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Wanting Means Losing

Chapter 8: Don't freak out!

Gazerbeam (Simon J. Paladino) x Elaine Roswell (Black Female OC)

This is a lawyer x paralegal story.

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NEXT CHAPTER - Chapter 9: Christopher Werner

Note: Okay so fun fact I did something like this at my last job except I forgot to produce documents that were due the day before and I'm not gonna lie I cried like a freaking baby to my atty who was like "oh no its traumatized, here have a chocolate. also that wasn't actually due until next week you're fine."

It's early morning when Elaine sits at her desk, her landline pressed to her ear. She's frantic, attempting to get in touch with Simon's go-to court reporting company, her heart pounding with anxiety. They have a deposition scheduled for two days from now, and she realized in the middle of the night she forgot to schedule them. She got in an hour early, too restless to focus on sleeping. Now, she's doing everything she can to fix her mistake before it's too late.

Her voice trembles as she explains the situation to the woman on the other line. "Good morning, this is Elaine from Paladino Law. I need to schedule a court reporter for a deposition in two days. I know it's short notice, and I'm really sorry for that, but is there any way I could get one scheduled?"

The representative responds, "Yeah we can do that, but there will be an additional fee."

Her stomach sinks at the confirmation, now knowing the extra cost is inevitable.

"That's alright!" her words spilling with fake politeness trying to hide the strain in her voice, "What would the cost be and is there anything other than the Notice that you need from us?"

"It's an extra $75 and you can drop the Notice off at the front desk with our scheduler. I'll put you on on our schedule right now, but we need the Notice for our records."

"Of course! I'll be there this afternoon then. Is there any way for me to receive a confirmation sheet for this?"

"Yes, I'll leave it with the scheduler to hand to you. Have a good day."

"Thank you, goodbye," Elaine sighs with a mixture of relief and impending doom. At least she has that on the books but now she needs to at least try and find one that won't charge extra...and tell Simon about her mistake.

She spends the next twenty minutes calling around to other court reporting companies for quotes. Sadly, most of them don't answer before their offices officially open despite their scheduling department starting thirty minutes to an hour beforehand. She's left sitting in her own haze of mounting anxiety with each passing moment. The clock ticks closer to 8:00 a.m., Simon's usual time to arrive. Her chest tightens with dread at the thought.

At some point, she gets up to make coffee just to keep busy. But she can't really remember doing it, her mind so lost in panic, she barely registers the sound of the beeping coffee pot signaling the finished brew. Her thoughts keep circling around her mistake, the potential cost, and the disappointment from Simon she knows she is going to face if she can't find a place that won't cost him more money.

Her eyes shoot to the front door hearing it unlock. Simon arrives right on the hour. Messenger bag on his shoulder and in a navy suit. He quickly says good morning to her, but before she can speak, he glances into his office at the sound of his landline ringing. He glances at the clock on the wall and announces he'll be back in a moment after the call. Mumbling that the call was set for 8:15, not 8 o'clock. Without hesitation he rushes into his office, leaving her to simmer in her anxiety and wait. She watches him walk away, her stomach twisting with guilt and fear. The minutes drag by, each one feeling heavier than the last. When Simon finishes his call twenty-eight minutes later, he heads out of his office to the kitchen, pours himself a cup of coffee, and heads back into his office door left open. He no longer keeps the single brew pot on his desk. Having placed it in storage after hiring her and swapping it for a sizeable six cup pot in the kitchen.

Elaine hesitates, her heart pounding so loudly she fears it might burst out of her chest. She takes a deep breath, then steps into his office, her hands are wringing behind her back and sweating so bad she can feel them become slick as her lotion wears off.

"Uhm, Simon?"

He looks up, surprised, her voice so soft he almost didn't hear her, "what's going on, Elaine?"

She pauses trying to find the right words. Her voice stutters a little as she speaks, "I made a huge mistake regarding the deposition. I accidentally forgot to schedule the court reporter for two days from now. I thought I had everything done, I think I was working on something else and it slipped past me. I called around and was able to book the normal company you usually use, but they're going to charge an additional fee because it's on short notice. I also reached out to some other court reporters, and I'm waiting to hear back from them. I'm so sorry! I thought—I thought I remembered to do this until I realized last night."

Her eyes flick up to his face with a mix of frustration at herself and worry over his reaction. "I just—I hope I haven't created a situation that's hard to fix or costs too much. I, uhm,…I well…" she trails off.

Simon listens quietly, his expression calm and composed. He stands from behind his desk and slowly makes his way over to her. Gently, he places his hands on the side of her shoulders, his tone soft, voice low and reassuring, "Elaine, I'm not mad at you. I'm glad you told me instead of saying nothing and I'm glad that you worked hard to fix it. Most things in our line of work can be fixed, and this is one of those things, which you have already gone through the effort of doing and from what you just told me, has already worked out. You can book with the usual company. I don't mind paying an extra fee for the short notice."

Elaine looks up at him felling the tension in her shoulders ease slightly, but the guilt still lingers.

He gives her a small reassuring squeeze as he turns to sit back down, "be sure you get the Notice to them and when the other companies call you back tell them you were able to book with someone else."

She nods, "I'll go there this afternoon."

"Sounds like a solid plan then," his comforting smile warms her heart, "could you close my door on your way out? I have another call with Mrs. Koch today."

"Of course," Elaine exits his office softly closing the door behind her while Simon dials in Mrs. Koch's number. She takes a massive breath letting it out slow to calm her nerves.

Well, I didn't get fired, screamed at, or called useless like I thought.

The tension she holds eases from her body. Her heart rate finally taking a break. Her hand leaves the door handle as she turns to head back to her desk. She settles in her chair, grabbing the receiver to the landline to start calling back the other companies. She still feels a little shaky, but her mind feels clearer now. Her gaze drifts to the clock on the wall as she dials. There's still plenty of time for her to print off the Notice and get it out the door after lunch. She makes a mental note to double-check everything.

"Okay, I've got this."

For the first time all day, a small smile forms on her lips. She knows she's not perfect and that mistakes happen, but she survived her worst fear since she started working for Simon. His reaction to her making a near catastrophic mistake was far better than she could have imagined, and she feels grateful to be working with someone with such an understanding heart.

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A week has gone by since the chaos of securing the court reporter. Elaine sits at her desk, the hum of her small desk fan filling the surrounding space keeping her cool. As she types away drafting up filings or entering new information in an exhibit index her gaze keeps drifting toward the phone sitting on her desk, silently awaiting its next call.

Her fingers tap anxiously on the polished wood surface, each tap echoing softly in her ears, a nervous rhythm she isn't going to bother trying to control. Every time she looks at the phone her stomach clenches, a familiar flutter of anticipation twisting inside her. She knew it was stupid to get this worked up. Everything was taken care of and the court reporter happily told them the transcript would be ready three days after the deposition took place. But that small seed of doubt still gnaws at her. What if they were missing something? What if she forgot a document they suddenly added to their requirements? What if, what if, what if.

She decides to throw herself into a mountain of other tasks—reviewing Simon's notes, organizing stacks of new documents, and cross-referencing the new information he uncovered from the deposition. Her hands move swiftly almost instinctively, typing, sorting, and organizing like a machine to keep her mind busy.

Thankfully, the deposition went well for them. Her and Simon worked like a seasoned team despite her time there being less than six months now. He acted pleased with the outcome that day. The deponent's testimony had aligned with what he suspected. He praised her handsomely after it was over even though he looked exhausted due to it lasting three more hours than what either of them had anticipated. Still, her recent mistake lingered in her mind which has caused her to quadruple check everything her hands or eyes lay on.

She rubs her temple in a steady motion, her headache slowly starting to ease up after taking a couple Midol. Her eyes flick over to the clock on the wall. It was mid-afternoon now, but the seconds felt so slow, almost exaggerated, each one dragging as if time itself was hesitant to move forward and make that darn phone ring. A soft knock on her desk pulls her from her thoughts. Simon stands there a few notes in hand. His expression is calm with a slight edge of concern she assumes is a reaction to her previous action.

"I'm alright, it 's only a small headache," she answers his question before his mouth can form any words, "what can I help you with?"

He clears his throat, "I've been going over the new details from the deposition. I think we're in a better spot than we were before. Her testimony lines up with some of the evidence I gathered earlier, but there's still more to look into. Can you call the client to confirm the dates she spoke about? I want a better timeline than what I wrote up before. Don't work off of the one I made, make a new one. Your notes are much better than mine."

"Will do, and the transcript should be ready for pick up today or tomorrow."

<p>"Great, then let's shoot to get this done by Thursday if we get the final transcript in the next couple of days."

Simon turns around after leaving his notes with her. She starts leafing through the stapled packet but looks up when she hears him abruptly turn back around. His hand pointing in the air upon remembering something else to tell her.

"Oh, uh, right! Can you also schedule a time for me to talk with the client to go over everything that happened in the depo so we're all on the same page?"

She nods at him.

"Thank you Elaine! You're the best!"

He heads back into his office while she writes a few notes for the call she is about to make. She glances at his office door, a smile blooming on her face at his praise.

As she dials the client's number she suddenly remembers that they are, like her, at work. Instead of finishing she hangs up the receiver and writes on a purple sticky note to call them in a few hours.

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KISS KISS KISS-💋

Cody Rhodes x Solange

Summary: Can you handle the heat when two entirely different worlds collide in the dark, or will the power dynamic completely consume you? They say some connections are written in the stars, while others are caught under the heavy crimson glow of exclusive nightclub lights. Solange, an international high-fashion icon used to ruling the runways and protecting her pristine image, wasn’t prepared for the gravitational pull of Cody Rhodes. He isn’t just the WWE champion; he moves with a quiet, cold, and undisputed Mafia authority that commands every room he steps into. What starts as a slow, possessive gaze across a VIP lounge quickly turns into a high-stakes game of pursuit backstage in the concrete corridors. Between her elite fashion world, his hyper and chaotic inner circle, and an undeniable chemistry that feels both dangerous and completely inevitable, they are forced to confront a heavy question: Is this just a thrilling game of power, or have they stumbled into a love that will redefine both of their empires?

This fanfic is 18+ No minors allowed!

• Warnings: Smut, explicit scenes, intense chemistry, power dynamics, emotional turbulence.

⚠️ Note: Please be aware there will be smut in some chapters, so keep an eye out for the "⚠️" symbol!

🎧 Inspiration: Inspired by the late-night, heavy melodic trap vibes of Royal44 and NOWIMYOUNG. Highly recommended to listen along while reading to catch the vibe! 🎧

Disclaimer & House Rules:

The only thing I own is my original character (Solange) and the made-up narratives. I am asking nicely once—please do not steal my stories, my plots, or my face claims as your own. I will get disrespectful about it. No shade, but all respect!

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C.2 💋

The heavy, metallic door at the end of the corridor clicked shut, the sound echoing flatly against the cold cinderblock walls. Cody was gone. But his presence—thick, magnetic, and heavy with the scent of high-end sandalwood, black pepper, and leather—lingered in the damp draft of the arena’s backstage wing.

Solange stood entirely frozen. Her back was still pressed against the rough, cold concrete of the wall, but her body felt like it was burning from the inside out. Her breath came in shallow, uneven intervals, her chest rising and falling beneath her white baby tee. Slowly, almost as if she were afraid she would break a spell, she lifted her left arm.

There it was.

Written in dark, bold, uncompromising black ink directly over her delicate wrist, tracing right across her racing pulse point, was a ten-digit number. The handwriting was incredibly elegant yet sharp—slanted perfectly, written with the steady, practiced hand of a man who never hesitated in his life.

His private line.

Solange let out a shaky breath, a soft, involuntary gasp slipping past her glossy lips. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, brilliant crimson, the heat radiating all the way down to her neck. In her world—the cutthroat, high-gloss universe of Parisian runways, luxury brand campaigns, and elite fashion weeks—she was the undisputed queen. She was used to men staring. She was used to billionaires offering her yachts, designers begging for her time, and athletes sliding into her DMs with pathetic, rehearsed pickup lines. She knew how to dismantle them with a single, icy look. She knew how to hold the power.

But Cody Rhodes? Cody had completely stripped her of her armor in less than three minutes.

He was just so massive. Standing close to him, she had been hyper-aware of the sheer physical scale of the man—the broadness of his shoulders beneath his fitted athletic gear, the hard line of his chest, the dominant way he leaned into her space without ever actually touching her until he gently took her hand. And those eyes. Those piercing, calculating eyes that seemed to look right through her, taking inventory of her soul and deciding, on the spot, that she belonged to him.

It made her feel incredibly, helplessly shy. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced since she was a teenager. It was infuriating, thrilling, and utterly terrifying.

"Solange!"

The sharp, echoing shout of Naomi’s voice shattered the silence of the corridor. Solange gasped, her eyes widening in a sudden panic. Instantly, she yanked her left sleeve down, desperate to cover the bold black markings on her wrist. She frantically rubbed her burning cheeks with her palms, trying to force the blush to recede before her friends saw her.

"Hey! Over here!" Solange called back, her voice cracking slightly on the first syllable. She cursed under her breath, clearing her throat quickly. "In the side hall!"

Naomi and Rhea rounded the corner a second later. Naomi was carrying a sleek wardrobe bag over her shoulder, her eyes darting around the hallway, while Rhea walked with her hands shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket, her sharp gaze scanning the area.

"Girl, what the hell are you doing down here?" Naomi asked, stopping in front of her. She frowned, leaning in closer to examine Solange’s face. "Wait a damn minute. Why are you so red? Sol, you’re literally glowing. Are you having an allergic reaction to the arena air? Is it dusty back here?"

"No! No, I’m fine," Solange said quickly, her voice a little too high, a little too breathless. She adjusted her designer sunglasses, pulling them down over her eyes to hide her gaze, but it did nothing to conceal the brilliant blush covering her face. "I just... I walked a bit too fast. It’s hot back here."

Rhea didn't say a word. She just stood there, her head tilted slightly, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across her lips. Her dark eyes dropped down to Solange’s left hand, which was currently clutching the cuff of her sleeve so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

"Is that right?" Rhea asked, her voice a low, amused drawl. "You walked too fast? In a straight corridor?"

"Yes," Solange insisted, her heart hammering against her ribs. "I got turned around. Let’s just go back to the car."

"Solange," Rhea said, stepping forward. In one lightning-fast motion, she reached out and grabbed Solange's left hand.

"Rhea, don't—"

It was too late. Rhea easily pried Solange's fingers away and yanked her sleeve back. The bold, fresh black ink was fully on display, the numbers practically screaming against Solange's skin.

Naomi’s jaw dropped so low it looked like it might hit the concrete floor. She let out a screech so loud and high-pitched that two production crew members pushing a heavy metal crate at the end of the main hallway stopped dead in their tracks to stare.

"Shut the fuck up, Naomi!" Solange whispered fiercely, her face burning hotter as she desperately tried to pull her hand back, but Rhea held fast, examining the handwriting with an expert eye.

"Oh my fucking god!" Naomi squealed, clamping both hands over her mouth, her eyes practically popping out of her head. "No he did not! No the fuck he did not! Solange! Is that... is that a phone number? On your damn wrist?!"

"It's nothing," Solange pleaded, her shyness completely taking over. She felt like a high school girl caught hiding a love note. "We just... we bumped into each other. He was just being polite."

"Polite?!" Naomi gasped, grabbing Rhea's arm and shaking it violently. "Rhea, look at this! He didn't just give her his number, he branded her! He wrote directly on her skin! With a sharpie! The champion is a savage!"

"It’s a pilot pen, actually," Rhea corrected smoothly, a massive, knowing grin on her face as she finally released Solange’s wrist. "And that is not the handwriting of a polite man, Sol. That is the handwriting of a man who wanted to make sure his mark was on you. Look at you. You’re shaking."

"I am not shaking!" Solange lied, quickly pulling her sleeve back down and crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "I’m just... cold. The draft in here is freezing."

"Right. You're cold, but your face is literally the color of a cherry," Rhea teased, nudging Solange’s shoulder with her elbow. "I’ve seen you reject billionaire fashion CEOs without even looking up from your phone. But Cody Rhodes writes some numbers on your arm, and you completely lose your mind?"

"He's just... he’s very intense," Solange murmured, looking down at her vintage sneakers, her voice dropping to a shy, quiet whisper. "He didn't even ask for my name. He already knew it."

"Of course he knew it, you're a global icon," Naomi hyped, grabbing Solange’s shoulders and shaking her. "But more importantly... he wants you, Sol! The undisputed boss of this whole damn company wants you. Now, come the fuck on, let’s get to the car before I start screaming again. We have a whole strategy to plan."

Solange let her friends drag her down the hallway, her head spinning. As they walked back to the security checkpoint, she kept her hand tucked securely in her pocket, her thumb slowly, gently tracing the raised texture of the ink on her wrist.

While Rhea, Naomi, and a highly flustered Solange walked back to the parking garage, a completely secret, highly classified digital operation was being launched in the shadows.

The moment the girls stepped out of the arena doors, and the moment Jimmy and Jey Uso made it back to their private locker room, a brand-new group chat was created. It was an alliance that neither Cody nor Solange knew existed—a secret syndicate of friends determined to play matchmaker, whether the two main players liked it or not.

Operation Sody!

Members: Naomi💛, Rhea 🖤, Jey 🩸, Jimmy 🧸, Punk 🎀

| Jimmy 🧸: YO!!! Uces! Ladies! Did y'all see that shit in the hallway or am I fucking hallucinating?! Cody had her pinned to the concrete with nothing but his damn eyes! I thought the champ was gonna demand a private room right there in the production wing! 😂💀

| Naomi 💛: I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING IN THE PASSENGER SEAT RIGHT NOW!!! Girls, she came back to us looking like she just saw a damn ghost but her face was redder than a fire engine! She’s clutching her sleeve like she’s hiding a stolen diamond!

| Jey 🩸: On god, I ain't never seen Cody look at a woman like that. The man is usually cold as absolute ice backstage. If some network executive or wrestler steps out of line, Cody looks at them like he's gonna have them quietly removed from the building. But he was looking at Solange like she was the only damn thing in the room.

| Punk 🎀: It’s embarrassing, honestly. The great American Nightmare, the untouchable boss, completely reduced to a high school boy writing notes on a girl’s hand. He’s been in his private office for ten minutes staring at his blank phone screen. Someone needs to push him off the ledge before he starts pacing.

| Rhea 🖤: Solange is incredibly proud, guys. And right now, she’s so shy she can barely look at her own wrist. She’s staring out the window of my car right now like she’s in a tragic romance movie. If we leave it up to her, she’ll wait three days to text him just to prove a point.

| Naomi 💛: Exactly! She’s trying to play it cool but she is completely whipped already. We need to coordinate this. Jimmy, Jey—you guys need to keep hyping him up. Make him impatient. Don't let him play the calm, collected boss. Break his composure!

| Jimmy 🧸: Oh, you already know we on that! We walked into his office and I told him he looked like a straight-up gangster writing on her wrist like that. He told me to shut the fuck up and go check the gate numbers, but I saw him smiling. He’s stressed! He wants that text BAD! 😂

| Punk 🎀: I'll handle the scheduling side. If she does text him, I’ll make sure his calendar is miraculously cleared of any corporate bullshit. I’d rather deal with a distracted Cody than a moody, waiting Cody.

| Rhea 🖤: Perfect. Operation: Crimson Union is officially active. Nobody say a word to either of them. Let them think they’re playing a highly sophisticated game of cat and mouse, while we pull the strings from the back.

| Jey 🩸: Yeet! Let's get it! 🙌🔥

Inside Rhea’s SUV, the silence was thick, but the digital airwaves were absolutely buzzing. Solange sat in the back, her cheek pressed against the cool glass of the window, pretending to watch the Atlanta skyline pass by. But in her lap, her phone was vibrating relentlessly.

My girls ♥️

| Nao💚: [Shared a contact file: 'Cody Rhodes 🫦'] Just in case you "accidentally" wash your wrist with heavy-duty soap, sweetie. I know your brain is currently fried.

| Solange ❣️: I am literally sitting right behind you, Naomi. I can hear you giggling. Stop texting me this.

| Rhea 🖤: She’s deflecting. Sol, for real. Are you going to text him or are you going to let that gorgeous, terrifying man think he scared you off?

| Solange ❣️: He didn't scare me. I'm just... thinking. It feels so cliché. "Hey, it's the girl from the hallway." I am an international model, I don't chase men. Especially not men who write on me like I’m a piece of scrap paper.

| Nao💚: Scrap paper?! Bitch, he wrote on your PULSE POINT. He basically put his signature on your heart rate! If a man with a bespoke charcoal suit and a neck tattoo did that to me, I’d already be planning the wedding colors!

| Rhea 🖤: She’s not lying, Sol. The energy he was giving off was pure power. He didn’t ask for your permission, he just took your hand and made his move. It’s hot. But now, you have to play the counter. If you don't text him, you’re letting him hold all the cards.

| Solange ❣️: I don't want to hold cards, I just don't want to look desperate.

| Nao💚: Desperate?? You look like a whole damn goddess! He’s probably in his locker room sweating through his expensive knit shirt waiting for a notification. Just send a simple text. A dot. A single letter. Anything!

| Solange ❣️: I'm not sending him a dot. I'm going to take a long shower, do my skincare routine, and ignore him for at least a few hours.

| Rhea 🖤: Sure you are. That’s why you’ve been looking at your wrist every thirty seconds since we left the loading dock. 😉

| Solange ❣️: I hate you both. Truly.

Part IV: The Boys’ Chat (The Round Table)

Back at the State Farm Arena, inside the private, heavily secured executive locker room reserved for the champion, the atmosphere was thick with masculine energy and unfiltered banter. Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Cody, and CM Punk were lounging on the leather sofas, a private fridge stocked with premium drinks behind them.

Cody sat in the center leather chair, his long legs crossed, a glass of bourbon resting on the armrest. He looked entirely relaxed, but his fingers were typing a slow, rhythmic pattern against the back of his phone.

The silence of the room was broken by the sharp, aggressive chime of the group chat.

Day 1🩸🍻

| Jon🩸: Yo, champ. You staring at that black screen so hard I think you’re trying to manifest a text with your mind. It’s pathetic, uce. Truly.

| Jey 🔑: On god! Just call her, uce! Oh wait... you didn't get her actual digits because you wanted to play the smooth, untouchable don in the hallway! How’s that working out for you? 😂💀

| Cody: I don't need to call her. She’ll text. It’s a negotiation, boys. Patience is key.

| Punk 🍻: A negotiation? Cody, she’s a high-fashion supermodel who spends her time in Paris and Milan surrounded by European aristocracy and billionaires who own half of luxury fashion. You think some ink on her wrist is going to make her drop her pride? She’s probably laughing about it with Ripley right now.

| Cody: She wasn't laughing in the hallway, Punk. She was shy. And she’s different. She didn't look at the championship belt, and she didn't care about the suit. She felt the weight of the room. She’ll text.

| Jimmy 🩸: Oh, she felt the weight alright! She looked like she was about to pass out from the sheer testosterone! But for real, champ, if she don't text by midnight, we pulling up to her penthouse in the Escalade. We ain't letting you pine like a teenager.

Cody: Touch my car, Jimmy, and I’ll have security bar you from the building tomorrow.

| Jey 🔑: Ooooooh, the boss is getting sensitive! 😂💀 He’s whipped!

| Cody: Focus on the show tonight. I want the opening segment executed perfectly. No mistakes.

| Punk 🍻: Sure, boss. We’ll focus on the show while you focus on your lock screen. 🙄

Once Solange arrived back at her penthouse, she immediately went to work stripping away the day. She took a long, steaming shower, letting the hot water cascade over her curls. She deliberately avoided scrubbing her left wrist too hard, watching the black ink fade slightly but remain entirely readable under the water.

After wrapping herself in a luxurious, oversized white silk robe, she sat down at her marble vanity to begin her skincare routine. She applied her serums, but her eyes kept drifting back to her reflection—and then to her phone.

"Okay, if I'm going to play this game, I'm playing to win," she whispered to herself, a spark of her usual confidence returning.

She walked out onto her expansive balcony, which overlooked the gorgeous Atlanta skyline. The late afternoon sun was beginning to set, casting a stunning, warm golden-hour glow over the high-rises. Solange leaned against the concrete railing, holding her iced matcha latte. She took a photo.

It was a masterclass in subtlety. The focus of the photo was the breathtaking sunset over the city, but in the foreground, her left hand was casually draped over the edge of the stone. Her silk robe's sleeve was pulled back just enough to reveal the faint, elegant scribble of black numbers on her inner wrist. It was highly teasing—only someone looking closely would notice the fresh ink.

Within seconds of uploading it to her Instagram Story, her phone began to explode.

Solange's Instagram Story

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@trinity_fatu: OH SHE IS PLAYING WITH FIRE!!! SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!!! 😏😏

@rhea_ripley: A masterclass in teasing. I know exactly whose pen that is. 😉🖤

@user_fashiondaily: Wait, is that a phone number on Solange’s wrist?! Who wrote on her?! Zoom in!

@wwe_fans: Yo... Cody Rhodes uses that exact brand of black pilot pens. I’m just saying... 👀👀👀

Across town, inside his private office at the arena, Cody was reviewing the script for the evening's broadcast when his phone buzzed with a notification. He tapped on his screen, and his eyes instantly darkened with absolute amusement and intense, possessive satisfaction.

He zoomed in on the photo, his thumb tracing the image of her wrist. He could see his own handwriting on her soft skin, glowing under the golden hour light.

"Beautiful," he muttered, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his throat.

He stood up, walking over to the full-length mirror in his office. He adjusted his dark tie, smoothing down the lapels of his bespoke black suit jacket. He took a photo of his reflection—not a smiling selfie, but a cold, dominant shot. He was looking back over his shoulder, his face half-shadowed, the bold American Nightmare neck tattoo sharp and imposing against his collar. The background showed the sterile, concrete environment of the arena's executive wing. He posted it to his story without a single caption.

Letting the silence do the talking was his specialty.

Cody Rhodes' Instagram Story

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@So.lange: 🤫

@jimmyuso: Cody ass looking like he’s about to order a hit on someone! Sheesh, save some style for the rest of us💔

@jeyuso: The boss man don’t play! Yo style ass btw uce 🫩

@cmpunk: Stop staring at your reflection and get to the gorilla position. The show starts in twenty.

Cody's heart actually skipped a beat when he saw the notification chime. Solange had replied. Just a single, teasing emoji—the shushing face.

The game of cat and mouse was officially over. It was time to close the trap.

He tapped directly into her DMs, his fingers moving with absolute, commanding certainty.

@CodyRhodes -> @So.Lange

| Cody♥️: I see my handwriting suits you. Though, to be fair, it looks a lot better up close.

| Solange💕: Bold of you to assume those are your numbers, Mr.Rhodes. Maybe I let someone else write on me. 😉

| Cody♥️: Don't lie to me, Solange. I’d recognize my own penmanship anywhere. And more importantly, I’d recognize that wrist. You’re playing hard to get, and while I respect the pride, I’m an incredibly impatient man.

| Solange💕: Is that a threat, Cody?

| Cody♥️: A promise. I have a private black Escalade waiting outside your penthouse lobby in exactly one hour. The driver has instructions. He’s taking you to a private dining spot downtown. No cameras. No crowd. No distractions. Just us.

| Solange💕: ...I haven't even said yes.

| Cody♥️: You will. Don't keep me waiting, Solange. I don't like being stood up.

| Solange💕: I'll think about it.

| Cody♥️: Don't think too hard. You might ruin the surprise. See you in an hour.

Solange stared at her phone screen, her breath hitching in her throat. She let out a soft, nervous laugh, throwing her head back against her vanity chair.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her heart racing. "He is absolutely insane."

Within three minutes of the DM exchange, Solange's penthouse door was practically kicked open. Naomi and Rhea burst in, both of them holding garment bags, makeup cases, and a level of chaotic energy that belonged in a stadium.

"He sent a car?!" Naomi screamed before she even reached the living room. "Tell me you did not just tell us he sent a private Escalade!"

"How did you even know that?!" Solange gasped, standing up from her vanity.

"Jimmy texted Jey, Jey texted me, and I texted Rhea!" Naomi yelled, throwing her hands in the air. "The boys' locker room is literally in a state of emergency right now because Cody ordered his private security detail to escort you! You are going on a date with the Don, Sol! Get your ass in the chair!"

"I said I was thinking about it!" Solange protested, though she was already walking toward her massive walk-in closet. "I haven't decided if I’m going."

"Oh, you are going," Rhea said, leaning against the closet doorframe with a cool, authority-filled smirk. "Because if you don't step into that car, Cody Rhodes will probably have his driver wait there all night. And let's be honest... you want to go. You're just terrified because he actually has the balls to command your attention."

Solange paused, holding a designer silk slip dress in her hands. She looked at Rhea, her eyes softening into a shy, vulnerable expression. "He’s just... he’s so intense, Rhea. I'm used to being in control. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm completely out of my depth."

"That’s because he’s a real man, Sol," Rhea said gently, her voice softening as she walked over and placed a reassuring hand on Solange’s shoulder. "He’s not some fashion boy trying to impress you with a free handbag. He’s powerful, he’s dangerous, and he respects himself enough to go after what he wants. But don't forget who you are. You’re Solange Olandria. You rule the runway. Now go put on something that makes him remember exactly why he had to write his number on your skin."

Solange smiled, a surge of adrenaline washing away her anxiety. "Okay. Let's do this."

For the next forty-five minutes, the penthouse was a blur of high-fashion preparation. Naomi handled the makeup, creating a flawless, sultry "no-makeup" look that highlighted Solange's high cheekbones and striking dark eyes, leaving her lips glossy and plump. Rhea helped her style her voluminous dark curls, letting them cascade wild and free over her shoulders.

Finally, Solange stepped out of her closet.

She wore a breathtaking, minimalist black knit midi-dress that clung to every curve of her frame like a second skin. It featured a high neckline but was entirely backless, exposing the smooth, elegant expanse of her back. She paired it with simple, high-end black leather mules and delicate gold jewelry. She looked expensive, sophisticated, and entirely untouchable.

"Oh my god," Naomi whispered, tearing up slightly. "You look like a Mafia queen. Cody is going to lose his mind."

"He won't know what hit him," Rhea agreed, checking her watch. "The car is downstairs. Go get him, Sol."

Solange took a deep breath, grabbing her designer clutch. She looked at her left wrist one last time. The ink was still there, a dark promise of what was to come.

"I'll see you guys later," she said, her heart fluttering.

"Text us the second you get in the car!" Naomi yelled as Solange walked out the door.

The ride downtown in the sleek, blacked-out Escalade was completely silent. The driver, a large man in a sharp black suit who introduced himself as Wayne, drove with absolute precision. He didn't speak, keeping his eyes on the road, but the professional, secure atmosphere of the vehicle only added to the heavy, elite feeling of the evening.

Solange stared out the window, her fingers tightly clasping her clutch. The shyness was creeping back, making her stomach flip with every block they got closer to the destination.

Finally, the SUV pulled down a quiet, cobblestone alleyway in the heart of the historic district. It stopped in front of a heavy, unmarked iron door illuminated by a single, vintage gas lamp. The area looked completely deserted, tucked away from the bustling city lights and paparazzi.

Wayne stepped out, opening the door for Solange with a respectful bow of his head. "After you, Miss Baxter. He’s waiting inside."

Solange stepped out into the cool night air, the cobblestones clicking beneath her heels. She walked up to the heavy iron door, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to push it open.

The door swung open smoothly, revealing a dim, candlelit corridor lined with dark wood and velvet curtains. The faint, seductive sound of classic jazz echoed through the space. At the end of the hall, standing in the doorway of a private dining room, was Cody.

He had changed out of his media clothes. He now wore a deep navy, bespoke velvet blazer over a crisp black button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone to reveal the edge of his bold neck tattoo. His hands were tucked casually into his pockets, his heavy silver rings gleaming in the candlelight. His platinum hair caught the soft glow of the room, making him look incredibly handsome and entirely dominant.

As Solange stepped into the light, Cody’s eyes locked onto her.

He froze for a fraction of a second, his breath visibly catching in his throat. His gaze swept slowly, possessively down her stunning black dress, tracing the elegant curve of her neck, the bare skin of her shoulders, and the soft curls framing her face. The cold, untouchable expression he usually held backstage instantly melted into a look of pure, unadulterated admiration.

Solange stopped a few feet away, her heart hammering so hard she was sure he could hear it in the quiet room. She looked up at him through her lashes, her shyness returning in full force as a soft, warm blush crept up her cheeks.

"You didn't keep me waiting," Cody murmured, his voice dropping into that low, melodic Southern drawl. He stepped closer, his warm, expensive scent instantly enveloping her. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the side of her face, tucking a loose dark curl behind her ear. His touch was incredibly warm, sending a violent shiver of electricity straight down her spine. "You look absolutely breathtaking, Solange."

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft jazz music. She looked down for a second, her lashes casting long shadows on her cheeks. "You... you don't look too bad yourself, Mr.Rhodes."

Cody let out a rich, quiet chuckle, his thumb gently brushing against her jawline, tilt-raising her head so she had no choice but to lock eyes with him.

"Don't be shy with me, Sol," he whispered, his eyes dark, intense, and completely intoxicating. "We’re past the point of hiding. Come on inside. Let’s have that conversation."

Kiss Kiss Kiss ‘💋

a/n: Cody really gon get what he want by any means 😭😭

chapter 3💋

prev.💋

[yyaktayak]

KISS KISS KISS-💋

Cody Rhodes x Solange

Summary: Can you handle the heat when two entirely different worlds collide in the dark, or will the power dynamic completely consume you? They say some connections are written in the stars, while others are caught under the heavy crimson glow of exclusive nightclub lights. Solange, an international high-fashion icon used to ruling the runways and protecting her pristine image, wasn't prepared for the gravitational pull of Cody Rhodes. He isn't just the WWE champion; he moves with a quiet, cold, and undisputed Mafia authority that commands every room he steps into. What starts as a slow, possessive gaze across a VIP lounge quickly turns into a high-stakes game of pursuit backstage in the concrete corridors. Between her elite fashion world, his hyper and chaotic inner circle, and an undeniable chemistry that feels both dangerous and completely inevitable, they are forced to confront a heavy question: Is this just a thrilling game of power, or have they stumbled into a love that will redefine both of their empires?

This fanfic is 18+ No minors allowed!

• Warnings: Smut, explicit scenes, intense chemistry, power dynamics, emotional turbulence.

⚠️ Note: Please be aware there will be smut in some chapters, so keep an eye out for the "⚠️" symbol!

🎧 Inspiration: Inspired by the late-night, heavy melodic trap vibes of Royal44 and NOWIMYOUNG. Highly recommended to listen along while reading to catch the vibe! 🎧

Disclaimer & House Rules:

The only thing I own is my original character (Solange) and the made-up narratives. I am asking nicely once—please do not steal my stories, my plots, or my face claims as your own. I will get disrespectful about it. No shade, but all respect!

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C.1💋

Los Angeles, California

The bass inside Avenue did not just fill the room; it commanded it. The heavy, melodic trap rhythm of Royal44 and NOWIMYOUNG pulsed through the dark, cavernous space, a late-night anthem setting a slow, hypnotic tempo for the exclusive crowd. Deep crimson spotlights sliced through the smoky air, casting long, dramatic shadows over the velvet booths and marble bars. It felt less like a standard nightclub and more like an underground empire where only the elite were granted entry.

Inside the premier VIP section, Solange sat back against the dark leather cushions, looking every bit the international high-fashion icon she was. She wore a liquid obsidian silk dress that clung perfectly to her frame, her long, voluminous dark curls cascading over her bare shoulders. She held a crystal flute of champagne, her glossy lips catching the red strobe lights every time she took a slow, deliberate sip.

To her left, Naomi was a shimmering vision, her gold dress catching the light as she bounced to the heavy beat, completely matching the club's electric energy. "I’m telling you, Sol, this is exactly what you needed!" Naomi shouted over the music, raising her glass to bump against

Solange’s. "No cameras, no demanding designers, just the three of us turning heads."

"And a strictly enforced VIP list," Rhea added with a dry, confident smirk, leaning against the railing in her signature cropped black leather jacket. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd like a hawk guarding its territory, ensuring no one dared step across the invisible line separating them from the rest of the venue. "Which means we actually get some peace tonight."

Solange laughed, the exhausting weight of her twelve-hour runway shoot finally melting away under her best friends' relentless energy. "You guys are right. I was ready to crash, but this vibe is actually perfect."

Across the sprawling VIP deck, tucked into the club's most coveted corner booth, a completely different kind of court was being held. The atmosphere around that table didn't feel like a standard party—it felt like a syndicate holding a private meeting, a quiet bubble of absolute authority in the middle of a chaotic room.

Cody Rhodes sat dead center in the booth, exuding a quiet, cold, and undisputed command. He wore an impeccably sharp, bespoke charcoal double-breasted suit with a silk tie, looking completely out of place in a nightclub yet entirely owning the space. A luxury watch gleamed on his wrist, and heavy silver rings adorned his fingers. The crisp, stark white of his collar pointed sharply against his neck, framing the bold American Nightmare tattoo that peeked out—a rugged, dangerous trademark that looked less like rock-and-roll and more like the permanent marking of an untouchable leader. His platinum-blonde hair caught the crimson light, making him practically glow against the surrounding shadows.

But while Cody was the calm, chilling center of the storm, his inner circle was pure, unfiltered chaos.

"I'm telling you, he didn't see it coming! Boom! Out of nowhere!" Jimmy Uso shouted, completely hyper, throwing his arms in the air and nearly splashing his drink onto the leather seats. He jumped up slightly, bumping shoulders with his twin brother, Jey. "Tell him, Jey! We tore the roof off that stadium tonight, uce!"

"Man, we didn't just tear it off, we blew it into the next state!" Jey hyped right back, matching his brother's exploding energy, slapping the table with a wide, triumphant grin. He leaned over to Cody, pointing a finger. "Look at the champ over here, though! Sitting back like a movie villain in a three-piece. You gotta celebrate, Cody! Put the glass up, uce!"

Across from them, CM Punk sat back with a cold glass of Pepsi, his heavily tattooed arms resting on the velvet cushions. He rolled his eyes with a dry, quiet chuckle, though a fond smirk played on his lips. "Good luck getting them to calm down, Cody. They've been running on pure adrenaline since the three-count. I'm just surprised Jimmy haven't tried to DJ yet."

"Hey, don't give me ideas, Punk!" Jimmy yelled back, laughing hysterically.

Cody didn’t say a word initially. He slowly swirled the dark liquid in his glass, his expression calm, calculated, and entirely unbothered by the loud, hyper energy of his boys. He loved their fire—it was the passion that protected their circle. Finally, his lips twitched into a slow, relaxed smile, his piercing eyes remaining sharp as he looked up. "Let them run their mouths, Punk. They earned it tonight. Just make sure the loading crew has the trucks secure for tomorrow's city."

"Already handled," Jey said, still nodding his head to the heavy bass line of the music. "We got eyes on everything, always."

Suddenly, Jimmy stopped bouncing, his jaw dropping slightly as his eyes locked onto the main VIP entrance. He tapped Jey's shoulder aggressively. "Yo, uce. Look. Stop talking, look right now."

Cody, naturally perceptive, followed Jimmy’s gaze across the room.

Three women had just walked onto the VIP platform, escorted personally by the club’s head of security. But Cody’s eyes completely bypassed Naomi and Rhea, locking instantly onto the woman in the center.

Solange.

She walked with a slow, hypnotic grace that made the chaotic club around her seem to fade into a complete blur. Her dark curls bounced gently with every step, and the crimson lights traced the elegant contours of her face and the smooth silk of her liquid obsidian dress.

As if feeling the sudden, intense weight of someone’s commanding gaze, Solange paused. She slowly turned her head, her eyes sweeping past the crowd until they landed directly on Cody.

For a long, suspended moment, the thumping bass of the music seemed to quiet. Across the crimson-lit room, through the haze of smoke and luxury, their eyes locked. Cody didn’t look away. His gaze was heavy, slow, and instantly possessive. A slow, devastatingly confident smile spread across his face—a silent, calm declaration that he had already chosen her. Keeping his eyes locked onto hers, he slowly raised his glass in a dark, elegant toast, and gave her a smooth, deliberate wink.

Solange’s breath caught in her throat. A sudden, electric jolt shot straight down her spine. She kept her composure, but the faint, warm blush rising to her cheeks was undeniable. She offered a tiny, mysterious tilt of her lips before turning back to Naomi and Rhea, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"Oh my god," Naomi whispered, grabbing Solange’s arm tightly. "Did he just wink at you? Sol! Tell me you saw that!"

"I saw it," Solange murmured, taking a quick sip of her champagne to cool the sudden heat in her throat.

"He's dangerous, Sol," Rhea noted, her eyes narrowing slightly as she analyzed Cody’s booth from afar. "Look at how people move around him. That's not just an athlete. That man runs things like a don."

"I know," Solange smiled, intentionally keeping her back to his booth for the rest of the night. But even as they danced and laughed into the early hours of the morning, she could still feel the lingering phantom of that heavy, platinum-haired gaze and that commanding Mafia aura.

When Solange finally made it back to her penthouse, the adrenaline from the club was still buzzing beneath her skin. She kicked off her heels, letting them drop carelessly onto the hardwood floor, and unzipped her liquid obsidian dress. The silence of her apartment was a stark contrast to the thumping bass of Avenue, but her mind was anything but quiet.

Plugging her phone into the charger on her nightstand, the screen immediately lit up with notifications. A smile tugged at her lips as she opened the group chat.

My girls♥️

| Nao💚: okay but can we talk about how the entire VIP section went completely silent when we walked in??? 💅💅💅

| Rhea 🖤: They knew better than to crowd the space. Security was on point tonight.

| Nao💚: NO RHEA IM NOT TALKING ABOUT SECURITY. I’m talking about THE MAN.

| Nao 💚: Solange please tell me you are not sleeping because I know your heart was beating out of your chest when Cody Rhodes looked at you like he owned the air you breathe!!!

| Sol❣️: I’m awake lol. And it was just a glance, Naomi. He was probably just looking at the dress.

| Rhea 🖤: Please. I know a syndicate gaze when I see one. That man wasn't looking at the fabric, Sol. He was taking inventory. He looked like he was deciding exactly how to acquire you.

| Nao💚: YESSSS!! The wink!! The slow glass raise!! I almost fainted for you!

| Sol ❣️: He’s definitely confident, I’ll give him that. But I’m not easily acquired.

| Rhea 🖤: Good. Make him work for it if he tries anything. But don't deny the chemistry, it was heavy in there.

| Nao 💚: speaking of... did you post the photos from tonight yet?? The world needs to see the look.

| Sol ❣️: Just about to. Goodnight girls, see you tomorrow morning x

Solange opened her gallery, scrolling through the candid shots Naomi had snapped before they left the apartment and the one Rhea took inside the dark crimson lighting of the VIP lounge. She selected the best one—a shot of her looking over her bare shoulder, the dark curls cascading perfectly down her back, the deep red lighting framing her silhouette like a vintage Italian film.

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@trinityfatu: THATS MY BEST FRIENDDD!!! 🔥 @rhea_ripley: Untouchable. 🖤

@user_glame: Oh she looks expensive. The lighting is everything!

@wrestling_updates: Wait... wasn't Cody Rhodes and the Usos at Avenue tonight too?? Look at the lighting 👀👀👀

Solange stared at the last comment for a second, her heart giving a small, unexpected thud. She quickly closed the app, tossing her phone onto the mattress, and climbed into bed. As she closed her eyes, the vivid image of piercing eyes and a perfectly tailored charcoal suit flashed behind her eyelids.

"Absolutely not. Naomi, I am literally still in my pajamas."

Solange groaned, burying her face into a silk pillow as the bright, relentless morning sun poured through the windows of her luxury apartment.

"I don't care about your pajamas!" Naomi shouted, yanking the duvet off Solange’s bed with a triumphant grin. She was already fully dressed, looking bright and energetic. "Get up! Rhea is already downstairs in the car. We are going to the arena."

Solange squinted, shielding her eyes. "The arena? As in... the wrestling arena?"

"Yes! The WWE show is in town tonight, and Rhea and I have full access," Naomi explained, pulling Solange up by her hands. "We’re going to show you around. You’ve spent your entire life in high-fashion studios, Sol. It’s time you see some real power. Now, get dressed!"

An hour later, Solange found herself sitting in the passenger seat of Rhea’s sleek SUV, sipping a massive iced coffee. She had opted for a casual but effortlessly chic look: a pair of oversized designer sunglasses, a cropped white baby tee, and high-waisted cargo pants paired with clean, vintage sneakers. Her voluminous curls were pulled back into a loose, messy claw-clip.

When they pulled up to the arena's loading dock, the sheer scale of the production hit Solange. Massive semi-trucks were lined up, and crew members in black t-shirts were wheeling heavy metal production crates through the giant double doors. But what caught her attention was the security—dozens of guards in sharp black suits, standing post at every entrance.

Rhea flashed her laminate pass at the security checkpoint, and the guard immediately stood up straight, bowing his head respectfully as he waved them through.

Stepping inside the backstage area felt incredibly tense. The concrete corridors were lined with bright fluorescent lights, thick black cables snaking along the floor, and an underlying aura of serious business. Superstars and executives walked past, but everyone seemed to move with a sense of urgency.

"Hey, I need to go grab my locker room key from talent relations really quick," Rhea said, halting near a fork in the hallway. "And Naomi, didn't you say you needed to find the wardrobe department?"

"Oh, right!" Naomi gasped. "Sol, will you be okay right here for like five minutes? Don't move."

"I'll be fine," Solange smiled. "Go do what you need to do."

"We'll be right back," Rhea promised, disappearing down the left corridor with Naomi.

Solange stood alone for a minute, taking a slow sip of her coffee. Deciding to find a slightly quieter spot to wait, she turned down a dimly lit side hallway. The noise of the main corridor quickly faded, replaced by the humming of the building's massive ventilation system.

She walked slowly, looking at the vintage posters of past wrestling legends lining the walls. She was so engrossed in looking at an old black-and-white photo of a championship match that she didn't hear the footsteps rounding the corner. Solange turned to head back—and slammed directly into a solid, unyielding chest.

"Oh!" she gasped, her iced coffee slipping from her grip.

A pair of strong, quick hands shot out, catching her by the forearms to steady her before she could stumble backward. At the same time, the person miraculously caught her falling coffee cup with their other hand, preventing a single drop from spilling onto her white tee.

"Whoa there," a smooth, deeply familiar voice chuckled. "Easy does it."

Solange blinked, looking up from the broad chest clad in a fitted, dark blue athletic zip-up jacket. Her eyes traveled past a strong jawline, up to a familiar, rugged neck tattoo, and finally met a pair of bright, piercing eyes framed by perfectly styled platinum-blonde hair.

It was Cody.

Without the sharp suit, he looked even more imposing—his broad shoulders and powerful frame highlighted by the casual athletic gear—but he still held that absolute, commanding Mafia aura. Cody looked down at her, and the split-second of surprise on his face instantly melted into a warm, utterly delighted grin. He slowly released his grip on her forearms, but he didn't take a step back, keeping them in close, intimate proximity. He handed her coffee back to her with a polite bow of his head.

"I believe this belongs to you," Cody murmured, his voice dropping into that gentle, melodic Southern drawl. "And if I'm not mistaken... you're Solange."

Solange took her coffee, her heart doing a violent flip in her chest. She looked up at him through her dark sunglasses, a slow, teasing smile playing on her glossy lips.

"And you're the champion who likes to stare down strangers in dark clubs," she countered smoothly, her voice cool and playful.

Cody let out a rich, genuine laugh, leaning his shoulder against the concrete wall, looking down at her with an intense, admiring gaze. "Guilty as charged. Though, to be fair, I don't usually look at just anyone like that. Only the women who manage to completely take over my thoughts."

He stepped just an inch closer, the warm, clean scent of his expensive cologne washing over her. He looked down at her, his voice dropping to a low, magnetic whisper that made the empty hallway feel completely electric. "What are you doing wandering around my concrete jungle, Solange? I didn't think this was your usual runway."

"It's not," Solange admitted, gesturing down the empty hallway. "My friends Naomi and Rhea dragged me here. They left me for five minutes, and I managed to get myself lost."

"Lost, huh?" Cody’s smile turned highly mischievous, his dark, commanding aura melting into a smooth, deeply flirtatious charm meant only for her. "Well, in that case... I think it's my duty to make sure you get safely to where you need to go. But first... I think you owe me a conversation. We missed out on one last night."

Solange tilted her head, her curls shifting beautifully over her shoulder. She slowly slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, letting her dark, beautiful eyes lock directly onto his.

"Is that so? And what makes you think I want to talk to you, Cody Rhodes?"

Solange didn't back down. The high-fashion world was full of sharks, executives, and billionaires who thought their status bought them whatever they desired. She knew how to hold her ground, but Cody wasn't just a man with a checkbook. He had an undeniable gravity, a presence that pulled at her senses until it was difficult to remember why she was supposed to be keeping her distance.

"You're very bold, Cody," she said softly, her thumb tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "Does this routine usually work for you? Bumping into women in deserted corridors and demanding their time?"

"It’s not a routine if it's entirely spontaneous," Cody countered, his lips curving into a slow, devastating smile. He crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his jacket tightening against his broad shoulders. "And I rarely have to demand anyone's time. Usually, people are quite eager to speak with me. But with you... I get the feeling I have to earn every single second."

"You do," Solange confirmed, her gaze steady. "I don't give away my attention for free."

Before Cody could respond, a burst of chaotic, booming noise echoed from the far end of the hallway. The heavy, rapid stomps of expensive sneakers hit the concrete floor as Jimmy and Jey Uso literally ran around the corner, entirely hyper and talking at the top of their lungs.

"Yo Cody! You gotta get to the green room right now, uce!" Jimmy yelled, skidding to a halt, his arms flailing as he pointed back down the corridor. "The network suits from the television company are wilding out! They're losing their minds over the broadcast script!"

"Yeah, they're losing it big time!" Jey piped up right behind him, bouncing on his feet, his energy completely filling the quiet hallway. "They won't sign off on the rehearsal until you personally walk in there and lay down the law! You gotta go!"

Cody’s expression shifted instantly. The warm, flirtatious smile vanished, replaced in a split second by a cold, impenetrable mask of absolute authority. He didn't flinch or look flustered by the chaos. He simply turned his head slowly toward the twins, his piercing eyes locking onto them with a quiet sharpness that immediately made Jimmy and Jey dial back their shouting, though they were still bursting with hyper energy.

"Tell them I’ll be there in ten minutes," Cody commanded, his voice perfectly calm but carrying an intense, icy weight that brooked no argument. "And clear this corridor. Nobody enters this wing until I’m finished here."

"Alright, alright, ten minutes! We'll hold the line, uce!" Jimmy nodded quickly, flashing a wild, teasing grin at Solange before Jey grabbed his shoulder to drag him back.

"We're on it! Ten minutes!" Jey repeated excitedly, and the two of them sped back down the hallway just as fast as they had arrived, their voices echoing off the concrete walls.

Solange watched them go, deeply fascinated by the absolute control Cody exercised with just a few softly spoken words over his incredibly hyper inner circle. "They certainly have a lot of energy. But you really do run this place, don't you?"

Cody turned back to her, the cold, intimidating exterior instantly evaporating as he looked down at her. The playful, magnetic charm returned seamlessly. "I run a tight ship, Solange. In my line of work, if you don't take complete control, someone else will take it from you."

He reached into his pocket, his silver rings catching the harsh fluorescent lighting of the hallway. He pulled out a sleek, heavy black pen and stepped closer, his presence enveloping her once more.

"Give me your hand," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding request.

Solange hesitated for a fraction of a second before slowly extending her hand to him. Cody gently took her fingers in his, his grip warm and steady. Instead of shaking it, he flipped her hand over, exposing the smooth skin of her inner wrist. With deliberate slowness, he clicked the pen and began to write a series of numbers directly onto her skin, the cool ink contrasting with the warmth of her body.

Solange watched him, her breath hitching as the tip of the pen traced against her pulse point.

"That's my private line," Cody whispered, clicking the pen shut and sliding it back into his pocket, though he didn't let go of her hand right away. His thumb brushed lightly against her wrist, right over her racing pulse, proving he knew exactly what effect he had on her. "No assistants. No management. Just me. When you're ready to let me take you to dinner, you text me. Deal?"

Solange swallowed hard, pulling her hand back slowly, though her eyes remained locked on his. "And what if I decide to just wash it off?"

Cody chuckled, a rich, dark sound that vibrated through the quiet corridor. He stepped back, giving her a slow, appreciative look from head to toe before offering one last, devastating smile.

"You won't," he said with absolute conviction. "Have a good day, love. I’ll be waiting for that text."

He turned and walked down the hallway with that slow, powerful stride, leaving Solange standing entirely alone against the concrete wall, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she stared down at the black ink dried against her wrist.

A/N : welcome to KISS KISS KISS ! I hope you enjoy ♥️- PSA this is the only story I’ll focus on I will update have you ever soon though !!

chapter 2💋

[uceyliyahh]

sugar talkin'

summary: Treasure knew better than to fall for pretty words. She already had a man at home, even if the relationship been dead for a minute. But when quiet, observant Jimmy Uso starts slipping into her space during late nights out with her girls, she finds herself craving the one thing she swore she wouldn’t fall for again: A man who knows exactly what to say. And sugar talking can only sweeten a bad situation for so long.

fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings: explicit content, oral (m receiving)

word count: 10.k (another lengthy one)

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 Treasure

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again mdni you have been warned.

title inspired by the song “Sugar Talking” by Sabrina Carpenter

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

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Chicago, Illinois - 9:12AM Jimmy’s house.

Morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting a warm glow across Jimmy’s bedroom. Treasure stirred slowly, her body heavy and deliciously sore in the best way. She was completely naked, tangled up in the sheets and in Jimmy’s strong arms.

He was still fast asleep behind her, spooning her tightly. His muscular chest pressed warm and solid against her back, one tattooed arm draped possessively over her waist, hand resting on her soft stomach. His steady breathing tickled the back of her neck, and she could feel the weight of his thick, soft dick nestled against her ass.

Last night played on repeat in her mind.

After all the reassurance in the car and the intense fingering on the bed, Jimmy had spent what felt like hours between her legs. He ate her pussy like a man starved — slow, deep, and relentless. Tongue fucking her, sucking on her clit, moaning into her like she tasted better than anything he’d ever had. He kept talking her through it too…

“That’s it, baby… let go for me.”  

“You never did this with him, did you? Never squirted for that bitch.”

And she hadn’t.

But with Jimmy? She had. For the first time in her life.

The memory made her thighs press together. She remembered the overwhelming pressure, the way her legs shook violently, and then the sudden rush as she squirted all over his tongue and chin. She had cried out so loud she was almost embarrassed. Jimmy had groaned like it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, licking up every drop and making her do it again before they finally collapsed together.

They didn’t even have sex. He just wanted to take care of her. To prove with his mouth how much she belonged to him.

Treasure smiled softly to herself, a warm flutter in her chest. She carefully turned in his arms so she could face him. Jimmy looked so peaceful sleeping — damp curls messy, full lips slightly parted, those tribal tattoos and Cuban link chain resting against his bare chest.

She gently traced one of the tattoos on his shoulder with her fingertip, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Her body was still sensitive. Her pussy still tingled from how hard she came last night. But more than anything, she felt… wanted. Cherished.

She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his collarbone, then another on his jaw, careful not to wake him just yet.

She lay there for a few more moments, savoring the warmth of Jimmy’s body wrapped around hers. His arm was heavy and protective over her waist, his soft breathing steady against the back of her neck. She felt safe. Cherished. Her body still hummed from everything he did to her last night — the way he made her squirt for the first time ever, something Giovanni had never even come close to doing.

But reality started creeping in.

She carefully reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone, unlocking it as quietly as possible. The screen lit up.

9:12 AM.

“Shit…” she whispered under her breath. She had to open the salon at 10:30 today. That didn’t leave her much time to get ready and get across town.

As she was about to set the phone down, the notifications caught her eye. Two unread messages.

Two messages from Gio🥱

Her stomach dropped instantly.

Gio🥱: Treasure please… I’m sorry baby. I never should’ve put my hands on you. I was drunk and stressed. You know I love you. Come home so we can fix this. I miss you. Don’t do this to us. Gio🥱: I’ll do better this time. I swear. You know nobody loves you like I do.

Treasure’s jaw tightened. The familiar manipulation made her skin crawl. The same apologies. The same guilt-tripping. The same “I’ll do better” that never lasted. She could still feel the memory of his hand on her that night — the fear, the humiliation.

She quickly swiped the messages away without replying.

One message from Liv🍬

Liv🍬:  Girl call me when you wake up. I know you been staying with Jimmy but I’m worried about you. Giovanni been blowing up my phone too acting crazy. You okay? Love you.

Treasure let out a quiet sigh, thumb hovering over the screen. She didn’t know how to respond to either of them right now. Not while she was still naked in Jimmy’s bed, still feeling the afterglow of the way he worshipped her last night.

She set the phone back down on the nightstand and turned slightly in Jimmy’s arms, careful not to wake him. He stirred a little, pulling her closer in his sleep, his thick dick twitching against her ass as he buried his face deeper into her neck.

Treasure bit her lip, torn between the peace she felt with him and the mess waiting for her outside this room.

staring at the ceiling as the weight of the day started pressing on her. The salon wasn’t going to open itself, and she couldn’t afford to be late. She gently tried to lift Jimmy’s heavy, tattooed arm from around her waist, sliding her body toward the edge of the bed as slowly and carefully as possible.

But the second she created even an inch of space, Jimmy made a low, sleepy sound in the back of his throat and tightened his arm around her like a vice.

He pulled her right back against his chest, spooning her even closer. His strong forearm locked across her soft stomach, fingers splaying possessively over her skin as he buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck. His thick, morning-hard dick nestled firmly between her ass cheeks, warm and heavy.

“Mmm… where you going?” Jimmy mumbled, voice deep and raspy with sleep, lips brushing against her skin. He didn’t even open his eyes fully — just held her tighter, one leg draping over hers, completely caging her in.

Treasure’s breath hitched. The feeling of his naked body pressed flush against hers — warm skin, hard muscle, that Cuban link chain cool against her back — made her want to melt right back into him. Her pussy still felt sensitive and a little swollen from how hard he made her squirt last night.

“Jimmy…” Treasure whispered softly, trying again to gently lift his arm. “I have to open the salon soon. It’s already after nine.”

He made another grumpy little noise and nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing the spot right below her ear before sucking on it lightly.

“Nah,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep but growing more awake with every second. His hand slid lower, cupping her pussy possessively, two fingers resting against her warm, bare folds. “You ain’t going nowhere yet. Stay.”

Treasure bit her lip hard, fighting the moan that wanted to escape as his fingers slowly rubbed against her. Her legs were still a little shaky from last night, and feeling him hard and pressed up against her ass was making it impossible to focus on leaving.

“Baby, I’m serious,” she breathed, even as her hips twitched slightly against his hand. “I have clients…”

Treasure tried once more to shift out of his hold, but Jimmy wasn’t having it.

He smacked his teeth in that sleepy, irritated way, his voice still thick and raspy from sleep as he pulled her even tighter against his body.

“Them clients can wait,”

His hard dick was fully awake now, thick and heavy, rubbing slowly between her ass cheeks with every small movement he made. The upward curve pressed hot and insistent against her, making her pussy throb even though she was trying to be responsible.

“Jimmy…” 

He groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding up to cup her breast while the other stayed possessively between her thighs.

“I need something from you before you leave,” his voice deep and needy. “I need them pretty lips wrapped around my dick, mama.”

Treasure’s breath caught. The way he said it — all sleepy and hungry — sent a fresh rush of heat straight to her core. She could feel him leaking pre-cum against her ass as he slowly rocked against her, teasing her pussy with the head of his curved cock.

His arm tightened around her waist again, holding her flush against him as he kissed and sucked lightly on her shoulder.

“Just a little bit, baby,” Jimmy coaxed, voice dropping even lower. “Let me feel that mouth before you go run off to work. I been thinking about it since last night… how good you looked with your hand around me yesterday morning. I wanna see them lips stretched around me.”

Treasure bit her lip hard, torn between the clock ticking in her head and the way her body was already responding to him — getting wetter, nipples hard, legs pressing together around his hand.

Her heart raced as Jimmy’s thick, hard dick kept rubbing slowly between her ass cheeks, the curved head occasionally brushing against her wet folds from behind. His sleepy, raspy voice and those dirty words made her stomach flutter with both desire and nerves.

“I… I don’t know how to do that,” Treasure admitted quietly, voice shy and hesitant. “I only tried it once with Giovanni and… it was bad. He said I didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t wanna mess it up with you.”

The insecurity from that memory hit her again — Giovanni getting frustrated, pushing her head away, making her feel inadequate. She froze a little in Jimmy’s arms, even as her pussy throbbed from how hard and warm he felt against her.

he made a low sound in his throat and gently turned her onto her back so he could look at her. His eyes were still heavy with sleep but soft and hungry as he hovered over her, one hand cupping the side of her face.

“Hey… look at me, mama, you ain’t gotta worry about none of that shit with me. That fool didn’t know what the fuck he was doing if he made you feel bad about it.”

He leaned down and kissed her slow and deep, his morning hardness pressing against her thigh as he settled between her legs.

“I’ll guide you,” he murmured against her lips. “You don’t have to know everything. Just use that pretty mouth on me. I already know you gon’ feel good. I been thinking about these lips wrapped around my dick since yesterday.”

Jimmy sat up against the headboard, pulling her gently with him until she was kneeling between his spread thighs. His thick, curved cock stood heavy and proud right in front of her face, veins pulsing, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

He reached down and gently brushed her hair out of her face, looking at her with that intense but patient stare.

“You don’t gotta deepthroat me or nothing crazy,” he said softly, thumb stroking her bottom lip. “Start slow. Kiss it. Lick it. Put it in your mouth when you ready. I’ll tell you what feels good, aight? Just relax… it’s just me and you.”

He gave her a small, encouraging smirk, his hand resting lightly on the back of her head, not pushing — just resting there.

“C’mon, baby. Let me feel them lips. I need it.”

Treasure stared at his dick, nervous but turned on by how patient and gentle he was being. Her small hand wrapped around the base, feeling how hot and heavy he was as she leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting over the tip.

She knelt between Jimmy’s spread thighs. His thick, curved dick stood right in front of her face, heavy and throbbing. She wrapped her small hand around the base, feeling how warm and hard he was. The upward curve still fascinated her.

She leaned in slowly, nervously, and pressed a soft, shy kiss right on the tip. Then another. Her lips lingered there for a second before she flicked her tongue out, tasting the salty pre-cum that had beaded at the head.

Jimmy groaned softly, his hand gently resting on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair but not pushing.

“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep and lust. “Take your time. Fuck… your lips feel good already.”

Encouraged by his words, Treasure opened her mouth a little wider and slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked gently, shyly, only taking the tip into her warm mouth at first. Her tongue swirled awkwardly around him as she tried to figure out what to do.

She bobbed her head slowly, taking a little more of him on each downward motion, but she was clearly nervous — movements hesitant, cheeks hollowing as she sucked softly.

Jimmy let out a low, pleased groan, his abs flexing.

“Shit, mama… just like that. Use your tongue more on the underside… yeah, right there. Good girl.”

His praise made her pussy throb. She got a little bolder, sucking him deeper into her mouth, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t fit yet. Her movements were still slow and shy, but she was trying — lips stretched around his thick girth, eyes flicking up to look at his face for reassurance.

Jimmy’s head tipped back slightly, his hand tightening gently in her hair.

“Fuuuck… you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth. Don’t worry about doing it perfect, baby. Just keep sucking me like that… yeah. You’re doing so good already.”

Treasure moaned softly around him, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth. She was getting wetter between her thighs just from the taste of him and the sounds he was making.

She kept sucking him slowly, her head bobbing with shy, careful movements. She was trying her best, tongue swirling around the head of his thick, curved cock, but she still felt unsure — like she might mess up at any second.

Jimmy noticed.

He let out a low groan and gently tightened his grip in her hair, guiding her head with more purpose.

“Relax your jaw a little more, baby,” Jimmy murmured, voice husky. “Yeah… just like that.”

He started moving her head up and down on his dick with slow, controlled motions, fucking her mouth gently. Not forcing her too deep, but enough that she felt him sliding between her lips with more rhythm. The thick head of his curved cock brushed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth with every gentle thrust.

“Fuuuck… that’s good, mama Look at me while you suck it.”

Treasure looked up at him with wide, watery eyes, her lips stretched around his girth as he guided her. The gentle but firm way he was using her mouth made her pussy drip down her thighs. She moaned softly around him, the vibration pulling another deep groan from Jimmy’s chest.

He kept one hand in her hair, setting a slow, steady pace — sliding her mouth up and down his cock while his hips rocked gently upward to meet her.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” his eyes locked on hers. “This pretty mouth feels even better than I imagined. Just let me use it a little… that’s it. Nice and slow.”

His free hand reached down to caress her cheek, thumb brushing away a little drool at the corner of her mouth as he continued fucking her mouth with gentle, deep strokes.

“Relax your throat when I go deeper, baby. Breathe through your nose. You got this… good girl.”

Treasure whimpered around his dick, her hands resting on his thick thighs as she let him guide her. The mix of his gentle dominance and constant praise was making her head fuzzy with arousal.

Jimmy’s grip in her hair tightened just a little more as his hips started moving with more intent. He pushed her head down further on his thick cock, sliding a little deeper into her warm, wet mouth.

“Fuck… take a little more for me, baby,”  He went deeper. Faster.

Treasure’s eyes widened as the head of his curved dick hit the back of her throat. She gagged instantly — a wet, choking sound escaping around his shaft as her throat constricted. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down his length and onto his balls.

She instinctively tried to pull back, but Jimmy held her there for just a second longer, savoring the tight squeeze of her throat before easing her up slightly.

“Shit— that’s it,” Jimmy moaned, breathing heavier. “Good girl… just like that.”

He didn’t stop though. He kept guiding her head up and down, fucking her mouth a little faster now, pushing just past the point that made her gag every few strokes. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth and throat filled the room as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

“You’re doing so good, mama,”  he thrust a little deeper. “Relax your throat… breathe through your nose. That’s my good girl. Look at me while you choke on it.”

She looked up at him through watery eyes, lips stretched wide around his thick, curving dick as he fucked her mouth. She gagged again — louder this time — when he pushed a little further, but she didn’t pull away completely. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, nails digging into his skin as she tried to take him.

Jimmy groaned deeply, his abs flexing as he watched her struggle so prettily.

“Fuuuck, you look so sexy gagging on my dick,” he rasped, slowing down just enough to let her catch her breath before going a little deeper again. “You’re already better than she ever was… this mouth was made for me.”

He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb, still gently but firmly guiding her head, fucking her warm, sloppy mouth with controlled strokes.

Despite the way her throat tightened and her eyes watered every time Jimmy pushed a little deeper, Treasure didn’t pull away.

She kept going.

Wet, gagging sounds filled the room as she let him guide her head faster, taking more of his thick, curved cock into her mouth. Her throat convulsed around him every few strokes, drool spilling messily down his shaft and dripping onto his balls. Tears slid down her cheeks, but she stayed focused — sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks, trying her best to relax her throat like he told her.

“Fuuuck, baby…” Jimmy groaned deeply, his hand firm in her hair as he fucked her mouth with steady, deeper strokes. “You really not stopping, huh? That’s my good fucking girl.”

He pushed a little further, the head of his dick sliding into her throat again, making her gag hard around him. Her nose pressed against his pelvis for a brief second before he pulled her back just enough to breathe.

“Shit— breathe through your nose, mama,” he coached, voice strained with pleasure. “You’re doing so good. So fucking good. Look at you… taking this dick even when it makes you gag. That’s sexier than anything.”

Treasure whimpered around his length, the vibration pulling another deep moan from him. Her jaw was starting to ache, her throat raw, but the constant praise and the way he looked down at her with pure lust kept her going. She bobbed her head faster on her own now, sucking sloppily, gagging every time he hit the back of her throat but refusing to stop.

Jimmy’s hips started thrusting up gently to meet her mouth, fucking her face with more rhythm.

“You’re already better than she ever was,” his eyes half-lidded as he watched her struggle so eagerly. “This mouth is mine now. You hear me? Mine. Keep going just like that… fuck, I’m not gon’ last long if you keep choking on me like this.”

Treasure looked up at him through teary eyes, lips stretched wide, drool running down her chin as she kept sucking him despite the gagging. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs from how turned on she was by his reactions and filthy praise.

Jimmy’s hand tightened in her hair as his breathing grew ragged.

His grip in her hair grew firmer, his breathing getting heavier and more ragged as he fucked her mouth with deeper, faster strokes.

“Don’t stop, baby,” voice thick and desperate. “Keep going just like that. I’m close… fuck, I’m so close.”

She whimpered around his thick cock but didn’t pull away. Even as her throat spasmed and she gagged loudly every time he pushed into the back of her throat, she kept sucking him — sloppy, wet, and eager. Drool poured down her chin and onto his balls as she bobbed her head, eyes watery but locked on his face.

“That’s it… that’s my good girl,” Jimmy praised through gritted teeth, his abs flexing hard. “Take it. Take all this dick. You’re making me feel so fucking good, mama.”

He started thrusting up into her mouth more urgently, holding her head in place as he used her warm, wet throat. The wet gagging and slurping sounds grew louder and filthier as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck— I’m about to nut mama,” he warned, voice strained. “Don’t pull back. I want it all in that pretty mouth.”

Treasure moaned around him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she kept sucking through the gagging. Her jaw ached, her throat burned, but the way he was falling apart because of her made her so wet she could feel it dripping down her thighs.

Jimmy’s hips stuttered. His hand tightened almost painfully in her hair as he pushed deep one last time.

“Shit— Treasure— fuckkkk—”

He came hard with a deep, guttural groan, thick ropes of hot cum shooting straight down her throat. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her mouth as he kept her head held down, making her take every single drop. She gagged hard around him but swallowed as best she could, some of his cum leaking from the corners of her stretched lips and dripping down her chin.

Jimmy kept groaning her name as he emptied himself completely, hips twitching until he finally started to come down.

He slowly pulled his still-hard dick from her mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting her lips to the tip. Treasure gasped for air, coughing and breathing heavily, her face a messy, teary, drooly wreck.

Jimmy looked down at her with pure lust and affection, gently wiping the mess from her chin with his thumb before pushing it into her mouth for her to suck clean.

“Fuck, baby…” he panted, still catching his breath. “You did so good. So fucking good. Come here.”

He pulled her up into his lap and kissed her deeply, not caring about the mess, tasting himself on her tongue as he held her tight against his chest.

Treasure was still gasping for air when Jimmy pulled her up into his lap, her chest heaving, face messy with tears, drool, and cum. Her throat felt raw and used, her jaw ached, and her eyes were still watery — but the way Jimmy was looking at her made something warm bloom in her chest.

He cradled her face with both hands, thumbs gently wiping away the tears and the mess on her chin. His eyes were soft now, full of pride and affection.

“Come here, baby,” pulling her against his chest and kissing her deeply. He didn’t seem to care at all about the taste of himself on her tongue. The kiss was slow, tender, and full of praise.

“You did so fucking good, mama, I know that was a lot… especially for your first real time doing it like that. You took me so well. I’m so proud of you.” he said.

Treasure buried her face in his neck, still breathing hard, feeling a mix of emotions — shy, proud, overwhelmed, and incredibly turned on. Her pussy was soaked and throbbing from the whole experience. She had actually made him lose control. She had taken all of him despite gagging and struggling.

“I… I gagged a lot,” she whispered shyly against his skin, voice a little hoarse.

Jimmy chuckled softly and rubbed her back in slow circles, holding her tighter.

“And you still kept going, That shit was sexy as hell. You didn’t quit on me. That means more than you know.”

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to her.

“Here, drink this slowly,” Jimmy said gently, helping her take a few sips while still holding her in his lap. His free hand kept stroking her thigh and back, soothing her trembling body.

After she drank, he laid her back down on the bed and grabbed a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom. He carefully wiped her face, her chin, and her chest, cleaning her up with gentle touches. Then he pulled her right back into his arms, skin to skin, letting her rest her head on his chest.

“You okay?” kissing her forehead. “Was I too rough with your throat?”

Treasure shook her head, snuggling closer to him, feeling safe in his arms.

“I’m okay… it was intense,” Treasure admitted quietly, “but I liked it. I liked making you feel good.”

Jimmy smiled and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her again, slow and sweet.

“You made me feel better than good, baby. That mouth is dangerous now,” he teased lightly, then got more serious. “Next time we’ll go slower if you want. Or I can teach you more. Whatever you need. I just want you to feel good doing it.”

He held her close, one hand gently massaging the back of her neck where it was sore, the other resting possessively on her ass.

“Take your time getting ready for the salon; I’ll make you some breakfast while you shower if you want. Or you can stay in bed a little longer… I’ll take care of you.”

Treasure smiled softly against his chest, the insecurity from earlier slowly fading under his gentle aftercare.

By the time Treasure finally dragged herself out of Jimmy’s bed, it was almost 9:45. She took a quick shower while Jimmy made her a quick breakfast — eggs, toast, and fruit. He kept stealing kisses every time she walked past him, still shirtless in just his sweatpants, looking way too good for the morning.

He walked her to the door when she was finally dressed and ready to leave, pulling her into a deep kiss that made her knees weak all over again.

“Don’t work too hard today, mama,” Jimmy murmured against her lips, hands squeezing her ass. “And text me when you get to the salon. I might pull up later.”

Treasure smiled, still feeling the slight ache in her throat and the pleasant soreness between her legs from last night and this morning. She gave him one last kiss before heading out.

✎ᝰ.

Treasure unlocked the doors to her salon right at 10:30, flipping the sign to “Open.” The familiar smell of hair products, shampoo, and the low hum of the AC greeted her as she turned on the lights and prepped her station.

Her first client wasn’t due for another twenty minutes, so she sat in her chair and finally checked her phone properly.

One message from Gio🥱

One message from Liv🍬

Gio🥱: I know you seeing these. Stop playing games Treasure. We need to talk. You really gon’ throw away everything over one mistake?

Liv🍬: Bitch answer me 😭 I’m serious. Giovanni called me crying last night talking about how he’s changed. I told him to fuck off but I need to know you good.

Treasure sighed, rubbing her temples. The high from this morning with Jimmy was starting to clash hard with the mess waiting for her in real life.

She quickly texted Liv back.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: I’m okay. At the salon now. I’ll call you on my break. Promise.

She left Giovanni on read.

Just as she was putting her phone down, it buzzed again.

Jimmy🩶: You make it safe? Don’t let them clients stress you out today. And remember what I said… that mouth is mine now 😏 Miss you already.

A small smile crept across her face despite everything. She bit her lip and started typing a reply when the salon door chimed — her first client walking in.

The salon was buzzing by 11:30. The familiar scent of relaxers, shampoo, and vanilla candles filled the air as Treasure worked on her third client of the day — Mrs. Williams, a regular who loved to talk.

“Girl, you looking a little glowing today,” Mrs. Williams said, eyeing her through the mirror with a knowing smile. “New man got you walking different?”

Treasure nearly dropped the flat iron. She forced a small laugh, carefully curling a section of the older woman’s hair.

“I’m just well-rested, that’s all,” she replied, but her mind immediately drifted back to this morning.

Jimmy’s thick cock sliding between her lips.  

The way he groaned her name while he fucked her throat.  

How he held her afterward, wiping her face and calling her his good girl.

Her pussy clenched at the memory. She could still feel the slight soreness in her jaw and the rawness in her throat. She pressed her thighs together under the styling chair and tried to focus.

The drama didn’t take long to start.

Her 12 o’clock client, Keisha, came storming in twenty minutes late, already on ten.

“Treasure, I need you to fix this mess right now,” Keisha snapped, throwing herself in the chair. “My last stylist gave me these weak-ass highlights and they already brassy. I got a date tonight!”

Treasure kept her tone professional, but inside she was already tired. The next forty minutes were filled with Keisha complaining about everything — the temperature, the music, her baby daddy, and how “these hoes ain’t loyal.”

Treasure’s mind kept wandering back to Jimmy. The way he looked at her when she was gagging on him. How patient he was. How he praised her the entire time. How different it felt from Giovanni’s frustrated sighs and criticism.

Her phone buzzed on her station. It was Liv.

She stepped away during a quick rinse to answer.

“Finally, bitch!” Liv’s voice burst through the speaker. “I’ve been blowing you up. You good?”

Treasure leaned against the back wall, smiling despite herself. “Yeah… I’m good. Just been busy.”

Liv paused, then let out a loud, knowing laugh.

“Mhm. Busy getting that back blown out, huh? I told you so, girl! I told you Jimmy was gon’ have you walking funny. Don’t even try to lie — I can hear it in your voice. You sound dickmatized already.”

Treasure covered her face with her free hand, cheeks burning even though no one was around.

“Liv, stop,” she whispered, laughing quietly. “It’s not even like that… well… okay, it kinda is. But we didn’t even have sex last night. He just… took care of me. Real good.”

Liv squealed. “Bitch, details! Did he eat the soul out you again? I knew that man was a munch from the way he looked at you.”

She bit her lip, glancing toward the front of the salon.

“He did more than that this morning…” she admitted softly. “I gave him head for the first time — like, really tried. I was gagging and everything but he kept praising me the whole time. Made me feel… wanted.”

Liv let out a dramatic gasp. “I told youuuu! Giovanni had you thinking you couldn’t do shit in bed. Jimmy out here healing your throat and your confidence. I love this for you, sis. Just be careful with Gio though. He been on my line acting crazy.”

Treasure’s mood dipped slightly at the mention of Giovanni.

“Yeah… he’s been texting me too. I’m not replying.”

“Good. Leave that dusty ass bum where he at,” Liv said firmly. “Enjoy that fine man that’s actually treating you right. Now go handle them clients before they tear your shop up. Call me later for the real tea!”

Treasure laughed and hung up, feeling a little lighter. She went back to Keisha, who was still complaining, but Treasure’s mind kept drifting to Jimmy’s hands in her hair this morning… and the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

The drama with Keisha finally died down after Treasure finished her hair. She was just about to take a quick breather when Liv texted her again.

Liv🍬: I’m outside. Came to get my nails done real quick and snatch this tea in person 😂

Treasure smiled and told her to come in. A few minutes later, Liv walked through the door looking cute as always, immediately pulling Treasure into a hug at the front desk.

They were standing there chatting and laughing when the salon door chimed again.

Both of them turned at the same time.

Treasure’s stomach dropped like a rock.

Giovanni walked in, looking clean in a fresh outfit, holding a big bouquet of red roses and a box of her favorite chocolates. The entire salon went quiet for a second as heads turned.

Liv’s eyes widened. “Oh hell nah…”

He spotted Treasure immediately and gave her that familiar soft smile — the one he always used when he was trying to reel her back in.

“Treasure, baby…” Giovanni said, voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “I had to see you. I brought these for you. Can we talk? Please?”

The clients who were under dryers and in chairs started whispering. Mrs. Williams raised her eyebrows so high they almost disappeared. Keisha was straight-up staring with her phone out like she was ready to record.

Treasure felt her face burning. Her hands clenched at her sides as Giovanni stepped closer, holding out the flowers and chocolate like some grand gesture.

“I know I fucked up, But I love you. I’m sorry for putting my hands on you. I been stressed, but I’m working on myself. Just give me a chance to show you I changed.”

Liv crossed her arms, stepping slightly in front of Treasure.

“Boy, you got some nerve showing up to her place of business like this,” Liv snapped. “She don’t want your dusty roses or your lies. Take that shit and go.”

Giovanni ignored Liv, his eyes locked on Treasure.

“Treasure… please. You really gon’ do me like this? After everything?”

The salon was dead quiet now, all eyes on them. Treasure’s heart was racing. Part of her wanted to scream at him. Another part felt embarrassed that this was happening in front of her clients and coworkers.

She finally found her voice, keeping it as steady as possible. “Giovanni… you need to leave. I’m at work.”

He looked hurt, but she knew that look too well. It was all an act.

Treasure’s heart was hammering in her chest, but she forced herself to stand tall. The entire salon was watching, and she refused to let Giovanni turn her place of business into a circus.

She took a small step forward, voice firm and steady despite the anxiety swirling inside her.

“Giovanni, you need to leave. Right now,” she said clearly, looking him dead in the eyes. “I’m at work. I have clients coming in and I’m busy. This is not the time or the place.”

His face shifted — that pleading expression cracking into something more frustrated. He still held the roses and chocolates out like they were supposed to fix everything.

“Treasure, come on,” he pleaded, lowering his voice but still loud enough for everyone to hear. “I drove all the way here for you. Just talk to me for five minutes. I love you, baby. I brought all this for you—”

Liv cut him off sharply. “She said leave, bitch. Damn, read the room!”

Treasure held her ground, refusing to take the flowers or even look at them.

“I don’t want them. I don’t want to talk. You need to go. Now.” Her voice was calm but ice-cold. The clients were whispering louder now. Mrs. Williams sucked her teeth loud enough for the whole shop to hear.

Giovanni stared at her for a long second, jaw tight, before he finally let out a bitter laugh and shook his head.

“Aight… I see how it is" his voice laced with hurt and anger. “You really out here playing me for that other nigga. Cool.”

He dropped the bouquet and chocolates on the front desk with a loud thud and turned to leave, but not before shooting her one last look.

“This ain’t over, Treasure.”

The door chimed loudly as he walked out. The second it closed behind him, the salon erupted into whispers and “mm-hmms.”

Liv shook her head, rubbing Treasure’s arm. “You handled that well, sis. But damn… he really came in here with flowers like this a movie.”

Treasure let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling slightly as she picked up the roses and chocolates and immediately walked them to the trash can behind the front desk. She dropped them in without hesitation.

She turned back to her clients with the most professional smile she could manage.

“I’m so sorry about that, y’all. Let’s get back to these appointments.”

But inside, her stomach was in knots. The peaceful high from this morning with Jimmy felt very far away now.

✎ᝰ.

The rest of the day dragged on in a steady rhythm of clients coming in and out. Some wanted quick styles, others were there for full sew-ins or color touch-ups. The gossip about Giovanni’s dramatic entrance had mostly died down by early afternoon, though Mrs. Williams still brought it up every chance she got.

Treasure was focused on her last big client of the busy stretch — finishing up a fresh set of locs. She was twisting and retwisting with careful precision, the familiar scent of shea butter and loc gel in the air.

The salon had finally started to slow down. Only a few clients remained, the hum of dryers and low music filling the space. Liv was a few stations over, braiding her client’s hair while talking shit under her breath about “some men having zero shame.”

Treasure’s phone started vibrating on her station.

She glanced over quickly. It was buzzing repeatedly — not just texts, but an actual call. She couldn’t see the screen clearly from where she was standing, but her stomach tightened anyway.

Please don’t be Giovanni again…

She finished the final twist on her client’s locs, sprayed some holding mist, and stepped back.

“All done,” Treasure said with a professional smile. “Go ahead and check the mirror.”

While her client got up to look, Treasure quickly wiped her hands and grabbed her phone. The screen lit up with Jimmy’s name.

Incoming Call: Jimmy🩶

She bit her lip, a small smile tugging at her mouth despite the earlier drama. She stepped toward the back for a little privacy and answered.

“Hey…” she said softly, trying not to sound too relieved.

Jimmy’s deep voice came through, warm and smooth.

“Hey, mama. How’s your day going? You been on my mind heavy since you left this morning.”

Treasure leaned against the wall, one hand playing with the hem of her apron. She could still feel the faint ache in her throat from earlier.

“It’s been… eventful,”, glancing toward the front where Liv was still working. “Giovanni showed up earlier with flowers and chocolate trying to make a scene. I told him to leave.”

There was a short pause on Jimmy’s end.

“He did what?” His tone shifted, a little sharper now. “You good? He touch you or anything?” Treasure leaned against the back wall of the salon, one hand gripping her phone a little tighter as she spoke softly.

“No, no. He didn’t touch me or anything, Jimmy. I’m okay,” she reassured him quickly, trying to keep her voice calm. “He just walked in with roses and chocolate, trying to make a big scene in front of all my clients. I told him to leave and he got mad, dropped the stuff, and walked out. That’s all.”

There was a brief silence on the other end. She could hear Jimmy breathing, like he was trying to stay calm.

“You sure?” his voice low and serious. “He didn’t put his hands on you? Didn’t say nothing crazy to you?”

“I’m sure Liv was here too. She went off on him a little. I handled it… but it was embarrassing as hell in front of everybody.”

Jimmy let out a slow breath.

“Damn. I should’ve pulled up on you earlier. I don’t like that fool thinking he can just show up at your job like that.” His tone softened a bit. “You really good though? You sound a little stressed.”

Treasure glanced toward the front of the salon. Liv was looking over at her with raised eyebrows, clearly trying to eavesdrop.

“I’m okay now,” Treasure said, smiling a little. “Just… tired. It’s been a long day. But hearing your voice is making it better.”

Jimmy chuckled lowly, that deep sound sending warmth through her chest.

“Good. ‘Cause I been thinking about you all day. Especially this morning… how pretty you looked with my dick in your mouth.” His voice dropped even lower. “You still a little sore in that throat, mama?”

Treasure’s cheeks heated up instantly. She turned further toward the wall, lowering her voice.

“A little,” Treasure admitted shyly. “But I liked it…”

“Yeah?” Jimmy’s tone turned playful but still full of heat. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not done with that mouth. Or the rest of you. What time you getting off?”

“I get off at 6:30, It’s been pretty busy today, but it’s slowing down now. I should be done cleaning up and out of here by then.”

Jimmy hummed approvingly on the other end.

“6:30… aight I’ll come scoop you up. Don’t worry about catching a ride or nothing. I want to see you.”

Treasure’s stomach fluttered. She bit her lip, glancing over at Liv who was now openly staring and making exaggerated faces at her.

“You don’t have to do that…” she started, but Jimmy cut her off.

“Nah, I want to. Plus, after the shit Giovanni pulled today, I’d rather pick you up myself. Make sure you get home safe.”

His tone left no room for argument. Protective. Possessive. But in that way that made her feel safe instead of trapped.

“Okay,” she said quietly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll text you when I’m almost done.”

“Good girl,” Jimmy murmured, voice dropping low again. “And Treasure?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep that throat warm for me,” he said with a light chuckle. “I might need it again later.”

Treasure’s face instantly heated up. She turned fully toward the wall so Liv couldn’t see her expression.

“Jimmy!” she whispered, half-scolding, half-laughing.

He laughed deeply. “I’m playing… mostly. I’ll see you at 6:30, mama. Be safe.”

They hung up and Treasure let out a long breath, still smiling as she walked back toward her station.

Liv immediately wheeled her chair closer the second Treasure sat down.

“So?” Liv asked, grinning like a shark. “What time is Mr. Fine coming to pick you up? And why do you look like he just said something nasty?”

Treasure shook her head, laughing as she started cleaning up her tools.

“6:30… and mind your business, Liv.”

But the smile on her face didn’t fade for the rest of the afternoon.

The salon had finally emptied out. It was a little after 6:30 PM and Treasure was in her zone, cleaning up her station. She had her AirPods in, music turned up loud — currently playing SZA, something smooth and sensual that matched the low, tired energy she was feeling after a long day.

She wiped down her chair, organized her tools, and swept around her station, hips swaying lightly to the beat as she worked. She was completely in her own world, still thinking about this morning with Jimmy… and trying not to think about Giovanni’s dramatic appearance earlier.

Unbeknownst to her, Jimmy had just walked in.

He stood near the front entrance with his arms folded across his chest, muscular frame looking good in a simple black tee and jeans. His eyes were locked on her — watching the way she moved, the way the salon smock hugged her body, the little sway in her hips. A small smirk played on his lips as he admired her, completely focused.

Liv came out from the back lunch room, drying her hands. She spotted Jimmy immediately and grinned. She gave him a little wave. Jimmy nodded at her with a small smile and waved back, but his eyes quickly returned to Treasure, unwilling to look away for long.

Treasure finished sweeping, still nodding her head to the music. She turned around to grab something from her station counter……and nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Ahh!” Treasure yelped loudly, clutching her chest when she saw Jimmy standing there, arms still folded, staring right at her with that intense, amused look.

Her AirPods nearly fell out as she pulled one from her ear.

“Jimmy! You scared the shit out of me!”

Jimmy’s smirk widened into a full grin as he finally unfolded his arms and walked over to her slowly.

“Sorry, mama,” Jimmy said, voice low and teasing. “You looked too good moving like that. Didn’t want to interrupt.”

Liv laughed from behind the front desk. “I tried to warn her with my eyes but she was in the zone. Y’all two are cute though. I’ll lock up the back real quick.”

Treasure’s cheeks were warm as Jimmy reached her. He pulled her into him by the waist, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her lips — slow and deep, like he’d been waiting all day to do it.

“You good?" his eyes searching hers. “After that bullshit with Giovanni earlier?”

Treasure looked up at Jimmy, still a little flushed from the scare. She reached up and gently played with his damp curls, twisting one around her finger as she smiled softly.

“Yeah, I’m good Jimmy,” she said quietly, voice sincere. After the long day and the Giovanni drama, just being close to him was already making her feel better.

She continued running her fingers through his hair, admiring how his curls were growing out a bit. “Looks like someone needs their hair done,” she teased lightly, tugging one of the curls playfully.

Jimmy let out a low chuckle, his hands resting comfortably on her waist as he pulled her closer.

“Oh yeah?” he grinned, looking down at her with that charming smirk. “You volunteering? ‘Cause I’ll sit in your chair right now if it means you putting your hands on me.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass through her work smock.

Liv cleared her throat loudly from the front desk, smirking. “Y’all need a room or nah? I’m still here!”

Treasure laughed against Jimmy’s lips and pulled back slightly, still playing with his curls.

“You really came to pick me up…” she said softly, looking up at him with warm eyes. “Thank you.”

Jimmy’s expression softened as he stared down at her.

“Always. Now let’s get you out of here. You’ve been on your feet all day.” He glanced toward the front. “You done, or you still got stuff to finish?”

✎ᝰ.

Treasure kept playing with Jimmy’s curls for a second longer, enjoying the way he leaned into her touch. She smiled up at him softly.

“I just need to make sure things are good and then we can head out,” she told him, glancing around at her station.

Jimmy nodded, giving her waist one last squeeze before letting her go.

“Take your time, mama. I’m not in a rush,” Jimmy said, leaning against the counter beside her station, arms crossed again as he watched her move.

Treasure quickly finished wiping everything down, organized her tools, and made sure her chair was straight. Liv gave her a knowing wink from across the room before heading to the back to finish locking up.

As Treasure bent over slightly to grab her bag from under the counter, she felt Jimmy’s eyes on her. When she straightened up, he was right behind her, hands sliding around her waist again, pulling her back against his chest.

“You moving like that while I’m trying to be patient…” he murmured against her ear, voice low. “Hurry up before I bend you over this station.”

Treasure laughed softly and turned in his arms, playfully pushing at his chest.

“Behave. There are still cameras in here,” Treasure whispered, but she couldn’t hide her smile.

A few minutes later, everything was finally done. Liv waved goodbye as she left through the back door.

“Text me when you get home safe, hoe!” Liv called out teasingly.

Treasure locked the front door, flipped the sign to “Closed,” and turned back to Jimmy.

“Ready?” she asked, looking up at him.

Jimmy took her bag from her shoulder and slung it over his own, then grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Yeah. Let’s get you home, baby.”

He leaned down and kissed her once more before leading her out to his car, arm draped around her shoulders protectively.

The drive back to Jimmy’s place was quiet but comfortable. Jimmy kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on her thigh, thumb gently stroking her skin the whole way. Every so often he’d glance over at her, checking in without saying much. She appreciated the silence. After the long day and Giovanni’s surprise appearance, her mind needed the break.

When they pulled into his driveway and stepped inside the house, something shifted inside her.

The moment the door closed behind them, it hit her like a wave.

This place… it felt like home.

The familiar scent of Jimmy’s cologne mixed with clean linen and that warm, masculine smell that was just *him*. The soft lighting, the big comfortable couch where they’d cuddled, the kitchen where he’d made her breakfast this morning. Everything felt safe. Peaceful.

All the stress she’d been carrying — the anxiety from Giovanni showing up at the salon, the old memories of their toxic apartment, the constant name-calling, the walking on eggshells, the fear — it all melted away the second she crossed the threshold.

She stood in the middle of the living room for a moment, just breathing it in.

Jimmy noticed. He set her bag down and walked up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

“You good, baby?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

Treasure leaned into him, closing her eyes as she placed her hands over his.

“Yeah…” she whispered. “It feels like home here. I don’t even think about that apartment with him anymore. All that stress, the arguing, the way he used to talk to me… it’s just gone when I’m with you.”

Jimmy turned her around in his arms so she was facing him. He looked down at her with those intense eyes, one hand coming up to cup her face.

“That’s ‘cause this *is* home now,” thumb brushing her cheek. “You don’t gotta go back there. Not ever. Not while I’m breathing.”

He leaned down and kissed her — slow, deep, and full of reassurance. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.

“I want you here. With me. Every night if you want. Fuck that old life. You deserve peace, Treasure. And I’m gon’ give it to you.”

Treasure felt her eyes sting with emotion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, burying her face in his chest.

“Thank you,”

Jimmy rubbed her back soothingly, holding her like he never wanted to let go.

“You hungry?” he asked after a moment, voice gentler. “Or you just wanna shower and get in bed? I can run you a bath if you want.”

He pulled back slightly to look at her again, fingers still playing with the ends of her hair.

“Whatever you need tonight, I got you.”

She stayed wrapped in Jimmy’s arms for a long moment, letting his warmth sink into her. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her hands resting on his chest as she played with the fabric of his shirt.

“Jimmy…” she started softly, voice a little shaky. “It’s been a while since a man has actually taken care of me. Like… really taken care of me. Not just the surface stuff. With Giovanni, it was always empty promises. He’d do something nice one day and then tear me down the next. Name calling, blaming me for everything, making me feel like I was too much or not enough.”

She swallowed hard, eyes dropping to his chest for a second before meeting his gaze again.

“Spending time with you… getting to know you more… it makes me feel conflicted if I’m being honest.” Her voice got quieter. “Because this is all I ever wanted with Gio. The peace. The way you check on me. The way you touch me. The way you make me feel safe and wanted. You’re giving me everything I begged him for… and you do it without me even having to ask.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.

“I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to switch up like he did. But you haven’t. And that scares me a little… because I’m falling for this. For you. And I don’t know if I’m ready for how good this feels.”

She let out a small, vulnerable laugh, wiping at her eyes.

Jimmy stayed quiet for a second, just holding her. Then he cupped her face with both hands, thumbs gently brushing away the tears that escaped.

“Treasure…” Jimmy said, voice deep and steady. “Look at me.”

She did.

“I ain’t him, I’m not gon’ switch up on you. I’m not perfect, but I know what I want. And what I want is *you*. Not just for right now. I see how that nigga broke you down, and I hate that shit. But I’m not here to play games with your heart.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her lips, soft and lingering.

“You don’t have to be scared of how good this feels. Let it feel good, baby. You deserve that. You deserve a man who takes care of you without keeping score. Who eats your pussy till you squirt just because he loves the way you sound when you cum. Who comes picks you up from work because he wants to. Who wants you in his bed every night.”

Jimmy pulled her tighter against him, resting his chin on top of her head.

“I got you. For real. No pressure, no rush… but I’m not going nowhere. And I’m gon’ keep showing you what you been missing. Aight?”

Treasure stayed pressed against Jimmy’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he held her. His words from earlier still lingered warmly in her mind, but then his tone shifted — still gentle, but more serious.

“And if this is going to work and we really be locked in,” he said, pulling back slightly so he could look her in the eyes, “you need to leave Giovanni. For good.”

He cupped her face again, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he continued.

“He’s not gonna go back to how y’all first started dating. That version of him don’t exist no more. He’s just gon’ keep doing the same shit over and over again — the apologies, the flowers, the manipulation — until something bad happens to you. And I don’t want that. I *won’t* let that happen.”

Jimmy’s eyes were intense, full of genuine concern and quiet anger toward Giovanni.

“I see how he got you scared to even trust something good. How he made you doubt yourself in bed, in life… everything. You deserve better than that cycle, Treasure. You deserve peace. Real peace. Not the kind that comes with conditions and fear.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly, then rested his forehead against hers.

“I’m not saying you gotta move all your stuff in tomorrow… but you gotta cut him off completely. Block him. Stop letting him pop up and stress you out. Because every time he does that shit, it takes away from what we building here. And I’m serious about you, mama. I want this. I want *us*.”

Treasure felt a mix of emotions swirl inside her — fear of fully letting go, relief that someone finally said it out loud, and a deep warmth from how protective Jimmy was being.

She nodded slowly, voice barely above a whisper. “I know… you’re right. I just… I hate that it got this bad.”

Jimmy pulled her back into his arms, holding her tight. “You don’t have to do it alone. I got you. We’ll figure it out together.”

Treasure tried to hold it together. She really did.

But the moment Jimmy said those words — calm, firm, and full of care — something inside her broke open.

Her eyes filled with tears almost instantly. Her lip trembled as she looked up at him, and before she could stop it, the tears spilled over. A quiet sob escaped her throat as she buried her face in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly.

“I know…” she cried softly, voice muffled against him. “I know you’re right. I’ve known for a long time. But it’s just… hard. I stayed for so long thinking I could fix him. Thinking if I loved him harder, if I was better, he would change. And now I feel so stupid for believing that.”

Her shoulders shook as she cried harder, all the built-up emotions from the past year pouring out.

“I’m scared, Jimmy,” Treasure whispered through the tears. “Scared of fully letting go. Scared of what he might do. Scared that I’m moving too fast with you… but being with you feels so right. You make me feel safe and wanted and… seen. I’ve never had that before. Not like this.”

Jimmy held her tighter, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back while the other cradled the back of her head. He didn’t try to shush her or tell her to stop crying. He just let her get it all out, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head.

“You’re not stupid, baby,” Jimmy murmured against her hair. “You’re loyal. You got a good heart. He took advantage of that. But you don’t have to carry that weight no more. I got you now.”

He rocked her gently in his arms as she continued to cry, letting out all the pain, guilt, and fear she’d been holding inside for so long.

After a few minutes, her sobs started to quiet down into soft sniffles. Jimmy pulled back just enough to wipe her tears with his thumbs, looking at her with nothing but tenderness.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly. “We’ll take it one step at a time. But you gotta choose you, Treasure. Choose peace. Choose this — what we got right here.”

Treasure nodded, eyes still watery as she looked up at him. She felt raw… but lighter. Safer.

“I want this,” she whispered, voice hoarse from crying. “I want you.” Jimmy leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her wet cheeks, then her lips — slow and full of promise.

“I want you too, mama. All of you.”

He held her close again, letting her cry out whatever was left while he rubbed her back, whispering soothing words against her hair.

After her tears finally slowed, Jimmy didn’t say much at first. He just held her close, letting her cry it out against his chest until her breathing started to even out. Then, without a word, he gently picked her up bridal-style and carried her to his bedroom.

He laid her down carefully on the bed, stripped off his shirt, and climbed in beside her. Treasure immediately curled into him, resting her head on his bare chest, right over his heartbeat. His skin was warm, his Cuban link chain cool against her cheek. One of his strong arms wrapped around her while the other gently stroked her back in slow, soothing circles.

Jimmy’s deep voice was low and soft as he whispered against her hair. “I got you, mama… You’re safe here. Ain’t nobody gon’ hurt you while I’m around.”

Treasure sniffled quietly, her eyes already feeling heavy from all the crying. She pressed closer to him, one hand resting on his stomach.

Jimmy kept going, his voice a gentle rumble against her ear.

“You’re so strong, Treasure. Even when you don’t feel like it. You handled today like a boss. And I’m proud of you for choosing peace. For choosing you.”

He kissed the top of her head, then continued whispering.

“You don’t gotta be scared no more. I’m right here. I’m not going nowhere. You hear me? This right here… this is yours. I’m yours.”

Treasure’s eyes fluttered, tears still clinging to her lashes as she listened to him. His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, slowly melting away the leftover tension in her chest.

“You deserve to be loved soft,” Jimmy murmured, fingers gently playing with her hair. “You deserve to feel wanted every single day. Not just when it’s convenient for somebody. You deserve mornings where somebody wakes up excited to see you. You deserve to be spoiled. Protected. Cherished.”

He kissed her forehead again, letting his lips linger there.

“And I’m gon’ give you all of that. As long as you let me.”

Treasure let out a shaky breath, her body growing heavier by the second. The combination of crying, the emotional release, and the steady rhythm of Jimmy’s heartbeat under her ear was pulling her under fast.

Jimmy kept whispering, voice getting softer. “Sleep, baby. I got you. You don’t gotta worry about nothing tonight. Just rest. I’m right here.”

Treasure’s eyes finally closed, too heavy to fight anymore. Her last conscious thought was how safe she felt — wrapped in Jimmy’s arms, his bare chest warm beneath her cheek, his voice still murmuring sweet promises as she drifted off.

For the first time in a long time, she fell asleep feeling completely at peace.

sugar talkin'

a/n: phew I actually love the fact that Jimmy is caring so much for her, but yall better get some tissues cuz its finna be emotional.

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EP7 .☘︎ ݁˖

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Nora ✨

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sugar talkin'

summary: Treasure knew better than to fall for pretty words. She already had a man at home, even if the relationship been dead for a minute. But when quiet, observant Jimmy Uso starts slipping into her space during late nights out with her girls, she finds herself craving the one thing she swore she wouldn’t fall for again: A man who knows exactly what to say. And sugar talking can only sweeten a bad situation for so long.

fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings: explicit content, solo-masturbation, finger-fucking.

word count: 14.k (another lengthy one)

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 Treasure

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

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 “Sugar Talking” by Sabrina Carpenter

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

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Chicago, Illinois - 9:47AM Jimmy’s house.

At 9:47 am, the sun was rising and a cool breeze flowed from the vents in Jimmy's house. Sunlight streamed through the curtains in his bedroom, and he could hear birds chirping outside. Jimmy had his strong arm wrapped around Treasure's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, sleeping soundly like a bear.

The events of the previous night had exhausted Treasure, leaving her completely still in her sleep. This made Jimmy pull her closer, as if afraid she might slip away.

She turned to face him, burying her face in his neck just as his eyes began to flutter open. Looking down at her sleeping form, he fully woke up and reached for his phone on the nightstand beside him.

As he rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep, he noticed a message from Jey and several from Liv.

Three messages from Josh 🫥

Two messages from Liv🍬

Josh🫥: wake yo ass up fool Josh🫥: u and treasure make up? Josh🫥: dawg

He rolled his eyes, typing his thumbs away.

Jimmy🩶: don’t pmo it’s too early in the morning Josh Jimmy🩶: and yea we made up we good now

Bubbles appeared.

Josh🫥: make up sexxxxx 😭😭

Jimmy chuckled while grinning.

Jimmy🩶: stfu bro 😭😭I swear yo ass is annoying 😭

Josh🫥: I’m just saying dawg at least yall made up unlike how you with ol’ girl yal were so toxic 

Jimmy🩶: you mean she was toxic I didn’t do shit and she still acted a fool 

Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable.

Josh🫥: yeah she was hella toxic but I’m glad u with someone who actually gives a fuck fr fr 

He looked down at Treasure, seeing her face all smushed up in his neck with her arms tucked in like a dinosaur.

Jimmy🩶: yeah but imma catch u at the gym later 

Josh🫥: aight then twin

After finishing his text to Jey, he quickly moved on to Liv’s message, replying that Treasure was doing well—then he set his phone back on the nightstand.

Once that was done, he instantly wrapped his arm around Treasure’s waist, pulling her in closer—almost smothering her since she was already so near.

His hand slid down to her backside, giving her a few gentle rubs, squeezing just a bit, and he heard a soft whine escape her lips that made him laugh.

All he could think about was the events of the previous night, replaying them repeatedly in his mind.

Just hearing her moans 

Her squirming 

Fingers tangled up in his curls 

Making her make a mess on his face

It affected him, making him crave more of her. He felt his erection straining against his sweats, prompting him to adjust himself slightly.

Jimmy glanced down at Treasure, who was still asleep and unaware of what was going on. He carefully removed his arm from around her waist and slowly got out of bed to avoid waking her.

As he stood up, he stretched and noticed his erection was quite prominent. Reflecting on the previous night stirred his desire even more.

He made his way to the door, closing it behind him as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, he turned on the light and shut the door, hearing it click shut.

Approaching the shower, he loosened his sweats, pulling them down along with his PSD boxers, and watched as his seven-inch erection sprang out, hitting his stomach like a boomerang.

He leaned his back against the cool bathroom tile, letting out a heavy breath as his hand wrapped around himself. The friction felt good, but it was nothing compared to the memory of her skin.

“F-fuck, T-treasure.” Jimmy moaned softly.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could still taste her, the vivid image of last night flashing behind his eyelids. He picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing over the head as he let out a low groan, wishing it was her hands tangled in his hair instead of his own.

He kept his eyes locked on the shower wall, entirely lost in the thought of how she had whined when he touched her, using that exact memory to drive himself faster until he was right on the edge.

“Hmm, fuck baby.” 

His breathing turned into shallow, ragged pants, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping himself. He closed his eyes again, visualizing the exact way Treasure looked underneath him, her hips moving against his, making a total mess.

“Oh fuck, I’m finna nut. Ohh shit.” 

That thought broke him. A choked-off groan escaped the back of his throat as his body went rigid, spilling all over his hand and the floor. He leaned his head back against the wall, chest heaving as the intense rush slowly rippled out of him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, what is this girl doing to me?” he said to himself.

After a minute of just breathing, he finally shook himself out of it, reached over to turn the shower dial to hot, and stepped into the steam to wash off.

Meanwhile, in his bedroom, Treasure woke up from her sleep, stretching her body and letting out a soft groan as she searched for Jimmy in the sheets, but he was not there.

Rubbing her eyes to clear her vision, she realized he was missing. Hearing the shower running down the hallway, she lay on her back and reached for her phone that was beside her.

Upon unlocking it, she noticed Giovanni had called her about ten times, leaving voicemails and a few text messages as well.

Giovanni’s voicemail: baby I’m sorry can you come home so we can talk about this? I didn’t mean to put my hands on you. You know I wouldn’t do that to you baby. That’s not me you know that’s not me baby.

She scoffed at his voicemail.

She didn’t even know him anymore 

She didn’t even know the man she was dating anymore 

Recalling how Giovanni pulled her hair, and her pleas for him to stop that he ignored, truly shattered her heart.

Treasure felt no desire to read his messages, aware that he was just making one excuse after another. If she was honest, she was tired of it.

She chose to ignore his messages, noticing that Liv had sent her a text.

Two messages from Liv🍬

Liv🍬: goood morninggggg girlyyyy Liv🍬: did yall make up?

Treasure typed back.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: good morning  Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: and yea we did make up

Last night's memories rushed back to her, repeating in her mind. The way Jimmy's tongue moved around her clit, savoring her as if she were his final meal, left her craving more of him.

His big hands feeling all over her body.

But didn’t know how to say it 

Or didn’t have the courage to tell him

Liv🍬: yasss that’s what I love to hear girl u have to spare me the details 

Treasure rolled her eyes with a grin on her lips.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: u always want the details 

Liv🍬: well duhhh girl I need to know everything did he at least take care of u?

Oh he took care of her alright very well.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: yes he did 

Liv🍬: good just had to make sure he wasn’t lying when I texted his ass buuut did that fool Gio texted u? 

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: 🙄🙄 yeah that nigga did left hella text messages and miss calls even a few voicemails just lying his ass off 

Liv🍬: omfg he’s annoying already but I wouldn’t text him back at all after what he did yesterday

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: yeah 

She didn't even want to think about Giovanni anymore when she’s sleeping in Jimmy’s bed—wearing his clothes that fit her like a gown.

Liv🍬: u got any plans today?

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: hmm not sure unless Jimmy wants to do something then yeah

Liv🍬: ouuu love when a man plans things 

She shook her head as she heard the door open, looking up to see Jimmy entering the bedroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist and another damp towel for his hair.

Her eyes took in every detail of him.

From his wet skin glistening in the sunlight streaming through the curtains, to his abs peeking out, and the tattoos shining in the light.

She was captivated by how handsome he looked that morning, especially when he smiled, making her melt instantly.

Jimmy noticed her admiring him and shook his head with a grin as he walked toward her. When he sat on the bed, it dipped under his weight as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Good morning, mama.” Jimmy said.

“Good morning.” Treasure replied.

She began feeling all shy all over again covering her face.

He chuckles. “What mama?”

She shakes her head. “N-nothing.”

He didn’t believe her, extending his hand to draw her closer, which made her yelp and laugh simultaneously—now finding herself on his lap with his hands on her hips to keep her steady.

She had never been this near him while he was unclothed, with just a towel covering his face and his damp, messy curls falling into his eyes.

Her gaze shifted from his face to his body, as if she wanted to reach out and touch him, but hesitated.

Jimmy took notice saying something. “You can touch me ma, I’m not gon bite.”

“Y-you sure?” She asked softly.

“Yes baby, you can touch me all you want. I’m not going anywhere.” He replied.

That was her signal to explore his body up close. She placed her hands on his tattooed chest, rubbing down to his stomach and back up to his chest again.

Next, her small hands moved to his face, her fingers gliding over his wet beard, her thumb brushing his lips. She pushed his messy curls aside to see him better.

He looked dangerously attractive for no reason.

Now, her fingers were tangled in his curls, massaging his scalp as she heard him groan, the sound making his chest rumble. Treasure felt his face against her neck while she continued to massage his scalp.

“Does this feel good?” 

“Too good mama, keep going.”

Treasure kept massaging his scalp as his hands slipped inside her shirt, rubbing her back—he placed a wet kiss on her neck that sent an electric shock down her spine.

“What’chu.” Kisses her neck. “Wanna.” Kisses her neck again. “Do.” Kisses. “Today ma?”

He looked up at her with those almond-shaped puppy-like eyes keeping his arms wrapped around her waist.

She played in his curls.

“Hmm, I don’t know…maybe go shopping?” She says.

“Shopping huh?” he said, amused, squeezing her ass playfully.

Treasure kept massaging his scalp in a lazy manner while she felt him gently pressing his lips against her jawline.

“Yeah, maybe get some new things there.”

“You gon’ let me spoil you?”

It’s been a while since she’s been spoiled by someone else other than Giovanni before he lost his job, so she felt unsure about it.

She didn’t have an answer.

“Hm mama?” Jimmy asked.

“Hm?” Treasure responded with a soft hum.

“I said you gon’ let me spoil you?” He says.

“I don’t know jimmy…it’s been a while since I’ve been spoiled…I don’t want you to spend all your money on me.” She replied.

Jimmy looked up at her smiling. “Ma, let me spoil you. You too pretty not be spoiled.”

“Jimmy—“

“Let me do it please?” She couldn’t say no, especially the way he added that ‘please’ to his sentence made her sigh deeply.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you spend your money on me.” Treasure said.

He kisses lips a few times before pulling back.

“Good, now bring yo’ pretty ass here.” That’s when he had stood up holding her up by her legs causing her to giggle as her arms were around his neck feeling her back hitting the cool sheets of his bed.

He floated above her chain, which swayed softly as he positioned himself between her legs, their fingers intertwined and her legs around his waist.

Feeling his weight on her like this, their foreheads touching and noses brushing, he placed gentle kisses on her cheek.

Another kiss followed, moving from her jawline down to her neck, causing her to squirm beneath him—trailing back to her lips, where they exchanged a few pecks while gazing into each other's eyes.

Treasure tilted her head, freeing her fingers from his hold to wrap her arms around his neck as they passionately kissed in his bed—his tongue slipping into her mouth, making the kiss messy.

Jimmy secured his strong arms around her waist, ensuring she wouldn’t slip away from him.

“la'u pepe aulelei o a'u uma.” He muttered. 

He let his tongue swirl inside her mouth while she tangled her fingers in his messy curls. He slowly released her waist and began to lift her long shirt, which was his, to get a glimpse of her body.

As soon as she sensed him lifting her shirt, she pulled back from the kiss, removing his hands from the fabric, feeling a wave of insecurity.

His expression on his face softened. “What’s wrong mama?”

“I-I…don’t want you to see…my body…”

“Why not baby?” 

Treasure was never insecure about her body until Giovanni said something about it, ever since then she’s lost confidence.

She avoided eye contact with him, not saying anything.

“Look at me baby.” Jimmy said. 

And she did.

Searching something in those dark brown eyes of his.

“You’re beautiful baby you hear me? Don’t let nobody, not even that fool tell you otherwise, like look at you. How can a man like Giovanni fumble something like this huh?” Jimmy kisses her lips trailing it down to her jawline, then her neck until he reaches her chest fingers tugging in her shirt.

She gazed down at him innocently nibbling on her bottom lip.

“sei ou vaai pepe.” God the way he spoke in his language did something to her that made her obey everything he was saying.

He gently lifts her long shirt that he allows her to sleep in, revealing her stomach. He continues to pull it up until her perky breasts are visible.

He licked his lips at the view of her bare body before him, seeking her permission to touch her perky breast.

“Y-you can touch me…” Treasure stumbles, feeling her cheeks getting red.

“Yeah baby?” Jimmy asked.

She nodded her head.

This allowed him to plant soft kisses on her chest before taking hold of her breast.

He massaged both breasts, teasing her nipples until he took her left breast in his mouth while continuing to massage the other, making her arch her back and moan his name.

“J-jimmy!” She moans.

He swirled his tongue around the nipple while watching her squirm and throw her head back against the pillow.

As he pulled away, he heard a popping sound from his lips as he did the same to her right nipple.

“lalelei susu faapena pepe.” He groaned.

Treasure sensed a warm puddle forming between her legs as Jimmy caressed her breasts. The way his eyes darkened with desire excited her more than anything else—she was aware of his arousal beneath the towel he had tied around his waist.

“J-jimmy b-baby…p-please.” A nickname slipped through her lips as he paused for a moment looking at her.

She just called him baby.

“What’chu say mama?”

“I-I, it s-slipped out!”

Jimmy had a smirk on his lips. “Nah, you’ve been wanting to say that since you met me.”

She covered her face once again feeling embarrassed as she heard him chuckle at her shyness.

“You’re so cute when you’re shy. You know that Ma?” Jimmy said.

“Stopp jimmy.” Treasure whined, letting her country accent slip.

“Stopp jimmy.” 

Treasure removed her hands off her face glaring at him. “Stop mocking me.” 

“Me? I did that?” He said jokingly, pointing a finger at himself.

She scoffed. “Yes you, I’m talking to you.”

“Didn’t know you were talking about me.” He could see her pouty face as he pressed a soft kiss on her pouty lips. “I’m playing baby.”

They kissed a few more times before locking eyes with each other as Jimmy moved her hair to the side of her ear.

“You wanna sleep some more before we head out?”

Treasure nodded her head. “Yeah, just for a little bit…can we stay like this?”

“Of course, baby, whatever you want.”

With that, Jimmy had laid his head on her chest, wrapping his arms around her waist underneath her while she wrapped hers around his neck—her manicured nails rubbing against his back.

Before long, Treasure’s eyes grew heavy again. Jimmy’s warmth and the soothing circles he drew on both ends of her hips with his thumbs lulled her right back to sleep. He followed soon after, arms locked around her like he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.

✎ᝰ.

The mall was buzzing with the usual weekend crowd, but Treasure barely noticed any of it. Jimmy’s hand stayed low on her back the entire time they walked, occasionally slipping under the hem of his oversized hoodie to brush against her bare thigh. Every time he did it, a little spark shot straight between her legs.

They wandered into a few stores, but it was when they stepped into Bath & Body Works that the air changed.

The moment the doors opened, a wave of sweet, fruity, and floral scents hit her all at once — vanilla, coconut, strawberry, warm amber. The store was bright and colorful, shelves lined with lotions, body sprays, candles, and scrubs. Treasure’s eyes lit up a little as she started browsing the displays.

Jimmy stayed close behind her, one hand resting on her hip as she picked up a bottle of Warm Vanilla Sugar body lotion and brought it to her nose.

“Mmm… this one smells good,” Treasure murmured, turning to show him.

Jimmy leaned in, took the bottle from her hand, and squeezed a little onto his fingers. Without asking, he gently grabbed her wrist and started rubbing the lotion into the back of her hand and up her forearm in slow circles.

“Smells sweet,” Jimmy said, voice low as he worked the cream into her skin. “Just like you.”

Treasure bit her lip, watching the way his big hands looked against her smaller ones. The lotion was warm and silky, and the way he was rubbing it in felt way more intimate than it should’ve in the middle of a store.

He brought her wrist up to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes half-lidded.

“Yeah… this one’s dangerous,” he murmured. “Might have to buy the whole set so I can rub it on you later.”

Her cheeks warmed as she glanced around to make sure nobody was paying attention to them. Jimmy didn’t seem to care. He picked up another scent — something warm and spiced — and held it out to her.

“Smell this one too, mama. I wanna see which one I like better when it’s all over your body.”

He was standing close now, chest almost touching her back, his voice low enough that only she could hear him. His fingers kept lazily stroking the lotion into her skin while he waited for her reaction.

Treasure’s heart was beating faster. She could already imagine him rubbing lotion all over her later… and she had a feeling he was thinking the same thing.

Her eyes scanned the colorful shelves, and she bit her lip as she grabbed a few more bottles. She was already feeling warm from the way Jimmy had rubbed that first lotion into her skin like he was marking her.

She turned to him with a small, playful smile and held up a creamy white bottle.

“This one’s called Warm Vanilla Sugar… I already like it,” she said softly, then reached for another. “But smell this one too.”

She picked up a soft pink bottle — Strawberry Pound Cake — and squeezed a little onto her inner wrist. Before she could even offer it, Jimmy gently took her hand and brought her wrist up to his nose. He inhaled slowly and deeply, eyes locked on hers the whole time.

“Mmm… that one’s sweet as hell. Smells like something I’d wanna lick off you.”

Her cheeks burned. She quickly grabbed another bottle — this one a warm, golden Amber & Vanilla — and rubbed a little on the side of her neck. Jimmy didn’t even wait. He stepped in close, one hand sliding around her waist under the hoodie as he leaned down and pressed his nose right against her neck, breathing her in.

“Fuck…That one’s dangerous. Makes me wanna bury my face right here.”

Treasure’s breath hitched. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, his fingers lightly stroking the bare skin of her waist under his hoodie. Her nipples tightened under the thick fabric, and her pussy gave a needy little throb.

She tried to stay focused, reaching for one more — a rich Coconut Milk lotion. She squeezed some onto her fingers and held her hand out to him.

Jimmy took her hand again, but this time he didn’t just smell it. He slowly rubbed the lotion into her palm, then slid his fingers between hers, massaging it in while staring at her with dark, hungry eyes.

“You keep picking shit that’s gon’ have me wanting to taste you in the middle of this store,” Jimmy said quietly, only loud enough for her to hear. “You doing that on purpose, mama?”

Her heart was racing. She could feel how wet she was getting between her thighs, especially with how close he was standing and how his hand kept casually slipping under the hoodie to touch her bare skin.

She looked up at him with those same innocent eyes from earlier and whispered, “Maybe…”

Jimmy’s jaw flexed. He leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear.

“Keep picking scents then. But just know… every one you make me smell on you, I’m rubbing it on a different part of your body when we get home.”

Treasure’s cheeks were burning hot. The way Jimmy was rubbing that Coconut Milk lotion into her skin, the low rumble of his voice in her ear, and the filthy promise he just made about rubbing every scent on different parts of her body later… it was too much.

She quickly pulled her hand back, heart racing as she glanced around the store to make sure no one was watching them. Her thighs pressed together under the oversized hoodie, trying to calm the ache that had started building between her legs again.

She cleared her throat softly and looked down at the bottles on the shelf, pretending to read the labels even though her mind was still spinning.

“Um… we should probably start heading to your mom's house, right?” Treasure said, voice a little higher than usual as she tried to change the subject. “She wants to have mother-daughter quality time”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by how fast she was trying to switch gears. He didn’t move back, though. He stayed right where he was, one hand still resting low on her waist under the hoodie, thumb slowly stroking her bare skin.

“Yeah… we can head that way in a minute, but you was just picking out all these scents for me. You don’t wanna grab a couple before we go?”

Treasure bit her lip, still avoiding his eyes as she picked up the Warm Vanilla Sugar lotion again and held it out like a peace offering.

“This one’s nice. We can get this and the strawberry one if you want. They’re not too strong.”

Jimmy chuckled softly, that deep sound vibrating through her as he took the bottle from her hand. He leaned in close again, lips brushing her ear.

“You shy now?” Jimmy murmured, clearly enjoying it. “You let me suck on your titties this morning, now you can’t even look at me in the middle of Bath & Body Works?”

Treasure’s face got even hotter. She lightly pushed at his chest with one hand, trying to create a little space between them.

“Jimmy, stop,” Treasure whispered, half-laughing but still flustered. “People are gonna hear you.”

He grinned, finally giving her a little mercy as he grabbed the two lotions she picked and a matching body spray.

“Aight, aight. I’ll behave… for now.” He leaned down and kissed her temple. “But we still getting these. And when we get home later, I’m keeping my promise.”

Treasure didn’t say anything back. She just nodded, still shy, and followed him toward the register, her hand slipping into his as they walked.

After leaving Bath & Body Works with a small bag in hand, they continued walking through the mall. Jimmy kept Treasure close the entire time, one of his large hands resting low on her back, fingers occasionally slipping under the hem of his oversized hoodie to brush against her bare thigh or the curve of her ass. Every time he did it, Treasure’s stomach fluttered.

They stopped at Foot Locker first. Jimmy browsed the wall of sneakers while Treasure stood beside him, shifting from foot to foot. The cold air from the vents kept brushing against her bare legs and making her very aware that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the hoodie.

Jimmy glanced over at her and smirked.

“You cold, mama?” already knowing the answer. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest while he looked at shoes over her shoulder. His hands stayed on her stomach, thumbs slowly rubbing circles just below her breasts.

“Pick out a pair you like, I’ll get ‘em for you.”

Treasure shook her head quickly, cheeks warming. “You don’t have to do that…”

“I know I don’t,” he said, giving her waist a little squeeze. “I want to.”

They left Foot Locker a few minutes later with a fresh pair of shoes for her.

Next was Kay Jewelers. The bright lights and sparkling displays made Treasure slow down. Jimmy noticed and gently tugged her inside. He stood behind her while she looked at the cases, his front pressed lightly against her back.

“You like anything?”

She pointed at a simple silver necklace with a small heart pendant. Before she could say anything, Jimmy was already waving over the sales associate.

“We’ll take that one,” Jimmy said smoothly, then looked down at her with a small smirk. “So you got something to wear when I’m not around… and something to remind you who you belong to right now.”

Her face burned. She tried to hide her smile by looking down at the glass case.

From there, they headed to Windsor. Treasure browsed the racks of dresses and cute tops while Jimmy leaned against a pillar nearby, arms crossed, watching her with dark eyes. Every time she held something up, he gave his honest opinion — usually something that made her flustered.

“That one’s short as hell,” he said when she held up a little black dress. “I like it. You should try it on so I can see how it looks when I bend you over later.”

“Jimmy!” Treasure hissed under her breath, glancing around to make sure no one heard him. He just chuckled and kept staring at her like he was already undressing her in his mind.

Finally, they made it to Hot Topic — her favorite store.

The second they walked in, Treasure’s face lit up. The loud music, the dark aesthetic, the racks of band tees, anime merch, and alternative clothing instantly made her feel at home. She started moving from display to display with more energy, touching hoodies and graphic tees while Jimmy followed behind her, amused.

He watched her get excited over a few things, then leaned down and spoke quietly near her ear.

“Go ahead and grab whatever you want, baby. I’m paying.”

Treasure looked up at him, surprised. “You sure?”

He nodded, eyes soft but still carrying that heat from earlier. “Yeah. You been real good today… letting me rub lotion on you, wearing my clothes with nothing underneath…” He smirked. “Least I can do is buy you some shit from your favorite store.”

She bit her lip, trying not to smile too hard as she started picking out a couple of things — a cute cropped hoodie and a graphic tee she’d been eyeing for a while.

Jimmy stayed close the whole time, one hand resting on her hip under the oversized hoodie she was already wearing, thumb stroking her bare skin while she shopped.

They left the mall with several bags in hand — new shoes from Foot Locker, the necklace from Kay Jewelers, a couple of cute pieces from Windsor, and the two Bath & Body Works lotions plus a graphic tee and cropped hoodie from Hot Topic. Jimmy carried most of the bags in one hand while the other stayed wrapped around Treasure’s waist, occasionally slipping under the oversized hoodie to give her ass a subtle squeeze as they walked through the parking lot.

Once they were back in the car, Jimmy glanced over at her with a small smile.

“You good?”

Treasure nodded, still feeling a little warm from everything that happened today — the way he rubbed lotion on her in the store, the teasing, the shopping, the way he kept touching her like he couldn’t help himself.

“Yeah… I’m good,” 

The drive to his mom’s house was quiet but comfortable. Jimmy kept one hand on the wheel and the other on her leg the whole time, thumb slowly stroking her bare skin. Treasure stared out the window, nerves starting to creep in the closer they got. She’d met his mom before, but this was different. This was quality time. Recipes. Mother-daughter stuff. It felt… serious.

When they pulled up in front of the house, Jimmy parked and turned to look at her.

“You sure you good with this? I can come in with you for a minute if you want.”

She shook her head, offering him a small smile. “No, it’s okay. Go to the gym with Jey. I’ll be fine.”

He studied her face for a second, then leaned over and kissed her slow and deep, one hand cupping the side of her neck. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“Text me if you need anything, aight? And don’t let my mama work you too hard in that kitchen,” Jimmy said with a smirk. “I’ll come get you after we finish at the gym.”

Treasure nodded, biting her lip as he gave her one last quick kiss before getting out and walking around to open her door. He helped her grab the bags and walked her up to the front door.

His mom opened it before they even knocked, already smiling wide.

“There’s my girl,” she said warmly, pulling Treasure into a hug. “Come on in, baby. I got everything set up in the kitchen.”

Jimmy gave Treasure’s hand one last squeeze and winked at her.

“Be good,” he murmured low enough for only her to hear, then turned to his mom. “Don’t be telling her all my business, Ma.”

His mom laughed and shooed him away. “Boy, go to the gym. We got woman business to handle.”

Treasure watched Jimmy walk back to the car, her heart doing a little flip as he looked back at her one more time before driving off.

She turned back to his mom, who was already leading her inside with an arm around her shoulders.

“Alright, baby,” mama fatu said with a bright smile. “You ready to learn how we make our famous sweet potato pie? And maybe a few other things while we at it.”

Treasure smiled, feeling surprisingly comfortable already.

“Yeah… I’m ready.”

✎ᝰ.

Jimmy pulled into the gym parking lot still half-hard from dropping Treasure off. The image of her standing in his mama’s doorway wearing his hoodie, looking all shy and pretty, had him gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. He killed the engine, grabbed his gym bag, and headed inside, already knowing Jey was probably waiting on him.

The familiar smell of rubber mats, metal, and faint sweat hit him as soon as he walked through the doors. Music thumped low from the speakers. He spotted Jey over by the bench press, already warming up, shirt off, tattoos on full display.

“’Bout time, fool,” Jey called out with a grin, dapping him up. “I was starting to think you got lost in Miss Treasure.”

Jimmy smirked, dropping his bag. “Shut up.”

They started with the bench press. Jimmy loaded the bar while Jey spotted him. As soon as Jimmy laid back and wrapped his hands around the bar, his mind drifted right back to Treasure.

The way she had looked up at him this morning with those big innocent eyes while they were kissing and how she moaned his name when he was sucking her titties earlier had him weak as hell for her.

“Damn, you smiling like a fool,” Jey laughed, bringing Jimmy back. “What, she got you that gone already?”

He  racked the bar and sat up, wiping sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his shirt.

“Man…” he shook his head, still smirking. “You don’t even know.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, curious. “Oh yeah? She that good?”

Jimmy didn’t answer right away. He laid back down for his next set, but his mind wasn’t on the weights. It was on how soft her thighs felt when he ate her out last night. How she tasted. How she sounded when she came on his tongue. How she looked this morning wearing his long t-shirt and then his hoodie to the mall, legs bare, letting him rub lotion all over her in the middle of Bath & Body Works like she didn’t know what she was doing to him.

He pushed the bar up with more force than necessary.

“She got me fucked up,” Jimmy admitted after he racked it again. “In the best way.”

Jey chuckled, switching spots with him. “You sound like you ready to wife her already.”

He didn’t deny it. He just grabbed his water bottle and took a long drink, mind already fast-forwarding to later. Picking her up from his mama’s house and seeing what she learned in the kitchen. Then taking her back to his place… probably peeling that hoodie off her slowly and putting his mouth on every spot he rubbed lotion on earlier.

His dick twitched in his shorts at the thought.

Jey noticed the faraway look and laughed again. “Yeah… you gone, bro.”

Jimmy just shook his head, a small smile still on his face as he got ready for his next set.

He was already counting down the minutes until he could go get his girl.

Once he finished his set and sat up on the bench, chest heaving, sweat rolling down his back. Jey was still grinning at him like he knew something.

“Man, you really over here smiling and shit while you lifting,” Jey said, loading more weight onto the bar. “I ain’t never seen you like this over no female before since you was with ol’ girl.. What she do to you?”

He wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt, then grabbed his phone from his bag. He unlocked it and stared at the screen for a second before typing.

“She just… different,” he muttered, still looking at his phone. “Ain’t on no bullshit. She real. And she got that soft shit about her that make a man wanna protect her and fuck her at the same time.”

Jey laughed loud. “Ohhh, so it’s like that?”

Jimmy didn’t answer right away. He was too busy typing out a text to Treasure.

Jimmy🩶: How you doing over there with my mama? She ain’t working you too hard in that kitchen is she?

He hit send, then looked up at Jey with a small smirk.

“She let me rub lotion on her in the middle of Bath & Body Works earlier,” Jimmy said, voice low. “Had her picking out scents and letting me smell ‘em on her skin. Whole time she was getting shy but still letting me touch her. Then she got in the car wearing nothing but my hoodie… legs out and shit.”

Jey shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, your fucked.”

Jimmy’s phone vibrated. He looked down quick.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: I’m good 😊 Your mom is really sweet. We’re making sweet potato pie right now. She keeps asking me questions about you though 👀

Jimmy chuckled under his breath and typed back.

Jimmy🩶: She nosy as hell lol. Don’t tell her too much. And tell her I said stop tryna steal my girl.

He stared at the screen a second longer, thumb hovering before he added another message.

Jimmy🩶: You still wearing my hoodie?

He locked his phone and slid it back in his bag, but his mind was already drifting. He could still see Treasure standing in his mama’s doorway earlier, looking all nervous but excited. Could still feel how soft her thighs were when he had his face between them last night. How she sounded when she came. How she looked this morning with his nut all over her tits, trying to hide her face like she didn’t just have him weak.

Jey clapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of it.

“Aight lover boy, you up on these squats or what?”

Jimmy stood up, rolling his shoulders, but his phone was already on his mind again. He was itching to see if she texted back.

“Yeah… let’s get it,” he said, but his head wasn’t really in the gym anymore.

He was already thinking about picking her up later. Already thinking about how he was gonna have her tonight.

Jimmy was on his third set of squats when his phone buzzed again. He racked the bar, wiped the sweat from his face with the bottom of his shirt, and grabbed his phone quick. Jey was already smirking at him from the leg press machine.

“Man, you checking that phone more than you checking your form,” Jey said, laughing. “She got you trained already.”

He flipped him off but couldn’t hide the small smile as he read the text.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️:  Still wearing it 😌 It smells like you. Your mom keeps giving me this look every time I fix the hem… I think she knows I don’t have anything on underneath 😂

That made his dick twitch in his shorts. He could picture her perfectly — standing in his mama’s kitchen in nothing but his oversized hoodie, those thick thighs on full display every time she moved. The thought of his mom catching on made him chuckle under his breath.

He typed back fast.

Jimmy🩶: Good. Keep it on. I like knowing you walking around my mama house with my smell all over you and nothing underneath.  

He stared at the screen for a second, thumb hovering, then added another message.

Jimmy🩶: I miss u tho might need to put my lips around them pretty ass pussy lips of yours again tryna see you cum again mama.

He locked the phone and slid it back in his bag before Jey could clown him again, but his mind was already gone.

Jimmy kept thinking about how she looked this morning — eyes all wide and innocent while she watched him playing with her titties.

“Yo,” Jey called out, snapping him back. “You gon’ finish this set or you just gon’ stand there daydreaming about that girl?”

Jimmy shook his head, smirking as he got back under the bar.

“Shut up and spot me.”

They moved through a few more exercises — deadlifts, pull-ups, some core work — but Jimmy’s focus was shot. Every time he closed his eyes during a set, he saw Treasure. The way she massaged his scalp, feeling all over his body so innocently while straddling on his lap.

His phone buzzed again while he was doing planks.

He dropped down and checked it immediately.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: Jimmy stoppp 😭 Your mom is literally right next to me rolling out pie crust and you talking about eating me out 

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: hmm someone is hornyyy🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Jimmy grinned, biting his bottom lip as he typed back.

Jimmy🩶:  hell yeah I am Don’t let my mama work you too hard. I still need you to have some energy left for me later.  

He paused, then sent one more.

Jimmy🩶: And when I come get you… that hoodie is coming off the second we get in the car.  

Jey walked over, towel around his neck, shaking his head.

“You really in love with that girl already, huh?”

He didn’t even deny it this time. He just locked his phone, slid it in his bag, and grabbed his water bottle.

“Maybe,” he said, still smirking. “Now mind your business and finish your set.”

But even as he said it, his mind was already on later — picking her up, seeing what she learned in the kitchen, then taking her home and finishing what they started this morning.

He was ready to wrap this gym session up.

Treasure stood at the kitchen counter, sleeves of Jimmy’s oversized hoodie pushed up to her elbows as she carefully measured out brown sugar for the sweet potato pie filling. The fabric still smelled like him — warm, clean, and masculine — and every time she moved, the hem brushed against the tops of her bare thighs, reminding her she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Jimmy’s mom, Mama Fatu, stood beside her rolling out pie crust with practiced ease, humming softly under her breath. The kitchen smelled like vanilla, cinnamon, and sweet potatoes. It was cozy. Warm. The kind of domestic moment Treasure hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Her phone buzzed on the counter.

She glanced down and immediately felt her face heat up.

Jimmy🩶:  hell yeah I am Don’t let my mama work you too hard. I still need you to have some energy left for me later.   Jimmy🩶: And when I come get you… that hoodie is coming off the second we get in the car.

Treasure’s stomach flipped. She quickly locked the screen and set the phone face-down, heart racing. Her pussy gave a soft, traitorous throb at the thought of him peeling his hoodie off her the moment they were alone again.

Mama Fatu  glanced over with a knowing little smile. “That boy texting you again?”

She let out a small, nervous laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah… he’s at the gym with Josh.”

“Mmhm,” his mom hummed, clearly amused. “That child been smiling at his phone like a fool since y’all started talking. I ain’t seen him like this in a long time.” She gave Treasure a gentle side-eye. “You must be doing something right, baby.”

Her cheeks burned hotter. She focused on stirring the filling, trying to ignore the way her thighs pressed together under the hoodie.

Her phone buzzed again.

She hesitated, then peeked at it.

Jimmy🩶: You still wearing my hoodie with nothing under it?  

Bet my mama don’t know you in her kitchen looking all innocent but really out here being nasty for me 😏

Treasure’s eyes went wide. She quickly turned the phone over again, biting her lip hard to keep from smiling — or moaning.

Mama Fatu chuckled softly, not even looking up from the crust she was crimping. “Go ahead and text him back, baby. I ain’t gon’ peek.”

She let out a shaky little laugh, cheeks on fire. She picked up the phone again, thumbs hovering as she tried to think of a reply that wouldn’t get her in trouble.

She typed quickly

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: Jimmy you are so bad 😭 Your mom is literally standing right here and you talking crazy.  

She paused, then added one more line before she could stop herself.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: …yes I’m still wearing it. And nothing underneath. Happy now? 🙄

She hit send and immediately regretted how bold that last part was. Her heart was pounding.

Mama Fatu wiped her hands on a dish towel and looked over at her with a warm, motherly smile.

“You know,” mama fatu said gently, “Jimmy’s had a lot of girls come around over the years. But you… you different. He looks at you like you already his. And the way you look at him back?” She gave Treasure a knowing little nod. “Y’all got something real. I can feel it.”

Treasure’s chest tightened in the best way. She smiled softly, still feeling the heat between her legs from Jimmy’s texts.

“Thank you, Mama Fatu,” Treasure said quietly. “That… means a lot.”

His mom reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Now,” she said, brightening again, “let’s get this pie in the oven so you can tell me more about how my son been treating you. And don’t you dare leave out the good parts.”

She laughed, cheeks still warm, and glanced at her phone one more time — waiting to see if Jimmy would text back before she got too deep into this mother-daughter conversation.

Treasure was still smiling softly from Miss Anita’s words when the older woman suddenly let out a small sigh and shook her head, like something had just crossed her mind.

“You know…” Mama Fatu started, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she leaned against the counter. “I mentioned this at that little get-together we had a while back, but it’s been on my mind again lately.”

She looked up from the pie filling she was stirring, her stomach doing a small flip at the sudden shift in tone.

Mama Fatu gave her a gentle but serious look. “That girl Jimmy used to mess with… the one he was with before you came around. Lord, I never liked her. Not one bit.”

Treasure’s hand slowed on the spoon. She stayed quiet, listening.

“They were toxic, baby. Real toxic,” Mama Fatu continued, her voice low but honest. “She had him all twisted up — arguing, fighting, making him feel like he was never enough. Always drama. Always some mess. I used to tell him, ‘Son, that ain’t love. That’s stress.’ But you know how these boys are… hard-headed.”

She shook her head again, lips pressed together like the memory still irritated her.

“I used to pray he’d wake up and see what she was doing to him. And when he finally did… whew.” She let out a small laugh, but there was no humor in it. “I thanked God. That girl was no good for my son. She didn’t bring out the best in him. She brought out the worst.”

Treasure swallowed quietly, her fingers tightening around the spoon. She could feel her heartbeat in her chest. Hearing about Jimmy’s ex like this — especially while standing in his mama’s kitchen wearing nothing but his hoodie — made something twist in her stomach. Not jealousy exactly… but something close. A quiet, uneasy curiosity mixed with the tiniest flicker of insecurity.

‘Was she prettier than me? Did she do things I don’t do? Did Jimmy love her more?’

Mama Fatu must’ve noticed the shift in Treasure’s face because she reached over and gently touched her arm.

“But you…” she said, her voice softening again. “You different, baby. I can see it. The way he looks at you? The way he talks about you? That boy is gone. And I ain’t seen him this happy and calm in a long time. You bring peace to him. That other girl never did that.”

Treasure’s cheeks warmed. She looked down at the pie filling, stirring slowly so she wouldn’t have to meet Mama Fatu’s eyes right away.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” she admitted softly. “He hasn’t really told me much about her.”

Mama Fatu gave her a knowing little smile. “And he probably won’t. That chapter is closed. But I just wanted you to know… I see how he is with you. And I like it. I like *you* with him.”

She felt her chest tighten in the best and most overwhelming way. She nodded, voice quiet.

“Thank you, Mama Fatu.”

The older woman patted her hand once more before going back to the crust like she hadn’t just dropped that bomb.

“Now,” she said, brightening again, “let’s get this pie in the oven before my son comes back acting like he starving.”

She smiled, but her mind was still spinning. She could feel her phone buzzing again on the counter — probably another text from Jimmy — but she didn’t reach for it yet.

Her thoughts were too full.

Treasure kept stirring the pie filling slowly, the wooden spoon moving in lazy circles as the warm, sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled the kitchen. Her heart was beating a little faster than before. She could still feel the weight of Mama Fatu’s words hanging in the air.

She hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek before she finally spoke, her voice soft and careful.

“…What was her name? The girl Jimmy used to date.”

Mama Fatu paused what she was doing and glanced over at her. There was no judgment in her eyes — just understanding.

“Her name was Tasha, They were together for almost two years. Off and on, mostly.”

Treasure nodded slowly, still stirring. She could feel the heat from the oven warming her bare legs under Jimmy’s hoodie.

“What… what made it so toxic?” she asked next, her voice even softer. “You said she had him twisted up. What did she do?”

Mama Fatu let out a small sigh and wiped her hands on her apron. She leaned her hip against the counter, giving Treasure her full attention now.

“She was controlling, baby. Always accusing him of things he wasn’t doing. Always starting arguments over nothing. She’d go through his phone, show up at his house unannounced, cuss him out in front of people… just messy. And when he tried to pull away, she’d cry and make him feel guilty. It was a cycle. He was always stressed, always fighting. I used to hate seeing my son like that.”

Treasure’s stomach twisted a little. She finally looked up, meeting Mama Fatu’s eyes.

“Did he… love her?” The question came out quieter than she meant it to.

Mama Fatu gave her a gentle, knowing look.

“He thought he did at the time. But love ain’t supposed to feel like that. That wasn’t love, baby. That was attachment mixed with drama. When he finally walked away for good, it 

She reached over and gently touched Treasure’s arm.

“You don’t gotta worry about her, you hear me? That chapter is closed. And between me 

Treasure felt her cheeks warm again. Sheback down at the bowl, stirring see how much her.

Her phone buzzed on the 

She didn’t reach for it right away. Her mind was too full — thinking about this girl Tasha, wondering what she looked like, what she had that made Jimmy stay for two years… and wondering if she could ever compare.

Still, a small, selfish part of her felt relieved hearing how much Mama Fatu disliked her.

Treasure took a quiet breath and asked one more question, her voice barely above a whisper.

“…Did she ever come around here? To your house?”

Mama Fatu shook her head firmly.

“Once. And I told Jimmy after that, ‘Don’t bring her back here again.’ I meant it.”

She gave Treasure a warm, reassuring smile.

“You though? You can come over anytime. You belong here.”

Treasure smiled softly, heart fluttering in her chest even as her mind kept turning over everything she just heard.

Her phone buzzed again.

This time, she picked it up.

Treasure picked up her phone from the counter, trying to keep her expression neutral while Mama Fatu continued rolling out the pie crust beside her. She unlocked the screen and immediately felt her stomach flip at the new messages from Jimmy.

Three messages from Jimmy 🩶

Jimmy🩶:  can’t wait to see u when I come pick u up mama imma need that, couldn’t even focus on my workout but all u can think about is u  Jimmy🩶: wanna kiss you, touch you, rub my fingers all over that pretty pussy of yours ma. Wanna hear you moan my name loud knowing who u belong to. Jimmy🩶: I need u bad mama

Treasure’s cheeks burned hot. She quickly pressed the phone against her chest for a second, heart pounding. The mix of his filthy words and the memory of this morning had her thighs pressing together under the hoodie. She could already feel herself getting wet again just from reading it.

But then her eyes drifted back to the counter, and her mind went somewhere else.

Tasha.

The name sat heavy in her chest now. She couldn’t stop wondering what Tasha looked like. Was she prettier? More experienced? Did she do things in bed that Treasure didn’t know how to do yet? Jimmy had been with her for almost two years… that had to mean something, right? Even if it was toxic.

Treasure stared at Jimmy’s dirty texts again, but instead of just feeling turned on, a small, quiet insecurity started creeping in.

What if he’s comparing me to her? What if I’m not as good? What if he gets bored of me too?

She swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure what to even reply. Part of her wanted to say something flirty back… but another part of her suddenly felt a little small.

Mama Fatu glanced over and raised an eyebrow, noticing the shift in Treasure’s face.

“You alright, baby?” she asked gently. “You got quiet all of a sudden.”

Treasure forced a small smile and quickly locked her phone, setting it face-down again.

“Yeah… I’m good,” she said softly, even though her mind was spinning. “Just… thinking.”

She picked the spoon back up and started stirring the pie filling again, but her heart wasn’t in it anymore. Jimmy’s texts had her flustered and aching between her legs… but the conversation about his ex had planted something uneasy in her chest that she couldn’t quite shake.

She glanced at her phone one more time, screen still dark, and wondered if she should even text him back right now.

Treasure stared at Jimmy’s messages for a few more seconds, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Her body was still reacting — cheeks warm, pussy softly throbbing from his filthy words — but her mind kept circling back to Tasha. To the two years. To the toxicity Mama Fatu described.

She didn’t feel as bold anymore.

She typed back slowly, keeping it short and a little distant.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: lol I’m still wearing it… your mom is right here so I can’t really talk like that right now   Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: We’re almost done with the pie. Take your time at the gym  

She hit send and quickly locked the phone again, setting it face-down on the counter. No emojis. No teasing back. Just… safe. Neutral.

Mama Fatu was humming again, sliding the pie into the oven, but Treasure could feel her glancing over every now and then. She tried to focus on cleaning up the counter, wiping down the mixing bowls, but her thoughts kept drifting.

*What if he expects me to be like her?*  

*What if I’m too shy… or not experienced enough?*

Even though Mama Fatu had reassured her, the insecurity still sat heavy in her chest. Jimmy’s texts had her wanting him so bad… but now she felt a little guarded. A little unsure.

Her phone buzzed again on the counter.

She didn’t pick it up right away. Instead, she kept wiping the same spot on the counter, heart beating faster as she waited to see what he’d say next.

Jimmy was in the middle of a set on the leg press when his phone buzzed on the bench beside him. He finished his reps, racked the weight, and grabbed his phone, wiping sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his shirt.

He opened Treasure’s message and immediately frowned.

Treasure🧘🏼‍♀️: We’re almost done with the pie. I’m good.  See you when you finish at the gym.

That was it.

No teasing. No shy little emojis. No “stoppp 😭” like she usually sent when he talked nasty to her. Just… short. Dry. Not like her at all.

Jimmy stared at the screen for a second, thumb hovering. He could feel the shift in her energy through the text. Something was off.

Jey walked over, towel around his neck. “You good, uce?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy muttered, still looking at his phone. “Just… she actin’ a little different all of a sudden.”

He didn’t wait. He typed back right away.

Jimmy🩶: You good? You seem quiet all of a sudden.  

He stared at the screen, waiting. When she didn’t reply immediately, he typed again.

Jimmy🩶: Did my mama say something crazy? Or did I do something?  

He paused, then added one more message, softer this time.

Jimmy🩶: Talk to me, mama. You was just letting me rub lotion on you in the store earlier and now you actin’ distant. What’s goin’ on?

Jimmy locked his phone and set it down, but his mind wasn’t on the workout anymore. He kept glancing at it every few seconds, waiting for those three little dots to pop up.

Something had changed between when he dropped her off and now. And he didn’t like the feeling sitting in his chest.

Jey raised an eyebrow at him. “She good?”

Jimmy shook his head slowly, still staring at his phone.

“I don’t know yet,” he said quietly. “But I’m about to find out.”

He grabbed his water bottle, but his focus was completely gone. All he could think about was getting to his mama’s house and seeing Treasure’s face for himself.

✎ᝰ.

Jimmy kept glancing at his phone between sets.

Nothing.

No reply from Treasure.

He sent those last three texts over fifteen minutes ago and still… nothing. Just read receipts. She was definitely seeing them.

He tried to shake it off and focus on his last set of deadlifts, but his head wasn’t in it. Every time he bent down to grab the bar, his mind went straight to her. The way she’d gone quiet. The short, dry replies. Something had shifted and he could feel it in his chest.

Jey noticed.

“Uce… you good? You been checking that phone like it owe you money.”

Jimmy racked the bar harder than necessary and wiped his face. “She stopped texting back. She was good when I dropped her off, now she actin’ all short with me.”

Jey gave him a look. “You gon’ finish this workout or you about to dip?”

Jimmy didn’t even hesitate.

“I’m out.”

He didn’t bother with the rest of his sets. He grabbed his towel, chugged some water, and started packing up his bag while Jey just shook his head, half-laughing.

“Damn. That girl really got you wrapped already.”

Jimmy didn’t even deny it. He just dapped Jey up quick.

“I’ll hit you later.”

He was already walking toward the exit before Jey could say anything else.

The whole drive to his mama’s house, Jimmy kept one hand on the wheel and the other checking his phone every few seconds like it might magically light up. It didn’t. Treasure stayed quiet.

By the time he pulled up in front of the house, his stomach was tight. He killed the engine, sat there for a second, then got out and headed up the walkway.

He didn’t even knock — just used his key and stepped inside.

The smell of sweet potato pie hit him immediately. He could hear his mama’s voice in the kitchen, talking about something, and then… Treasure’s softer voice answering.

Jimmy walked into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.

Treasure was still in his hoodie, sleeves pushed up, standing at the counter with flour on her hands. She looked up when he walked in, and for a split second he saw it — that little flicker of something in her eyes. Not the usual soft, warm look she gave him. Something smaller. Distant.

Mama Fatu turned around with a big smile.

“Well look who decided to show up early,” she teased. “Gym must’ve been boring without your girl.”

Jimmy gave his mama a quick smile but his eyes stayed on Treasure.

“Yeah… something like that.”

He stepped further into the kitchen, moving straight to Treasure. Without saying anything else, he gently took her hand — the one with flour on it — and pulled her a little closer to him, his other hand resting on her waist under the hoodie like he always did.

His voice dropped low, just for her.

“You ain’t text me back.”

It wasn’t accusatory. Just quiet. Concerned.

Treasure looked up at him, lips parting like she was about to say something… but nothing came out right away.

Jimmy’s thumb brushed slow circles on her waist, eyes searching her face.

“What’s goin’ on, mama?” Jimmy asked softly. “Talk to me.”

Treasure’s heart jumped when Jimmy walked into the kitchen. He looked fresh from the gym — still a little sweaty, muscles pumped, that concerned look in his eyes as he came straight to her.

She felt his big hands on her immediately — one taking her flour-dusted hand, the other sliding under the hoodie to rest on her bare waist. His touch was warm and possessive, just like always.

“You ain’t text me back, What’s goin’ on, mama? Talk to me.”

Treasure swallowed hard. She didn’t want to bring up Tasha. Not here. Not right now in front of his mom, and honestly… not at all. She didn’t want Jimmy thinking she was insecure or digging into his past. She just wanted to push it down.

She forced a small smile and shrugged lightly, looking up at him with what she hoped was a convincing expression.

“I’m okay,” Treasure said softly, squeezing his hand back. “Really. We just got caught up in baking and I lost track of time. The pie smells good, right?”

Mama Fatu was watching them with a knowing little smile but didn’t say anything, just turned back to the oven to give them a moment.

Jimmy didn’t look fully convinced. His thumb kept rubbing slow circles on her waist under the hoodie, like he was trying to read her through her skin.

“You sure?” he asked, voice low so only she could hear. “You was texting me earlier… then you went quiet. If I said something wrong, tell me.”

Treasure shook her head quickly, leaning into his chest a little, letting his scent and warmth calm the uneasy feeling in her stomach.

“I’m good, Jimmy. I promise, Just… tired from standing in the kitchen, that’s all.”

She reached up and gently touched his chest, trying to distract him with affection instead of the truth.

Jimmy studied her face for another long second, then sighed softly and kissed her forehead.

“Aight, But we gon’ talk about it later when we get home. I don’t like when you shut down on me.”

He pulled her closer for a moment, hugging her tight against his body, one hand still possessively on her waist under the hoodie. Treasure melted into him even though her mind was still spinning with thoughts of Tasha.

Mama Fatu cleared her throat with a smile.

“Alright y’all, the pie’s cooling. Jimmy, take some home with you. Treasure did most of the work.”

Treasure gave his mom a grateful smile, still staying tucked against Jimmy’s side.

Just as Jimmy grabbed the warm pie dish from the counter and Treasure picked up her small bag of things, Mama Fatu stepped closer and gently placed her hand on Treasure’s arm, stopping them before they could walk out.

“Hold on a second, baby,” she said softly, her voice warm but serious.

Treasure turned to face her, heart still heavy with everything she’d heard earlier about Tasha. Jimmy stood right beside her, one hand resting protectively on her lower back.

Mama Fatu looked between the two of them, then focused on Treasure with kind but knowing eyes.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours right now,” she said gently, “but I can tell something’s weighing on you. Whatever it is… don’t let old stories mess with what’s happening right in front of you.”

She gave Treasure’s arm a light, reassuring squeeze.

“Jimmy’s past is just that — the past. That girl had her time and she ruined it. You? You’re here now. And I see how my son lights up when you’re around. Don’t dim your own light worrying about somebody who couldn’t even keep hers shining right.”

Mama Fatu pulled Treasure into a warm hug, holding her for a moment before letting go.

“You hear me?” she added with a small smile. “You’re good for him. And he’s good for you. Trust that.”

Treasure felt her eyes sting a little. She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Yes ma’am,” she whispered.

Jimmy stayed quiet, but Treasure could feel his hand gently rubbing her back, steady and comforting.

Mama Fatu turned to her son and pointed at him. “And you — take care of this one. Don’t make me have to remind you.”

Jimmy gave a small smile and nodded. “I got her, Ma.”

With that, Mama Fatu handed them the pie and shooed them toward the door with one last warm smile.

“Call me tomorrow, Treasure. We still got more recipes to go through.”

They said their final goodbyes to Mama Fatu at the door, the warm pie carefully placed in the back seat. Jimmy opened the passenger door for Treasure like always, his hand lingering on her lower back as she climbed in. The oversized hoodie rode up her thighs as she sat down, and she quickly tugged it back into place.

Jimmy got in on the driver’s side, started the car, and pulled away from the curb. The second the house was out of sight, the comfortable silence between them shifted.

He didn’t even wait until they reached the end of the block.

“Alright, mama,” Jimmy said, voice low and serious as he glanced over at her. One hand stayed on the steering wheel, the other reached over and rested on her bare thigh, squeezing gently. “What’s wrong? For real this time.”

Treasure’s stomach tightened. She kept her eyes on the road ahead, fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“I told you… I’m okay,” she murmured, trying to sound convincing.

Jimmy wasn’t having it. He gave her thigh another squeeze, thumb stroking the soft skin there.

“Nah. You been acting distant since I picked you up. You barely texted me back, and when you did it was dry as hell. Something’s on your mind.” He paused, glancing at her again. “Did my mama say something that got you in your head?”

Treasure bit her lip, heart racing. She could still hear Mama Fatu’s voice talking about Tasha — how toxic they were, how pretty she was, how she had Jimmy twisted up for two years. The insecurity was sitting heavy in her chest, making her feel small.

She shifted in her seat, the leather cool against the backs of her bare thighs.

“I just… got tired, that’s all, The kitchen was hot and we were talking and… I don’t know.”

Jimmy let out a small breath, clearly not believing her. His hand slid a little higher up her thigh, under the hem of the hoodie, warm and possessive.

“Treasure.” His voice was softer now, but firm. “Talk to me. You know I hate when you shut down like this. Did something happen while I was at the gym?”

The car felt smaller. His scent — fresh from the gym mixed with his cologne — filled the space. She could feel the heat of his palm on her skin, the gentle way his fingers kept stroking her thigh like he was trying to coax the truth out of her.

She wanted to tell him. She wanted to ask about Tasha. But the words kept getting stuck in her throat.

Treasure shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, the cool leather sticking to the backs of her bare thighs under Jimmy’s oversized hoodie. His hand was still on her leg, warm and heavy, thumb stroking slow circles that normally would’ve had her melting. Right now it just made her feel exposed.

“I’m fine, Jimmy. Really,” she tried again, forcing a small smile as she finally glanced over at him. “Your mom and I just had a long day in the kitchen. The pie turned out good though. You should be excited about that.”

She reached down and gently placed her hand on top of his, like that would convince him.

Jimmy’s jaw flexed. He didn’t pull his hand away, but he also didn’t accept the deflection. He kept his eyes on the road for a moment, then looked straight at her when they stopped at a red light.

“Nah, Treasure. Stop that, You ain’t fine. You went from letting me talk crazy to you in the store and texting me back all shy… to this dry-ass energy the second I picked you up. Something changed.”

His hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers slipping fully under the hem of the hoodie now, gripping the soft, bare skin there.

“I ain’t stupid, mama. And I hate guessing games. So tell me what’s really going on.”

Treasure’s heart pounded. She could feel the heat of his palm so close to her pussy, the way his fingers flexed like he was fighting the urge to touch her more. The car suddenly felt too small, too warm. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, but that only trapped his hand tighter against her.

“I just…” She swallowed hard, looking out the window instead of at him. “Your mom mentioned some stuff about your ex. That’s all. It got in my head a little, but it’s nothing. I’m over it.”

Jimmy went quiet for a second. The light turned green, but he didn’t move right away. His grip on her thigh tightened just a little.

“Tasha,” he said flatly, like the name left a bad taste in his mouth. “She brought her up again, didn’t she?”

Treasure nodded slightly, still not looking at him.

Jimmy let out a slow breath, then finally started driving again. But his hand never left her thigh.

“Look at me,” he said after a moment, voice softer but still serious. “I don’t want you sitting there comparing yourself to her. That shit is dead. She’s the past for a reason. My mama told you the truth — it was toxic as hell. I was young and dumb and stayed way longer than I should’ve.”

He gave her thigh a firm, reassuring squeeze.

“But you? You different. You make me feel shit I ain’t felt with nobody else. So whatever my mama said… don’t let that shit make you pull away from me. Aight?”

He glanced over at her again, eyes dark and intense.

“And when we get home… I’m taking this hoodie off you and reminding you exactly who you are to me.”

The rest of the ride home was quiet, but the air between them felt thick. Jimmy’s hand stayed high on her thigh the entire time, fingers possessively stroking her bare skin under the hoodie. Every so often he’d squeeze, like he was reminding her she was his. By the time they pulled into his driveway, Treasure’s heart was racing and her pussy was already wet from the tension and his constant touching.

As soon as the car door shut behind them, Jimmy didn’t waste time.

He took the pie from the back seat and set it on the counter the second they stepped inside. Then he turned to her, eyes dark and hungry.

“Come here,”

Before she could respond, he pulled her into him, backing her up against the wall in the hallway. His mouth was on hers instantly — deep, demanding, and full of everything he’d been holding back since the gym. His tongue slid against hers as one hand gripped her throat gently, the other sliding straight under the hoodie to cup her bare ass.

“Been thinking about this all day,” Jimmy growled against her lips, squeezing her soft flesh hard. “You had me worried as fuck in the car… now I’m gon’ remind you who this pussy belongs to.”

Treasure moaned into his mouth as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. The hoodie rode all the way up to her hips, exposing her completely. She could feel how hard he was already, his thick, curved dick pressing against her bare pussy through his sweatpants.

Jimmy carried her straight to the bedroom, kissing her the whole way like he couldn’t get enough. He dropped her onto the bed and immediately pulled the hoodie up and off her body in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.

“Fuck…” he breathed, staring down at her naked body. “Look at you.”

He climbed on top of her, mouth latching onto one of her nipples while his hand slid between her thighs. Two thick fingers rubbed slow circles over her swollen clit before pushing inside her soaked pussy.

“Already this wet for me?” he groaned against her breast, curling his fingers deep. “Even after you tried to shut down on me earlier… this pussy still knows who it wants.”

Treasure arched her back, moaning loudly as he fingered her with steady, possessive strokes. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while his thumb kept rubbing her clit.

“Jimmy…” she whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders.

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, still working her pussy with his fingers.

“Don’t ever doubt what you mean to me, That ex shit? Dead. You the only one I want. The only one I need.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, grinding his hard dick against her thigh as he fingered her faster.

Jimmy hovered over her, completely clothed while she lay naked beneath him, legs spread around his hips. His fingers were buried deep in her soaked pussy, stroking that perfect spot inside her while his thumb circled her swollen clit. Every slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers made her whimper and clench around him.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her chest ache.

“Don’t ever shut me out like that again I don’t give a fuck what my mama said about Tasha. That shit is dead and buried. She couldn’t even keep me happy for two years. You? You got me smiling like a fool all day, rushing out the gym ‘cause I couldn’t stand you being quiet on me.”

He curled his fingers deeper, hitting that spot again as he kissed her slow and deep.

“You hear me, Treasure?” Jimmy whispered against her lips. “You’re the only one I want. The only one I’m thinking about when I’m at the gym, when I’m in the shower, when I’m beating my dick like I did this morning. That ex? She never made me feel like this. Never.”

Treasure moaned loudly as he added a third finger, stretching her open while his thumb kept perfect pressure on her clit. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in.

“Jimmy… fuck…” Treasure gasped.

He kissed down her neck, sucking hard on her pulse point before pulling back to look at her again.

“You’re mine now, mama. This pussy is mine. This body is mine. And I’m yours. I don’t want nobody else. So stop letting old shit get in your head. You’re better than her in every way — the way you touch me, the way you look at me, the way you make me feel when I’m inside you…”

He pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room as he ground his hard, curved dick against her thigh through his sweatpants.

“You feel how hard I am for you?” he groaned, voice getting raspier. “That’s all you, baby. Ain’t nobody else doing this to me. Just you.”

Jimmy leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers kept working her closer and closer to the edge. His free hand gripped her throat gently, thumb stroking her jaw.

“Tell me you understand,” he said against her breast, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Tell me you know you’re the one I want.”

Jimmy’s fingers were relentless — thick, deep, and curling perfectly inside her soaked pussy while his thumb rubbed tight circles on her throbbing clit. The wet, filthy sounds of him fingering her filled the bedroom as he sucked on her nipple, eyes locked on her face the entire time.

Every word he said hit her deep, melting away some of the insecurity even as her body trembled under him.

When he pulled back from her breast and demanded, “Tell me you understand… Tell me you know you’re the one I want,” Treasure couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I hear you, Jimmy… I hear youuu, fuck—” she moaned loudly, her voice breaking as his fingers hit that spot again. Her back arched hard off the bed, thighs shaking around his hand. “I hear you, baby… oh my god—”

Jimmy groaned in satisfaction, his eyes darkening with lust and relief. He sped up his fingers, fucking her deeper, wetter, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit with every thrust.

“That’s right, mama,” he rasped, voice thick. “You hear me? Good. ‘Cause I’m not playing with you. That ex shit don’t mean nothing. She never got this pussy dripping like this for her. She never had me rushing home, hard as a brick, just to get inside you.”

He leaned down and kissed her messily, tongue sliding against hers as he kept fingering her harder. His hand around her throat tightened just enough to make her head spin in the best way.

“You’re the only one who makes me feel like this,” he growled against her mouth. “The only one I want moaning my name. The only one I wanna come home to wearing my hoodie with nothing underneath. You understand?”

Treasure nodded frantically, whimpering into his mouth as the pressure built fast between her legs.

“Yes… yes, I understand,” she gasped, her walls clenching tight around his fingers. “Jimmy, please—”

He smirked against her lips, adding a third finger and curling them perfectly.

“That’s my good girl. Now cum for me, Treasure. Show me this pussy knows who it belongs to.”

His fingers moved faster, deeper, his thumb pressing firm on her clit while his mouth claimed hers again. The reassurance, the dominance, the way he was completely focused on her — it was overwhelming in the best way.

That’s when she snapped.

Everything Jimmy was saying — the deep reassurance mixed with that rough, possessive tone — finally pushed her over the edge.

“Oh my god— Jimmy!” Treasure cried out loudly, her voice cracking as the orgasm crashed through her hard. Her back arched sharply off the bed, pushing her full tits into his chest. Her pussy clamped down tight around his thick fingers, milking them rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body.

Her legs shook uncontrollably around his hand, thighs trembling violently as she came all over his fingers. Fresh wetness gushed out, soaking his palm and dripping down between her ass cheeks onto the sheets. She couldn’t stop the loud, broken moans spilling from her lips as her walls fluttered and squeezed him desperately.

“Fuuuuck… yes… Jimmyyy—” she whimpered, eyes rolling back, nails digging deep into his shoulders.

Jimmy didn’t stop. He kept fingering her through it, slow and deep, drawing out every last pulse of her orgasm while whispering hot against her ear.

“That’s it, mama… cum for me. Good fucking girl. Look at you soaking my hand… all that for me.”

He kissed her through the aftershocks, swallowing her moans as her body twitched and trembled beneath him. When her orgasm finally started to fade, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean while staring down at her with dark, hungry eyes.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned. “And you look even better when you’re falling apart for me.”

Treasure lay there panting, chest heaving, legs still twitching slightly. Her body felt boneless, but the heat between her thighs only grew stronger as Jimmy stripped his shirt off, revealing all those tribal tattoos and hard muscle. His sweatpants followed, his thick, curved dick springing free — already rock hard and leaking for her.

He climbed back on top of her, pressing his bare skin against hers in that intimate skin-to-skin contact she was quickly becoming addicted to.

“You still with me, baby?” he asked softly, brushing damp curls from her forehead while the head of his cock rubbed teasingly against her sensitive, soaked folds. “Or you need a minute?”

His voice was gentle, but his body was radiating pure hunger.

Treasure’s legs were shaking violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably as the intense orgasm continued to ripple through her body. She couldn’t stop the soft, broken whimpers escaping her lips, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Jimmy slowly pulled his fingers from her dripping pussy and gently spread her legs wider. Instead of climbing on top of her right away, he moved down her body, pressing soft, soothing kisses along her inner thighs.

His lips were warm and gentle against her oversensitive skin, kissing and licking the wetness that had dripped down her thighs. Every kiss sent little aftershocks through her, making her legs jerk and twitch against his shoulders.

“Easy, baby… I got you,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and tender. “You came so fucking hard for me. Look at these pretty legs shaking… that’s all mine.”

He took his time, kissing one thigh, then the other, sucking lightly on the soft flesh while his hands rubbed slow, comforting strokes up and down her legs, trying to calm the trembling. His damp curls brushed against her skin as he moved closer to her still-throbbing pussy.

“You’re so beautiful when you fall apart like this,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss right above her clit. “So wet… so sensitive… and all for me.”

Treasure let out a shaky moan, one hand reaching down to thread through his curls as her legs continued to tremble around his head. The mix of his gentle kisses and the filthy praise had her head spinning.

Jimmy looked up at her from between her thighs, eyes dark and full of lust, but also something softer.

“I meant every word I said earlier,” he told her, voice husky as he kissed her inner thigh again. “Tasha could never make me feel like this. Never made me rush home just to taste this pussy. You’re the only one, Treasure. The only one I want.”

He gave her one more slow, soothing kiss on her thigh before his tongue flicked teasingly over her swollen clit, making her hips jerk.

“You still shaking, mama…” he groaned softly, kissing her again. “Let me take care of you some more.”

sugar talkin’

a/n: ngl ive been making a lot of lengthy ass chapters lately but its worth it yk? And our girl Ressi dont need to be insecure about no hoe fr fr she the baddest.

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Ghost Of You (R.J.) Chapter 3.8 Nonnegotiables

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (fingering, p in v sex)

2023-Chicago, Illinois

Richie sat on the couch, newspaper spread wide in front of him. His jaw was tight, his fingers tapping hard against the wood of the coffee table.

The same words kept running through his head. 'confusing, dissonance, sloppy, inconsistent, disappointed, overdone, tired, stale.'

His stomach twisted. 'Disappointed'. After everything he'd poured into that place? He read it again. And again. Just liked he's done all night.

Angie watched from the doorway for a few minutes before walking over to him. "I've been standing here for five minutes wearing nothing but a tank top and panties." She stood behind the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck. "That article cannot be more interesting than me. Put it away."

"I'm almost done."

"You've read it three times."

"That's not a lot."

"Three times this morning." She walked around the couch and sat on his lap, facing him. "I didn't even count last night."

"Look, I just gotta-"

She grabbed the paper from his hands. She crumpled it up into a ball and tossed it on the floor. "You're done."

"Angie, come on."

"Ever since we got back last night, I've been competing for your attention with a piece of paper." She placed her hands on his bare chest. "So forgive me if I wanna spend the last couple minutes before we have to leave with you."

He kissed the palm of her hand and looked up into her eyes. "I'm sorry. I just keep rereading it thinking about what I coulda done better."

"Richie, you're doing everything you can. Without you, I don't know where we'd be."

"I just...I don't wanna fail you guys."

She leaned closer against him and hugged him gently. "You won't. I love you."

"I love you too." His hands went to her hips.

Angie looked down at him before pressing her lips to his softly. She pulled back a few moments later, his bottom lip catching between her teeth. "I missed you." She whispered.

"Yeah?" His hands moved to her thighs. "You missed me, baby?"

"Yeah." She whimpered softly as his lips found her neck. "Richie."

"My pretty girl. Did I not give you enough attention?"

Angie shook her head. A gentle gasp fell from her lips when Richie's fingers softly rubbed her over her panties.

He pushed them to the side and pressed his two fingers against her wet clit. "You're so ready for me, huh, sweetheart?"

"Mhm." She nodded with soft moans as he curled his fingers inside her, keeping his thumb on her clit. "Fuck." Her one of her hands went to his bicep and gripped it tightly.

"You like my fingers in your pussy, baby?" He whispered, leaving kisses and soft bites on her ear. "That feel good?"

"So good, baby." Angie rocked her hips against his hand, trying to take them deeper. "Richie."

"I know, you want it so bad." His fingers disappeared from her pussy. "But you want my cock more, don't you?" They slipped into his mouth with a soft hum. "You taste so fucking good."

Angie lifted her hips so he could pulled his boxers down. After getting them off, he pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

"So fucking pretty, honey." His large hands cupped her breasts before he leaned forward to wrap his lips around her nipple.

She reached down to slip his length inside her and sank down onto him. “Oh my god." A soft gasp left her mouth before she began to move her hips.

"Oh, shit." Richie gripped her hips tightly to help her move against him. "You feel fucking amazing, baby. Just like that."

"Fuck, you're so deep." She moaned against his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time more messy and desperate.

"Yeah, baby, keep going. Lemme help you." He started moving his hips up to match her rhythm. "Fuck, that's so good."

Angie gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. Every thrust from him pulled another moan or whimper from her. "Yes, baby, yes."

"I know, I know." One of his hands went back in between them so he could rub her clit. "You're doing good. Keep going till you cum."

"I wanna cum with you, Richie."

Richie's breath came in rough, uneven bursts as he watched Angie. How her face flushed, her lips parted with every moan. He thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I'm close, baby." Richie whispered against her ear before sucking lightly at it.

"Fuck, yes." She groaned, before pulling him into another messy kiss.

His hips rolled up harder now with deeper thrusts that made the couch creak beneath them. The rhythm was perfect for the both of them. It was slow and teasing when she needed it sweet, then fast and urgent when she needed more.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. I'm gonna cum in that pretty pussy."

"Oh my god, Richie, fuck!" She groaned as her nails sunk into his skin deeper. "I'm so close!"

"Yeah? Gonna cum with me, baby?"

She nodded and pressed her forehead against his, trying to steal more kisses in between their moans and gasps.

"Shit! That's it, baby, take it." He her hips close to his as he came inside her.

"Oh my god, oh my god, fuck." Angie whispered against his lips as she came a few moments after him.

Richie leaned his head back against the couch and breathed heavily for a minute. She leaned forward against his chest and shut her eyes.

"I love you." He kissed her head. "I love you, I love you."

"I love you too." She let herself relax for a couple moments before she sat up quickly. "We're supposed to be there at eight."

"What time is it?"

She climbed off of him and searched for her phone. She picked it up off of the counter and groaned. "It's seven forty eight!"

"Shit."

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"We are so fucked." Angie whispered as they got out of her car and headed inside the restaurant. "They're gonna know something's up if we're both late."

"We'll just say you picked me up and there was traffic."

"We're fucked."

They opened the kitchen door and had five pairs of eyes on them.

"Oh shit." Richie said. "Gang's all here. What's this?"

"It's half past eight."

"There was traffic, you fucking jagoff."

"Hey, Unc." Angie gave him a soft smile. "Hey, Computer."

"Hi, my love."

"Angie."

"Hey." Natalie said from Carmy's phone.

"Hi, Sugar Bear."

"Hi, Nat."

"Anybody care to catch these two up?"

"We have a two month parachute." Sydney explained.

"Sick."

"No, not sick, Richie. Our parachute has holes. Big ones."

"Once the parachute runs out, they're suggesting-"

"Telling." Computer corrected her.

"They're telling us that we're gonna have to close the restaurant, because after that point-"

"It'll be like beating a dead horse."

Angie looked over at Jimmy with pleading eyes. "There has to be something we can do. We can't just give up on this place."

"I know, honey, I'm sorry. My hands are tied."

The group sat in silence for a long moment before Richie spoke up.

"May I speak for a moment?"

"Please."

"Okay, Uncle J, Uncle Computer, am I correct to assume that this presentation has something to do with a little unsavory article in the paper of record?"

"Would be safe to assume that, yeah."

"Alright. This is what I wanna say. I read that article very carefully. I admit, initially, I did bristle and dismiss it as the musings of some 'scustumad' millennial jagoff. No offense Ange."

"Non taken. I think."

"But upon reflection, and further rereading, and a cigarette, I realized that there was a lot of truth in that article. A lotta bullshit, but a lotta truth. It made me realize that I'm dropping the ball. That man came in three times, I shoulda known him. Not 'cause he's a critic, but because he's a repeat guest. There's no excuse for that, and I am very sorry."

"Richie, stop." Sydney said to him. "That's not on you."

"I appreciate that, Richie." Carmy chimed in. "But I really think I'm the one who needs to be taking the blame."

"Enough of martyr Carmen. Let me just finish."

"I'm tryna tell you it's my fault!"

"You're not listening to me!"

"No you're not listening to me!"

"I'm tryna tell you, I hired people to help me!"

"Stop fucking hiring people!"

"Everybody quit! I needed to replace them, that's science."

"Who quit?"

"Eric, Debbie, and David."

"Who the fuck are Eric, Debbie, and David?" Syd and Carmy asked.

"Debbie's really nice to me, Eric's kinda whatever, but David is the best." Neil told them.

"What about when we get the star?" Carmy asked.

"If."

"If we get the star?"

"Well, you've got that amount of time to do it." Computer pointed to the ticking clock on the counter behind them.

"Hey guys." Chuck popped his head through the window and waved. "Just wanted to let you know that we got a robot, so don't freak out when you see him riding around. His names Chuckie."

"What the fuck?"

"And what does Chuckie do?" Jimmy asked him.

"Chuckie delivers. I got it for free with the delivery app."

"Excellent work."

"Thank you, chef."

"Just so we're clear, no one can spend anymore money. I'm looking at you, Richard."

"Chuck's buying droids."

"It was free!"

"Look, I'm not hiring anybody else, okay?"

"Anybody else?"

"Richie, who'd you hire?" Angie looked to him.

"Nonnegotiables."

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Later that morning, the whole team gathered in the kitchen. In front of the expo stood Jessica, Rene, and Garrett.

"So," The woman asked. "What seems to be the biggest issue."

Everyone began to speak over each other, only a few breakthrough words could actually be heard.

"Communication."

"Changing the menu."

"No money."

"No time."

"Holes. Really big holes."

She sighed and nodded. "Got it. Let's start with signals. We're gonna communicate without saying anything."

"How do we do that?"

"If I'm making direct eye contact, and I'm making this motion," Garrett said, holding up two fingers to his chest. "You come to me."

"How do I know you're looking at me?"

"Neil, he'll be looking at you, baby." Angie softly responded to him.

"Chefs Carmen, Sydney, and Angie?"

"Yes?"

"Can you devote a daily twenty minute meeting to discuss menu with all staff?"

"Yes, chef."

"We can do that."

"Okay. Next up is the wine list. Gary, feeling good about pairings?"

"Yes, chef."

"Okay, wait, I got one." Jimmy pulled his phone out.

"Yes, Mr. Kalinowski?"

"What happens if a four top cancels day of, like just happened right fucking now?"

"Goddammit."

"Shit."

"Fuck me."

"It's fine." Jess told the group. "We're overbooked."

"We don't overbook." Richie said.

"I know, I do. Computer, your chart suggests that we average two no shows a night. So I'm gonna overbook by two tables."

"What if everyone shows?"

"They call that a champagne problem." She held up two cards, one green and one red. "These'll be on the expo. Green means we're on time, red means we're behind."

"Green good, red bad."

"Marcus, you prepped for tonight?"

"Almost, chef."

"Sounds like Marcus needs extra hands at pastry. Can anybody back him up?"

"Tell me what you need, Marcus. I got you."

"Thank you, chef Angie."

"Also," Richie chimed in. "When somebody stands up, do not fold the napkin. This is not a passive aggressive establishment."

"That's good." Chuck said. "I hate when people fuck with our shit."

"Exactly."

"That kind of efficiency doesn't seem cost efficient."

"No worries, Computer. We'll spend less and spend better."

"Like it in theory."

"Okay, anybody got anything?" She waited a few minutes for another interjection, but saw nothing but shaking heads. "That's reassuring. I'm on expo. Richie, Neil, Gary, Rene, and Garrett, you're out front. Everybody else is back here. Seven hours to service, two hours to beef window. Every second counts. Let's get to work."

"Chef!"

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