

She stayed quiet for a moment, fingers playing with the sleeve of her hoodie.

“Nothing,” she finally said. “I just… went home.”

“That’s not nothing.” His voice stayed calm, but firm. “You left looking like somebody had just knocked the wind out of you. Then you ignored my messages. Then you called out of work. That ain’t ‘nothing.’”

Ciara’s throat tightened. She finally turned to face him, arms wrapped around herself.

“Your girlfriend said what she needed to say,” she muttered. “That’s all.”

Jimmy’s jaw flexed. “I already checked her about that. She was out of line.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Ciara gave a small, bitter smile. “She wasn’t wrong though. I am a stripper. And you do have a girlfriend. So maybe I should’ve stayed in my place from the beginning.”

Jimmy pushed off the counter and stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away from her.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t let what she said get in your head like that.”

Ciara looked up at him, eyes a little glassy. “It’s already in my head, Jimmy. It’s been in my head long before her.”

The apartment went quiet. Only the soft hum of the refrigerator filled the space between them.

Jimmy’s voice dropped even lower. “What you mean by that?”

She shook her head and looked down. “Nothing. Just… forget it.”

He watched her for a long second, then slowly reached out and gently tilted her chin up so she had to look at him.

“I didn’t come over here just to make small talk,” he said. “I came because I was worried about you. And because I couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked when you walked out that door last night.”

Ciara’s breath caught. His hand was warm against her skin, careful, not demanding.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.

“I know,” he answered just as softly. “But I am.”

For a moment neither of them moved. The tension in the small kitchen felt thick — not just attraction, but something heavier. Something neither of them was ready to name yet.

Ciara finally stepped back, breaking the contact.

“You can sit down if you want,” she said, voice quieter now. “I’m not really in the mood to be on my feet.”

Jimmy nodded and followed her into the living room. He sat on one end of the couch while she carefully lowered herself onto the other, trying not to wince when the fabric brushed against her thighs.

He noticed.

“You hurt?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

Ciara forced a small laugh. “Just sore from dancing and… everything. I’ll be fine.”

Jimmy didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push. Not yet.

He leaned back against the couch, watching her.

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re actually okay,” he said simply.

Ciara looked at him for a long moment, then finally whispered,

“I’m trying to be.”

The living room stayed quiet for a while. Soft light from a nearby lamp cast a warm glow across the space. Ciara sat with her legs carefully tucked to the side, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands. Jimmy stayed on the other end of the couch, giving her space but not looking away.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” he said after a minute. “But I can tell something’s heavier than just last night.”

Ciara stared at the floor. Her voice came out small.

“I’m used to people talking to me like that… like I’m less than. Leon used to say the same kind of things. Over and over. After a while you start believing it.”

Jimmy’s expression darkened at the name, but he stayed quiet, letting her continue.

“When your girlfriend said what she said… it just hit the same place. Like I already knew I wasn’t good enough. Like I was stupid for even thinking someone like you would look at me twice outside of the club.”

She let out a shaky breath.

“I came home and… I didn’t handle it well.”

Jimmy’s eyes softened. “What do you mean?”

Ciara hesitated. Her fingers twisted in the hem of her hoodie. After a long pause, she slowly shifted on the couch, carefully pulling the soft fabric of her biker shorts up just enough on one side.

The faint but fresh burn marks on her inner thighs were visible under the light.

Jimmy’s whole body went still.

For a second he didn’t speak. His jaw tightened, and something pained flashed across his face.

“Ciara…” he said quietly, voice lower than before.

She quickly pulled the shorts back down, cheeks burning with shame. “I know. It’s ugly. I shouldn’t have—”

“Hey.” He moved closer carefully, not crowding her. “Look at me.”

She forced herself to meet his eyes. His were serious, but there was no judgment in them. Only concern.

“You don’t have to hide that from me,” he said. “I’m not looking at you any different. I’m just… worried. That shit ain’t something you should be dealing with by yourself.”

Tears welled up in her eyes before she could stop them. She wiped them away quickly with her sleeve.

“I haven’t done it in a while,” she whispered. “Not since I left him. But last night everything just… piled up. The things she said. The way I already feel about myself. It got loud in my head.”

Jimmy ran a hand over his face, then leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“I’m sorry she said that to you. For real. And I’m sorry I put you in a position where she even had the chance. That ain’t on you.”

Ciara shook her head. “You don’t have to apologize for her.”

“I do,” he said firmly. “Because I brought you around. And because I keep coming around you when I know my situation is complicated. That ain’t fair to you.”

The room went quiet again. Only the soft sound of her shaky breathing filled the space.

After a moment, Jimmy spoke again, softer this time.

“You don’t have to tell me everything tonight. But I need you to know… if that voice in your head starts getting loud again, you can call me. Text me. Whatever. I’d rather you reach out than hurt yourself.”

Ciara looked at him, eyes still glassy. “Why do you care so much? You barely know me.”

Jimmy held her gaze.

“Because something about you feels real,” he said simply. “And because I can tell you’ve been carrying a lot by yourself for a long time. You don’t have to keep doing that.”

Ciara’s bottom lip trembled. She looked down at her hands, then slowly nodded.

“I’m trying,” she whispered. “I really am.”

Jimmy didn’t reach for her. He just stayed close enough that she could feel his presence — steady, calm, and present.

“I know,” he said. “And I’m not going nowhere right now. Not until I know you’re okay.”

For the first time since last night, Ciara felt a small, fragile sense of safety settle in her chest.

She didn’t have the words yet.

But she didn’t pull away either.

The quiet stretched between them for a while. Ciara kept her eyes on her hands, fingers twisting the sleeve of her hoodie. Jimmy stayed where he was, giving her space but making it clear he wasn’t leaving.

Eventually she spoke again, voice barely above a whisper.

“Leon wasn’t always like that… at least that’s what I told myself.”

Jimmy stayed silent, listening.

“In the beginning he was sweet. Patient. Made me feel like I was special. My parents basically pushed us together, so I thought it was meant to be. I was sheltered my whole life. I didn’t know any better. I thought love was supposed to hurt sometimes.”

She swallowed hard.

“The first time he cheated, I cried for days. He apologized, said it would never happen again. I believed him. Then it happened again. And again. Every time I tried to leave, he would turn it around on me. Tell me I was insecure. That no other man would want me. That I was lucky he stayed.”

Her voice cracked a little.

“When the cheating wasn’t enough to keep me quiet… that’s when the hands started. Little things at first. Grabbing my arm too hard. Pushing me. Then it got worse. The night I left… he backhanded me so hard I saw stars. That’s when I finally ran.”

Jimmy’s hands slowly curled into fists on his knees, but he didn’t interrupt.

Ciara wiped under her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie.

“I drove all the way to Atlanta with nothing but a bag and a bruised face. Jasmine took me in. Helped me get this apartment. Helped me start over. But some nights… the things he used to say still play in my head like a broken record. Especially when somebody new makes me feel even a little bit seen.”

She finally looked at him.

“That’s why last night hit so hard. Your girlfriend didn’t just insult me. She said the exact same things Leon used to. And for a second… it felt like I never left.”

Jimmy exhaled slowly, like he was trying to keep his anger in check.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” he said, voice low and steady. “Nobody should ever make you feel like you’re not enough. Especially not somebody who claimed to love you.”

Ciara gave a small, tired smile. “It’s hard to unlearn it. Some days I wake up and I still feel like that same scared girl who thought she had to stay.”

Jimmy shifted a little closer, careful not to invade her space.

“You’re not that same girl anymore,” he said. “You left. You started over. You’re building something for yourself. That takes strength most people don’t have.”

She looked down again. “Doesn’t feel like strength when I’m on the bathroom floor burning myself just to feel something else.”

“That doesn’t make you weak,” Jimmy replied firmly. “That means the pain got too loud. But you’re sitting here talking about it. That counts for something.”

Ciara’s eyes filled again, but this time she didn’t wipe the tears away as fast.

“I don’t want to be this version of myself forever,” she whispered. “I want to be okay. I want to feel normal. I want to stop flinching every time somebody raises their voice or looks at me too long.”

Jimmy’s voice softened.

“You will. It’s just gon’ take time. And you don’t have to do it by yourself.”

She glanced up at him, searching his face.

“You keep saying that… but you have a whole life, Jimmy. A girlfriend. A family. A business. Why are you sitting here with me like this?”

He held her gaze without looking away.

“Because something about you won’t leave my head,” he admitted. “And because I hate seeing you carry all this alone. I know my situation is messy. I know I shouldn’t be here like this. But right now… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Ciara stared at him for a long moment. The honesty in his voice made her chest ache in a different way.

“I’m scared of you,” she finally whispered.

Jimmy’s brows pulled together slightly. “Why?”

“Because you make me feel safe,” she said. “And the last time I felt safe with a man… it turned into a nightmare.”

The confession hung heavy between them.

Jimmy didn’t try to fix it with empty words. He just nodded slowly, understanding the weight of what she just gave him.

“I’m not him,” he said quietly. “And I’m not gon’ rush you or push you. But I’m also not gon’ disappear just because things are complicated.”

Ciara let out a shaky breath and leaned her head back against the couch, eyes closing for a second.

“Thank you… for listening,” she whispered.

“Anytime,” Jimmy answered.

And for the first time in a long time, she actually believed him.

ೀ

Time passed quietly.

Ciara had drifted into a light sleep against Jimmy’s side, her breathing finally even. The tension in her body had softened just enough for her to rest. Jimmy stayed still the entire time, careful not to wake her, one arm still resting along the back of the couch near her shoulder.

He looked down at her for a long moment.

Even asleep, there was a sadness that lingered on her face. The puffy eyes, the way her brows stayed slightly drawn together… it made something protective settle heavy in his chest.

He knew he couldn’t stay all night. Not with the situation at home. Not with how complicated everything already was.

Carefully, Jimmy shifted. Ciara stirred but didn’t fully wake as he slowly eased her down so her head rested against one of the couch pillows. She mumbled something soft in her sleep, but her eyes stayed closed.

Jimmy stood, quiet, and grabbed the soft throw blanket from the back of the couch. He unfolded it and gently laid it over her body, tucking it around her shoulders so she wouldn’t get cold. His movements were slow and deliberate, like he was handling something fragile.

He stood there for another second, just watching her.

Then he leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to her forehead — barely there, respectful, full of everything he couldn’t say out loud yet.

“Get some rest, mama,” he whispered.

Ciara’s face relaxed just a little at the sound of his voice.

Jimmy straightened up, grabbed his keys, and walked quietly to the door. He unlocked it, then locked it again from the inside before stepping out into the hallway, making sure it was secure behind him.

Outside, the night air was cool. He stood by his car for a moment, running a hand over his face before getting in.

As he pulled away from her apartment complex, one thought kept looping in his head:

He was already in deeper than he meant to be.

And leaving her like that — safe, covered, resting — still didn’t feel like enough.

The house was quiet when Jimmy walked in.

He closed the front door softly behind him and kicked off his shoes, already bracing himself. The living room light was still on. Nia was sitting on the couch in one of his T-shirts, arms crossed, phone in her hand. The second she looked up and saw him, her expression hardened.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Jimmy didn’t answer right away. He walked past her toward the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Out,” he said simply.

Nia stood up. “Out where, Jonathan? It’s almost one in the morning. You left the shop hours ago and didn’t answer none of my texts.”

He leaned against the counter, twisting the cap off the water. “I went to check on somebody.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Somebody. You mean that stripper?”

Jimmy’s jaw flexed. “Her name is Ciara.”

“Oh, so now we’re on a first-name basis?” Nia stepped closer, voice rising. “You left me here after we already argued, ignored my calls, and went to see some girl from the club? Are you serious right now?”

“I told you earlier she was going through something,” Jimmy said, trying to keep his voice even. “After the way you talked to her at my mama’s house, I felt like I needed to make sure she was okay.”

Nia let out a bitter laugh. “You felt like you needed to? Since when is that your responsibility? She’s not your girlfriend. I am.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“Are you?” She folded her arms tighter. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re putting more energy into this girl than into us. You defended her last night. You went to the club looking for her. And now you’re coming home at one in the morning after being at her place?”

Jimmy set the water bottle down harder than he meant to. “I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t even touch her like that. I sat on the couch, we talked, and she fell asleep. That’s it.”

“You stayed long enough for her to fall asleep?” Nia’s voice cracked with anger. “Do you hear yourself? You sat up in another woman’s house while I’m here waiting on you?”

“She was going through it, Nia. Real shit. Not everything is about you.”

That made her flinch, then her eyes flashed.

“So now I’m the problem?” she snapped. “I’m the problem for not wanting my man around some dancer who clearly wants his attention? I’m the problem for calling out what I see?”

Jimmy rubbed a hand over his face, exhausted. “You crossed the line last night. You disrespected her in my mama’s house. And instead of owning that, you keep doubling down.”

“Because I’m protecting what’s mine!” Nia shot back. “Something you’re clearly forgetting how to do.”

The room went silent for a second. Only the low hum of the refrigerator filled the space.

Jimmy looked at her — really looked at her — and for the first time in a long time, the love that used to come easy felt complicated.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight,” he said finally.

Nia’s face twisted. “Of course you are. Just like last night. Keep choosing the couch over me, Jonathan. Keep choosing her.”

He didn’t respond. He just grabbed a pillow and blanket from the hall closet and walked back into the living room.

Nia stood there watching him, chest rising and falling fast.

“You’re going to regret this,” she said quietly, but with venom. “Mark my words.”

Jimmy laid the blanket out on the couch without looking at her.

“Goodnight, Nia.”

She stared at him for a long moment, then turned and stormed upstairs. The bedroom door slammed hard enough to shake the frame.

Jimmy sat down on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.

His phone buzzed once in his pocket.

He pulled it out.

A single message from Ciara.

badgyalci: thank you for staying… even if it was just for a little while

Jimmy stared at the text for a long time.

Then he locked his phone, laid back on the couch, and closed his eyes.

The house was quiet again.

But nothing about it felt peaceful.

novacane 

a/n: a little heart to heart moment with Ciara and Jimmy but his relationship with Nia is starting to look pretty bad

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ep5

[4pril12th]

‘SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT’

Warnings :smut eventually, language, mentions of death

Jacob Fatu x black!oc

chapter 2

PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE A/N at the end of the chapter, its actually important this time, and will help me produce more chapters for yall!

Emptiness.

Usually after coming home from a long tour Kenese felt grateful to get back to California, to her home with her dog, and her amazing bed.

But things felt lonely and repetitive now. Cairo was in Cancun for some brand trip, Jon, Josh, and Joe were in Florida up to God knows what, and for some reason, Jacob still hadn’t texted her.

Loneliness wasn’t a new feeling for her but repetitive loneliness was... and it led her to think about her environment. Maybe she had outgrown California life.

her having had lived there her entire life, growing up in a 1 story suburban at the edge of a cul de sac, and growing up in it until the time of her mothers death when she was 16, she had realized that a lot of the key factors in her life were repetitive and that needed to change..

The want for a new start wasn’t sudden.. She had told her ex-girlfriend about wanting a change but Anissa had convinced her that their relationship was already rocky enough and that a move would complicate things more.

So now, sitting in this moment she realized that she had spent most of her life catering to what other people thought they needed from her. Now with an entire month off from work, she decided that she has to take charge of her life and make the changes she wanted to make.

She sunk into the couch and got to brainstorming on where to move. “New York?.. no they got big ass rats down there.. Chicago? no… it get’s too cold during winter.. Texas? no.. it would just be like Cali…. Florida? Na- wait.. Florida…” She murmured, trailing off as she pondered on it longer.

She drifted in her thoughts for a few moments before an impromptu bark from her dog caused by the trill of the doorbell, broke her brainstorm. “who the hell is ringing my doorbell..” Kenese exasperated, heading to the door and opening it to see a delivery person holding a large bouquet of pink lilies and pink roses.

“Delivery for Kenese Rayan?” The delivery driver stated, reading out the card. “Oh I didn’t order these?” She questioned more than she stated. “Oh well theres a note from the buyer attached.” He said, quickly handing her the flowers before getting back in his delivery van.

She closed the door behind him and journeyed to her kitchen island, before sitting the flowers down and picking up the card to read the note.

“I didn’t forget to text you, texting is lil’ boy shit, I like going bigger. Hope You don’t mind, I got your address from your girl. Dinner soon? - J.F” She whispered, reading the note in awe.

As she went to pull her phone out to text Cairo, her phone started flashing with a call from an unknown number with a Florida area code. She opened her mouth to speak but got cut off by the voice on the other end.

“You got my lil’ surprise, mama?” The familiar deep voice spoke out. “I got it.. Thank’s big boy. Didn’t appreciate how you left me hangin’ though..” She teased.

“Well then I guess you’ll have to let me make up for it by taking you later?” He flirtatiously suggested. “Well then I guess, I’ll have to take you up on your offer, to see how you’re planning to make it up to me.” Kenese purred.

“Alright then, mama.. I’ll be seeing you later then.. be ready by 8:30, i’mma come swing by to grab you.” Jacob breathed. “Okay big boy.. see you at 8:30.” Kenese said slowly, before hanging up.

Kenese was good at a lot of things, but the thing she was best at was procrastinating. It was now 8:20 and Kenese was running around with her hair clipped up, setting powder still baking on her face, and one leg out of her bodysuit as Erykah Badu blasted in the background of the chaos.

She managed to get herself together by 8:27, checking her outfit in the mirror before answering the knock on her door. She opened the door and stepped to the side and let Jacob in, taking in his outfit. All black, chain dangling from his neck and large black sunglasses covering his eyes.

“Shit.. mama, you look so fuckin’ good.” He breathed out, eyes scanning up and down her body as he took her hand to twirl her slowly. “Thanks big boy, you look good too” She replied smirking.

“Alright, let’s go then mama.” Jacob said, gently taking her hand and leading her out the door towards the passenger seat of his car before opening the door for her.

As they sat in the car, they opted on not listening to any music, wanting to connect with each other first.

“So what made you get into wrestling?” Jacob quizzed, breaking the silence. “Well my mom died when I was 16, and we used to watch wrestling together all the time, and her favorite wrestler was Jazz and before she died she used to tell me that she wished that more women had the courage to break into male fields like wrestling.. So I started wrestling school at 17 and went up from there..” She expressed, as Jacob intently listened.

“ Thats respectable as hell , sounds like your mom was a good lady.” He replied gently. “ She was.. I just wish she was here so she could see me fulfilling her wish.” She sighed wearily.

“All your loved ones, are looking down and cheering you on, no matter what you think or how you feel in the moment… Your people are always with you in your heart.” He expressed, caressing the back of her palm with his thumb.

“Thank you, Jacob. I really appreciate you listening.” She replied, as the car pulled into the NOBU parking lot, slowing as Jacob’s eyes scanned for a park.

“Anytime mama, If you ever need to talk to someone about shit like this, let me know. I’ll be around” He said putting emphasis on the last part, as he parked the car and exited to grab her from the passengers seat.

As the walked inside the restaurant, Kenese shivered, slightly taken aback by the cold breeze of the lavish restaurant. Jacob immediately took notice her shiver and stood behind her and pulled her closer, as they were led to their table by the greeter.

Jacob slid into the booth first, still being observant of Kenese’s slight shiver. Kenese went to sit on the opposite side of Jacob, but her action was stopped by Jacob speaking up.

“Where you going mama? c’mere.” He instructed, curling his thick fingers to beckon her to come sit on the same side as him.She moved to sit next to him but yelped when Jacob pulled her on to his lap. “Oh well this is far better than my original seating plan.” She purred, feeling his breath on the back of her neck.

“You better chill out mama, we might not get through this dinner if you keep talking reckless at the mouth” He tilted his head down, leading into her ear whispering, as his hand two fingers trailed up her thigh teasingly. “Okay i’ll chill out.. only if we don’t stay for desert.. cause I have other things in mind for a dessert menu.” She breathed, leaning her head up to whisper in Jacob’s ear.

Jacob was about to respond but got halted by the server’s arrival to the table. “Can I get you guys started with any drinks?” The server suggested. Kenese had scanned over the drink menu. “I wanna get a drink, but they make these drinks hella strong here..” Kenese tilted her head up at Jacob indecisively. “We could split it..”He suggested.

“Okay, that works for me. Can I please get a hibiscus sour, and a water” She politely requested. The server nodded before trailing off to go grab their drink. “So im getting a feeling you don’t drink a lot?” Jacob joked.

She tilted her head up with an ‘are you forreal?’ expression on her face. “Boy did you forget all about how drunk I was, the night we met? And if you must know.. I’m more of a smoker” She giggled. “I could tell.” He admitted.

“boy, how the hell?” She replied, flabbergasted. “You too laid back for a 30 year old with a crazy ass schedule.” He jested. “Well maybe i’m just a Zen person!” She playfully scoffed.

“Yeah Ight.” He jokingly sucked his teeth in disbelief. “Whatever Jacob!” She playfully punched his shoulder before leaning closer into him. They chatted for a little while longer as they waited for their food to come out.

As the food came out, Kenese slightly lifted off Jacob’s lap to began eating but was paused by Jacob taking one of his hands from around her waist to grab her chopsticks out of her hand, clamping a California roll with it.

“What are you.. - Shh, open your mouth.” He cut her off gently, tilting her head up with his free hand as she opened her mouth, sliding the sushi in her mouth. “What was that for?” Smiling as she finished chewing. “Why would I let you make an effort to feed yourself when i’m right here?” He replied.

“well thank you, big boy.” She beamed, tilting her head back up as he fed her another piece of sushi. “This is bare minimum mama, don’t mention it.” He expressed.

He finished feeding her, before he began to eat his meal, finishing it quickly before moving on to hand her their drink for her to sip. As dinner wrapped up, Jacob paid the bill no questions asked. Something Kenese admired very much.

She had never been treated like this by any of her partners, let alone the first date. Everything was going perfectly on this date. Jacob even taking the liberty of carrying her to the car due to her being tipsy, even despite her protests.

Jacob drove through the busy streets of LA, as Kenese slightly hung her head out the window wearily knowing that this dream date would be over soon, breeze blowing on her face as ‘Bad’ by Tiara Thomas, played at a lower volume.

Jacob took notice to her unusual silence, he knew that you didn’t have to know Kenese for too long to realize she was a chatterbox. “Everything all right mama? You need something?” He inquired, taking one hand off the wheel to gently caress her thigh as a sign of reassurance.

“Tonight was a great night, and I’m a little upset that It’s ending so soon.” She admitted, scanning his side profile as he focused on the Road. “You thought the night was gon be over once I dropped you at your doorstep? nah that’s not how I do things.. Plus, you were mentioning a lil something bout’ dessert earlier If i recall correctly.” He replied grinning, gold peeking out.

“Dessert is still on the table.. I just didn’t want you to think I was moving too fast.” She replied contently. “You can never move too fast wit’ me, i’m happy to go whatever pace you need me to go lil’ mama.” He smirked.

“Well then I guess I’ll have to invite you in for dessert big boy.” She purred, still scanning his bearded side profile, feeling a new but familiar sensation between her legs.

As they reached Kenese’s house, Jacob wasted no time eagerly going over to the passenger seat to carry her. Kenese violently fumbled through her bag at the door, in search for her keys just as eager as Jacob to get started on the dessert portion of the night.

“Yes! Found them!” She whispered triumphantly as she quickly jammed the key in the lock to open it. Jacob pushed the door open, and entered still carrying Kenese in his arms before placing her down and picking her back up so she could face him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He whispered in her ear hungrily before moving his mouth to her neck, ravaging it with his tongue. “Upstairs. First door on the left.” She managed to utter out between moans.

He quickly kicked off his shoes, making a beeline to the bedroom, Kenese clinging onto his broad frame. As they reached the bedroom.

He carried her over to the bed, gently placing her on the edge of it before getting on one knee and placing her foot on it slowly drifting his large hands to her ankle to remove her heels.

He gently placed both shoes on the floor before bringing his large hands back to her foot. “Look at these pretty lil’ things.” He breathed out, teasingly massaging her foot. She leaned her head farther into her sheets as she spread her legs, toes flexing in anticipation.

He gently picked up her slender, tattooed foot as he brought her big toe between his lips, tongue swirling around it greedily as he sucked, causing a a soft moan to rip out of Kenese’s throat.

He then continued, moving on to the following toes, tasting each one with a teasing pressure until her foot was slick with saliva.

Finally content with his work, he lowered her toned leg, shifting upwards until his mouth reached the supple skin of her inner thigh, Trailing wet kisses higher as he reached the smooth skin above her entrance, taking notice to the jewelry decorating it.

“Fuck.. you got her decorated lil’ mama? you must be tryna take me out.” He breathed out. He paused to admire it, playfully flicking his tongue against it before inching lower, trailing his hands down to spread her folds before pressing his tongue against her swollen nub. “Jacob..” She whimpered in ecstasy, kneading her hands through his hair as she rocked her hips against his face.

“Shit, you taste so sweet mama, you got me hooked on this pussy.” He growled hungrily, continuing to ravage at her swollen nub with his thick tongue.

As he continued to hungrily work at her clit, Kenese quickly tugged him upwards, feeling herself beginning to unravel. Gazing upwards as he towered over her. She sunk down to her knees to pull his pants and his boxers down.

Before he could say anything, she laid him on the bed, teasingly crawling as she worked her way between his muscular thighs. “Couldn’t finish just yet, had to make sure I got my dessert too big boy.” She purred, teasingly grinning as she took him into her mouth.

“Fuck mama, I aint know you was nasty like this.” He hissed out in pleasure, her lips plump lips sealed around his shaft as she bobbed up and down, her tongue slowly swirling around the tip, before she dragged her tongue up and down the underside of his large member. “Take it all mama.” He breathed out.

She continued to work down his shaft greedily with her tongue, taking him all in as her nose brushed across the short curly hairs of his pelvis.

Noticing him beginning to come undone, she clamped her mouth around him tighter as his body tensed up, as warm spurts began shooting down her throat. “Shit, Kenese” He exclaimed as an absolutely animalistic sound tore out of him.

“Sorry baby, you just tasted so good.. I had to suck everything up.” She teased, greedily running her tongue over her lips to collect the rest of his cum that landed on her plump lips, as Jacob watched in awe.

He slowly lifted up, getting stopped by Kenese placing her hand on his broad tattooed chest, before crawling up further and swinging her leg over one of his hips straddling him as she wrapped her hand around his large wet member placing a condom on it, and directing it to her slippery entrance before plowing down in one smooth motion.

“Oh my fucking God, Kenese” Jacob breathed out as she took control, beginning to ride him, hips rolling in sloppy circles as his eyes trailed to her large perky breasts bouncing up and down, matching the patterns of Jacob’s brutal thrusts.

“Shit Jacob, you feel so fucking deep like this!” She exclaimed, throwing her head back in bliss, as Jacob moved his large hands up to grip her waist, as she placed her hands down on his chest to steady herself. “Fuck, you so tight mama.” “Keep riding this dick baby, take control.” He groaned out.

She leaned closer into him, as she tilted her face into his neck, and began assaulting his neck with her tongue, her piercing brushing his pelvis with every rhythmic roll of her hips.

Feeling herself begin to cone undone, her pace began to quicken as her thighs tensing as she bounced with more force, feeling him go even deeper, meeting her every bounce.

“Shittt yes! Just like that” She whimpered, her tight walls clenching around him. “Fuck! I’m close Jake!” “Me too baby, Me too.” Jacob nodded back.

Her movements became more sloppy and erratic as she slammed down repetitively, her pussy clenching around him, As she felt Jacobs body tense up, hot wet spurts filling between her legs as a moan ripped out of Jacob, his now sweaty chest rising up and down as she continued to ride.

“Hold on a little longer baby, i’m about to cum!” She exclaimed, clamping around him even more, bouncing up and down as her orgasm ripped through her in waves, clear liquid gushing down her legs.

As she finished cumming, she leaned down and laid her head on Jacobs chest exhaustedly. Instead of immediately pulling away he moved his hands down to grip her chin, pulling her in for a gentle but passionate kiss.

He tapped her thigh for her to lift up slightly, as he eased his half hard cock out of her, as she whimpered from loss of contact. He wrapped his arms back around her, pulling her close as he gently ran his calloused hands across her supple skin in soothing strokes.

“So you’re a squirter huh?” He leaned down smirking. “That was my first time, so you must have been doing something right ,big boy” She beamed, moving her hand up to caress his face, pulling him in for another kiss.

“As much as I would love to lay here with you in my arms, I gotta clean you up baby.” He softly reminded her, as she gently nodded watching him go to her bathroom to fetch a rag.

As he made his way back from the bathroom, he stalked over to her gently spreading her legs as he brushed the damp rag over her still sticky entrance and her thighs before placing a light kiss on her tattooed hip bone.

After getting cleaned for what felt like forever, Jacob finally slid back into bed with her, pulling her closer, and peppering light kisses across her hairline until she drifted into sleep.

A/N : Okay guys, we finally got smut this chapter!! p.s I’m not the type of chick to engage in slowburn, and after that summerslam entrance I was dying to write smut.👀👀 btw, what do you guys think of Kenese and Jacobs dynamic so far? Im dying to know!! Also please note that I will be forming a masterlist so you can access all the chapters so far! Also feel free to ask any questions you want to know about Jacob and our oc, or give any requests to what you’d like to see between them. Just to let you guys know as well, yall missed a little hint in chapter 2 to something thats gonna become a conflict later in the story, so give her a reread and make your predictions on what my hint was!

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Smile ‘Fa Me (Jacob Fatu X Black Reader)

CW: Grillz (🤤), Smut with little plot, Rough Sex, Cursing, Nudity, Unprotected P in V, 18+ MDNI, Saliva, Cursing, Don Julio (Act A Foolio) 😝, Eye Contact, Midnight Ballerina, Lace, Shiesty, Yadadamean? 😮‍💨😏

Word Count: ???😮‍💨

A bad bitch can get anything she wants. Friends, Money, Pretty Privilege, and a nigga who don’t play about her. Hitting the club around 12 am was something that became a regular occurrence, at first it started out with him being a customer. A paying one. And a HIGH paying one at that. Whenever he was in the Bay Area, his hometown, he always came to club COCO, your club. Might as well been, thick thighs accompanied with black fishnets hugging your skin up to the curves of your ass and knee high glossy black 12 inch stilettos. A black lace corset halter that threatened to burst open at any second, nearly suffocating the huge tits attached to your chest, pulling them into a tight V-shape with a slim thick mid section. Long cheetah print, stilettos with a red curve on the inside of the nail tip line.

But what attached the look together other than your Boho Knotless braids, dragging down to your ass, were the gold lacing your teeth. Red and green emeralds embedded in, behind that clear and bold lipgloss smoothed across those plumps lips. Those plump lips that constantly connected to his every single time y’all went to that back VIP room.

A special lap dance, would turn into grinding, a few clothes littering the floor and then his massive girth being buried deep into your pussy. The way your pussy swallowed him should’ve been criminal, half his dreads originally being hidden by a shiesty where only some red tips and just his eyes could be seen. Them eyes that looked so angry, yet so enthralled with your body. Lace getting looser, body getting hotter, moans getting louder, and them golden grills becoming more visible by the second since that shiesty got pulled off in the heat of the moment resulting in a sloppy make out session as 20s and 50s scattered the floor around you. Whenever you would straddle him, have his legs spread apart and rock your body back and forth at an angle, sometimes he’d just watch. He’d make some requests and the moment you obliged, he made that shit rain.

A bad bitch, no THE baddest bitch in the club riding his dick with no back talk, no care in the world just going with the flow, that’s what he liked. And you loved a nigga that could let you take charge but fall right back into place whenever he showed the slightest bit of dominance. Sometimes he’d let you take charge but other times, like this one, his hand would grip your knotless Bohos when you weren’t facing him, and that arch that occurred when you would bend back, being forced to look at him did nothing but make your pussy throb around him. “Smile ‘fa me lil mama” he chimed as you let your lips curl up showing your teeth. Gold grills shining even in the red light that covered the room. “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout” he said as his free hand wrapped around your waist, your hips moving around him before forcing yourself to swallow him more each time you bounced, clenching around him earning a growl. His voice was deep and husky, shoulders broad, tattoos lined across his chest, massive hands, a fuck with me if you want to aura and bulky as hell which made him all the more attractive.

But the final nail in the coffin were the golden grills that laced his top and bottom row. Every sloppy make out session you shared included a taste of metal near metal, a faint taste of Don Julio, and spit. A girthy 9 between his legs and a voice that caught your attention no matter what you had going on, only resulted in lust and sin from you. But you didn’t have a care in the world.

No love, no connection, just a customer and her regular client both just needing a release…or two….or three.

“Swallow that shi some more baby” he groaned, lips parted showing those that golden set. His hands pinning your arms back behind you as the arch in your back got worse. Your body shivered, as your hips snapped against his, your hips rocking and swaying in between thrusts before your hips snapped down against his again. Plop. Plop. Plop. Sometimes he liked to give you control…only to snatch it back suddenly. It was a little game of tug of war, your eyes too unfocused on nothing but Jacob’s dick stretching your walls each time you came back down on him. Your moans filled the room as your voice vibrated, feeling nothing but pressure and pleasure in your lower half. “F-Fuck! Aaahhhnn!” you whined as your cunt spasmed around him, sweat glistening on your skin, the fishnets digging into your skin with each bounce.

His massive hands wrapped around your hips before sliding up that skin tight black halter, pulling the strings of the lace loosening it slowly before pulling it off, your juicy brown tits freely falling, the cold air hitting your nipples. That massive black dragon tattoo that covered your spine serving as a statement he wouldn’t be able to forget as his eyes landed there for a second, the grip he had on your wrists tightening as if he wasn’t tryna let go no time soon. Your hands were constrained, confined by the man behind you as your nipples hardened. “Fuccckkk, yesss” you cried out, a white ring slowly formed at the base of your puffy folds, creating a milky white ring forming an “O” around Jacob’s thick meaty dick. You couldn’t run even if you wanted to, but who would. Being stuffed by a Samoan werewolf, with golden grills, green paper lining the floor, and red lights surrounding you both was quite the fantasy to be in.

The squelching sounds every time his dick pulled in and out of you was damn near never ending. But before your release, Jacob always wanted to look at you, see your face and how much you fell apart all over him. Just you and him, you might’ve had a lot of clients but again, he was a regular. He came to see you more than anybody else and when he did, you were off the floor for a WHILE. But he made it worth every single second. “Turn around baby” he commanded causing you to slowly sit up, his dick slowly leaving your entrance with a trail of slick following behind before you were right back on him again. Tits in his face, legs spread apart, knees kissing the leather cushion, and his dick pushing right back inside of you like it never left to begin with.

“Look at me” he commanded his expression cold for a second as your eyes locked onto his before your lower half started experiencing that wave of pleasure once more. Your thighs trembled and your orgasm was slowly building again. Your hands found his beard, your fingers pressing into it as your lips connected with his once again. Both of your grills only being inches apart as his tongue ran over yours. His balls kissed against your folds with the buck of his hips, the sound of skin to skin contact being unmistakable, even through the low music that played over the speakers in the room.

He wanna hang with a bad bitch, he wanna hang with a bad bitch (Ayy, yeah; Sexyy)

He wanna hang with a bad bitch, he wanna hang with a bad bitch (Ayy, yeah; Sexyy)

He wanna hang with a bad bitch, he wanna hang with a bad bitch (It's Sexyy)

He wanted to hang with a bad bitch indeed…and fuck a bad bitch which is what he was doing. And you didn’t mind one bit, before you knew it your arm hooked around his neck as your hand rested on his tatted chest, nails digging into one of his pecs. “You tryna leave marks?” He asked, his dick plunging deeper into you as you cried out once before letting out sharp gasps. “Yo ass acting like you ain’t never finna see me again, girl” he said, those massive hands spreading your ass apart just a little more, just the way he specifically liked it.

“I n-neva know w-witchu!” You lied, oh how you loved lying to him during sex. It would only cause him to get rougher which you loved more than anything. “Stop playin’ wimme. Everytime I’m come ova here I get you jus like this. Screamin’ and creamin’ everywhere. Look at chu” he said as your body started to reach a point, your legs beginning to shake against his, as your cunt tightened from his words as well as how suddenly he hit that spot you loved so much. You were lost for words for a moment, chasing your the knot building in your stomach before your body jolted. But he was right. Your orgasm spilled out of you as you could physically feel the wetness spilling from you, covering his dick in nothing but clear and glistening aftermath. Your your forehead pressed against his scrunched up shiesty, the fabric relieving some of the sweat from your skin as your breathing slowed from its rapid pacing. Jacob wasn’t too far behind because even though you got your release, he wasn’t letting you go nowhere. He didn’t stop, his dick pulsating as it rammed in and out of you, the overstimulation taking over as you tried to cover your mouth instinctively before he peeled your hand away. “Hell nah, it’s a lil too late for that” he chimed before speaking again. “You finna let me hear that shi” he said as you let out a sharp gasp, a drawn out moan slowly following, your body clinging to his before he let out a groan, his hands digging into the soft skin of your ass letting out a pool of white fluid inside of you. A sharp cry escaped you before your breathing slowed again as a soft moan escaped your lips. His thrusts becoming slower, pushing in and out before slowly pulling it out letting a string of white follow behind. A sharp cry escaped you before your breathing slowed again as a soft moan escaped your lips.

“You ight?” He asked patting your back. “Ight enough to get back out there.” You smirked before smiling showing your teeth, laced with gold of your own. “Oh word? I needa fix that?”

“You know you can’t keep me in here forever, Jacob” you murmured going to get up before his arm grabbed your arm, not hard enough to bruise but definitely firm enough to let you pause for a second. “I’m payin’ ain’t I? Ian ready for you to go nowhere yet” he said slowly letting go and kissing your chest. “One more for the night baby?” He looked up at you as you stared back before you two smiled in sync showing the golden metal plastering your teeth.

Your hand brushed over his jaw, thumb brushing across the cool metal in his mouth before pulling back toward his lip, leaning down close enough to feel his breath, the Don still sittin’ on it.

“One more” you whispered, the smile on your lips still evident.

His grin widened, cheesing away as he got the answer he wanted to hear. “Ain’t neva just one witchu, always remember dat” he said as his hands found your waist again.

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A/N: No one at me rn I BEEN wanting to write for Jacob but I genuinely just couldn’t find like a time or excuse to do so and now I have one, I’ve been obsessed with grills lately like they got a hold on me rn especially on a man with dreads 😝

A/N #2: No this not proof read, I legit just entered flow state while writing it lol also uh it’s a one shot…I’m trying to practice being able to write short ones lol

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[4pril12th]

‘SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT’

Warnings :smut eventually, language, mentions of death

Jacob Fatu x black!oc

chapter 2

PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE A/N at the end of the chapter, its actually important this time, and will help me produce more chapters for yall!

Emptiness.

Usually after coming home from a long tour Kenese felt grateful to get back to California, to her home with her dog, and her amazing bed.

But things felt lonely and repetitive now. Cairo was in Cancun for some brand trip, Jon, Josh, and Joe were in Florida up to God knows what, and for some reason, Jacob still hadn’t texted her.

Loneliness wasn’t a new feeling for her but repetitive loneliness was... and it led her to think about her environment. Maybe she had outgrown California life.

her having had lived there her entire life, growing up in a 1 story suburban at the edge of a cul de sac, and growing up in it until the time of her mothers death when she was 16, she had realized that a lot of the key factors in her life were repetitive and that needed to change..

The want for a new start wasn’t sudden.. She had told her ex-girlfriend about wanting a change but Anissa had convinced her that their relationship was already rocky enough and that a move would complicate things more.

So now, sitting in this moment she realized that she had spent most of her life catering to what other people thought they needed from her. Now with an entire month off from work, she decided that she has to take charge of her life and make the changes she wanted to make.

She sunk into the couch and got to brainstorming on where to move. “New York?.. no they got big ass rats down there.. Chicago? no… it get’s too cold during winter.. Texas? no.. it would just be like Cali…. Florida? Na- wait.. Florida…” She murmured, trailing off as she pondered on it longer.

She drifted in her thoughts for a few moments before an impromptu bark from her dog caused by the trill of the doorbell, broke her brainstorm. “who the hell is ringing my doorbell..” Kenese exasperated, heading to the door and opening it to see a delivery person holding a large bouquet of pink lilies and pink roses.

“Delivery for Kenese Rayan?” The delivery driver stated, reading out the card. “Oh I didn’t order these?” She questioned more than she stated. “Oh well theres a note from the buyer attached.” He said, quickly handing her the flowers before getting back in his delivery van.

She closed the door behind him and journeyed to her kitchen island, before sitting the flowers down and picking up the card to read the note.

“I didn’t forget to text you, texting is lil’ boy shit, I like going bigger. Hope You don’t mind, I got your address from your girl. Dinner soon? - J.F” She whispered, reading the note in awe.

As she went to pull her phone out to text Cairo, her phone started flashing with a call from an unknown number with a Florida area code. She opened her mouth to speak but got cut off by the voice on the other end.

“You got my lil’ surprise, mama?” The familiar deep voice spoke out. “I got it.. Thank’s big boy. Didn’t appreciate how you left me hangin’ though..” She teased.

“Well then I guess you’ll have to let me make up for it by taking you later?” He flirtatiously suggested. “Well then I guess, I’ll have to take you up on your offer, to see how you’re planning to make it up to me.” Kenese purred.

“Alright then, mama.. I’ll be seeing you later then.. be ready by 8:30, i’mma come swing by to grab you.” Jacob breathed. “Okay big boy.. see you at 8:30.” Kenese said slowly, before hanging up.

Kenese was good at a lot of things, but the thing she was best at was procrastinating. It was now 8:20 and Kenese was running around with her hair clipped up, setting powder still baking on her face, and one leg out of her bodysuit as Erykah Badu blasted in the background of the chaos.

She managed to get herself together by 8:27, checking her outfit in the mirror before answering the knock on her door. She opened the door and stepped to the side and let Jacob in, taking in his outfit. All black, chain dangling from his neck and large black sunglasses covering his eyes.

“Shit.. mama, you look so fuckin’ good.” He breathed out, eyes scanning up and down her body as he took her hand to twirl her slowly. “Thanks big boy, you look good too” She replied smirking.

“Alright, let’s go then mama.” Jacob said, gently taking her hand and leading her out the door towards the passenger seat of his car before opening the door for her.

As they sat in the car, they opted on not listening to any music, wanting to connect with each other first.

“So what made you get into wrestling?” Jacob quizzed, breaking the silence. “Well my mom died when I was 16, and we used to watch wrestling together all the time, and her favorite wrestler was Jazz and before she died she used to tell me that she wished that more women had the courage to break into male fields like wrestling.. So I started wrestling school at 17 and went up from there..” She expressed, as Jacob intently listened.

“ Thats respectable as hell , sounds like your mom was a good lady.” He replied gently. “ She was.. I just wish she was here so she could see me fulfilling her wish.” She sighed wearily.

“All your loved ones, are looking down and cheering you on, no matter what you think or how you feel in the moment… Your people are always with you in your heart.” He expressed, caressing the back of her palm with his thumb.

“Thank you, Jacob. I really appreciate you listening.” She replied, as the car pulled into the NOBU parking lot, slowing as Jacob’s eyes scanned for a park.

“Anytime mama, If you ever need to talk to someone about shit like this, let me know. I’ll be around” He said putting emphasis on the last part, as he parked the car and exited to grab her from the passengers seat.

As the walked inside the restaurant, Kenese shivered, slightly taken aback by the cold breeze of the lavish restaurant. Jacob immediately took notice her shiver and stood behind her and pulled her closer, as they were led to their table by the greeter.

Jacob slid into the booth first, still being observant of Kenese’s slight shiver. Kenese went to sit on the opposite side of Jacob, but her action was stopped by Jacob speaking up.

“Where you going mama? c’mere.” He instructed, curling his thick fingers to beckon her to come sit on the same side as him.She moved to sit next to him but yelped when Jacob pulled her on to his lap. “Oh well this is far better than my original seating plan.” She purred, feeling his breath on the back of her neck.

“You better chill out mama, we might not get through this dinner if you keep talking reckless at the mouth” He tilted his head down, leading into her ear whispering, as his hand two fingers trailed up her thigh teasingly. “Okay i’ll chill out.. only if we don’t stay for desert.. cause I have other things in mind for a dessert menu.” She breathed, leaning her head up to whisper in Jacob’s ear.

Jacob was about to respond but got halted by the server’s arrival to the table. “Can I get you guys started with any drinks?” The server suggested. Kenese had scanned over the drink menu. “I wanna get a drink, but they make these drinks hella strong here..” Kenese tilted her head up at Jacob indecisively. “We could split it..”He suggested.

“Okay, that works for me. Can I please get a hibiscus sour, and a water” She politely requested. The server nodded before trailing off to go grab their drink. “So im getting a feeling you don’t drink a lot?” Jacob joked.

She tilted her head up with an ‘are you forreal?’ expression on her face. “Boy did you forget all about how drunk I was, the night we met? And if you must know.. I’m more of a smoker” She giggled. “I could tell.” He admitted.

“boy, how the hell?” She replied, flabbergasted. “You too laid back for a 30 year old with a crazy ass schedule.” He jested. “Well maybe i’m just a Zen person!” She playfully scoffed.

“Yeah Ight.” He jokingly sucked his teeth in disbelief. “Whatever Jacob!” She playfully punched his shoulder before leaning closer into him. They chatted for a little while longer as they waited for their food to come out.

As the food came out, Kenese slightly lifted off Jacob’s lap to began eating but was paused by Jacob taking one of his hands from around her waist to grab her chopsticks out of her hand, clamping a California roll with it.

“What are you.. - Shh, open your mouth.” He cut her off gently, tilting her head up with his free hand as she opened her mouth, sliding the sushi in her mouth. “What was that for?” Smiling as she finished chewing. “Why would I let you make an effort to feed yourself when i’m right here?” He replied.

“well thank you, big boy.” She beamed, tilting her head back up as he fed her another piece of sushi. “This is bare minimum mama, don’t mention it.” He expressed.

He finished feeding her, before he began to eat his meal, finishing it quickly before moving on to hand her their drink for her to sip. As dinner wrapped up, Jacob paid the bill no questions asked. Something Kenese admired very much.

She had never been treated like this by any of her partners, let alone the first date. Everything was going perfectly on this date. Jacob even taking the liberty of carrying her to the car due to her being tipsy, even despite her protests.

Jacob drove through the busy streets of LA, as Kenese slightly hung her head out the window wearily knowing that this dream date would be over soon, breeze blowing on her face as ‘Bad’ by Tiara Thomas, played at a lower volume.

Jacob took notice to her unusual silence, he knew that you didn’t have to know Kenese for too long to realize she was a chatterbox. “Everything all right mama? You need something?” He inquired, taking one hand off the wheel to gently caress her thigh as a sign of reassurance.

“Tonight was a great night, and I’m a little upset that It’s ending so soon.” She admitted, scanning his side profile as he focused on the Road. “You thought the night was gon be over once I dropped you at your doorstep? nah that’s not how I do things.. Plus, you were mentioning a lil something bout’ dessert earlier If i recall correctly.” He replied grinning, gold peeking out.

“Dessert is still on the table.. I just didn’t want you to think I was moving too fast.” She replied contently. “You can never move too fast wit’ me, i’m happy to go whatever pace you need me to go lil’ mama.” He smirked.

“Well then I guess I’ll have to invite you in for dessert big boy.” She purred, still scanning his bearded side profile, feeling a new but familiar sensation between her legs.

As they reached Kenese’s house, Jacob wasted no time eagerly going over to the passenger seat to carry her. Kenese violently fumbled through her bag at the door, in search for her keys just as eager as Jacob to get started on the dessert portion of the night.

“Yes! Found them!” She whispered triumphantly as she quickly jammed the key in the lock to open it. Jacob pushed the door open, and entered still carrying Kenese in his arms before placing her down and picking her back up so she could face him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He whispered in her ear hungrily before moving his mouth to her neck, ravaging it with his tongue. “Upstairs. First door on the left.” She managed to utter out between moans.

He quickly kicked off his shoes, making a beeline to the bedroom, Kenese clinging onto his broad frame. As they reached the bedroom.

He carried her over to the bed, gently placing her on the edge of it before getting on one knee and placing her foot on it slowly drifting his large hands to her ankle to remove her heels.

He gently placed both shoes on the floor before bringing his large hands back to her foot. “Look at these pretty lil’ things.” He breathed out, teasingly massaging her foot. She leaned her head farther into her sheets as she spread her legs, toes flexing in anticipation.

He gently picked up her slender, tattooed foot as he brought her big toe between his lips, tongue swirling around it greedily as he sucked, causing a a soft moan to rip out of Kenese’s throat.

He then continued, moving on to the following toes, tasting each one with a teasing pressure until her foot was slick with saliva.

Finally content with his work, he lowered her toned leg, shifting upwards until his mouth reached the supple skin of her inner thigh, Trailing wet kisses higher as he reached the smooth skin above her entrance, taking notice to the jewelry decorating it.

“Fuck.. you got her decorated lil’ mama? you must be tryna take me out.” He breathed out. He paused to admire it, playfully flicking his tongue against it before inching lower, trailing his hands down to spread her folds before pressing his tongue against her swollen nub. “Jacob..” She whimpered in ecstasy, kneading her hands through his hair as she rocked her hips against his face.

“Shit, you taste so sweet mama, you got me hooked on this pussy.” He growled hungrily, continuing to ravage at her swollen nub with his thick tongue.

As he continued to hungrily work at her clit, Kenese quickly tugged him upwards, feeling herself beginning to unravel. Gazing upwards as he towered over her. She sunk down to her knees to pull his pants and his boxers down.

Before he could say anything, she laid him on the bed, teasingly crawling as she worked her way between his muscular thighs. “Couldn’t finish just yet, had to make sure I got my dessert too big boy.” She purred, teasingly grinning as she took him into her mouth.

“Fuck mama, I aint know you was nasty like this.” He hissed out in pleasure, her lips plump lips sealed around his shaft as she bobbed up and down, her tongue slowly swirling around the tip, before she dragged her tongue up and down the underside of his large member. “Take it all mama.” He breathed out.

She continued to work down his shaft greedily with her tongue, taking him all in as her nose brushed across the short curly hairs of his pelvis.

Noticing him beginning to come undone, she clamped her mouth around him tighter as his body tensed up, as warm spurts began shooting down her throat. “Shit, Kenese” He exclaimed as an absolutely animalistic sound tore out of him.

“Sorry baby, you just tasted so good.. I had to suck everything up.” She teased, greedily running her tongue over her lips to collect the rest of his cum that landed on her plump lips, as Jacob watched in awe.

He slowly lifted up, getting stopped by Kenese placing her hand on his broad tattooed chest, before crawling up further and swinging her leg over one of his hips straddling him as she wrapped her hand around his large wet member placing a condom on it, and directing it to her slippery entrance before plowing down in one smooth motion.

“Oh my fucking God, Kenese” Jacob breathed out as she took control, beginning to ride him, hips rolling in sloppy circles as his eyes trailed to her large perky breasts bouncing up and down, matching the patterns of Jacob’s brutal thrusts.

“Shit Jacob, you feel so fucking deep like this!” She exclaimed, throwing her head back in bliss, as Jacob moved his large hands up to grip her waist, as she placed her hands down on his chest to steady herself. “Fuck, you so tight mama.” “Keep riding this dick baby, take control.” He groaned out.

She leaned closer into him, as she tilted her face into his neck, and began assaulting his neck with her tongue, her piercing brushing his pelvis with every rhythmic roll of her hips.

Feeling herself begin to cone undone, her pace began to quicken as her thighs tensing as she bounced with more force, feeling him go even deeper, meeting her every bounce.

“Shittt yes! Just like that” She whimpered, her tight walls clenching around him. “Fuck! I’m close Jake!” “Me too baby, Me too.” Jacob nodded back.

Her movements became more sloppy and erratic as she slammed down repetitively, her pussy clenching around him, As she felt Jacobs body tense up, hot wet spurts filling between her legs as a moan ripped out of Jacob, his now sweaty chest rising up and down as she continued to ride.

“Hold on a little longer baby, i’m about to cum!” She exclaimed, clamping around him even more, bouncing up and down as her orgasm ripped through her in waves, clear liquid gushing down her legs.

As she finished cumming, she leaned down and laid her head on Jacobs chest exhaustedly. Instead of immediately pulling away he moved his hands down to grip her chin, pulling her in for a gentle but passionate kiss.

He tapped her thigh for her to lift up slightly, as he eased his half hard cock out of her, as she whimpered from loss of contact. He wrapped his arms back around her, pulling her close as he gently ran his calloused hands across her supple skin in soothing strokes.

“So you’re a squirter huh?” He leaned down smirking. “That was my first time, so you must have been doing something right ,big boy” She beamed, moving her hand up to caress his face, pulling him in for another kiss.

“As much as I would love to lay here with you in my arms, I gotta clean you up baby.” He softly reminded her, as she gently nodded watching him go to her bathroom to fetch a rag.

As he made his way back from the bathroom, he stalked over to her gently spreading her legs as he brushed the damp rag over her still sticky entrance and her thighs before placing a light kiss on her tattooed hip bone.

After getting cleaned for what felt like forever, Jacob finally slid back into bed with her, pulling her closer, and peppering light kisses across her hairline until she drifted into sleep.

A/N : Okay guys, we finally got smut this chapter!! p.s I’m not the type of chick to engage in slowburn, and after that summerslam entrance I was dying to write smut.👀👀 btw, what do you guys think of Kenese and Jacobs dynamic so far? Im dying to know!! Also please note that I will be forming a masterlist so you can access all the chapters so far! Also feel free to ask any questions you want to know about Jacob and our oc, or give any requests to what you’d like to see between them. Just to let you guys know as well, yall missed a little hint in chapter 2 to something thats gonna become a conflict later in the story, so give her a reread and make your predictions on what my hint was!

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[passion4ruit]

roman charging 20 dollars a month for “exclusive content” umm… is he posting dick? titties, at the very least??? cuz if not that 20 a month be adding up, he rich as hell and we got bills!!! 😭 and if he’s doing that he better be consistent for the fans who are actually paying. 😭

[4pril12th]

new chapter of ‘sometime around midnight’ will be out later today.. it’s taking a little longer cause im making lengthier chapters, but I didn’t forget about my deal to you guys where I said I was gonna try to get out atleast one chapter everyday! p.s theres a surprise for yall in this chapter😉

[jeysslut]

idk why but this is genuinely the hottest thing ever

[moxleyrollins]

jacob's entrance as the werewolf feat. the usos SUMMERSLAM: NIGHT ONE | 08.01.26

[4pril12th]

omg they all so fuckin fine wtfff😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😩😩😩

[4pril12th]

‘SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT’

warnings: explicit language probably, smut eventually.

Jacob Fatu x black!oc

A/N at the bottom! Happy reading!🧡

Chapter 1

2 weeks had passed since her steamy moment on the street, with the handsome stranger. Though her mind still lingered on that interaction, she had work to do.

This led her to be on a press junket, which ended up leading her to one of her last interviews.. ‘Hot Ones Versus’ The one she was dreading most.

Her and Cairo set in the makeup chairs, getting finishing touches before getting called to set by the producer.

“Okay ladies, all you have to do is answer the questions or eat the wings, it should go pretty smoothly, we have things to cure the burn if things get too spicy!” The producer explained as the pair sat in their parallel seats.

They got the finally got the green light to start, as the nerves calmed down in Keneses chest. They made their introductions before starting round one.

“Okay Cairo. It says : you have been my on-screen manager since my Raw debut in 2016, name one way fame has changed me, or eat a death wing.” Kenese explained.

“I don’t know if fame has changed YOU, personally but it definitely changed the way you spend money, cause’ the amount you spend on hair and gear is outrageous!” Cairo answered, in relief that she didn’t have to eat a wing.

Cairo picked up a card and read it before wincing. “Kenese, you’ve had many dates and flings with various athletes such as: Jey Uso, OBJ, and even Joe Burrow for short amount of time.. Rank these guys from best kisser to worst kisser or eat a death wing.” She read slowly.

“Oh my Gosh this a fucking setup! Imma just eat the damn wing… She nervously squealed before biting into it. “Okay.. it’s not bad so fa- OH MY GOD! I spoke too soon!” She quickly retreated her original statement, shouting.

“Girl is it really that bad?!” Cairo asked laughing, but all Kenese could do was nod frantically, as she sipped the milk that was provided.

The interview played out for a couple more rounds; the girls answering various questions about favorite wrestlers, gears, and more, ending with Cairo taking the win, having eaten less wings.

After they finished up at ‘Hot Ones’ they headed back to the hotel to wind down for a bit before it was time for RAW.

As they sat in the hotel room, aimlessly scrolling while family guy played on the tv , Cairo took notice to Keneses unusual quietness.

She turned her head to Kenese who had been letting the same video play on repeat for over a minute.

“Nese.. are you good girl? You’ve been lettin that tiktok play for mad long.” She inquired, voice slightly laced with concern. Kenese’s head snapped up. “Oh shit, yeah i’m good.. I just keep thinking about that fine ass nigga from the other night.” She sighed wearily.

“How the hell does he have you dickmatized , if y’all didn’t even interact long enough for you to get dick?” She laughed. “I don’t fucking know.. he just had this vibe to him, like he was the predator and I was the prey… it was sexy.” She responded sighing.

“Damn girl… you must really wanna find this nigga again… Just try to hold on for a little while, maybe that new talent Jade was talking about is handsome and single.” Cairo replied in a singsongy tone.

“Oh shit.. I forgot that the new talent is supposed to be debuting one of these days! That’s if jade wasn’t just gossiping.” She exclaimed, emphasizing the last part.

“I guess we’ll see when we get to the venue tonight.. Speaking of the venue, We gotta start heading to the venue in a few minutes.” She reminded Kenese, lifting up her phone to show the time.

As they finished getting their hair and makeup done, they made their way to one of the TV’s backstage where Jade and Bianca were, to catch the rest of the bloodline segment.

Roman and Solo were currently in a Tribal war between the New Bloodline and the Original Bloodline. Kenese usually didn’t go out of her way to watch the shows but the bloodline storyline was almost too good to resist.

Solo was currently cutting a promo on Roman while the MFTs were behind him. They continued going back and forth before foreign entrance music played.

“Whose music is tha- no fucking way..” Cairo attempted to ask before Kenese cut her off in a state of shock. Bianca and Jade had set there confused before Cairo took notice.

“Oh my God. Isn’t that the guy, you’ve been bringing up since the club the other night?!” Cairo asked in shock. “Wait the guy you mentioned in the airport , that nobody knew about?” Jade asked, still confused about everything.

“Girl yes! I literally asked Joshua and Jon if they knew who he was and they said no!” Cairo exclaimed, slightly annoyed that apparently they knew the guy this entire time.

“Well you did give a very vague description, and you told us you didn’t remember his name.” Bianca laughed, putting her hands up.

“Well bitch… I think you manifested him!” Cairo exclaimed excitedly as they all rapidly tapped Kenese playfully.

“Okay, okay damn! Now I would stay here and chat with yall about boy crushes, but we gotta get to work. So bye!”She shouted, excitedly getting up, now noticing that the bloodline segment was ending, before her and Cairo journeyed off to the locker room.

The made it to the locker room in quick fashion so she could change her outfit really quickly. She was only cutting a promo tonight so she decided to settle for regular clothes. One of the staff members backstage knocked on the door to inform them that they had a couple minutes to get to gorilla position.

They stepped out her locker room, and sprinted their way through catering before reaching the hallway that led to Gorilla, Kenese pausing when she spotted Joshua off to the side. “Aye wassup gir- No! I don’t have time to chew yo’ ass out but imma get on y’all right after I go do my shit!” She cut Joshua off, pointing fiercely while also scoring a quick glance around in hopes to find the guy.

Unable to spot him in time , they ran to gorilla, 40 seconds before her music hit. Getting quick instructions from Tyson and Hunter before Kenese’s music hit. Kenese and Cairo quickly did their segment before heading backstage, then splitting up so Cairo could go ‘take a leak.’

“Alright girl.. text me when you’re done, I gotta go chew those niggas Josh and Jon out before they leave the venue.” She said waving before bussing the corner. As she reached the bloodline locker room, she rhythmically knocked on the door, before it abruptly opened.

“Oh shit Nese.. what did you mean when you said you was gon’ chew us out about earlier?” Josh asked hesitantly opening the door for her to come in, almost scared of her reply. “A while ago at the airport, I asked if y’all knew that nigga wit’ locs! Y’all motherfuckers told me no.

Only for him to make a goddamn WWE debut today!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms angrily. Him and Jon shared a confused look before finally connecting the dots… “OHHHH jacob!” they said in unison, pointing at each other in agreement.

“We didn’t know you were talking bout HIM uce! We would’ve told you that was cuzz if you described him better!” They said laughing. “Cuzz…? Cuzz as in uce? like a bro way? or cuzz as in, y’all are actually blood related?” She questioned, still slightly confused. “Girl our COUSIN! Thats uncle Sam ‘the tonga kid’s’ son.” Jon explained.

“All these dudes in y’all family.. Im sorry but I can’t keep up with all of y’all” She chuckled. “Well are you gonna let yo’ handsome uces shoot an arrow for you little lovebirds?” Josh said in a singsongy tone.

She physically repulsed “First of all don’t call yourselves ‘my handsome uces’ She emphasized the dumbass name by making finger quotes. “And shittt, I could do the rest, just let me know where he at.” She replied, clasping her hands together hopefully.

“He probably in the catering room right now, chowing down. Let one of us know if you can’t find him though, we’ll give you his contact.” They replied, packing up their duffle bags as they prepared to leave. “Alright thanks, i’ll see yall!” She said, turning around and making her way to catering.

As she reached the now empty catering room there he was turned around over the catering table, grabbing salmon. She leaned on the wall in some attempt to look cooler than she was, before breaking the silence. “Hey stranger..” She said slowly, as he turned around.

“sup’ lil mama.. I see you finally found me.” He said, setting his plate down before checking his phone. “Only took you a couple weeks.” He replied laughing slightly. “I did tell you I was a busy girl.” She smirked. “ Well you don’t seem too busy now, so maybe we could finish off where we started by me getting your number..” He replied smoothly.

“and who said the conversation that night was gonna end with you getting my number, Casanova?” She leaned back in mock confusion. “well i’m sorry if i got things mixed up, but I did have my hands on your waist, and you did look like you was about to take yo’ panties off if the conversation went any further.” He whispered, leaning into ear.

“who said I was even wearing panties that night, big boy?” She whispered looking up at him before her phone pinged prompting her to lean back and check it, seeing a notification from Cairo. “Shit, hold on it’s my friend give me a second.” She muttered before going to type.

Caiboo👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 : finished up in the bathroom a little early, bloodline locker room was empty when i went, took the responsibility of calling the truck, he should be here in 15 minutes near the back entrance.

WorkWifey💋 : I’m in catering with Jacob, but i’m otw right after I secure the digits!!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Caiboo👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽: yesssss!!! say less boo, i’ll be waiting by the back entrance when you get done

She looked back up at jacob closing her phone before reaching for a napkin, and neatly jotting something down on it. “Heres my number Casanova. Use it wisely” She said, gently grasping his wrist to open his hand, sliding the napkin into his hand and winking before trailing off and heading toward the back exit.

@KaptainKenese: RAW & Unfiltered.🤼‍♀️ p.s go check out me and @cairotechnics hot ones inteview😉

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A/N : I have nothing to really say in this A/N, buttt I’m gonna try to release one chapter a day. (we’ll see how it goes👀) MAIN FOCUS!!! Kenese and Jacob finally got to interact again, and it got a little steamy!! of course if you guys have any questions about this series, feel free to put them in my request box, or ask in the comments

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[meiuri]

୨ৎ .ᐟ 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊 ── cody rhodes.

. ݁₊ ⊹ plot: when the bleach blonde, impeccably suited cody rhodes meets you backstage, he is instantly captivated by your quiet, ethereal southern gothic aesthetic.

. ݁₊ ⊹ note(s): this was a request from an anon, who is now known as sun-bleached fly anon! if anyone else also wants to be known under a specific anon alias, just let me know!! :pp

"neva play", the theme for smackdown, blared through the arena, producers screaming into their headsets to production assistants. cody rhodes is standing just outside of gorilla, using the camera app on his phone, making sure his lavender suit is perfectly fitted and his hair is coiffed, smelling like expensive mahogany cologne; like a wealthy, successful businessman. he's remembering the talking points for his promo he was scheduled to do in a few minutes about legacy and honor, even though he no longer held the wwe undisputed championship. that didn't matter to him, though. he had to mention how much that belt meant to him when he had it, and now that it was on a close friend, cm punk, how much more it meant now. while making sure he looked right before going out to the always-loving crowd, in his peripheral vision, he spots you. you're sitting on a stack of road cases, looking as still as a statue. you're wearing a sun-bleached cream lace dress, reading a paperback version of "as i lay dying" by william faulkner, the weathered edges showing how much you'd read the book by this point in time. you looked unreal, even in the shitty lighting of backstage. okay, now he had to talk to you. one: because you were beautiful. and two: because it was in his blood as a polite, southern gentleman to introduce himself to everybody. he walks over to you, starting with a, "uh, hello. i'm cody. cody rhodes. and you would be?" he holds his hand out, offering a handshake. you look up, not even surprised or fazed by the 220-pound wrestler in front of you. you respond to him in this low, quiet voice, that sounds like a whisper, and it's melodic as well, sounding like you're singing when you're not: "i'm y/n. nice to meet you. you're the... current undisputed champion?" "ahh, not anymore. my good friend, cm punk, has that title. but, good guess!" “oh, sorry!! i’m not too well-versed in wrestling. i’m just an indie musician from here that one of the producers invited to the show tonight to see if i’d be willing to let them use my music for one of their video packages. i think it’s for… you and your friend, punk, at… summerslam?”, your southern accent slid right on out. “oh, that’s amazing! whatever it is, i bet it’d add the right amount of tension to our storyline.” he was talking to you like a normal person, but in his head, he was utterly starstruck. by how calm and mysterious you were, him not knowing anything about you, your accent, your look—everything! guess you could say he had a… crush. you and him were engaged in great conversation until a production assistant came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, letting him know that he was up for his promo.

cody was sad. he didn’t want to stop talking to you, but he needed to go and entertain nashville. you could see it in his face. so, you thought up an answer to this problem. before the production assistant could disappear into the backstage area somewhere, you asked them to rip a small piece of paper from any one of the random papers they had on their clipboard. they obliged, and you asked for one of their pens as well. they handed the pen over to you, and quickly scribbled your instagram username down on the paper, before holding the paper out to cody. “this is my instagram. if you want to continue talking after today, that’d be wonderful. just text. oh! and make sure you listen to the song they want to use. it's called "a slow rot in alabama".” “will do.”, cody takes the paper and tucks it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, like it’s a million-dollar check he couldn’t afford to lose. later that night, after the show is well and over, cody is sitting on his tour bus, tired, but not too tired. it's 1:00 in the morning, two hours well after smackdown ends since it went back to two hours of tv. he's in a regular old t-shirt and comfy lounge sweatpants, eating a meal-prep container of chicken and rice. random, in the middle of the night, but who cared? in the middle of bringing the fork to his mouth for another bite, he remembered the paper you gave him. he shoves the fork into his mouth, jogging to the bus' bedroom to go into his suit's breast pocket and grab the paper. he finds it, and goes back to sit down on the couch. he picks up his phone, opening instagram, and typing in your username in the search bar, finding your verified account instantly. he's smitten all over again when he sees your profile picture, which is of you standing in an overgrown field of wild grass at golden hour, wearing a vintage white lace dress, kind of like the one you had on when he met you last night. looking at your account, in your bio is a simple description of you who are and what you do, and one link: your linktree. he clicks the link and then, clicks on the first link that has to do with music, which would be your spotify. he's so excited to listen to your music, he doesn't even look at the description of you provided or what genre of music you make. so, he FULLY expects you to make music with gentle acoustic guitar plucking or sweet country folk. so, he hits "play" on your most popular song, "a slow rot in alabama" (the one you told him to listen to!), which would also happen to be the song the wwe is trying to license for the video package of him and punk for summerslam. as it started to play, his phone speakers are violently overtaken by a low, vibrating church organ, followed by distorted, agonizing shoegaze guitars coming in and your voice, more ethereal than it was than when he was talking to you, wailing out a line about “burying the teeth of my ancestors in the cornfield.”

cody sits frozen, a forkful of chicken and rice halfway to his mouth as your music catches him off-guard. the dimmed lights of his bus contrast hilariously, but still somewhat match with the definition of pure dread in audio form. instead of turning it off immediately, cody's stubborn, always-intensely supportive brain kicks into overdrive. he nods his head in a stiff, polite rhythm to a two minute ambient outro of you just humming and cricket noises faintly in the background. he whispers to himself, “wooow. visceral feeling. good for her.” cody does exactly what you told him to do, and dms you on insta, wanting to continue to talk, and he does with a polite, overly enthusiastic dm. “fantastic song, y/n! truly evocative. the theme of a family line fading away really pops.” surprisingly, you’re awake, for some reason. the message pops up in your notification bar, and you’re amused by his aggressively sunny response to your dismal form of art. you immediately text back, and it’s the start of a beautiful, digital (for now) friendship. the relationship continues while he’s on the road wrestling, doing appearances, and while you’re also doing appearances in your hometown of nashville. during any downtime you two have, you text or you call, but you mostly text. and anytime you two do text, the contrast between how you text and how cody texts are so apparent. one time, you sent a text telling him: “spent today recording in my house’s basement to get the right echo for my new single about a blood curse.” cody unashamedly replies: “keep grinding! can’t wait to hear the drop! 🔥” dork. weeks later, the wwe comes back around to the south, and they're in atlanta, georgia, cody's hometown, for smackdown. and wouldn't you know it, you just so happened to be in atlanta to perform a set of your songs for this little underground bar-type spot. once cody found this out, he worked up the courage to ask you if you wanted to meet up before you had to perform that night and he had to be in the arena that night for a little casual lunch date. bold, but he had to wanted to get to know you better for a while now. and so, you agree. you meet him at the underground diner, and cody shows up looking like the wealthy president of a country club—crisp polo, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt. you arrive looking like you belong in an a24 film. by the time you two are seated and your food and drinks have come out, you start blabbing about your music. and cody listens with rapt, intense fascination as you calmly explain like you were speaking to one of your close friends (which he was by this point, but he wanted to be something more) the complex theological and historical metaphors behind your lyrics for your new single while he absentmindedly spreads some jelly on his biscuit. just three days after this first date, your new single, "preacher's daughter", drops. cody's now your official boyfriend. you may think that's a little quick after only one date and a few weeks of talking, but cody's just that smooth. following you two's first date, cody starts up a relentless daily texting routine to get to know you more. every time you text him an update about your music that sounds more unenthusiastic than the last, in your typical stoic way, cody treats it like you've just won a championship every time.

the shift to you officially claiming each other as boyfriend and girlfriend happens a week after the first date, when cody completely bypasses normal dating rules. he sends a massive, custom-arranged bouquet of black roses straight to your small recording studio. attached was a formal, hand-written note reading, "y/n, our connection is truly evocative. i would be deeply honored to officially step up as your boyfriend. let's finish the story. — cody." amused and overall charmed by his corporate manager style of romance, you message him a simple, "okay, big guy 🖤.", with a picture of the bouquet attached. so, now being your boyfriend, he wants to be the ultimate supportive partner through any of your artistic endeavors. he posts a screenshot of your grim album cover (a black and white photo of a rusted, abandoned pickup truck covered in weeds) to his instagram, showcasing your new song to his 2.6 million followers. he also uses his story to share the same post, but adds gifs of glittery stars, an animated cartoon clapping emoji, and bright neon pink text that reads, "so proud of my girl! new single out now!! such a total bop, go stream now!" mind you, fans had only heard rumors that cody rhodes was dating a popular music star, but now, they knew it was true. undeniably. the next day is another friday, another smackdown. and the locker room is in an uproar over the face of the company's new girl. kevin owens, there because he missed being around everyone while still nursing his neck injury, corners cody in catering early that night, holding up his phone, showing cody he was listening to your song. but, he was a little creeped out, safe to say. "cody. man. i listened to your girlfriend's song. it's eight minutes of her weeping over a... drone strike pedal? my chest hurts. are you safe?? do we need to call someone??" before cody can respond, cm punk walks by, sipping a pepsi, and deadpans, "i liked the part where she sang about eating dirt. very... relatable. cody, your hair is too bright for this relationship." cody just smiles like an innocent puppydog, entirely missing the irony in punk's voice, and he defends your artistic genius with unshakeable pride. "i think we compare and contrast pretty well! the line about eating dirt i found weird, but i trust it makes sense with being forced to be a preacher's daughter, doing something you don't want to regarding church and religion, but HAVE to." okay, now he's just rambling on your behalf. and if you knew, you'd fall in love with him all over again. the next day, cody's training in a gym reserved for the wrestlers. matt cardona is also there with him, with kiana james off in the background doing her own little workout. everyone’s blasting their own music in their headphones or talking to each while working out. and so is cody. he’s at his own little squat rack, loaded with 400 pounds. he has his airpods in. his phone’s in his pocket, but if anyone could see his screen, they wouldn’t be surprised to hear that he’s blasting your newest song at full volume. cody takes a deep breath before starting his workout, aggressively singing under his breath along to a lyric about “the ashes of the righteous” and bends slightly to pick up the barbell, ready to smash out a personal record with a giant, proud smile on his face while blaring your music.

[4pril12th]

‘SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT’

warning: explicit language, drinking, smut eventually.

jacob fatu x black!oc

authors note at the end.

MDNI..

“whew!” Kenese exhaled, walking down from the ring, while taking her time to embrace her fans before heading to gorilla position.

As she reached gorilla position she heard scattered congratulatory shouts from various coworkers. Simple praises along the lines of ‘Good Match!’ , ‘That was fucking insane’ , and ‘I know thats right!”

She thanked her coworkers for the praises before heading further backstage hoping to wind down and get back to her hotel before the night was over, not exactly wanting to be heckled by fans.

It wasn’t like Nese didn’t love her fans, it was always just a gamble on which fans were good and which ones were frightening to be around, and her anxiety from engaging in that would only distract her from her U.S women’s title match at summer-slam.

As she continued walking backstage she heard a shout from behind her. “Aye Kanese!” She turned around to see Joshua and Jonathan, quickening their pace to catch up with her. “wassup?” She requested

“We just wanted to see if you was pulling up to that lil get together at the club tonight after the show” Jonathan mentioned.

“shit.. I don’t know yall, I’m tired as hell and your cousin almost demolished me in that damn ring with that samoan drop.” She laughed.

Girl forget all them excuses! You too young to be acting like a grandma, come outside and just vibe! Yo’ hair and makeup already done and everything.” Josh coaxed.

She finally got to her locker room, without further distractions and opened the door only to see Cairo on her couch scrolling on her phone. “KK! Your match was so good boo! You tore nia ass through the frame!” She looked up at Kanese, beaming.

“Thanks boo. You got plans tonight?” Kanese puzzled. “Shittt, no? Probably gon’ go home, watch some scandal and rub my damn feet together until I fall asleep. Why?” Cairo replied, looking up from her phone.

“Apparently theres some post show after party, and Jon and Josh practically begged me to pull up.” She gushed playfully. “Girl we’re going, say no more. I’m calling your black truck right now. Are we going back to the hotel or straight there?” Cairo burst with excitement.

“The hotel, fool! I got to go wash my ass, I was sweating bullets in the ring.” She exhaled loudly at the insane question Cairo just asked her.

“My fault queen, I just thought you might be in the mood to party after your big win.” Cairo surrendered playfully before grabbing her purse and standing up.

After a 25 minute ride to the hotel, that felt like forever they finally made it upstairs. Kenese sighed dramatically as she threw herself on the floor, not wanting to lay on the bed in her outside clothes.

“Kenese… we aren’t doing this tonight.. I don’t want to bring up ‘thou who shall not be named’ but you’ve been single for months and you still barely go outside unless you’re streaming.” Cairo exclaimed, assuming she was giving up on the night.

“Girl you literally just wasted your entire breath, I’m only down here to catch a damn break, you know I don’t like laying in the bed in my work clothes.” Kenese explained, slowly turning her head to laugh at her friend.

As she was touching up her makeup in the bathroom, finishing with her setting powder. Her phone pinged with a text from Jon

JonJon🤞🏽: forgot to text you the lo earlier, everybody linking up at ‘Double G’

Nese🤙🏽 : that smoke club on 3rd that all them rappers be in??

JonJon🤞🏽 : hell yea

Nese🤙🏽 : how tf did yall get a section in there?

JonJon🤞🏽 : you worried bout the wrong things uce! just pull up🤣

Nese 🤙🏽 : Joe got it didn’t he 😭😭😭

JonJon🤞🏽 : man whatever😪 just pull up!

Nese 🤞🏽: alright nigga see you there🖕🏽

After she was done texting Jon, she scrolled aimlessly on her phone waiting for Cairo. “Girl hurry up! You know they start up-charging on drinks after 11 and it’s already 10:30” She exclaimed impatiently. “Girl i’m done! I’m just fixing my lace just incase a nigga wanna tear it off later!” Cairo cackled back.

Finally Cairo stepped out of the bathroom looking bad as FUCK. “well damn bitch, you look good, forget letting a nigga tear that lace off in the bed, I might have to!” She shouted in awe. “Baby, me?! Look at you! Looking all good and shit!” Cairo complimented back as Kenese bowed.

Kenese grabbed her purse, making sure to pack her lip gloss, a compact, her streaming and work phones, and the hotel key, not forgetting to check the status on where her chauffeur was. “Alright let’s get downstairs, Romel is 3 minutes away!” She clapped, excited for a long awaited night out.

The girls got in the car, greeting Romel before they took off en route to the club. As the car ride progressed the ladies began to get even more hyped up for the night, ready to see how the night would go. “So are you gonna stream tonight?” “I don’t know yet, but I brought my phone just incase I get the itch.” They chatted

As they pulled up to the club, they politely breezed past the other club goers in queue, explaining to the bouncer who they were and that they had reservations for a section. As they walked in, they scanned around for a few seconds before seeing Bianca wave them over.

As they walked up to Bianca who was on the dance floor they embraced her with hugs. “Hey boo! why is nobody in the section?” Kanese asked attempting to be nosey. “Girl Roman got here too damn late and they gave our section to the florida gators” She replied rolling her eyes and pointing to the basketball team in the section that was supposed to be theres. “Everybody’s at the bar though” She pointed to the familiar group of people in different bar seats.

Just as they were about to walk to the bar, Jade stopped them. “Yall tell me why, I was having a conversation with becky earlier during RAW, and she told me that theirs a new male talent coming on the roster from the indie circuit.” She blurted out, excited to indulge in some gossip.

“Girl who?!” They all turned in unison, encouraging Jade to continue, now further interested in what she had to say. “Becky said his name was something with a J.. I don’t know. I’m on drink number 5! Apparently Josh and Jon invited him. I don’t know if he pulled up yet.” She said sipping her drink and giggling before grabbing Bianca and sliding away towards the dance floor.

“Well that was vague” Cairo muttered, before heading towards the bar, pulling Kenese with her. They chatted with Sefa and Tama about summerslam and indulged in a couple of drinks before Kenese excused herself outside to answer a call .

She made her way through the crowded club and outside to answer her call in quick fashion, but as she was walking down the street to get a little further from the muffled noise of the club she collided with a broad figure, almost falling before big hands wrapped around her waist to catch her.

“Shit! I’m So sorry!” She apologized looking up at the large handsome man, who still had his hands around her waist. “Nah it’s all good, You alright though mama? That coulda’ been a nasty lil fall.” The stranger asked, scanning her face to make sure she was actually good. “Yeah i’m good, sorry about bumping into you like that.. I was trying to hurry up and answer a damn phone call away from that loud ass club.” She rambled.

“You getting phone calls this late? You must be a hot commodity then lil mama” He said playfully, a hint of gold peeking out of his mouth when he smiled. “Not exactly a hot commodity, just insufferably busy.” She sighed. “Yeah I feel you, theres a lotta work to be done these days, whatchu do?” He inquired. “ I don’t go around telling my profession to dudes that I don’t know, on the sidewalk” She replied smirking. “Well let’s fix that, My name Jacob mama, whats yours?” He replied, quickly. “Kanese, but shit, you could call me anytime” She blurted, not aware that the liquid courage was giving her too much confidence.

“Kanese… I like tha- Nese! Girl , some niggas just fought in the club! We gotta go for TMZ show up on some bullshit. I already called Romel he’s parked on 2nd! Come on” Cairo cut Jacob off frantically as she rushed towards her from inside the club. Kenese turned to Jacob, slightly upset that the flirty encounter ended so early.

“Fuck! I’m sorry I gotta go! I’mma try to hit you up though!” She exclaimed apologetically waving at him, as Cairo pulled her away, unaware of what was happening. As the got in the car, adrenaline began to wear off as the alcohol settled in. “What were you doing outside when I came out there? I was looking for you for like 10 minutes, I thought you entered a portal bitch!”

Cairo turned to Kenese eager to know. “Girl I was getting a call from someone and bumped into this fine ass nigga and we started chopping it up a lil bit.” She explained wearily, reminiscing on her short interaction with Jacob. “Bitch I cock blocked you?! Why the actual fuck would you let me do that? You need some dick in your life!” She shouted apologetically. “ You were pretty urgent about it boo, it’s fine though! I could probably pay some detective nigga to find his instagram for me.” She stated, yawning and leaning her head on the window.

“well did you get his name?” Cairo replied a couple minutes later due to being too consumed in her own drunken thoughts. “Girl did you get his na- this bitch went to sleep.” She cut herself off sighing, before realizing that she was slightly tired as well. By time the ladies woke up the sun was shining through the windows, and a loud knock was echoing on their hotel room door. “sorry we don’t need room service right now” Kanese mumbled tiredly, eyes still shut trying to gather her bearings.

“It’s tama! I just wanted to make sure yall were up, all the flights are leaving in 3 hours, and you forgot your purse at the bar” The voice shouted through the door. Kanese’s head shot up, as her eyes widened. “oh my god what the fuck.” She whispered to herself. “Hold on Tama i’m coming! she shouted , tumbling off the bed and scurrying to the door to open it.

“what happened to you last night girl?” Tama blurted, slightly concerned about her appearance. “No more club excursions the night before a flight.” She said slowly. Tama laughed as he handed her, her purse and patted her shoulder. “Tama you are genuinely a fucking life saver, Me and Cai would’ve missed our flight if my dumbass hadn’t left my purse yesterday” She sighed in relief before hugging him. “I got you girl, get yourself situated and i’ll see you at the airport.” He said playfully before walking off.

She turned around to the bed, noticing Cairo was still sleeping. “Fuck! Cairo wake up! Our flights are in 3 hours!” She exclaimed as Cairo bolted up. “What the fuck happened last night? How many cosmos did we have?!” Cairo asked in a groggy tone laced with concern.

“I don’t fucking know, I lost count after 6.. but I remember going to take a phone call and then you saying something about TMZ and us leaving.” She explained, hoping Cairo could fill in the gaps. “Oh yeaa, some dudes fought last night and when I came outside… you were talking to some lightskin dude with locs.” She said, slowly connecting the dots.

“Oh yeaaa! fuck he was so finee but I never got his number, he only told me his name but that shit is slipping my mind right now…” She replied, pondering on his name for a little. “I love you and I’d hate to burst your romance bubble, but If we wanna make our flights then we gotta go take some hoe bathes because showering is out of the cards at this point” Cairo frantically.

They both rushed to get ready, only having the chance to brush their teeth and wash their important body parts before making it to the airport and TSA with an hour to spare. As they got through the gate, they noticed everybody looking at them confused.

“What the hell happened to yall, uce?” Jonathan asked. “Too many cosmos at the club last night..” They both replied sighing before sitting down. She sat in her seat scrolling TikTok but her mind kept drifting to the handsome guy that she had a cinderella moment with the night prior.

“Wait.. yall” She spoke out as everyone looked up waiting for Kenese to finish her sentence. “Did any of yall see a lightskin dude with red hair last night? I was trying to get his number but I forgot his damn name” She muttered that last part out.

“Nah.. but maybe that’s your sign to chill out on those cosmos sis!” Joshua laughed. She chuckled slightly before the feeling of defeat settled in, she had officially lost her stranger and it was a chance she’d never find him again..

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A/N : Okay this was the first chapter! I don’t really do word counts because I honestly use text to speech to write my fics sometimes, and also i’m too self conscious to have my ranting measured by word counts. I’m sorry for the lack of jacob interaction but I swear the rest of the fic will make up for it… 👀 As always, feel free to ask any questions about the fic in my requests, or request anything you would like to see regarding this fic or any other fics!

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[4pril12th]

I’m way too sleep deprived and self conscious to proof read my pics, I write with yolo in mindset, cause I know eventually I’m gonna get better😭

[4pril12th]

‘SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT’

warning: explicit language, drinking, smut eventually.

jacob fatu x black!oc

authors note at the end.

MDNI..

“whew!” Kenese exhaled, walking down from the ring, while taking her time to embrace her fans before heading to gorilla position.

As she reached gorilla position she heard scattered congratulatory shouts from various coworkers. Simple praises along the lines of ‘Good Match!’ , ‘That was fucking insane’ , and ‘I know thats right!”

She thanked her coworkers for the praises before heading further backstage hoping to wind down and get back to her hotel before the night was over, not exactly wanting to be heckled by fans.

It wasn’t like Nese didn’t love her fans, it was always just a gamble on which fans were good and which ones were frightening to be around, and her anxiety from engaging in that would only distract her from her U.S women’s title match at summer-slam.

As she continued walking backstage she heard a shout from behind her. “Aye Kanese!” She turned around to see Joshua and Jonathan, quickening their pace to catch up with her. “wassup?” She requested

“We just wanted to see if you was pulling up to that lil get together at the club tonight after the show” Jonathan mentioned.

“shit.. I don’t know yall, I’m tired as hell and your cousin almost demolished me in that damn ring with that samoan drop.” She laughed.

Girl forget all them excuses! You too young to be acting like a grandma, come outside and just vibe! Yo’ hair and makeup already done and everything.” Josh coaxed.

She finally got to her locker room, without further distractions and opened the door only to see Cairo on her couch scrolling on her phone. “KK! Your match was so good boo! You tore nia ass through the frame!” She looked up at Kanese, beaming.

“Thanks boo. You got plans tonight?” Kanese puzzled. “Shittt, no? Probably gon’ go home, watch some scandal and rub my damn feet together until I fall asleep. Why?” Cairo replied, looking up from her phone.

“Apparently theres some post show after party, and Jon and Josh practically begged me to pull up.” She gushed playfully. “Girl we’re going, say no more. I’m calling your black truck right now. Are we going back to the hotel or straight there?” Cairo burst with excitement.

“The hotel, fool! I got to go wash my ass, I was sweating bullets in the ring.” She exhaled loudly at the insane question Cairo just asked her.

“My fault queen, I just thought you might be in the mood to party after your big win.” Cairo surrendered playfully before grabbing her purse and standing up.

After a 25 minute ride to the hotel, that felt like forever they finally made it upstairs. Kenese sighed dramatically as she threw herself on the floor, not wanting to lay on the bed in her outside clothes.

“Kenese… we aren’t doing this tonight.. I don’t want to bring up ‘thou who shall not be named’ but you’ve been single for months and you still barely go outside unless you’re streaming.” Cairo exclaimed, assuming she was giving up on the night.

“Girl you literally just wasted your entire breath, I’m only down here to catch a damn break, you know I don’t like laying in the bed in my work clothes.” Kenese explained, slowly turning her head to laugh at her friend.

As she was touching up her makeup in the bathroom, finishing with her setting powder. Her phone pinged with a text from Jon

JonJon🤞🏽: forgot to text you the lo earlier, everybody linking up at ‘Double G’

Nese🤙🏽 : that smoke club on 3rd that all them rappers be in??

JonJon🤞🏽 : hell yea

Nese🤙🏽 : how tf did yall get a section in there?

JonJon🤞🏽 : you worried bout the wrong things uce! just pull up🤣

Nese 🤙🏽 : Joe got it didn’t he 😭😭😭

JonJon🤞🏽 : man whatever😪 just pull up!

Nese 🤞🏽: alright nigga see you there🖕🏽

After she was done texting Jon, she scrolled aimlessly on her phone waiting for Cairo. “Girl hurry up! You know they start up-charging on drinks after 11 and it’s already 10:30” She exclaimed impatiently. “Girl i’m done! I’m just fixing my lace just incase a nigga wanna tear it off later!” Cairo cackled back.

Finally Cairo stepped out of the bathroom looking bad as FUCK. “well damn bitch, you look good, forget letting a nigga tear that lace off in the bed, I might have to!” She shouted in awe. “Baby, me?! Look at you! Looking all good and shit!” Cairo complimented back as Kenese bowed.

Kenese grabbed her purse, making sure to pack her lip gloss, a compact, her streaming and work phones, and the hotel key, not forgetting to check the status on where her chauffeur was. “Alright let’s get downstairs, Romel is 3 minutes away!” She clapped, excited for a long awaited night out.

The girls got in the car, greeting Romel before they took off en route to the club. As the car ride progressed the ladies began to get even more hyped up for the night, ready to see how the night would go. “So are you gonna stream tonight?” “I don’t know yet, but I brought my phone just incase I get the itch.” They chatted

As they pulled up to the club, they politely breezed past the other club goers in queue, explaining to the bouncer who they were and that they had reservations for a section. As they walked in, they scanned around for a few seconds before seeing Bianca wave them over.

As they walked up to Bianca who was on the dance floor they embraced her with hugs. “Hey boo! why is nobody in the section?” Kanese asked attempting to be nosey. “Girl Roman got here too damn late and they gave our section to the florida gators” She replied rolling her eyes and pointing to the basketball team in the section that was supposed to be theres. “Everybody’s at the bar though” She pointed to the familiar group of people in different bar seats.

Just as they were about to walk to the bar, Jade stopped them. “Yall tell me why, I was having a conversation with becky earlier during RAW, and she told me that theirs a new male talent coming on the roster from the indie circuit.” She blurted out, excited to indulge in some gossip.

“Girl who?!” They all turned in unison, encouraging Jade to continue, now further interested in what she had to say. “Becky said his name was something with a J.. I don’t know. I’m on drink number 5! Apparently Josh and Jon invited him. I don’t know if he pulled up yet.” She said sipping her drink and giggling before grabbing Bianca and sliding away towards the dance floor.

“Well that was vague” Cairo muttered, before heading towards the bar, pulling Kenese with her. They chatted with Sefa and Tama about summerslam and indulged in a couple of drinks before Kenese excused herself outside to answer a call .

She made her way through the crowded club and outside to answer her call in quick fashion, but as she was walking down the street to get a little further from the muffled noise of the club she collided with a broad figure, almost falling before big hands wrapped around her waist to catch her.

“Shit! I’m So sorry!” She apologized looking up at the large handsome man, who still had his hands around her waist. “Nah it’s all good, You alright though mama? That coulda’ been a nasty lil fall.” The stranger asked, scanning her face to make sure she was actually good. “Yeah i’m good, sorry about bumping into you like that.. I was trying to hurry up and answer a damn phone call away from that loud ass club.” She rambled.

“You getting phone calls this late? You must be a hot commodity then lil mama” He said playfully, a hint of gold peeking out of his mouth when he smiled. “Not exactly a hot commodity, just insufferably busy.” She sighed. “Yeah I feel you, theres a lotta work to be done these days, whatchu do?” He inquired. “ I don’t go around telling my profession to dudes that I don’t know, on the sidewalk” She replied smirking. “Well let’s fix that, My name Jacob mama, whats yours?” He replied, quickly. “Kanese, but shit, you could call me anytime” She blurted, not aware that the liquid courage was giving her too much confidence.

“Kanese… I like tha- Nese! Girl , some niggas just fought in the club! We gotta go for TMZ show up on some bullshit. I already called Romel he’s parked on 2nd! Come on” Cairo cut Jacob off frantically as she rushed towards her from inside the club. Kenese turned to Jacob, slightly upset that the flirty encounter ended so early.

“Fuck! I’m sorry I gotta go! I’mma try to hit you up though!” She exclaimed apologetically waving at him, as Cairo pulled her away, unaware of what was happening. As the got in the car, adrenaline began to wear off as the alcohol settled in. “What were you doing outside when I came out there? I was looking for you for like 10 minutes, I thought you entered a portal bitch!”

Cairo turned to Kenese eager to know. “Girl I was getting a call from someone and bumped into this fine ass nigga and we started chopping it up a lil bit.” She explained wearily, reminiscing on her short interaction with Jacob. “Bitch I cock blocked you?! Why the actual fuck would you let me do that? You need some dick in your life!” She shouted apologetically. “ You were pretty urgent about it boo, it’s fine though! I could probably pay some detective nigga to find his instagram for me.” She stated, yawning and leaning her head on the window.

“well did you get his name?” Cairo replied a couple minutes later due to being too consumed in her own drunken thoughts. “Girl did you get his na- this bitch went to sleep.” She cut herself off sighing, before realizing that she was slightly tired as well. By time the ladies woke up the sun was shining through the windows, and a loud knock was echoing on their hotel room door. “sorry we don’t need room service right now” Kanese mumbled tiredly, eyes still shut trying to gather her bearings.

“It’s tama! I just wanted to make sure yall were up, all the flights are leaving in 3 hours, and you forgot your purse at the bar” The voice shouted through the door. Kanese’s head shot up, as her eyes widened. “oh my god what the fuck.” She whispered to herself. “Hold on Tama i’m coming! she shouted , tumbling off the bed and scurrying to the door to open it.

“what happened to you last night girl?” Tama blurted, slightly concerned about her appearance. “No more club excursions the night before a flight.” She said slowly. Tama laughed as he handed her, her purse and patted her shoulder. “Tama you are genuinely a fucking life saver, Me and Cai would’ve missed our flight if my dumbass hadn’t left my purse yesterday” She sighed in relief before hugging him. “I got you girl, get yourself situated and i’ll see you at the airport.” He said playfully before walking off.

She turned around to the bed, noticing Cairo was still sleeping. “Fuck! Cairo wake up! Our flights are in 3 hours!” She exclaimed as Cairo bolted up. “What the fuck happened last night? How many cosmos did we have?!” Cairo asked in a groggy tone laced with concern.

“I don’t fucking know, I lost count after 6.. but I remember going to take a phone call and then you saying something about TMZ and us leaving.” She explained, hoping Cairo could fill in the gaps. “Oh yeaa, some dudes fought last night and when I came outside… you were talking to some lightskin dude with locs.” She said, slowly connecting the dots.

“Oh yeaaa! fuck he was so finee but I never got his number, he only told me his name but that shit is slipping my mind right now…” She replied, pondering on his name for a little. “I love you and I’d hate to burst your romance bubble, but If we wanna make our flights then we gotta go take some hoe bathes because showering is out of the cards at this point” Cairo frantically.

They both rushed to get ready, only having the chance to brush their teeth and wash their important body parts before making it to the airport and TSA with an hour to spare. As they got through the gate, they noticed everybody looking at them confused.

“What the hell happened to yall, uce?” Jonathan asked. “Too many cosmos at the club last night..” They both replied sighing before sitting down. She sat in her seat scrolling TikTok but her mind kept drifting to the handsome guy that she had a cinderella moment with the night prior.

“Wait.. yall” She spoke out as everyone looked up waiting for Kenese to finish her sentence. “Did any of yall see a lightskin dude with red hair last night? I was trying to get his number but I forgot his damn name” She muttered that last part out.

“Nah.. but maybe that’s your sign to chill out on those cosmos sis!” Joshua laughed. She chuckled slightly before the feeling of defeat settled in, she had officially lost her stranger and it was a chance she’d never find him again..

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-> replying to @cairotechnics: better be the only person you manage🧐

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A/N : Okay this was the first chapter! I don’t really do word counts because I honestly use text to speech to write my fics sometimes, and also i’m too self conscious to have my ranting measured by word counts. I’m sorry for the lack of jacob interaction but I swear the rest of the fic will make up for it… 👀 As always, feel free to ask any questions about the fic in my requests, or request anything you would like to see regarding this fic or any other fics!

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