A FUCKIN BRAT

♡ ྀི༘͏Note: None of these fanfictions are mine. Credits to all their respective authors !

♡ ྀི༘͏Note 2: These contain Mom!Reader, so in some cases, the reader will be pregnant.

💐 = kids

🪷 = pregnancy

🌹= breeding leading to pregnancy 😉

🌶️ = smut

Part 4: Stubborn (one shot) 🪷 🌶️

Summary: Joel sees your baby bump for the first time.

(other parts of the one shot): 🌶️🌹🪷

• Prequel

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

After all (one shot) 🪷 🌶️

Summary: A morning in Jackson with your husband Joel and his kid Ellie, only ever since you got pregnant he has seemengly become insatiable.

snapshots (masterlist) 🪷💐

Summary: Moments of Joel Miller’s life in Jackson, Wyoming with his girls.

Just to be Sure (one shot) 🌹🌶️

Summary: Your husband Joel is desperate to get you pregnant again.

Bound in Bloom (one shot) 🪷 🌶️

Summary: Joel Miller never thought he’d find peace, not after all the years of running, fighting, and surviving. But here you were, standing in the kitchen of your farmhouse, your belly swollen beneath his favorite sundress on his birthday.

refined taste (one shot) 💐 🌶️

Summary: joel relishes in the taste of you.

request: Imagine no outbreak Joel seeing you doing a million steps nightly skin care routine and just laying under the covers and waiting for you to be done and come to bed already and slowly getting frustrated Maybe a little toddler cuddling in bed with him and Joel fake complaining to them about you “Mommy is taking a long time huh?” 💐

Unexpected Expectings (one shot) 🪷

Summary: It's a horrible idea, even living somewhere as safe as Jackson. But it's all she wants. Will Joel be able to accept her decision? Or will she have to do this alone?

(continuations of the one shot): 🪷💐🌶️

• We'll Be Expecting You,

• Not What You Expected,

• Talking Shop ,

• High Expectations,

• Unmet Expectations,

• Untitled,

• An Unexpected Addition,

• Unexpected Circumstances

Little Lamb (one shot)🌹🌶️

Summary: You and Joel decide on the future of you two when he sees how well you mother the lambs.

Joel Miller x Reader (one shot) 🪷

Summary: Pregnant reader saves Joel from Abby.

Honey-Do (one shot) 🌹🌶️

Summary: It’s Sunday, chore day, and Joel has a honey-do list item of his own: get his girl pregnant.

Hairspray (one shot) 🪷

Summary: Sarah finds Y/N’s hidden pregnancy tests.

request 1: Ps, I just imagine Joel shoving himself so deep that his (fucking massive, overflowing) balls are pressed tight to your labia, his pubes getting wet with how much slick there is, and trying to get as deep as possible so he has the best bet at breeding his sweet lil darlin 🌶️🌹

request 2: UR LAST JOEL BLURB HOLY SHIT omg I - think I just fainted. Anyyyway 🫠 I was wondering if you’d be open to writing a continuation of this where you’re in bed with Joel and he notices that your stomach has a slight bump that you didn’t notice… he goes insane when it’s confirmed that you’re pregnant, bending you over and spending the rest of the day on his knees behind you 🤭 🪷🌶️

A Christmas baby (one shot) 🪷💐

Summary: Joel and you have broken up towards the end of your pregnancy until Sarah convinces you to come to Tommy’s annual Christmas party.

Baby Daddy!Joel thoughts 🪷🌶️

Summary: SFW + NSFW baby daddy Joel thoughts

hiking (one shot) 💐

Summary: as a family, you go on a hike with your daughter.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 (drabble) 🪷

request: a joel miller x pregnant reader drabble where the reader wakes up Joel all excitedly because the baby is kicking?🥰

Caring Hand (one shot) 🪷

Summary: You're going on a trip with Joel, which means driving to the destination and it’s hours away… to make matters worse your morning sickness is at its worst. So Joel does his best to look after you.

Joel Miller x Reader (one shot) 💐

Summary: Home from the hospital, Joel is over protective after you give birth.

Shooting Stars (one shot) 🪷🌶️

Summary: You give Joel the best Christmas gift he could ever ask for. You make him a daddy.

keep you warm (masterlist) 🪷

Summary: You reveal to Joel that you are carrying his child. He vows to keep you both safe and warm, always.

darlin’ i’d wait for you (one shot) 🪷💐

Summary: “Ten fingers. Ten toes. And even if you had none of them, you’d still be the grandest thing I’ve ever seen.” - Emily Henry, Beach Read aka you and Joel have a baby.

And Then it Happened (one shot) 🌶️🪷

request: Hey, could you do a fic about Joel knocking up the reader, while living in Jackson? He's such a baby daddy and Everytime I read fics that says he pulled out during sex, I always think "hm, someday he's gonna get someone pregnant" since it's a very ineffective birth control hahaha

Slice of Paradise 🪷 & From love and life 🪷💐

Summary: Joel dream of having a farmhouse comes true. What makes it even better is that he's not there alone. He has his own little family to enjoy this little slice of paradise with him.

Short days, long nights (serie masterlist) 🪷🌶️

Summary: Part of a band of travelers, your party is slowly picked off one by one, until there are only two of you left. Finding an abandoned cabin in the woods, you decide to make camp there until you figure out your next move. As the seasons change, the nights get longer and longer…

Christmas Eve (one shot) 🪷

Summary: Christmas Eve with your husband.

BUNNA SUMMA - in the summer ony ain nothing to play with

warnings: 18+ loves , semi-public sex , backshots , choking , unprotected sex (wrap it before you let him tap it suh) , slight daddy!kink , kissing ofcc , oral sex , [lyrics from bunna summa by bunna b if you ain heard it go listen 🥰]

2PM in the Miami sun ain no joke. It’s mid-july, the suns out and everybody is in Miami for one reason. Parties.

“Yeah we bout to have fun, you know summer just begun.”

——

*incoming call Koshi*

“Y/N, girl oh my gosh you already know what im bout to say”

You took a deep breath and sighed, “What party and where, Kosh?”

“ ‘Ami Beach.. you already know we gotta pull up.”

“Time?” She paused before saying “5”

You looked at the clock and it was only 2 and you had no plans, “You know my only rule.”

Koshi paused before clicking her tongue “Yes you can bring your mannn, just tell him to get in where he fit in.”

You chuckled, “Igh girl see you at 5.” You ended the call to go talk to Ony.

He was in the living room playing 2K with his homeboys (or homedaddies as you like to call them).

“Babe, party at 5, ‘Ami beach. You in?” You said coming up behind him on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Koshi again? That girl needa chill.” You laughed feeling down his chest.

“Please bae?” He clicked his tongue looking at his watch. “Yeah igh.”

——

“We outside, you know it’s gonna be a vibe.”

Ony drove one hand on the wheel, one on your thigh. You wore an all pink outfit, a cute swimsuit top and pink matching shorts.

Your braids flipped to a side part, curls popping, skin glowing.

Getting to the beach, Kosh got out the car running straight to the sand as soon as she seen a tall tatted dreadhead.

You on the other hand, walked straight to the group of people with drinks in their hand, hand in hand with your mannn.

But after you got into the crowd you dropped his hand. Soon as you stepped outside, you already knew you was finna piss Ony off a lil bit.

Not enough to make him mad-mad… just enough to get that look on his face. The tight jaw. Them hard eyes. The way he grabs your waist a little firmer when he trying not to trip in front of everybody.

Your favorite version of him.

——

“Call up the plug, roll the three five in a blunt”

The whole block outside lit. Music beating through the pavement, grills smoking, liquor flowing, everybody dressed like the heat got something to prove.

You had on these tiny pink shorts that kept riding up every time you moved, lip gloss popping, braids fresh down your back. You caught Ony staring before you even made it down the sand.

He was by the grill fanning smoke out his face.

“Don’t start that shit today, Y/N.”

You just smiled.

“I ain’t even do nothing yet.”

Whole time you absolutely were.

Everywhere you went, you made sure he felt you. Not even touching him for real just close enough to mess with his head.

Brushing past him slow. Leaning over the table in front of him when I ain’t have to. Twerking with Koshi, singing “Fuck where you from, you ain't fuckin' with my cityyyy” dragging the y.

Right where he could see you while acting like you forgot he existed

And Ony?

Girlllll… he was trying so hard to stay cool.

Every time another dude got too comfortable talking to you, here he come outta nowhere sliding an arm around my waist like:

“She good.”

Not rude. Not loud.

Worse.

Calm Ony was dangerous.

One time you stole his chain right off his neck while he was distracted fixing somebody plate. Slipped it on yourself and walked off laughing.

“Y/N.”

He ain’t even yell.

Just said your name low.

You ignored him on purpose.

Few minutes later you posted on a car hood with Koshi and some others, sipping dark liquor, feeling cute, and suddenly Ony was standing right between your legs looking up at you.

“Give me my chain before I embarrass you.”

The way he said it made your stomach flip.

You laughed in his face anyway.

“You not gone do nothing.”

He grabbed your thigh under my dress just enough to make you choke on your drink.

“Oh aight.”

Then walked off like he ain’t just almost kill you.

——

“Ah-da-da-da, yeah, we stay litty”

As the party turns into night and the music slows down, You finally push him too far by hopping into somebody else’s car as a joke while his back is turned.

He calmly pulls you right back out by the hand while everybody laughs, and for the first time all day you realize he’s actually irritated.

He scanned around the beach with his grip still tight on your hand, looking for Koshi.

He seen her hop in a the back of the same dreadhead she was eyeing earliers car and assumed she was fine as they drove off. Then he dragged you to a nearby cabana. Eyes low.

The walk was silent. He pulled back the curtains as you dropped down on the bed. You crossed your legs on the bed, watching your anklet sparkle in the late sun.

He pulled the curtains back together, tying them together.

That compression shirt showed off his muscles in the sexiest way possible. His chain that you hadnt even realized he took back sparkled, matching the gold grills on his teeth.

He sat on the bed and crawled towards you slowly, like a panther ready to pounce.

His right hand flew to your neck like a magnet. “Bring yo ass here, ma.“

You crawled over closer to him. Your pussy was soaked.

“Wassup On, you know the party ain over yet.“ You said ever so sweetly.

“Its over for yo ass, lay back.“ He demanded, eyes low, voice dark and roaring.

You obeyed, he slid off your shorts and pretty pink panties, staring at your dripping cunt.

He dove in like a deeo sea diver, french kissing your clit, before slipping in one of his large fingers.

He let go of your puffy clit and looked up at you, finger still moving in and out of your sloppy pussy.

“You done playing, ma?“ He asked. You moaned uncontrollably unable to form words.

“Please.. On.. Im sorr-ry.“ That halted his movements.

“Turn over.“ As soon as you put your ass in the air he slid into you, one hand on your neck one on your hip.

He pounded into your pussy so hard you were sure people nearby could hear the claps. You didnt gaf tho.

“Who ain gon do shi?“ He asked landing a slap to your ass. “You can talk when im deep in that pussy tho.“

“mmph- daddy im sorry- its too good“ You barely let out.

“Not good enough for yo ass to behave tho rii?“ He said landing another smack.

“Throw that shi back.“ He slowed his pace for a second only to pick back up.

“m-mmph~ its too good“ You cried out, gripping the sheets trying to crawl away.

“uh uh, take this dick, ma. you gone behave today.“

He smacked your ass twice before moving his hand to grab your hair, pulling you back on it.

“too-too deep, please onyyy.“

“you sorry?“

“yes, yes im sorry daddy.“

“nut on this dick , ma. show me how sorry you are“

You moved rigorously on the dick. Desperate for release.

He shot his load inside of you, pulling out and watching it drip out. “I accept your apology ma.“

And for this reason only, was why summer was your favorite season, like bunna said

“Yeah we bout to have fun, you know summer just begun.”

And summer just had begun.

IS THERE SOMEONE?

PAIRING: beyonce (g!p) x stack moore (michael b. jordan) x black!fem!plussize!stripper!y/n

SYNOPSIS: y/n has spent months balancing a secret situationship with bey, convinced she has everything under control then stack starts showing up at the orchid room and one bad decision turns into another.

A/N: hey guys! this was one of the works i’m so excited, anxious and completely obsessed with haa. i’ve seen a few beyxstack fics and loved them really bad. PLEASE like, comment and reblog. it helps me tremendously and brings me much more friends :))) credits to the respective owners of these dividers.

SONGS THAT INSPIRED THIS ONESHOT: is there someone else? by the weeknd, lightnings girl by nancy sinatra, and promise by ciara! check out those songs, they’re amazing!

y/n moved through the orchid room like an angel.

her tits strained against the thin straps of her top while her hips rolled with each step on the stage.

the crowd loved her for it, tossing bills at her feet just to watch the way her belly softened when she dropped low or how her ass clapped back heavy and inviting.

she had been the main draw for months now, her body a secret weapon that kept the club packed.

beyonce had slid into her world quiet at first.

a private dance that was too long turned into hands gripping and mouths crashing together.

months had passed since then and whatever they shared stayed unlabeled but beyonce acted like y/n belonged to her anyway.

she showed up after shifts and everything.

everyone in the club noticed how beyonce pulled y/n close, one hand always on her waist like a claim.

gifts arrived without warning.

diamond studs on y/n’s ears, new bags, designer pieces that made the other girls whisper.

beyonce fucked her like she needed to remind y/n who could make her shake the hardest.

that pull stayed strong even as things grew complicated.

y/n remembered the way beyonce had her pressed into the couch that one night, dick sliding in deep and slow at first.

beyonce spread her wide, watching as she disappeared into y/n’s heat, growling low about how no one else got to feel this.

she came hard, filling y/n until it dripped, leaving her trembling and full then stack moore started appearing in the vip section.

he watched y/n dance.

big tips came with smiles that felt too personal.

harmless flirting turned into something else when he requested more private time. his voice dropped low when he told her how her body drove him crazy.

y/n felt the spark and didn’t pull away.

beyonce had been traveling more, not showing ip as much and stack filled in for her without asking twice.

the lies started small.

y/n balanced both worlds, careful at first but the pull from each made it harder.

beyonce would text late, demanding she come see her and y/n would show up breathless and fucked out from another encounter, claiming club overtime.

stack would kiss her in his car after hours and she would murmur something about early rehearsals the next day.

both noticed the shift in her but she danced around their questions with soft touches and moans that distracted them for a while.

one evening, beyonce waited in her house. she pulled y/n in close, hands roaming all over.

beyonce kissed her neck, sucking marks that would hide under makeup later.

when she finally freed herself, it stood thick and ready.

she laid y/n back and buried her face between them, tongue working fast and deep, licking and sucking until y/n’s hips bucked then beyonce climbed up, sliding inside with one long push, filling her completely.

she fucked steady and hard, hips snapping while her hands pinned y/n’s wrists above her head.

“you feel so good, baby,” she whispered.

y/n could only moan back until beyonce spilled insider her.

afterward, beyonce held her close, stroking y/n’s hair.

“you seem distracted lately. something you need to tell me?”

y/n lied smooth, eyes half closed.

“just the club wearing me out.”

beyonce nodded but her grip tightened a little like she didn’t fully believe it.

stack pulled her in different ways.

he took her to his place one night after closing.

he got her naked slow, kissing down her body until he had her bent forward, face down, ass up. his tongue traced over her, teasing until y/n pushed back against his mouth, desperately.

when he pushed in, it was from behind. deep strokes that made her start crying and slobbering.

stack reached around, rubbing her clit in circles while he drove harder, whispering how addicted he was getting to her sounds.

y/n came shaking hard and he followed soon after, pulling out to paint her back.

the missed calls piled up.

beyonce would ring while y/n was still catching her breath at stack’s and she would answer, whispering excuses about being in the dressing room.

stack noticed new jewelry on her wrist once and raised a brow but she brushed it off as a club bonus.

beyonce sent more gifts.

flowers and lingerie that y/n wore for stack by accident one night.

he commented on how expensive it looked, his hand sliding under anyway, fingers dipping inside her while she tried not to moan too obviously in the vip booth.

another night, beyonce surprised her at home, pulling her against the window overlooking the city.

she took her time stripping y/n down then turned her around, pressing her against the glass.

beyonce slid in from behind, one hand around y/n’s throat.

beyonce talked low in her ear, asking if anyone else could fuck her like this.

y/n shook her head, lying through the pleasure as another orgasm was coming.

stack had his own ways of pulling her under.

in his shower, he pressed her to the tile, lifting one leg high and sliding in slow at first then building speed.

water ran down their bodies as he fucked her steady, his mouth on her neck, sucking fresh marks.

he came inside her this time, holding deep while she clenched around him.

“i want more nights like this,” he whispered.

the secrets weighed heavier as the week went on.

y/n felt the suspicion growing in beyonce’s texts and the way stack watched her closer during dances.

she kept lying, telling each one she was busy with the other life pieces.

gifts kept coming from beyonce while stack offered quiet dinners and rides that ended with her riding him in the backseat.

TIMESKIP…

the orchid room hosted an exclusive night for high rollers and both of them showed up, invited through separate circles.

y/n performed early, her body moving under the lights.

she spotted beyonce across the room first, her eyes tracking her every sway then stack walked in.

y/n’s heart dropped when they ended up near each other at the bar, talking casually until beyonce noticed how stack leaned toward y/n.

beyonce’s jaw tightened when stack whispered something that made y/n laugh soft. stack caught the look and stared back, challenge in his eyes.

y/n tried slipping away but beyonce caught her wrist.

“who the hell is he to you?”

stack stepped closer.

“problem here?”

accusations were thrown as the pieces clicked for both of them.

they didn’t cause a scene in front of everyone but the energy said they weren’t walking away from her either.

later, after the crowd was leaving, they pulled her into the locked private back room.

beyonce pushed her against the wall first, kissing rough and claiming while stack watched.

“you been playing both of us?” beyonce said between bites down her neck.

y/n moaned, unable to deny the truth anymore.

stack moved in behind her, hands gripping her ass.

“guess we show you who this body belongs to now.”

beyonce dropped to her knees first, spreading y/n’s thighs and licking strokes that had y/n gripping her shoulders.

stack kissed her mouth, swallowing her moans while his hands played with her tits, pinching the sensitive peaks.

they moved her to the couch, beyonce sitting back, dick hard and glistening as y/n sank down onto it facing away.

the stretch felt familiar and overwhelming at once.

beyonce guided her hips, helping her bounce while stack came up behind, spreading her cheeks and pressing in slow to her other hole.

the fullness made y/n cry out, body shaking between them as they found a rhythm, one pushing in while the other eased back.

their hands were everywhere.

beyonce’s fingers rolling her nipples, stack’s hand slapping her ass.

beyonce reached around, rubbing her clit fast while stack pulled her hair just enough to arch her back.

y/n came hard, clenching around both of them, voice breaking.

they switched her around after that, laying her on her side.

stack slid into her front this time while beyonce took her from behind again.

they moved together now talking over her about how they both owned her now.

the sounds filled the room, wet and raw.

skin meeting skin mixed with y/n’s broken moans.

they made her come again and again until her thighs trembled nonstop.

beyonce pulled free first, stroking herself until she came across y/n’s soft belly.

stack followed, grinding deep and spilling inside her with a low groan.

y/n laid there spent, leaking from both holes, body marked and satisfied.

her voice came out hoarse and wrecked.

“fuck.”

Pairing:  Cherry x Stack Featuring Smoke / “Smokey Bear”

Summary: Ray finally comes to Clarksdale to reclaim the wife and son he believes still belong to him.

But Cherry is no longer the woman he left behind. She has a home now, a son, a family, and a voice sharp enough to cut through every claim he tries to lay on her.

When Ray refuses to let go, the Moore house becomes a battlefield, and Cherry, Stack, and Smoke are forced to prove exactly how far they’ll go to protect what they’ve built.

Warnings: Dark romance, possessive behavior, obsessive love, past domestic abuse, emotional trauma, violence, gun violence, blood, murder, attempted kidnapping/reclaiming, childbirth/postpartum themes, strong language, morally gray characters

Something Like Hope | Soft Hands, Heavy Love | What He Built to Keep

You like being up under him.

You’re like the cutest little puppy or a cute, needy little kitten in his eyes. Always hungry for attention, even if you don’t say it or you don’t show it in your actions. It’s in those pretty eyes he could get lost in for ages. It’s in the way he calls for you and you always come, leaning into his touch. Curling into his side or cuddling into his arms. It’s in the you burns off his affection but still pout when he pulls away. The goosebumps you get when he caresses your lower back, letting his hands trail to your hips.

“You in love with me or somethin baby?”

You know the answer.

So does he.

Especially with that smile or smirk on his lips. Laughs as you get all embarrassed. You try to shove him off but he pulls you closer by your waist.

The man can’t help but kiss your cheeks he knows are heating up even without being to see it on your skin, hold you by the back of your neck so he can give your a loving kiss on your perfect lips.

You’re his amazing fucking girl.

Even when he smokes.

And it’s almost chronic, has to have atleast one a day. And you look at him with bored eyes, but watch him none the less, as his lips take in tabbaco and blow it out ever so perfectly. You can’t help but get used to the smell, let it hit you when hold onto him like it’s the last time. The smell of tobacco, pinewood or cinnamon engulf you, falling in love with him a little more.

To the point he sends you in the store to get his favorite pack of cigarettes along with whatever snack you wanted and his favorite is ingrained in your memory. Or when he knows it’s too much, doesn’t like his pretty baby coughing up a storm, he gives your ass a little smack, shoo’s you away.

“No baby, not right now, gimmie me a second.”

He quickly finishes it, or takes one last drag, following you wherever you are because he loves being in your space. He tries his best to be careful with you, you’re a precious thing to him more than anyone on this planet, more than his fucked job, more than his own life, more than his lungs— you are the air he breathes.

Exactly what he lives for.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ toji, shiu, suguru, joel, ghost, john, smoke, stack, gaz.

“You’re too fuckin grown to not eat your greens.”

“I’m not the old hag needing to eat them with every meal, am I?”

“You talk so damn much over the movie, I can’t hear shit. fuck me.”

“You have bad ears any way old man, turn it down.”

“And hear you even more? Don’t think so.”

“It said make a right and you turn left?”

“You don’t know your right from left, you’re losing your brain from old age, woman.”

“I’m well enough to know what ‘right’ looks like, idiot, the roads not blocked so park there before we have to walk even farther.”

It’s… a lot lol. And your daughter who’s 17, asks you about it while you put away the dishes, more than concerned. You giggle, looking out towards the garden.

“You see those sunflowers out there don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Your father gave them to me as a gift when you turned three. Every year more grow and they flourish. Look up the meaning of ‘em and then get back to me.” You wink over at her and go back to your task.

Love, loyalty and Adoration. Is what popped up on google.

It makes her think more about how you and your husband interact. The way you always eat whatever he doesn’t finish & vice versa. The way he puts a comforter on you when you sleep on the couch and pulls you into his lap, or carries you upstairs before the movie ends. How dad always keeps your favorite snacks filled and you two always move in tandem, you never have to ask what the other needs or what needs to be done. You two are in sync, you coming and hugging dad from the side when he’s stressed, how dad takes all the kids out when you need your ‘mommy moment.’ Dad does laundry while you cook, and that project you’ve been dreaming about is already half way done because Dad already built it out for you.

“Your kid thinks we don’t like each other hubby.” You say, painting the dog house the bright red, on your hands and knees.

He’s quick, “I don’t like you.” He’s staring from the patio set, your ass is still as perfect as ever in the paint stained capris your wearing. Youve gotten sexier over the last 20 years together, more curves, wrinkles and stretch marks. Gorgeous girl. He could wreck you right now on this Thursday afternoon, if your kids weren’t about to wake up from a nap.

You huff, standing up, “We have to be a good example! I don’t want them thinkin I hate yo—“

Before you can get another word out, you slip on the tray of paint you barely noticed was right under your feet. The love of your life is fast, protecting your head as you both fall to the ground but paint flies all over the both of you.

Your breath is caught in your throat, in shock, but he curses, eyes flying all over you in worry, “Dummy, watch were you’re goin!”

You burst into a fit of laughter, eyes closing as your smile brighter than the sun. Eyes crinkling. Laughter just like a melody. He scuffs in his head, ‘Clumsy ass.’ You’re beautiful. His wife is still so wonderful. He can’t help but kiss you on the full lips.

You speak softly, tantalizing, “again.” Another kiss. “Again.” Another kiss. “More.” And he gives you a long kiss, wanting.

Oh, this is what love is. Ever lasting, a cool glass of lemonade on a day summer day, so refreshing. Adoring— that man loves you. And you, him.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Simon, Toji, Sukuna, Suguru, Smoke, Joel, Eren, Keegan,

Black Fem! Reader x Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore & Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. (modern-day)

▶︎▶︎Part 1/2.◀︎◀︎

Summary: Your next-door neighbors, Stack & Smoke were your best friend’s twin brothers. Elias was drawn to what was forbidden, & Elijah had his eye on you. After one fantasy of the twins, you needed to get them out of your system.

A/N: My apologies for my absence, been busy with work but here’s Smoke & Stack! Enjoy! 🤭

Warnings: threesome with twins, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, cumshots, choking, fingers in mouth, biting, dumbification, overstimulation, praise, AU where Stack & Smoke are in the modern-day world, cocky!Stack, best friend's brothers trope, thigh riding, face fucking, mean!Smoke, cum play, teasing, fingering, rough sex, jealousy, head, sneaking around, use of n-word, mean!Stack, aftercare, manhandling?

i first seen this done by @strangerexee !

you and donnie were at the gym like any other day but, you were planning on trying this trend you seen on tiktok.you set everything up now you were just waiting on him.

when you seen him walking over, you pressed record.

you smiled “hey” as he leaned down kissing you. he pulled back and you got a good look at his sweaty face, “aw baby” you quickly wiped his face before the sweat reached his eyes.

you knew how you were gonna start the video now.

“y’all remember how i said my current boyfriend a boxer? them w-“ his face turned sour real quick “hold on—current boyfriend?” and you just sighed in faux irritation “hold on donnie, anyway—he be acting permanent sometimes y’all, excuse him” you weren’t through talking when adonis spoke up “‘acting permanent’ i am permanent, forever” he said that last part looking at the camera.

you fought back a laugh.

“for the moment” you corrected glancing away from donnie. his expression was confused, hurt, and irritated “yo—find something safe to do, [𝜗𝜚]” and you stayed staring at the ground as the man towering over you, stared at you.

the man reached for his water bottle taking a sip before speaking “if i said ‘lil groupie’” “but i’m not a groupie” “and i’m not your ‘current’ boyfriend” with a shrug. “that ain’t what you call me when i’m in it an-“ your eyes widened and you reached for the phone quickly “aright bye yall!” ahead of you stopping the recording.

definitely couldn’t post that.

🏷️’s; @tnychellee , @heartgirllover

𝖠／𝖭－ 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋. I’ll definitely add more but for now this is it 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

I have something coming out tomorrow I think

𝖱𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝖢𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝖮𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍

𝖫𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝖯𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾

Images are not mine, credit to the owners.

Pairings: Jey Uso / Jimmy Uso / Black Fem. Reader

Warnings: RPF, strong language and smut. Minors DNI!

Summary: Welcome to The Uso Penetration Penitentiary.

She drooled at the sight of the twin brothers, as she watched Jey whisper something into Jimmy’s ear. The twins walked over to her on the bed, and Jimmy was the first to get into position. Jimmy laid down on his back, before instructing her to lay on top of him. Jey guided her on top of his brother, she whimpered when she felt her pussy lips touch Jimmy’s cock.

Jey knelt behind her, placing his hands all over her ass. Jey spat onto his hand and used the saliva to rub along her ass crack. She looked back to see Jey spitting saliva down onto his cock. Jey held her ass cheeks apart before pushing his cock inside of her. Jimmy not wanting to be left out, slipped his own cock into her pussy.

virginity // kinktober 2025 ღ

ღ summary: your attraction to your best friend is ruining your quest to finally lose your virginity. what happens when he decides to help you out?

ღ pairing: jey uso x black!reader, jey uso x black fem!reader

ღ warnings: 18+, mdni, profanity, sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, p in v

ღ word count: 3,577

ღ author’s note: i’m incapable of writing anything short or on a deadline. hope yall enjoy anyway. the next one won’t take as long.

ღ taglist: @m00nlitnight

kinktober masterlist

light knocks on the front door filled the quiet space of jey’s home in the dead of the night. it was late, past 11pm to be exact. you’d usually be in bed by now, either already sleeping or winding down for the night. but you couldn’t bear to be alone in your apartment after the night you’d had.

jey swung the door open, already expecting you since you’d texted 20 minutes ago that you were on your way. he wore an encouraging smile on his face that faltered once he saw the defeated look on yours.

“how’d it go?” he asked after stepping aside to allow you to step inside his home. the smell of febreeze and fabulouso filled your nostrils once you entered. jey cleaned vigorously when he was nervous or anticipating something. habits passed on to him by his mother who got it from her mother and so on and so forth. your chest tightened once you realized that you were the reason. yet another thing to add to your list of shame and guilt tonight.

you let out a huff of breath as you plopped down on his plush, grey sectional couch, immediately taking one of the decorative pillows and hugging it against your chest. you heard the door click shut before jey locked it. his heavy footsteps moving closer to you afterwards.

“i guess it didn’t go well, then?” he asked, but it was more of a revelation than a question. you looked up at him, eyes low and filled with sadness and an emotion you couldn’t bring yourself to name. “hey.” jey dipped down, sitting next to you before pulling you into his wide chest. it was apparent that he was spending more time in the gym. his body was different each time you’d seen him now, his shoulders broader, his biceps suffocating you now when he pulled you close. he was mindful of that tonight, his grip was tight but not overwhelming. but somehow that didn’t stop you from feeling suffocated in his presence.

“i couldn’t do it. he did everything right. dinner, candles, music, even asked for permission to kiss me. he made me feel so safe and secure. i was so close to letting go and letting it happen but then… i just couldn’t.” you huffed out a frustrated breath after speaking. “it just didn’t feel like the right time.” you finished. jey rubbed your back. the warmth of his hands on your body made you want to shiver.

“that’s fine, mama. take all the time you need.” he spoke lowly against the top of your head. the intimacy of the gesture was almost enough to make you melt. instead, you sat up straight enough to break his hold on you. his tenderness towards you had ignited a new fire in you.

“i am a grown ass woman. why is having sex so hard for me?” you looked at jey as if he’d have the answer to your failed virginity quest. and the honest truth is, he did. he held it in his teasing smirk when no one’s watching, his soft laughs at your reactions, his habitual, gentle touch on your skin, and his deep brown eyes when he looked at you like you were the only girl in his world. he just had no idea that he was single handedly making it hard for you to find another guy who compared to him.

“i still don’t understand why you’re making it such a big deal. sex is supposed to come naturally. when you force it, it takes all of the magic away from it.” jey told you.

“easy for you to say. you have women throwing themselves at you.” you reminded him.

“and you don’t have guys doing the same to you? you’re the one who acts like none of them are good enough, no matter how much you describe them as ‘perfect on paper’.” jey stood up from the couch to walk to his kitchen and you took off your shoes before following. he walked to his cabinets to retrieve two glasses, rinsing them out before pouring some ice cold water in them from the fridge. he slid one in front of you and drank from his own as you spoke.

“because they are perfect on paper. but perfect on paper doesn’t mean perfect in the moment. or perfect for.. me.” your eyes fell away from jey and onto the marble island in front of you before you took a sip of your water. avoiding his gaze when you feared that looking into his eyes might finally give you away. and he noticed. he always noticed.

you and jey had been friends for the better part of both of your lives. you met in high school, went to college together, and now in your mid-twenties, you found yourselves attached at the hip. it was always just a genuine, platonic bond between two people who understood each other on a level that others couldn’t. jey didn’t have another bond like yours with anyone outside of his twin brother. that meant something special to him, something deeper. and he didn’t take it for granted.

so he ignored the lingering gazes down his frame when you thought he wasn’t looking, he laughed it off when his playful flirting really left you flustered, and he ignored it when it became glaringly obvious that the reason you couldn’t lose your virginity was because you couldn’t find anyone that compared to him physically.

he knew you like back of his hand. familiar, predictable, and unsurprising in the best ways. in his favorite ways. he knew you were too shy and nervous to ever come out and say it plainly, so he acted as if he didn’t notice. not because he didn’t reciprocate the attraction. you were easily the finest woman he’d laid eyes on. he was enamored with you both physically and mentally. and it was for that reason that he didn’t want to take it there with you. but watching you try and try and struggle and fail to get over this hurdle in your life made him want to test the waters, see if he could relieve you himself and boost your confidence.

“well… who is perfect for you, mama?” jey’s tone was low, sultry and dripping with implication. butterflies fluttered in your lower stomach, your breath hitched, causing water to drip down the side of your mouth. you sat your glass down on the island as jey made his way around it, reaching you in three steady strides. his hand was on your jaw before you could even collect your thoughts, his thumb gently wiping the corner of your mouth dry.

“who do you picture when you imagine yourself losing your virginity?” his tone remained the same as he asked. you looked up at him, doe-eyed with panties becoming more soaked the longer his eyes were on you.

“j-jey, i—“ you stuttered as heat rose to your cheeks. the answer to both of those questions was the same.

“whose name do you moan when you touch yourself?” he continued. you swore that the level of warmth on your cheeks now could’ve heated the entire kitchen.

“o-okay, that’s a bit m-uch.” you were breathless as you turned to break out of his grasp, avoiding his gaze as you grabbed your glass of water again. you looked down at the glass and followed it when he took it out of your hands and sat it next to his own.

“i want to help you, mama. i can relieve all your frustration. but, i need you to be honest with me.” he gently grasped your chin between his fingers and turned your head back to him to make you look him in the eye. the energy in the room had clearly shifted. you couldn’t shy away or hide from him anymore, he wasn’t allowing it. the tension that rose between you and your best friend had swallowed you whole, wrapped around your throat and squeezed until it forced the truth out of you.

“y-you, jey. it’s a-always been y-you.” the admission made you feel small under his gaze. you were ashamed to have had these thoughts about him when you felt like he clearly didn’t feel the same. his tongue swiped over his bottom lip before biting it as he looked at you, your chin back in his hand.

“do you trust me?” was his only response. you nodded, still unsure of where this was going exactly.

“then let me do this.” he tilted your chin up towards him and leaned down before he pressed his lips into yours, slow and steady. after the initial shock, you quickly fell into the pace he set. his movements were slow and steady at first. careful. like he was afraid of you crumbling into pieces that he couldn’t put back together.

but the tug of your fingers grasping his shirt is what gave him the okay to speed things up. he took your bottom lip between his own and sucked it gently before moving down to your jaw and then your neck. he sucked the skin there, tongue kissing the spot like it could do it back to him. the sensation caused you to gasp as your hand found its way to the back of jey’s head, encouraging his movements.

he slid his hands under your bare thighs and picked you up in one swift movement, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. your breathing hadn’t calmed down since the initial kiss and jey noticed. he decided to give you a break from the kissing while he carried you upstairs to his bedroom.

you were desperately trying to calm your nervousness down in your head as he carried you. you had been in this phase before and weren’t new to kissing or guys giving you hickies, but it never felt quite as good as it did right now. your entire body was on fire, waiting to feel whatever jey decided to do next.

jey entered his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him, a subtle attempt to make you feel more comfortable. he gently laid you down on his king sized bed and stayed between your legs, softly pressing you into the bed as he looked at you.

“i got you. okay?” he looked almost nervous as he searched your face for any inkling of hesitation. he was worried about the dynamic, about you regretting this. he would hate himself if he lost you because he pushed you to face your desires too soon. but you quickly nodded in response, feeling nervous but ready for wherever he took you.

“say it, mama.” one of his hands started to roam down your body now, rubbing down your side over the fabric of your mini-dress and settling on your hip, making your breath hitch.

“you got me.” his lips crashed back into yours after you said it. this time with more urgency but the same amount of passion, only pausing to ease your dress up your body and over your head. he rolled his hips into yours, letting you feel just how hard he was for you, and, baby, he was rock solid. you let out a breathless moan into his mouth at the feeling.

his lips trailed down your neck, stopping to flick his tongue over both of your hard nipples before he made his way down your torso. he pulled the red lace of your panties down your legs in one tug, desperate to get a taste of you and finally give you the first time that you deserve. he spread your legs wide, dragging two fingers from your clit down to your entrance as he admired your naked pussy for the first time. the sight was downright mouthwatering. his wandering thoughts of your naked body didn’t come anywhere close to the real thing. the new sensation of having someone else’s fingers down there made you shiver under his touch.

“this how wet you get for me?” he bit his lip at the sight and you choked out a soft ‘yes’ that sounded sinful, making his dick strain against his gym shorts. his head dipped lower and the muscles in your legs tensed.

“relax fa’ me, baby.” he hummed between your legs. his breath hitting your sensitive skin made you shiver. you tried your best to do as he said, feeling a warm flutter in your lower tummy at him calling you ‘baby’. his tongue flattened against you before he licked a long swipe up your slick folds, savoring the taste. he focused his attention on your throbbing clit as he began flicking it with his tongue, slow and gentle, the same way he kissed you in the kitchen just moments ago.

“o-oh my g-od.” you breathed out. he hooked his arms under your thighs and used his hands to spread your legs wide as he continued to explore your inner folds with his mouth, tongue kissing your pussy with precision. your soft moans felt like encouragement as he increased the speed of his tongue.

you reached down and caressed the back of his head before you could stop yourself. the familiar feeling of your fingers intertwined in his hair made him groan against you. he wrapped his lips around your sensitive clit, now sucking as he slid his middle finger into your tight hole.

“ohhhh jeeyyy.” your back arched off the bed as you moaned out. the new level of pleasure that you felt was almost overstimulating. no other man has made it far enough to have their head buried between your thighs the way you had allowed jey to right now. and he didn’t take the privilege for granted. the wet sounds of his mouth eagerly devouring your pussy filled the room.

his finger curled just enough to hit the soft skin of your g-spot and you cried out. he hit it repeatedly as he began flicking your swollen bud with his tongue at a matching pace. feeling you squirm under him as your whimpers filled his ears only made him determined to bring you to your breaking point sooner. when he added a second finger inside you, the pleasure was overwhelming. you tried to back away from him, using your hands to push your body up the bed to no avail. he already had you locked into place with his free hand.

“i know, baby. i know. don’t run from it. just let it go.” the vibrations of him mumbling against your sensitive clit pushed you over the edge. the warmth in your lower belly intensified and the pressure you felt building had finally snapped, setting off goosebumps across your entire body as your eyes snapped shut.

“oooh fuuuuck jeeyyy.” a pool of liquid gushed out of you and into jey’s mouth, whatever he couldn’t slurp up in time landing on his bed sheets. soft pants slipped between your lips as your legs shook and jey continued to eat you out as you came down from your high.

you got a good look at jey when he rose from between your slick thighs and stood at the end of the bed. the moonlight reflected off the juices left on his lips, in his mustache and on his beard. knowing that you were the one that caused it, that it was your juices covering your best friend’s mouth felt like a dirty little secret. and it only added to your arousal.

he pushed his gym shorts down his toned legs. your breath hitched when his dick sprang free, a drop of his precum flying off the tip. the realization that none of your shameful fantasies about jey were right settled in. he was much bigger than you’d guessed.

“fuck.” you moaned. jey smirked as he climbed back to you, hovering as he looked down at you. he hesitated, giving you one last chance to back out. his mesmerizing brown eyes bored into yours as he waited for an indication of how you were feeling. but your nerves were long gone now, left somewhere on the floor between your lace panties and his gym shorts.

your hands went to both sides of his head before pulling him down into a passionate and sloppy kiss. the sweet taste of your juices was still on his tongue as it entangled with yours.

jey lined himself up to your entrance and slipped the tip of his dick inside you. you broke the kiss to let out a hiss at the slight burn of him stretching you and he moved to your neck, leaving tender kisses as he gave you time to adjust. his lips on your neck soothed you as anxiety fought to rise to the surface.

he inched inside you slowly, pausing between movements to give you time to adjust to his size. he was big, much bigger than you’d expected being inside you for your first time. and you appreciated him taking it as slow as he was. by the time he bottomed out inside you, the stretch was not only bearable, it was pleasurable.

“you’re so fuckin’ tight, y/n.” jey groaned as his hips slowly pulled away from you until only his tip was left between your walls. he rolled them back into you at the same teasingly slow pace. he repeated the motion, scared to speed up too soon or get too rough with you. but the more you squeezed around him, the more his resolve cracked. you were making it hard for him to not fuck you into the mattress right then and there.

“jey.” you gasped. he lifted his head to look into your hazy, lust-filled eyes looking up at him.

“yes, mama? tell me what you need.” your hands rested on his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you. he hadn’t stopped giving you the slow, deep strokes that were making you crave more as he looked into your eyes. if you could think straight right now, you’d swear he was trying to make you fall in love.

“fuck me. please. faster.” without another word, his hips were snapping into yours relentlessly. you cried out, realizing that you weren’t fully ready for what you asked for but it was too late to take it back. his length dragged along your walls at a mind-numbing pace. every thrust into you tapped his tip against your g-spot. a knot formed in your lower stomach as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. your orgasm was approaching fast. not only could jey see it all over your face, he could feel it in the way your walls squeezed him even tighter.

“look at you. getting fucked for the first time. squeezing my dick like it’s always been yours.” he grunted. he took his bottom lip between his teeth as you felt heat go to your cheeks. in a drunken game of truth or dare a few months ago, you’d revealed to him the dirtier details of how you’d want your first time to go. the passionate, gentle but still filthy, hands all over your body, dirty talk in your ear type of sex. it wasn’t until this moment that you’d realized he had taken that conversation more serious than you initially thought.

you managed to open your eyes as his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides with just enough force to remind you who was fucking you. the sounds you were making were unfamiliar to your ears. you’d never been very vocal when touching yourself before, but jey was pulling every moan, wine, and mewl out of you with ease. each sound was music to his ears, including the wet, gushy ones coming from your pussy.

“fuuuuck, jey. i-i think i’m—- fuck.” the knot in your stomach was coming undone in a way you’d never felt before.

“c’mon. cum on this dick like it’s yours, mama.” his command sent you over the edge. chills came over your body as the intensity of your arousal rose until it finally snapped. you could feel yourself pulsing around him as you moaned his name. he let his head fall next to yours, lips ghosting over your neck as his warm breath fanned your skin. his thrusts became erratic, signaling his own end nearing. not long after your own orgasm did he pull out of you and release his sticky seed all over your stomach.

jey took a moment to catch his breath before climbing off the bed and heading into his attached bathroom. he emerged a few moments later with a damp washcloth. he gently spread your legs open once again, wiping the mess between your legs dry before cleaning his cum off your stomach. he disposed of the towel before climbing back into bed next to you. he covered you both in his blanket before pulling you close, draping an arm over your waist as he settled into bed. you were in too much of a haze to fight him on cuddling or even sleeping over. you weren’t even sure if you could stand, let alone make it downstairs to leave.

“how was it? your first time?” he had the slightest hint of nervousness hidden behind his deep voice. you turned your head to look at him, a lazy smile slowly spreading on your lips.

“everything i dreamed of.”

Josh x Nina

Fluff, Just sum short and cute

The backyard was alive with laughter and music. Smoke from the the grill as juicy ribs sizzled, kids running around playing, and folding chairs everyone. Uncles loud cracking jokes, solo cups in their hands as aunties fanned themselves as they gossiped.

In the center of it all, under the wide shade of a palm tree stood Nina, dressed in a black body con dress and a matching head wrap, her golden earrings and necklaces, shining against her glowing brown skin. In her arms resting comfortably on her hip was her and Josh’s 2 year-old son Kairo, who refused to be put down for more than 3 minutes.

"Mama I stay wif you" Kairo mumbled sleepily, wrapping his little arms tighter around her neck and snuggling his soft cheek against her collar bone.

"I know baby," Nina cooed, smoothing a hand over his curls. "You got the whole backyard to play in with your cousins, but you wanna stay with mama huh?"

Kai nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was a mamas boy and was proud of it.

Nina smiled, bouncing him gently while chatting with Trinity and one of Josh’s cousins, who were laughing about how attached Kairo was. "Girl, that little boy has not left your side the minute y’all got here." Trinity giggled.

On cue her husband, Josh strolled over in his black tank top and matching shorts, his chain shining bright. A smile on his face that always made Nina melt no matter how long they’ve been together. A plate of ribs as he leaned in and kissed her cheek slow and sweet.

"You looked so good from all the way there, I had to come see what’s up girl" he murmured against her skin then looked at Kairo. "Damn. You mind if I get some love too, champ?"

Kairos eyes were narrowed. Suspicious. Annoyed. Possessive.

Josh leaned In again, this time aiming for Nina’s lips.

"Mwah," he exaggerated, laying a big loud kiss on her mouth, cupping her cheek with his free hand like they were the only two people in the world. "Mhm, is that cherry?" He said with a grin.

Kairo scowled.

"MY mama!" He announced loudly, pointing a finger at Jeys face. Then with furry of a betrayed toddler, he used his other hand to push his daddy’s chest, who didn’t even budge. "Go!"

"Oooohh, we jealous now?" Josh laughed, setting his plate down on a side table, moving closer. "I can’t love on my wife now?"

Kairo turned his whole body sideways, trying to block his mama from her own husband, boy chubby arms spread out in defence. "No kiss! MY mama!"

"Awww, he serious!" Trinity cracked up from her seat, recording the moment on her phone. "Y’all look at him guarding Nina."

Nina was wheezing from laughter, holding her son as he dramatically tried to put space between her and his daddy. "Kai Kai, you betta stop before your daddy does something silly—"

"Oh nah, I’m finna show out now" Josh smirked stepping forward.

He leaned in again, pressing another kiss Nina’s cheek— then one on her forehead, and another right between her collar bone and shoulder.

Kairo lost it.

He flailed his little arms at Josh, trying to push him away with his tiny toddler strength, face scrunched and real betrayal. "Nooooo!! Noo daddy!! My mama!!"

"Boy, you tryna fight me?" Josh teased dodging the baby’s hand swing with dramatic theatrics. "You gonna hit me cause I’m lovin on my girl? Huh? You mad cause she was mine first!?" 

He kissed her again, causing her to giggle against his lips, as he smacked his lips dramatically. "Mwah! What you gon do, little man?"

Kai gasped and smacked his tiny palm against Josh’s shoulder with all the toddler fury he could muster. "Stop"

Nina was laughing so hard she almost dropped him. "Okay enough Josh, leave him alone! He’s gonna start crying for real!" Watching Kai’s little pout.

"Nah, nah it’s war now" Josh said grabbing Nina’s waist from behind, chin on her shoulder. "I’m staking my claim"

Kissing her again, just to push his sons buttons.

Kairo squirmed and yelled. "MY MOMMY!" Before he pulled Nina’s face down with his chubby hands, placing a big wet kiss on her lips. Then turned to his dad and glared at Josh.

Trinity and Jon who walked over to watch were doubled over, with tears in their eyes.

"Oh he petty, petty" Trinity howled.

"He showed yo ass Uce" Jon laughed out.

Josh wiped his imaginary tears. "Alright, I see how it is. My own son done turned on me"

"He loves his mommy babe, what can I say?" Nina giggled, cuddling Kai close, kissing his chubby cheek, as he smiled in Josh’s direction, like he proved his point.

Josh pursed his lips out, nodding his head. "Aight Kairo. Bet. You win today. But tonight when you in bed, best believe I’m gettin all the kisses."

Kai squinted back before waving his dad off.

Then to assert dominance, he threw his arms around his moms neck, leaning into her chest with a satisfied smile, eyes lazily open still on his dad.

"My mommy" he mumbled with a sleepy sigh.

Josh threw his hands up and backed away laughing. "Alright! Im done! I can’t win against a two year-old with dimples. Y’all got it"

As Nina laughed and kissed her baby’s head, Kairo nestled into her neck, eyes closed a little smug smile on his face. Josh kissed his sons forehead before walking away to grab his plate, shaking his head and muttering. "Man, I used to be her baby…"

"Still are!" Nina called after him, sending him a wink.

Josh turned back, that smile tugging at his lips again. "Yeah…I just gotta fight for my spot now" 

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18+! Contains Smut 🌶️

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parings : jey uso x black! oc (serena)

warnings: smut (it’s who i am), oral receiving (fem receiving), cursing, bathroom sex, ex boyfriend trope, annoying family members,

🖊️: everyone thinks serena’s ex is the one that got away. she deals with hearing it once everyday. wait until, her brother brings him to the family barbecue.

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“if it ain’t my beautiful granddaughter, where jey at?”

serena sighed yet again. she was tired of the shits. every time her family had one of these bbq’s, someone couldn’t hold back on bringing up her ex. maybe it’s that old folks thing about the new young people—they never really break up, honestly.

but that wasn’t the case. when she told jey, she was done with his bullshit last year, she meant it. she blocked him on everything, even xbox live, and changed her number. he wanted to run the streets across the earth slanging dick to any nxt newbie who smiled his way, go ahead. she wouldn’t dare be apart of it.

but, hold on.

serena and jey, were never ‘official’ official. but was…official. y’know?

they both posted each other, were always boo’d up at the club, slept over at each others places, he even flew her to his matches or wherever he was in the world…he’ll, they even met each others families.

which is proving to have done more harm than good.

“granny, y’know me and jey aren’t together no more.” serena sighed before kissing her granny on the cheek

“yea yea, but you kids always breakup, than makeup, breakup, than makeup again. next thing, ya pregnant—“

serena’s mother let out a gasp from the side of her, “alright mama, serena ain’t pregnant…right?”

“ma!”

“i’m just askin, girl damn. she ain’t lyin’ at least. but mama, serena and jey aren’t together. let’s let her be today, alright mama?"

her granny frowned, waving her hand dismissively. she was old but not that old. "nah, i ain't buyin' it. that boy looked at you like you hung the damn moon, serena. i've been around long enough to know when somethin's real."

serena shifted uncomfortably on the plastic lawn chair, and swirled her cup. if the ground could swallow her…do it now.

"i remember when he first came 'round here," granny continued, her eyes going distant with memory of him. "so respectful. callin' me 'ma'am' and bringin' those fancy chocolates i like. not like them other boys you used to drag through here."

"granny, please—"

"listen to me, child. when yo granddaddy first caught my eye, it was the same way. that fire. that boy jey was your one. i felt it in these old bones. the way he'd look for you first thing when he walked in a room."

serena stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the concrete patio. "i need another drink."

she walked toward the back house, ignoring the concerned looks from her cousins. the quiet of the kitchen was a relief after the noise of the backyard. she yanked open the refrigerator, grabbing a high noon and cracking it open with more force than necessary.

the door creaked open behind her. her mother's perfume—always the same since serena was a child—filled the small space.

"you okay?" her mother's voice came from behind her.

serena turned, leaning against the counter. "i'm fine. just tired of everyone bringing up ancient history."

"a year ain't ancient, baby girl."

"feels like it." serena took a long sip, the cold bubbles burning her throat. she knew her granny didn’t mean any harm. jey was a sweetheart and a charmer. everyone loved him. it was natural for them.

"you know granny means well. she just thought—"

"ma, seriously? you too now?"

her mother raised her hands defensively. "i'm not saying get back with him. i'm just askin if you heard from him. he called the house last week."

serena’s hand froze, the drink half way to her lips. she could feel her heart beating in her ears damn near. "he what?"

"listen. for someone who claims to have not been official, you were real hurt, serena. i could barely get you out your house inna mornin' to meet me for breakfast."

"ma, why did he call here? why are you ignoring my question?"

"baby, i saw how much you loved that boy," her mother said softly, coming closer. "the way your whole face lit up when he'd call. how you'd be runnin' around gettin' all dolled up when he was comin' to town."

serena rolled her eyes, but her mother pressed on.

"you've always been like this, since you was little. reactive. feelin' everything so big. when you hurt, you hurt deep. and that's okay, but—"

serena palmed her face, "ma, you still ain't answered my question about why he called here."

her mother sighed, leaning against the counter. "i understand y'all weren't official or whatever, but was that ever really discussed between y'all? 'cause from where everybody else was standin', it sure looked official."

"that's not—"

"i'm not takin' his side, serena. i promise you that. i'm on your side. always have been. that's why seein' you so torn up over him had me worried. you was cryin' for weeks, wouldn't eat right, wouldn't go out."

serena looked down at her can, picking at the label with her thumbnail. the truth stung more than she wanted to admit.

"all i'm sayin' is—"

"ma, please just tell me why he called the house." serena's voice cracked slightly.

her mother busied herself straightening the napkins on the counter before letting out a sigh. before serena's mom could open her mouth, a familiar voice boomed from the front of the house.

"aye wassup uce!"

serena's heart dropped to her stomach. she knew that voice. her body tensed up as her eyes shot to her mother's face, which had guilt written all over it.

"ma?" serena whispered, her voice barely audible.

the sound of footsteps and male laughter grew louder. serena's mom suddenly became very interested in rearranging the potato salad on the counter.

"i was gonna tell you, but—"

serena's older brother drew's voice carried down the hallway. "yeah man, everybody's out back. ma and granny been cookin' all day."

serena gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white. "you didn't."

her mother finally looked up, her expression apologetic but firm. "drew called yesterday sayin' he was bringin' a friend. i didn't know it was jey until this mornin', and by then—"

"by then what?" serena hissed, panic rising in her chest. "you couldn't pick up a phone? send a text? 'hey baby girl, by the way, your ex that broke your heart is comin' to the family barbecue'?"

serena felt like she'd been slapped. how could they? how could he? before she could respond, drew appeared in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space. and right behind him, looking exactly the same as he had a year ago, was jey.

"look who i found wanderin' around downtown," drew announced, oblivious to the tension in the room. "said he was in town for a show tomorrow."

jey stood there in his fitted black tee and jeans, tattoos showing under his sleeves, that same half-smile on his face that used to make serena's knees weak. his eyes found hers immediately, just like granny said they always did.

"hey," he said softly, only to her.

serena's throat closed up. she gripped her drink tighter, searching desperately for words, any words.

drew looked between them, finally sensing something was off. "uh, y'all good?"

"drew, come help me with somethin' outside," their mother said quickly, grabbing drew's arm and practically dragging him toward the back door.

"but i just got—"

"now, boy."

the back door slammed shut, leaving serena alone with jey in the suddenly too-small kitchen. the silence stretched between them like a rubber band about to snap.

the ticking of the old kitchen clock filled the silence. serena felt like she was underwater, everything moving in slow motion. jey took a step toward her, that familiar look in his eyes—the one that used to make her forgive him anything.

"rena, i—"

the nickname hit her like a physical blow. she felt the aluminum can give way beneath her fingers, crumpling with a satisfying crunch. without a word, she pitched it into the trash can beside the fridge, the metallic clang punctuating her silence.

jey reached out as she moved toward the door. "can we just talk for a—"

she didn't slow down, just raised her palm to his face as she brushed past him, close enough to catch that same cologne he always wore. his words died in his throat. the heat of his body nearly made her falter, but she kept moving, pushing through the screen door and back into the noise and sunshine of the backyard.

serena scanned the crowd, ignoring the curious glances from relatives who'd clearly seen jey arrive. she spotted sierra by the grill, laughing with their cousin marcus. sierra, who'd held her while she cried over jey more times than she could count.

"hey cuz," sierra said as serena approached, her smile fading when she caught sight of serena's face. "what's wrong with—oh shit." her eyes widened, looking past serena toward the house. "is that who i think it is?"

"sierra, i swear to god i'm about to lose my fuckin' mind," serena whispered, grabbing her cousin's arm. "did you know he was coming?

"hell no! i would've warned you."

marcus raised an eyebrow, "who we talkin' about?"

"nobody," serena snapped, then sighed. "sorry, marcus. just… can you give us a minute?"

he nodded, backing away with his plate of food. "y'all women and your drama. i'll be by the speakers if anybody needs me."

as soon as he was out of earshot, sierra grabbed serena's shoulders. "what happened? what did he say to you?"

"nothin' yet. i didn't give him the chance." serena's hands were shaking. "sierra, i can't do this. not today. not here with everybody watchin'."

sierra glanced toward the house where jey had emerged onto the back porch engaging in a conversation with her brother and few of her cousins, "you want me to create a diversion so you can escape? i could fake an asthma attack."

despite everything, serena let out a small laugh. "you don't have fuckin' asthma. i do."

"details, details." sierra waved dismissively. "seriously though, you want me to take you home?"

serena sighed, glancing around at her aunties and uncles who were already watching her with curious eyes, "nah, i can't just bounce. you know how they get. by tomorrow mornin' the whole family group chat would be blowin' up about how i ran off 'cause jey showed up."

"so what? let 'em talk."

"easy for you to say. you ain't the one they be analyzin' like a damn science experiment." serena rolled her shoulders back, straightening her spine. "i gotta just deal with this shit. act like it don't bother me."

"you sure? 'cause your face tellin' a different story right now."

serena took a deep breath, smoothing her expression into something she hoped looked like indifference. "i'm good. i'm grown. it's been a year."

a deep, familiar laugh cut through the backyard chatter, making serena's stomach flip despite herself. she turned to see jey standing with her granny, who was patting his cheek like he was still her favorite. she was smiling up at him, nodding along to whatever he was saying, completely captivated.

"unbelievable," serena muttered. "look at granny actin' like he's the second coming."

sierra snorted. "you know how she is about him. always thought he hung the moon."

serena watched as jey leaned down to listen to something her grandmother whispered. whatever it was made him look up, his eyes scanning the yard until they locked with serena's. his smile shifted, something softer and more private passing over his face.

without thinking, serena raised her hand, middle finger extended high and proud in his direction.

"childish ass bitch," sierra muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched up. "real mature, 'rena."

"what? he deserved it." serena dropped her hand, heat rising to her cheeks as she realized several relatives had witnessed her little display.

sierra shook her head. "you really tryna convince everybody you over him with that move? 'cause all i'm seein' is a girl who still got feelings strong enough to be mad."

"shut up," serena grumbled, grabbing a fresh drink from the cooler. "i ain't got no feelings except annoyance."

"mhmm. that's why you flippin' him off in front of granny and the whole family." sierra's eyes tracked something over serena's shoulder. "heads up, he's coming this way."

serena's spine stiffened. her body froze, once again. "he better not."

"too late." sierra stepped back slightly. "i'ma give y'all some space—"

"don't you dare leave me," serena hissed, grabbing her cousin's wrist.

"fine, but i ain't being your buffer all day." sierra crossed her arms as jey approached, his steps slow and deliberate, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

"hey, sierra," jey said, his voice gentle as he came to stand before them.

sierra gave him a once-over, her lips pressed into a thin line. she didn't respond, just took a long, pointed sip of her drink while staring straight through him like he was made of glass.

the silence hung heavy between them until serena couldn't take it anymore. "why the hell are you here? one of those nxt bitches didn't let you fuck or something?" the words came out sharper than she intended, dripping with venom.

jey's expression fell, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he schooled them back into neutrality. "it ain't like that, rena."

"don't call me that," serena snapped. "and you didn't answer my question."

he shifted his weight, glancing around at the relatives who were pretending not to eavesdrop. "can we talk somewhere private?"

"hell no," serena laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "anything you gotta say, you can say right here."

sierra's eyes bounced between them like she was watching a tennis match. "i'ma go check on granny," she muttered, finally removing herself despite serena's death glare.

jey waited until sierra was out of earshot before speaking again. "i'm in town for a show tomorrow night at the arena. drew hit me up when he heard i was comin'."

"and you just thought you'd crash my family barbecue? for what?" serena crossed her arms tight over her chest, creating a barrier between them.

"i didn't know you'd be here," he kissed his lips at her expression. "alright, that's a lie. i knew. i wanted to see you."

"well, now you've seen me. mission accomplished." serena moved to step around him, but he shifted slightly, not quite blocking her path but making it clear he wasn't done.

"rena—serena," he corrected himself when her eyes flashed. "i just… can we just talk? five minutes."

serena felt eyes on her from all directions—her nosy-ass cousins, her aunties, her grandmother who was watching with naked hope on her face. she couldn't make a scene, not here.

"no," she said through gritted teeth. "you saw me. you ruined my fuckin day. get out. now."

jey ran his hand over his face, exhaling deeply. "look ian mean to ambush you. drew invited me, and i didnt have a choice. i thought maybe—"

"stop talking to me," serena hissed, cutting him off. "just stop."

she turned away from him, her eyes landing on the back porch where her mother stood, watching the whole scene unfold. her mama's expression was a mixture of guilt and concern, her hands nervously twisting the dish towel she held.

without another word to jey, serena stormed past her relatives, ignoring their whispers and stares. she pushed through the screen door, brushing past her mother without acknowledging her.

"baby girl—" her mother started.

serena kept walking, taking the familiar path through the house to the stairs. each step creaked under her weight as she climbed, muscle memory guiding her to her childhood bedroom. she slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the old house.

her room was exactly as she'd left it years ago when she moved out. trophies from high school track meets lined the dresser. polaroids and concert tickets were still stuck in the frame of her mirror. the faded pink comforter on her bed was pulled tight—her mother must have made it up, knowing she might need a retreat.

serena sank onto the edge of the bed, dropping her head into her hands. the nerve of him. the absolute audacity to show up here, in her safe space, with that puppy dog look in his eyes like he hadn't been the one to—

a soft knock interrupted her thoughts.

"go away," she called, not bothering to lift her head.

the door creaked open anyway. "it's just me," sierra's voice came soft from the doorway. "brought you a drink. figured you might need somethin' stronger than that high noon."

serena looked up to see her cousin holding two red cups. "is that uncle roy's special punch?"

sierra grinned, closing the door behind her. "you know it. man pours half a bottle of hennessy in there and calls it 'just a splash.'"

serena accepted the cup, taking a long sip and wincing at the burn. "thanks."

sierra settled beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. "so… that was intense."

serena snorted. "that's one word for it."

"everybody downstairs actin' like they ain't just witnessed a whole telenovela episode." sierra nudged her shoulder. "auntie mabel already on the phone with her prayer circle."

"lord, they gonna be burnin' sage and prayin' over my love life by sundown."

they sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. the muffled sounds of the party continued below—music, laughter, the occasional shout.

"he looks good," sierra said after a while, her voice careful. "got his hair all different."

serena sighed, staring into her cup. "i noticed. that mullet always made me wanna just sit on his stupid face."

"you know what i think?"

"i know you gonna tell me regardless." serena sighed, throwing an arm over her face

sierra took another sip, studying serena's profile. "i think you still care about him."

"course i care," serena mumbled, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "don't mean i want him back."

sierra twirled the ice in her cup. "so… you gonna avoid him all day?"

serena leaned back against the bed, her eyes fixed on the glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck to her ceiling from when she was fourteen. "that was the plan."

"you know he ain't leavin' without talkin' to you. stubborn ass."

serena closed her eyes, feeling the alcohol warm her chest. "i hate that he still looks so damn good," she admitted quietly. "like, why couldn't he have gotten fat or lost all his hair or something?"

"girl, i know. it's been what, nearly a year? and he still walkin' around looking like that. it's disrespectful."

they fell silent again, the bass from the music downstairs vibrating through the floorboards. serena traced the rim of her cup with her finger, the words she'd been holding back for so long suddenly pressing against her throat.

"sometimes i miss him," she whispered, so softly sierra had to lean in to hear. "like, stupid things. the way he'd call me pretty or call to stay on facetime. how he'd send me flowers wherever he was across the world, or pulling me to sit in his lap if it was hella chairs near us."

"i was in love with him, si. like, really in love." serena's voice cracked slightly. "even though we both kept sayin' we didn't want commitment, that we were just havin' fun… we belonged to each other. y'know?"

"i know, girl…shit, everybody knew. that's why the family still asks about him."

serena wiped at a tear that had escaped. "it's so stupid. he fucked up, not me. i shouldn't be the one sittin' here cryin'."

"love ain't about who's right and who's wrong," sierra said, putting an arm around her cousin. "it's messy. and yeah, he fucked up. but that don't mean you can't still hurt."

serena took another long sip of her drink. "the worst part is, even after everything, there's still this part of me that wants to hear what he has to say."

"so maybe you should."

"and then what?" serena asked, throwing her hands up. "forgive him? go back to whatever the hell we were doing before? he cheated on me, si."

sierra raised an eyebrow. "did he though? y'all wasn't official, right? that's what you kept tellin' everybody."

"we weren't, but…" serena trailed off, frustration evident in her voice. "we were something. and he knew it. he knew what we had."

"so what are you really mad about? that he slept with someone else, or that y'all never put a real label on what you had?"

serena opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. she couldn’t think straight. hell, she was mad about something.

someone else had her man...in ways she was promised only she’d see.

serena swirled the drink in her cup, watching the ice cubes clink against the plastic. maybe sierra was right. maybe she wasn't even sure what she was mad about anymore. the hurt had calcified into something hard and protective around her heart, and she'd been carrying it for so long she wasn't sure how to put it down.

"i don't know, si," she finally said, her voice small. "i thought i was over it. over him. and then he walks in looking like… that, and my stomach does that stupid flippy thing and i'm right back where i started."

sierra squeezed her shoulder. "listen, rena. i ain't sayin' forgive him or take him back or nothin' like that. i'm just sayin' hear the man out. closure, y'know?"

serena thought about it for a moment, her mind racing through all the possibilities. what if he just wanted to apologize? what if he wanted her back? what if he was just being polite because drew invited him?

sierra leaned in closer, her voice low and serious. "any nigga worth showing up to a family barbecue is worth hearing out. especially one who's still got you this twisted after all this time."

serena snorted, rolling her eyes. "oh please. they all love his 'main event' ass. they wouldn't let his ass get a paper cut." she gestured vaguely toward the window where the sounds of the party continued. "granny's probably down there feedin' him her special sweet potato pie right now. the one she only makes at thanksgiving."

"so what?" sierra challenged. "you gonna hide up here all day? let everybody think he sent you runnin'?"

serena's jaw tightened. "i ain't runnin'."

"sure looks like it from where i'm sittin'."

serena knocked back the rest of her drink, the alcohol burning a path down her throat. "fine. i'll talk to him. five minutes, that's it. but not here, not with everybody and their mama watchin' and listenin'."

sierra grinned, looking far too pleased with herself. "that's my girl."

"don't look so smug," serena warned, standing up and smoothing her dress. "i'm just tired of hidin' out in my childhood bedroom like i'm sixteen again."

she caught her reflection in the mirror, noting the slight flush in her cheeks from the alcohol. her hair was still perfect, thank god, and her makeup had held up despite the heat. at least she looked good while her life was falling apart. again.

sierra hopped up from the bed, adjusting her dress. "well, if you gonna face him, might as well do it with a full stomach. i think i smell granny's mac and cheese from here."

serena took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "alright. let's do this."

as if on cue, her mother's voice carried up the stairs. "serena! sierra! y'all come on down, food's ready!"

sierra raised an eyebrow. "saved by the bell."

they made their way downstairs, serena's heart hammering against her ribs with each step. as they reached the bottom, a small group of serena's uncles and their friends were pushing through the front door, laughing loudly.

"y'all got any more of that hennessy punch?" uncle roy called out, leading the pack toward the kitchen. "we drank the cooler dry!"

serena's mother appeared from the dining room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. her eyes immediately found serena's, relief washing over her face.

"there you are, baby girl," she said softly.

before serena could remember she was supposed to be mad, she found herself crossing the room and wrapping her arms around her mother. the familiar scent of cocoa butter and the same perfume her mother had worn since serena was little enveloped her.

her mother hugged her tight, one hand coming up to stroke her hair like she used to do when serena was small. "i love you always," she whispered into serena's ear. "you're the prize, remember that. don't you ever forget it."

serena squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden burn of tears. "i know, ma," she murmured.

when they pulled apart, her mama cupped her face. "you good?"

serena nodded, managing a small smile. "i'm good."

"alright then," her mother said, patting her cheek. "everybody's waitin' on us. your uncle lewis been eyein' that brisket for an hour."

they made their way through the house and out to the backyard where tables had been set up and loaded with food. the smell of barbecue and her granny's famous sides filled the air. serena kept her eyes carefully trained on the spread, avoiding scanning the crowd for jey.

she grabbed a plate and got in line behind sierra, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on her. she could hear jey's distinctive laugh somewhere to her left, mingling with her brother's and cousins'.

"serena, baby," her granny called from her seat of honor at the head of the longest table.

serena sighed, already knowing what was coming "yes, granny?"

"make jey's plate," her grandmother said, not even trying to be subtle. "that boy's been workin' hard, travelin' all over. probably ain't had a home cooked meal in a minute."

"his hands ain't broke, granny," serena said, her voice coming out sharper than she intended.

granny's eyes widened, her expression hardening. "serena marie! where are your manners, girl? that boy is a guest in this house."

"it's fine, ms. elaine," jey said, suddenly appearing beside serena in the food line. he smiled down at granny with that charming grin that used to make serena weak. "i got it. actually, let me make your plate too, rena."

he reached for serena's empty plate, his fingers brushing against hers. the brief contact sent an unwelcome jolt through her body.

"it's serena and i don't need you to make my plate," serena said, trying to pull it back. "i can do it myself."

but jey had already taken both plates, stepping ahead of her in line. "i know whatchu like. still no baked beans, extra mac and cheese, right?"

serena stood there fuming as jey moved down the line, carefully filling both plates. the audacity of this man. she caught sierra's eye across the yard, her cousin giving her a what-the-hell-just-happened look.

jey was piling her plate with all her favorites—her grandaddy's secret smoked brisket, granny's mac and cheese, potato salad with extra paprika the way she liked it. he even remembered to keep the greens separate so it wouldn't touch the other food.

"here you go," he said, turning back to hand her the loaded plate. their fingers brushed again as she took it, and she hated how her body betrayed her with a shiver.

"thanks," she muttered, not meeting his eyes.

jey nodded toward an empty spot at one of the tables. "mind if i sit witchu?"

before serena could respond with the firm "get the fuck out my face," that was on the tip of her tongue, granny called out from her table.

"jey, baby, come sit by me! i wanna hear all about your travelin'."

serena had never been so grateful for her grandmother's interference. jey hesitated, looking between serena and granny.

"raincheck?" he laughed softly.

serena just shrugged, already turning away. "whatever."

she watched as jey made his way to granny's table, settling in beside the older woman who immediately began fussing over him like he was still family. the betrayal stung, even if it was expected.

sierra slid onto the bench beside serena at the far table she'd chosen. "so that happened."

"don't start," serena warned, stabbing at her mac and cheese.

"i'm just sayin', he remembered exactly how you like your food."

"so what? i ain't forget how he likes his food either. don't mean nothin'." serena shoved a forkful of brisket into her mouth, chewing aggressively.

sierra raised an eyebrow. "alright, what's his favorite then?"

serena paused mid-chew, her fork hovering over her plate. she glanced over at jey's table where he was laughing at something granny said, that same easy smile lighting up his face. "ribs. extra sauce. potato salad but not with eggs. corn bread, mash potatoes on the side with extra gravy and sweet tea so sweet it could put you in a diabetic coma."

"damn, girl. you really just proved my point."

"shut up and eat your food."

serena tried to focus on her plate, but her eyes kept drifting to jey's table. he was being his usual charming self, listening intently to granny's stories and asking all the right questions. her younger cousin jasmine had somehow wormed her way into the conversation and was batting her eyelashes like jey was gonna give her his autograph.

"that lil girl need to sit down somewhere," serena muttered under her breath.

"who, jasmine?" sierra followed her gaze. "oh lord, she really is layin' it on thick. somebody need to tell her she look desperate."

"not my problem," serena said, though her grip on her fork tightened when jasmine giggled at something jey said.

"mhmm. that's why you stabbin' your mac and cheese like it owe you money."

serena forced herself to look away, focusing on her cousin randal who was telling some story about his new job. she nodded at all the right moments, laughed when she was supposed to, but her attention kept wandering.

after what felt like forever, people started clearing their plates and settling into the lazy afternoon rhythm of a family barbecue. the older folks claimed the chairs in the shade, the kids ran around the yard with water balloons, and the adults her age congregated around the speakers where someone had put on a throwback playlist.

serena was helping clear tables when jey appeared beside her, collecting empty cups.

"you don't have to do that," she said without looking at him.

"i know. i want to help."

they worked in silence for a few minutes, the tension between them thick enough to cut. serena was hyperaware of his every movement, the way he would get to close to her, and reach for the same stack of paper plates and cup she would to attempt to brush against her.

"yo granny's somethin' else," he said as they both reached for the same stack of plates. "she made me promise to take some leftovers back to my hotel."

"that's granny for you. she'd feed the whole world if she could."

jey nodded, his expression thoughtful. "she asked about you, you know. when you went upstairs earlier."

serena stayed quiet. part of her remember what sierra said earlier…to hear him out. another part of her wanted him get the fuck away from her before she tried to see how hard a plastic knife could stick him. 

"what did you tell her?" serena asked despite herself, still not meeting his eyes.

"told her you was probably tired. long day." jey's hands stilled on the plates he was stacking. "she said you been workin' too much lately. not takin' care of yourself."

serena rolled her eyes, "granny talks too much."

"she cares about you. they all do." jey glanced around the yard where her family was scattered in their usual post-meal contentment. "missed this, you know. all of them."

"well they clearly missed you too," serena said, the bitterness creeping back into her voice. "jasmine damn near climbed in your lap during dinner."

jey's mouth quirked up at the corner. "you jealous of a nineteen-year-old?"

"boy, please." serena rolled her eyes, but heat crept up her neck. "i just think it's funny how you show up here after all this time and everybody acts like you never left."

"not everybody," jey said quietly, his eyes finding hers. "you act like you wish i never existed."

serena finally looked at him fully, taking in the familiar planes of his face, the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he was being serious. "some days i do."

the honesty in her voice seemed to catch them both off guard. jey's expression softened, something vulnerable flickering across his features.

"rena—"

"don't." she held up a hand, stepping back. "just… don't."

jey didn't move, his eyes still fixed on her face. "can we talk? please? just ten minutes."

serena looked around. the kitchen had emptied out completely, everyone heading to the yard to start doing the cha cha slide.

jey took a step closer. "ten minutes, that's all i'm asking. and then if you want me gone, i'm gone."

a loud splash followed by raucous cheers and laughter erupted from the yard. serena glanced toward the sound, then back at jey. the kitchen was quiet now, just the two of them standing amid half-cleared plates and the lingering smell of barbecue.

"fine," she finally said, crossing her arms. "ten minutes. and after that, you leave. i mean it, jey."

relief washed over his face. "thank you."

serena leaned against the counter, creating distance between them. "your time's already ticking."

jey ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking nervous in a way she'd rarely seen before. "i don't even know where to start."

"maybe with why you're really here," serena suggested, her voice cooler than she felt. "because i ain't buying that drew just happened to invite you and you just happened to accept."

"i asked him to," jey admitted. "when i found out i was coming to town for the show, i reached out. i've been trying to find a way to talk to you for months."

serena raised an eyebrow. "thats bullshit."

"you changed your number."

"there's a reason for that."

jey nodded, accepting the hit. "i deserved that. i deserved all of it—the blocking, the number change, everything."

silence stretched between them. from outside, the sounds of the party continued, but they felt distant, like they were in their own bubble of time.

"clock's ticking," she reminded him, tapping an imaginary watch on her wrist.

he nodded, running a hand over his hair. "i fucked up. i know tha—"

"we weren't together," she shot back automatically. "remember? you made that very clear every time i brought up where we stood."

jey's shoulders slumped. "i know. and that was me being stupid and scared. i didn't want to put a label on us because i was afraid of fucking it up. and look what happened—i fucked it up anyway."

serena laughed, the sound hollow. "you expect me to believe that? after what i saw?"

jey took a deep breath, leaning against the opposite counter. "what you saw… god, rena, i wish i could take it all back."

"but you can't," she said flatly. "so what now?"

ey stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "what you saw was me being the biggest fool on the planet. i ain't got no excuse that's good enough, but i need you to know something."

he took a deep breath, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "i love you, serena. i always have. never stopped, not for a single day."

serena's breath caught in her throat. "don't."

"it's the truth," he continued, his eyes glistening. "i've loved you since that first night in new orleans when you cussed me out for spillin' your drink and then made me buy you two more."

he ran a hand over his face, struggling to find the words. "the whole time we were together—or whatever we was—i kept thinkin' i wasn't enough for you. not good enough, not stable enough."

serena stared at him, speechless.

"i grew up watchin' my pops lose every damn thing trying to make it in this business," jey said, his voice rough with emotion. "he was gone all the time, chasing that next booking, that next big break. my mama raised us practically alone while he was out there living his dream. and when he finally came home for good, broken down and bitter, she didn't even know him anymore."

jey's eyes were intense, almost pleading. "i swore i'd never do that to someone i loved. never make them sit at home waiting, wondering if i was coming back, if it was all worth it. but then there i was, doing exactly that to you. on the road 300 days a year, asking you to understand, to wait."

"i never complained about that," serena said quietly.

"you shouldn't have had to. i was becoming my father, and i hated myself for it." jey's voice cracked slightly. "so i kept telling myself—and you—that we weren't serious, that we were just having fun. because if we weren't really together, then i wasn't really failing you."

serena felt tears pricking at her eyes. "so you slept with her instead? to prove your point?"

"i was trying to sabotage the best thing in my life because i convinced myself i'd ruin it eventually anyway." jey stepped closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne. "i wanted to be the man you deserved, but i didn't know how. not without giving up everything i'd worked for, and i was too selfish to do that."

serena's heart hammered in her chest. "you could have talked to me. told me how you felt."

outside, the music shifted to something slow and soulful. the late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the floor between them.

he looked down at his hands, flexing them slightly. "i was scared that if i fully claimed you, made you mine officially, i'd do to you what he did to my mama. i'd drag you into that life of always wanting more, never being enough."

"that wasn't your choice to make," serena said quietly.

"i know that now," jey admitted. "but back then, i thought i was protecting you. so i kept us in that gray area, tellin' myself we was just having fun, that you were free to walk away anytime."

serena crossed her arms, shaking her head as she processed his words. "you're not the only one who was scared, jey." her voice came out smaller than she intended. "i wasn't any better than you. not really."

jey’s eyes glossed over as he leaned against the counter, "whatchu’ mean?"

"i mean i played along with the whole 'we're just having fun' thing because i was terrified too." she laughed bitterly, blinking back tears. "every time you'd say we weren't serious, i'd just nod and agree, pretending that's what i wanted too."

"but it wasn't?"

"of course it wasn't!" serena threw her hands up. "i was head over heels in love with you, but too damn proud to admit it. i wanted you—all of you—100%. i wanted to be your girlfriend, your woman, not just some girl you were 'having fun' with in every city."

jey took a step closer, hope flickering across his face. "why didn't you ever say anything?"

"for the same stupid reasons you didn't. i was scared. scared you'd choose the road, the career, anything but me." she wiped at a tear that had escaped. "so i played it cool, acted like i was fine with whatever we were, even though it was killing me."

"rena…"

"and then when i saw you with her, it was like… confirmation of everything i feared. that i wasn't enough, that i was just one of many." her voice broke slightly. "so i ran."

they stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their confessions hanging in the air between them. serena finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

"so what? what's the point of telling me all this now?" she asked, her voice rising with emotion. "we were both cowards, we both messed up, and now what? you think you can just walk back into my life after all this time and—"

her words died in her throat as jey closed the distance between them in two quick strides. his hand caught her by the belt loop of her jeans, tugging her against him. before she could process what was happening, his mouth was on hers, hungry and desperate.

for one stunned moment, serena froze. then something inside her broke loose—all the anger, all the longing, all the love she'd been trying to bury for two years. her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she melted into the kiss.

jey's hands slid to her waist, lifting her slightly so she was perched on the edge of the counter. she could feel his heart hammering against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. his fingers tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

with a sudden surge of need, serena pushed against his chest. his eyes widened, thinking she was rejecting him, but she slid off the counter in one fluid motion. her fingers curled into his shirt as she backed him toward the pantry door, her eyes never leaving his.

"what are you—" he whispered, but she silenced him with another kiss, reaching behind him to turn the knob.

they stumbled into the dark pantry, the door clicking shut behind them. the small space was filled with the scent of spices and flour, barely enough room for both of them. serena pressed him against the shelves, canned goods rattling as their bodies collided.

"we shouldn't—your family—" jey managed between kisses, his hands already sliding under her shirt.

"shut up," she breathed against his mouth, her fingers working at his belt buckle.

the metal clinked in the darkness as she yanked it open, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. he gasped against her mouth when she found him, already hard and straining against the fabric.

jey's head fell back against the shelf as she stroked him, his breath coming in short pants. "fuck, rena—"

his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her in for another desperate kiss before his lips traveled down her neck. the scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, her body arching into his touch.

"listen to me," she whispered fiercely, her hand stilling as she gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at her. even in the dim light filtering through the cracks of the door, she could see the heat in his eyes. "i ever find out you're giving dick to another bitch, i'll kill you. i swear to god, jey."

"i'm yours. only yours. i promise, ma."

his hand slid up her thigh, disappearing beneath her dress. "prove it," she challenged, her breath hitching as his fingers found the edge of her panties.

"right here?" he asked, his eyes darting to the door. the sounds of the party outside seemed impossibly distant.

"right here," she confirmed, already working his jeans down his hips. "right now."

he spun them around so her back was against the shelves, lifting her effortlessly. her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed her dress up, his mouth reclaiming hers in a kiss that left no doubt about who she belonged to.

"someone gone hear us," he murmured against her lips, even as his fingers hooked into her panties.

serena bit his lower lip, her eyes locked with his. "then you better make sure i stay quiet."

the shelves creaked ominously as jey pressed closer, his hands everywhere at once. serena clung to him, as he slid her panties to the side and slid inside her in one complete thrust. her mouth opened on a silent scream.

serena threw her head back, biting her lip to keep from crying out as jey's thick dick stretched her pussy, splitting her wide open. the feeling was overwhelming—like coming home and discovering something brand new all at once. she clutched his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin through his shirt.

"fuck," he growled against her neck, immediately starting to fuck her with deep, relentless strokes. "so goddamn tight, baby."

he shifted his stance, wrapping one muscular arm under her ass to support her weight while his other hand reached up to grab one of the shelves above her head. the new leverage let him drill into her cunt with punishing force, each thrust pushing her higher against the wall of canned goods.

"i missed yo ass so much. i missed this pussy," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against her ear. "thought about it every fuckin' night."

serena's eyes rolled back, pleasure building at the base of her spine. "shut up and fuck me," she hissed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies coming together.

jey obeyed, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. the shelf above them creaked dangerously with each thrust, threatening to give way under his grip. serena bit down on his shoulder to muffle her moans, the taste of cotton and his cologne filling her senses.

"nobody fucks me like you," she admitted in a breathless whisper, her pride momentarily forgotten in the haze of pleasure. "nobody."

his pace faltered for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, one hand sliding between them to find her clit. "and nobody ever will," he promised, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. "you belong to me. yea?"

the dual sensation of his dick stretching her walls and his fingers working her clit had serena climbing rapidly toward release. she could feel herself getting wetter with each thrust, her slick arousal making obscene sounds as he pounded into her.

"i'm close," she warned, her voice tight with desperation. "don't stop, please don't stop—"

jey's fingers pressed harder against her clit, making tight circles as his hips pistoned relentlessly. "tell me, baby. tell me what i need to hear."

serena's body tensed, her cunt clenching around his thickness as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. she choked back a sob as her release neared, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

"did you miss me?" jey whispered against her ear, his voice rough with need. "did you miss this dick?"

serena couldn't hold back anymore, all her pride dissolving in the heat between them. "yea," she cried out, the admission torn from her throat in a choked, broken sound.

"yea?" he pressed, slowing his strokes to deep, deliberate thrusts that hit something perfect inside her.

"mhmm," she managed, the sound low and desperate.

"mhm," he mimicked, matching her mewl as a smirk played across his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

something about his cockiness ignited a fire in her. serena slid her hand into his mullet, fingers tangling in the longer strands at the back of his neck. she tugged hard, using his hair as leverage to pull him closer. the sudden pain made him slam into her with unexpected force, hitting so deep she accidentally let out a scream.

panic flashed across jey's face. he immediately released the shelf, his hand flying to cover her mouth. his palm pressed firmly against her lips, muffling any further sounds as he continued to fuck into her soaking wet cunt.

"shh, baby," he whispered urgently, his eyes darting toward the door. "you tryna get us caught? everybody and they mama gone be in here if you keep screamin' like that."

serena's eyes rolled back as she moaned against his palm, the added danger of possibly being discovered only heightening her pleasure. her tongue darted out, tasting the salt of his skin. serena's eyes rolled back, her muffled moans vibrating against his palm

jey's hand remained over her mouth as his thrusts became more erratic. serena's nails dug into his shoulders, her eyes rolling back as she finally tipped over the edge. her orgasm crashed through her in violent waves, her pussy clenching and pulsing around his dick.

"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained as he fought his own release. "cum all over this dick, ma. show me how much you missed it."

serena's nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks through his shirt as her body convulsed with aftershocks. her pussy contracting violently around jey's thickness.

she felt herself gushing, hot slick flooding between them as her release drenched his dick. her release coated him, slick and hot, making each thrust wetter than the last. her thighs trembled uncontrollably, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"fuck, baby," jey groaned, feeling her cum drench him. "i can feel you—"

his words cut off as his own orgasm hit without warning. with a final powerful thrust, jey buried himself to the hilt inside her spasming cunt, a guttural grunt tearing from his throat as he came.

she locked her ankles behind his back, pulling him deeper, refusing to let him pull out. the message is clear.

"you sure?" he asks, his control slipping. when she nods frantically against his palm, he loses what little restraint he had left.

his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her firmly in place as he emptied himself deep within her, his cum pulsing hot against her walls.

serena felt each throb of his cock as he filled her, their releases mixing together in a mess of heat and desire. their bodies remained locked together, both of them panting against each other's skin as they rode out the aftershocks.

"goddamn," jey finally whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "i forgot how good we are together."

serena let out a breathless laugh, her body still tingling from her intense orgasm. "shut up. we ain't good together. we're fuckin' incredible together."

his smile was bright even in the dim light. "can't argue with that."

the sound of someone calling serena's name from the kitchen suddenly brought them crashing back to reality.

"shit," serena hissed, unwinding her legs from his waist and hastily adjusting her dress. "that's my mama."

jey quickly tucked himself back into his pants, fastening his belt while serena smoothed her hair and wiped at the corners of her mouth.

"serena? you in here?" her mother's voice was getting closer.

"just a sec, ma!" serena called out, her voice surprisingly steady. she turned to jey, her expression suddenly serious despite their disheveled state. "this doesn't fix everything."

jey nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "we need to talk for real. not just...this."

serena nodded, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "i know."

"later tonight?"

before she could answer, the pantry door swung open, flooding the small space with light.

serena froze, her hand still smoothing her rumpled dress as the pantry door swung wide open. the harsh kitchen light flooded in, illuminating their guilty faces and jey's frantic attempts to stuff himself back into his boxers.

her mother stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other still gripping the doorknob. her expression shifted from confusion to realization to exasperation in the span of three seconds.

"a damn shame," her mother said, shaking her head slowly. "just a shame. not official my ass." she gestured between them with a dismissive wave. "get yall asses together and get out my damn pantry with that freaky shit."

jey cleared his throat, finally managing to secure his belt. "ms. johnson, i apologize for—"

"boy, save it," she interrupted, though there was a hint of amusement beneath her expression.

before her mother could finish her thought, her eyes landed on something behind them. her face morphed from mild amusement to absolute horror.

"lord jesus—" she gasped, reaching past them to grab a shelf. "y'all knocked over my—"

her mom slams the pantry door back and says, "i just bought them damn peaches, my fucking god. nut assses. its a damn lock on that pantry too."

serena and jey stood frozen for a moment before laughter bubbled up between them, the absurdity of the situation hitting them all at once. they collapsed against each other in the dark pantry, shoulders shaking with silent giggles like teenagers caught making out.

"she really more worried about them peaches than us fuckin' in her pantry," serena whispered, wiping tears from her eyes.

jey's body shook with suppressed laughter. "yo mama ain't changed a bit."

after their laughter subsided, serena straightened her dress one more time. "c'mon, we better get out before she comes back with reinforcements."

they slipped out of the pantry, checking that the coast was clear before hurrying through the kitchen. they managed to make it upstairs without being spotted, ducking into serena's bedroom and shutting the door behind them.

"shit, i look a mess," serena muttered, catching sight of herself in the mirror. her lipstick was smudged, hair disheveled, and there was a distinct flush across her chest that screamed "just got fucked."

jey came up behind her, his reflection appearing over her shoulder. "damn, you look beautiful," he said softly, his hands settling on her hips.

serena met his eyes in the mirror. "don't start again. we ain't got time for round two."

"not what i meant," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "but i wouldn't say no."

serena rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. she turned to face him, suddenly serious. "we still need to talk. for real this time."

jey nodded, his expression matching her gravity. "i know. and we will. tonight?"

serena hesitated, then nodded. "yeah. tonight."

she moved to her dresser, pulling out a hairbrush and some makeup wipes. "but first we gotta fix ourselves before the whole family figures out what we been doin'."

jey leaned against the wall, watching as she touched up her makeup. "you think your mama's gonna tell everybody?"

serena snorted. "please. that woman loves drama more than her soaps. by the time we get back downstairs, even the neighbors gonna know we was in that pantry."

jey laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "guess we better come up with a good story then."

serena paused, meeting his eyes in the mirror again. "or we could just tell the truth."

"you wanna tell em, i just fucked you in yo mama pantry?"

"no, goofy!" she laughed as she tossed a shirt at him, "tell em we together...we back."

jey's face broke into the biggest smile she'd ever seen. he lifted her off her feet, spinning her around the small room before setting her down and kissing her deeply.

"alright, alright," serena laughed against his mouth. "we gotta get back down there before somebody comes lookin'."

they finished fixing themselves up, serena adding fresh lipgloss while jey tried to tame his hair. as they headed for the door, serena grabbed his hand.

"you ready for this? 'cause once we go down there together, the whole family gonna know. and you know granny, gonna start planning our wedding and shit."

"too late for that," jey laughed, pulling her toward the door. "she been planning that shit since the first time i showed up here."

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I had one lash on, one lash off, hair halfway curled, and my phone buzzing on the counter like it was trying to break through the marble. Again.

"Damn it, Jey…" I muttered, flipping it over. His name lit up my screen for the sixth time in ten minutes. I hit decline.

Not even thirty seconds later, Incoming FaceTime...

I groaned but answered, because I knew if I didn’t, he’d just keep calling like a man possessed. "What?"

The camera was close to his face, way too fucking close — that slightly red-eyed, glossy look that told me he was real drunk. His grill flashed when he smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Where you goin’, mama?"

"Out." I didn’t even pause in grabbing my setting spray. "With the girls."

His smirk dropped. "Nah. Not tonight. Stay home."

I laughed under my breath, brushing my curls forward. "You still think you can tell me what to do? Newsflash...We’re not together, Joshua."

"You keep sayin’ that like it mean somethin’," he shot back, leaning so close to the phone that I could see the glint of his chain swinging. "You mine ‘til I say you not. Don’t get cute."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the way my stomach tightened at the edge in his voice. "You must be real gone if you think you can pop up on my phone like this, tryin’ to call shots."

"You think I won’t?" His tone shifted — low, slow, that dangerous calm he always got right before he did something stupid. "Keep playin’ with me, baby. Post one lil’ story, let me see a bottle or some dude in your section, all that shit gettin' handled."

My throat went dry, but my mouth still worked. "You sound crazy."

"And you love it.” His smirk returned, lazy and arrogant, because he knew damn well he wasn’t wrong. "Tell me you don’t."

I didn’t answer. I just hung up.

But as I turned back to the mirror, my pulse was pounding — and deep down, I already knew… tonight was about to be some shit.  My phone buzzed again before I could even slide my heels on. 

Joshua🙄

I pressed decline without a second thought, but the damn thing lit up again like he was in competition with my patience. On the fourth call, I swiped up just to get it over with.

"Nigga!...What!?"

"Don't fuckin' hang up on me," he bit out, his words sharper now, that drunken drawl still laced underneath. "You actin' real bold tonight." 

"I told you I'm going out. I don't owe you shit." 

His chuckle filled the speaker, "You think I'm just gon' sit here and let you disrespect me?" 

Jerking my head back and looked around, cause I know he done lost his damn mind. "Disrespect?" I let out a laugh, closing my bedroom door and tossing the strap of my purse up to my shoulder.  "Joshua, you are not my man. You don't get to use words like 'disrespect'. Please be fuckin' for real." 

"I'm always yo man." His voice dipped low, slow, heavy with conviction– and it hit that nerve I hard admitting still existed. "You got a bad habit of forgetting." 

"You got a bad habit of thinkin’ you own me," I snapped, pulling the phone from my ear. "I’ll talk to you when you sober up."

Beep Beep Beep. 

I didn’t wait for him to respond. My notifications were already blowing up — my girls were texting that they were outside the lounge, hyping me up with mirror selfies and "Where you at?!" messages.

I grabbed my keys, heels clacking down the stairs, that mix of irritation and adrenaline buzzing under my skin.

The second I slid into my driver’s seat, my phone lit up again.

Joshua🙄: Don’t make me come find you. Joshua🙄: You think I’m playin’.

I bit my lip, staring at the screen longer than I should’ve. His contact photo —that same stupid fine smirk I hated— stared back at me.

Another text popped up before I could lock the screen.

Joshua🙄: Bet.

I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and started the engine, shaking my head.

But that thump in my chest? That wasn’t fear.

That was knowing damn well he meant it.

The bass from the lounge was already rattling the sidewalk by the time I pulled up. Neon light spilled onto the street, and I spotted my girls posted near the entrance, drinks already in hand like they’d been pre-gaming without me.

"Finally!" Mia yelled the second I stepped out of the car, her silver mini catching the light. She hugged me tight before pulling back with a grin. "Girl, you look good as hell. He gon’ be sick when he see—"

"Don’t." I cut her off, shooting her a look that said we are not speaking his name tonight.

Tasha and Lani followed with their own greetings, hyping me up, tugging me toward the door. "C’mon, shots are already waiting."

We slipped inside, and the music hit me like a wave– sticky floor, flashing lights, that familiar haze of sweat, perfume, and liquor in the air. My irritation from earlier started to fade into something lighter, easier. 

For a while, it was just drinks and laughs. We posed for pictures, made short videos, and clinked shot glasses until my cheeks hurt from smiling. Tasha was the one filming boomerang when she turned her phone around and said , "Ooo, this is cute–going on the story." 

I didn’t think twice about it.

Until I saw the read receipt pop up from Joshua’s thread.

No text. No call. Just the read. A cold prickle slid down my spine.

"Mama, you good?" Mia asked, sipping her drink.

"Yeah," I lied, forcing a smile.

But not even ten minutes later, the crowd at the door shifted, heads turning like someone important just walked in.

And there he was.

Black fitted shirt. Cuban glinting under the lights. That damn slow, cocky walk like he had all the time in the world. His eyes found mine in seconds — and didn’t move.

"Oh, hell," Lani muttered under her breath, already recognizing the look on his face. "Is that–" 

"Please." My voice was low, my pulse loud in my ears. 

I watched him weave through the crowd, ignoring people trying to dap him up. The closer he got, the more I could see it — that slightly glassy stare, the lazy smirk that wasn’t really a smirk at all.

He stopped just in front of me, looking me up and down like he was making a mental list of all the ways he’d ruin my night.

"Enjoyin' yourself?" he dryly asked. I crossed my arms, fighting to keep my expression bored. "I was." 

He just nodded, lips twitching like he wanted to say more but was holding it in. "A'ight." 

...That was it...?

Before I could figure out what game he was playing, he turned on his heel, and glided through the crowd without another word. No scene. No dragging me out. No petty back-and-forth. 

I blinked, still staring at the space he'd left behind.  "What in the hell was that?" Mia asked, brows raised while looking over the rim of her cup. 

I took a short breath before shrugging, "Hell if I know," I muttered, shaking it off and grabbing my drink. If he wanted to pretend he didn't care, I could do that too. 

And maybe it was the tequila. Maybe it was the bass thumping throughout the lounge, and the heat from the dance floor. 

By the next song, I was in the middle of the crowd with my girls, hips rolling, hair sticking to my shoulders, our laughter cutting through the music. My phone was somewhere in my purse, forgotten.

Some guy I didn’t know slid in behind me, his hands hovering near my waist, close but not touching. I didn’t move away. I didn’t encourage it either—but I knew exactly how it looked from across the room.

Especially if a certain drunk, possessive man was still watching.

I let my head fall back, letting the beat carry me, feeling the eyes around us— the way the air seemed heavier all of a sudden.

Tasha leaned over to yell in my ear, "Girl, he’s still here." I didn't have to ask who. 

But, I knew how he was about to react. 

The music suddenly wasn’t the loudest thing in the room anymore.

I could feel it before I saw it — that shift in the air, the way the crowd seemed to ripple like they knew something was about to go down.

Fuck.

Joshua didn’t look at the guy behind me. Didn’t need to. His eyes were locked on mine, that slow, deliberate stalk that said you must be out your mind.

The guy’s hands dropped from my waist before Joshua even reached us. Smart man.

"Lemme talk to you real quick." 

And it wasn't a request. His tone cut through the bass, low but edged, and it snapped me right out of the tequila haze. 

The crowd seemed to pull back without anyone actually moving, like they could smell the tension bleeding off him. Joshua didn’t break eye contact once as he closed the space between us, that slow, deliberate gait making the whole room feel smaller.

My mouth opened to protest, but the way his hand brushed my wrist—not rough, but firm enough to remind me of exactly who I was dealing with—shut me up. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of liquor and his cologne hitting me all at once, that intoxicating mix of trouble and familiarity.

"Josh, I’m not doing this here—" I started, trying to twist my hand free.

"Didn’t ask where we was doin’ it,"he murmured, leaning down so only I could hear him. "Let's go. Now."

I glanced back at my girls, who were all wide-eyed and frozen in place. Tasha mouthed be careful while Mia shifted like she was debating stepping in. I shook my head—fast—because the last thing I needed was for him to feel challenged by somebody else.

He led me toward the back exit, not even looking around to see who was watching. Every step we took, my pulse got louder. I hated how much my body responded before my brain could tell it to chill—the familiar coil tightening in my stomach, the way my skin buzzed under his touch.

The second the door swung shut behind us, the muffled bass of the club was replaced by the hum of the city at night. Cool air rushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat radiating off him. 

He stopped just far enough from the door that no one could hear, his gaze sweeping over me like he was taking inventory.

"You out here lettin’ random dudes touch up on you now?" His voice was calm, but that calm was razor-thin. "You think that’s cute? Think I’m the type to see that shit and let it slide?"

I tilted my chin up, refusing to shrink. "He wasn't even touching me and I told you earlier, Joshua. You not my man. You don't get t–" 

His laugh cut me off, short and humorless. "See, that's where you keep fuckin' up. You think I need your permission to handle what's mine?" 

Before I could fire back, he stepped closer, his breath hitting my cheek, the smell of Hennessy heavy between us. "Finish up whatever you got goin' on. I'll be outside. Don't make me come find you again, bae." 

He didn't wait for a response, didn't so much as glance back when he walked off into the night. 

I stood there, heart thundering, my body caught somewhere between fury and adrenaline. 

By the time I finally left– ten minutes later, still trying convince myself I didn't care. My stomach was already knotted. 

I decided to just go home. I walked back into the club, and walked straight to the section Mia looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.  "You good babe?" 

Her question caused Tasha and Lani to look over.  "Yeah," I lied, grabbing my purse from the couch and finishing the last of my drink. "I'm just gonna head out." 

The three of them exchanged a look, the kind that said we know you’re lying but we’re not about to press it right now. 

"You sure?" Tasha asked, voice low so it wouldn’t get lost in the music.

I nodded, forcing a half-smile. "Yeah. I'll text when I'm home." 

They let me go, but I could still feel their eyes on me as I threaded my way through the crowd and back toward the door. Every step felt heavier, the air thicker. I told myself I was fine, that he was probably gone by now, that this was just me being paranoid.

The lie barely lasted until I hit the sidewalk.

The lot was quiet— too quiet. The kind of quiet that made every sound echo, every shadow look sharper. My heels clicked against the pavement as I headed toward my car, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling.

I unlocked the door and slid into the driver’s seat, tossing my bag onto the passenger side. The second I reached for the ignition—

Tap. Tap.

That metallic knock was soft, almost casual, but it hit me like a punch to the gut.

I turned my head slowly, and there he was.

Joshua.

His smirk was slow, deliberate, but his eyes were stone—sharp, unreadable.

"Told you not to make me come find you," he said, voice low enough that it vibrated more than it carried, sinking right into my chest. "Unlock the door." 

My fingers hovered over the lock for all of two seconds before I sighed and hit the button. There was no point pretending I had a choice—when Joshua wanted his way, he got it.

He slid into the passenger seat like he owned it, shutting the door with a quiet finality. That cologne hit first, then the faint tang of Hennessy still on his breath.

"Drive," he murmured, leaning back in the seat but keeping his gaze locked on me. "Home."

I didn’t argue. My hands gripped the wheel, knuckles tight, the quiet between us suffocating as I pulled out of the lot. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional creak of the leather when he shifted. I didn’t have to look to know he was watching me the whole ride.

When we finally pulled into my driveway, I killed the engine. Before I could even take a breath, he was out of the car, waiting for me to follow. I trailed him up the steps, every nerve in my body screaming with a mix of tension and anticipation.

The second we stepped inside, he went straight for the cabinet above my counter—the one he knew I kept my liquor stash in. 

He didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate. Just grabbed the bottle of Henny, twisted off the cap, and poured half into a glass like he hadn’t already been drinking.

"You think I ain't know?" His voice was quiet, almost conversational, but that edge was there, sharper than the glass in his hand. 

I stayed by the doorway, my purse still on my shoulder. "Know what?"

"That you out here tryin’ to move on." He took a long swallow, his eyes never leaving mine over the rim of the glass. "Think I ain’t heard? Think I ain’t seen?"

I scoffed, "Joshu–" 

"Nah, shut that shit up..." he cut in, setting the glass down with a solid thunk on the counter. "You think I ain't know about these other muthafuckas, you call yo self entertainin'?" 

I opened my mouth, but he was already closing the distance, the smell of dark liquor and him hitting me like a wave.

"You think I'm finna sit back and watch you give my shit away?" His hand came up, thick fingers brushing my jaw, deceptively gentle. "Nah, mama. That ain't how this works."  Thumb tracing my bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and my pulse went wild. 

I hated how much my body always betrayed me in moments like this. How no matter how much I wanted to stand my ground, part of me craved the storm that came with him.

"You can try, baby," he said, that dangerous calm back in full force, "but you already know how that story ends." 

Before I could get a word out, his hand slid down from my jaw, gripping my wrist, tugging me toward the couch. He didn’t shove — didn’t have to. His pull was that unspoken command I knew too well.

"Jey—"

"Sit," he said, low but firm.

I sank into the couch, my pulse hammering. He dropped down to his knees in front of me, that lazy smirk curling back up as he reached for my phone on the coffee table. My brows knitted. "What are you —"

He held it up between two fingers, unlocking it with my face before I could snatch it back. "Gon’ make somethin’ real clear to you… and to all these lil’ ‘friends’ that be blowin’ up your line."

"Joshua, stop playin—"

"Oh. I am playin'… just not the way you think." His thumb swiped quick, pulling up the camera before I could even process it.

The next thing I knew, his hands were on my thighs, pushing them apart like they weighed nothing. That thick chain of his dangled between us as he leaned in, phone in one hand, the other hooking under the hem of my dress.

"This ain't about showin' my face," he murmured, lowering his head until his lips brushed just above where I ached. "This about lettin' 'em hear what happens when you stop actin' brand fuckin' new." 

Before I could form a thought, his mouth was on me— hot, wet, deliberate. The first slow stroke of his tongue had my head falling back against the cushions, a sharp moan tearing out of me.

"That’s it," he hummed against me, the vibration making my legs twitch. "Let 'em know exactly where you belong."

I felt the subtle shift of the phone in his hand, angling it just enough to catch the sound of my breath hitching, the wet obscene noise of his tongue working me over. He kept one arm hooked under my thigh, holding me open, keeping me exactly where he wanted me while the other kept that camera locked in.

"J-Joshua—" I gasped, hips lifting.

"Mmh," he cut me off, licking deeper, slower. "Don’t run now. I’m just gettin’ started."

My toes curled when his lips sealed around my clit, sucking until my moans spilled out helplessly— every one of them recorded, catalogued for his petty little plan. My phone buzzed in his grip, and he chuckled against me, not stopping.

By the time he finally pulled back, my chest was heaving, skin damp, legs trembling. He set my phone on the arm of the couch for a second, licking his lips like he just finished dessert.

"You know what’s next, right?" His hand was already unbuckling his belt. "Gotta make sure they understand the whole picture."

He grabbed my phone again, flipping it to the cinematic option, and this time… he wasn’t just recording sound.

The next thing I knew, he was inside me — deep, hard, claiming every inch with that slow, punishing stroke he knew made my voice break. My hands clutched at his shoulders, but he kept that phone steady, catching the sight of my lips parting, my back arching, my body giving in.

"Yeah…" His voice was a growl now, his thrusts picking up. "Look at you. Can’t even talk no more. Bet they ain’t ever get you like this. Bet none of them can."

"You try to move on…"  thrust  "…I’m sendin’ him this." thrust  "…and him... And him." Each word was punctuated with a sharp drive into me, phone still recording every second.

I barely heard the camera click as he stopped recording just long enough to swipe through my messages. My stomach dropped as I realized what he was doing — tapping send on every name he knew shouldn’t have been in my phone.

When his gaze cut back to mine, that smirk was pure satisfaction. "Now they know," he said, hips snapping into me with a sharp thrust that stole my breath. "Ain’t no movin’ on from me, mama. Ever."

Every thrust felt heavier, slower, like he was pressing the point deeper into me with each roll of his hips. My nails dug into his shoulders, my head tipped back against the couch, but his focus was split between me and my phone — which somehow made it worse.

A sharp ding cut through the air. He didn’t stop moving.

Glancing at the screen in his hand, his smirk spread like wildfire. "Mm… first one just read it," he murmured, dragging his hips back slow before driving into me again. "Bet he sick right now."

Another buzz. Then another. He thumbed the screen open, still buried in me, his free hand gripping my thigh so tight I could feel his pulse there.

"Ahhh, look at this…" He chuckled, reading aloud in that lazy, mocking tone. "‘Wow, so this what you on?’ "  His gaze slid back to me. "Yeah… this exactly what she on."

He tossed the phone to the other hand without missing a stroke, the chain around his neck swinging against my chest as he leaned in closer.

A third message lit up the screen. ‘Y’all still messin’ around? Thought you was done wit him bruh.’

Jey’s smirk sharpened into something meaner. "Go ‘head and tell him yourself, mama," he said, snapping his hips into me hard enough to make me gasp. "Tell him you real done."

Before I could speak, another notification popped up — and this one was bold. ‘She’ll be back when you fumble again.’

That laugh he let out was pure venom, low and humorless. "Oh, he think he slick."

His thumb swiped over the message, but instead of typing, he held the phone up between us, hit the little microphone icon, and gave me that slow, filthy grin.

"He gon’ hear this though," Jey said, voice low, taunting.

Then he started moving.

Deep. Slow. Heavy enough to shake the couch beneath us.

"Yeah…" he drawled into the mic, not bothering to hide the sound of skin meeting skin, the wet slap echoing in the quiet room. "This what she on… and she ain’t goin’ nowhere."

I bit my lip, but it was useless— the next thrust knocked a moan right out of me, high and breathless. The mic caught every bit of it.

"Mm-hmm," Jey kept going, tone smug, almost conversational like he wasn’t stretching me to the point of incoherence. "Hear that? This your girl… nah, my girl… takin’ every inch of what you know you can't and will never give her.”

Another moan slipped past me, louder this time. He angled his hips, hitting that spot that always made my legs shake, and I clutched at his shoulders, trying to muffle it in his neck.

"Nah, mama," he murmured against my ear, pulling me back so my voice carried. "Let him hear it. Let him hear who you screamin' and creamin' for."

I couldn’t stop it — the sound tore out of me, raw and unfiltered, while he kept up that deliberate pace, the mic soaking in every whimper, gasp, and broken plea.

"You hear this shit, right?" he said into the mic, voice laced with that venomous pride. "Now do yourself a favor… delete her number."

He ended the recording and hit send without hesitation, tossing the phone back to the couch cushion before hooking both hands under my thighs and pulling me flush against him, his strokes harder now, like sending that voice note just poured gasoline on the fire.

His grip on my thighs was bruising now, his pace relentless— each deep stroke forcing a sharp gasp from my lips, his chain swinging against my chest in time with the rhythm.

"Yeah… that’s it," he growled, eyes locked on mine, sweat glistening on his temples. "Give me all that shit… let me feel it."

My fingers dug into the cushions, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter until it was all I could do to hold on. He was everywhere — in my head, in my body, in every ragged breath I took — and the toxic satisfaction in his gaze told me he knew it.

"You know you ain’t movin’ on," he rasped, his thrusts getting rougher, more erratic. "Ain’t nobody else ever gonna fuck you like this."

That last snap of his hips pushed me over the edge— my back arched, nails clawing at his shoulders as my orgasm tore through me, loud and helpless. He cursed under his breath, holding me there, milking every shudder, every squeeze, until his own release crashed into him with a deep, guttural groan against my neck.

For a moment, all I could hear was our breathing, heavy, uneven, filling the quiet. He stayed inside me, one hand still gripping my thigh, the other brushing damp hair from my face like he hadn’t just sent audio porn to half my contacts.

When I finally glanced toward the couch cushion, my phone was lighting up in the dark— rapid buzz after buzz.

MiMi🫶🏽: Babe… tell me you not home with him right now 😒 Tash🥰: Y’all messy as hell.  Lani🤍: We already know. Don’t even bother lying.

I shut my eyes, dragging in a slow breath.

Jey chuckled low against my ear, smug and satisfied. “Guess they know you made it home safe, mama.”

* Bonus 

The room was quiet now except for the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen and Jey’s slow, heavy breathing. His arm was draped across my waist, his body still radiating that warm, post-sex heat. The Hennessy bottle sat half-empty on the coffee table, a silent witness to all the chaos he’d just stirred up.

I shifted carefully, not wanting to wake him. His grip loosened just enough for me to reach for my phone on the cushion beside me.

MiMi🫶🏽: U made it home? Tash🥰: ...nvm. We kno you DICKstracted Lani🤍: Smh

I bit back a laugh, glancing over my shoulder at him. Out cold. His lips were parted slightly, lashes resting against his cheeks, the chain around his neck still glinting in the dim light. He looked peaceful—like he hadn’t just set my phone on fire with that voice note and blown up half my contacts.

I opened the group chat, thumbs hovering for a second before I started typing.

Me: Y’all… this man recorded himself eating me out and sent it to EVERY nigga in my phone he think I been entertaining.

The response bubbles popped up immediately.

MiMi🫶🏽:????????? ...😳  Tash🥰: . I— Lani🤍: nah send me the audio LMAOOO

I muffled my laugh with my hand, glancing back at him again. Still dead asleep.

Me: He didn’t even show his face. Just my moans. Then read the replies OUT LOUD while still...😩

MiMi🫶🏽: girl. wthelly. Tash🥰:  messy af but also… 👀 Lani🤍: toxic soulmate behavior idc

I dropped my head back against the couch, shaking my head at their responses. My thighs were still sore, my phone was probably still hot from all the drama, and my heart was still racing from everything that had gone down.

I typed one last message before locking my phone.

Me: I hate him so bad. But also… I don't think I’m ever leaving... This dick is too good...🥴

Behind me, Jey shifted in his sleep, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my shoulder like he could hear what I’d just admitted.

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𐔌 ֗ 𓂃 assistant!reader running quick errands while michael is at rehearsals, picking up a pressed suit for tonight’s event—which you were so graciously invited to by michael as he didn’t have the energy to ask anyone else, but it works out perfectly since you were stuck by his side most of the time anyways.

the boutique had already wrapped michael’s suit in protective plastic by the time you made it back to your car. mission accomplished! you tossed the garment bag carefully into the backseat before climbing in and pulling out the envelope michael had given you earlier just to make sure everything added up. but as you counted, you were noticing extra bills, a lot extra.

“what the hell…” you counted it again, then a second time and even a third time. there had to have been about eight extra thousand dollars leftover. you immediately grabbed your cellphone and dialed michael. the line rang twice before he picked up.

“hello?”

“michael.”

“hm?”

“i think you left way too much money for me, i recounted and there’s a lot extra leftover.”

“hm.. did you get the suit?” he asked.

“mhm.”

“and the other things?”

“mhm.”

“then what’s the problem?”

you stared at the stack of bills with a sarcastic laugh. this couple extra thousand dollars was like pocket change to michael.

“the problem is there’s enough money leftover to pay multiple people’s rent.”

you heard his muffled laugh crackling over the receiver.

“well then go buy yourself somethin’.”

“michael.” your voice suddenly getting very serious. one thing you were sure of was that you never liked money being just handed to you, you didn’t like the feeling of taking advantage of someone like that—especially not michael. getting to know him, you knew his pure intentions and how kind and loving his soul was. you couldn’t bare just taking his money.

“i’m serious.”

“no.”

“why not?”

“because this is your money.”

“and i’m telling you to spend some of it.”

you sighed and rested your head on the steering wheel in defeat.

“you’re impossible.” you muttered.

“that’s not what you said yesterday.” you could feel his devious smirk through the phone.

“michael!”

his laugh getting louder as it almost deafened you. the day before, let’s just say you were feeling extra generous, paying him many compliments while you watched him rehearse. and of course he wouldn’t let that go.

“go get yourself somethin’ nice.”

you glanced out the windshield where across the street sat a luxury shopping center. a few designer storefronts immediately caught your attention. your lip caught between your teeth.

“… something nice?”

“something nice.”

that was all the confirmation you needed.

“you’re gonna regret saying that.”

“no i’m not.”

you had a field day in versace. you purchased a pink silk halter dress from their spring collection, some heels and, of course, a hand bag to match the heels. indefinitely you were going to take full benefit of this opportunity. you spotted an agent provocateur so you took a peek inside, and possibly acquired a few more items.

later that evening, you had finally finished getting ready and michael had been waiting in the hotel lobby for you for what seemed like hours but was only 20 minutes, he likes to exaggerate.

you strolled down the steps as one of your hands kept you steady by holding onto the hand bar. your eyes met his when his mouth nearly fell at the sight of what you generously spent his money on. only because he was so used to seeing you in your juicy track suits, kitten heels and sunglasses, not like this, like a movie star.

“you clean up nice.” he offered his arm for you to grab to keep you steady—like the gentleman he is.

“what’s new?” you flashed him a big small as you both snorted and walked out to the limo. his eyes kept scanning the heels and handbag that perfectly matched the dress, a feeling of satisfaction filling his chest.

the limousine comes to a smooth stop outside the venue and immediately the sound of screaming fans and photographers bleeds through the tinted windows. even through the glass you can see flashes already going off. michael exhales softly beside you as you smooth your palms over the pale pink fabric of your dress for what must be the tenth time. the dress had felt beautiful and fierce earlier in your room but now it was feeling significantly more intimidating.

“you nervous?” michael asked as he turned to you, looking like a nervous wreck while he was annoyingly calm. the man had been doing this for decades.

“a little.” which caused michael to smile a little.

“you’ll be alright.” easy for him to say.

before you can muster a smart-ass response the door was opened by the chauffeur and the screams somehow got even louder. you watched michael step out first before following behind him, photographers immediately shouting his name for him to look in their direction. then all at once the cameras seemed to notice you. the photographers spewing out ‘michael is that your date?’ ‘what’s the lady’s name?’ ‘look here!’ you could feel your stomach twisting.

you carefully fell into step behind michael, just close enough to stay near but far enough to stay professional. for most of the event, everything went smoothly. the reporters and press asked questions, took photos, more questions while you remained silent for the most part, offering polite smiles and answers to questions regarding you being his assistant. that is until you hear a voice, one amongst hundreds yell something that you could let get past you.

“michael! is it true you’re hiding from the press because of your appearance?”

another shout from the crowd yelled something else in relation to that question, something far more cruel and disgusting. michael moved along with his practiced smile that he always knew, pretending he didn’t even hear it which made it somehow even harder for you to ignore it. your whole demeanor changed now, jaw tightened and anger clearly displayed on your face. the reporter shouted out at him once more and before you could stop yourself,

“why don’t you go get a real job? fuckin’ low life.” your words cutting through the crowd causing them to react like a zoo of animals. photographers flashing their photos at a million miles per hour, laughter and more screaming and because apparently your self-preservation skills had abandoned you entirely for the evening—you lift your hand with the middle finger extended, just for a second before continue walking. michael seen but stayed quiet in the moment.

the entire ride back to the hotel was painfully silent, which somehow was worse than being yelled at. micheal’s eyes never leaving his window while you started to fidget with the rings on your fingers, already visualizing how your resignation is gonna go. until finally he speaks up.

“you shouldn’t have done that.” he messed with the expensive watch on his wrist. your head snapped towards him.

“well you know someone had to.” he closed his eyes briefly, not annoyed but just tired.

“no.”

“michael—“

“no.” this no was a bit more stern and hard hitting. “i know how they are. they have spent years breaking me down through their headlines,” he peered over at you, finally, behind his sunnies.

“i don’t need you going through that.” the urge to fight back left your shoulders, letting out a big puff of air.

“i just hate hearing them say those things about you, michael.” your eyes dropped to your lap meanwhile a small smiled tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“i know,” he reached over across the seat, his warm fingers gently squeezing yours. “just don’t let them get a rise out of you, okay?” he put his pinky up for you to pinky promise—something the two of you started doing. you looked up, still in a slight pout as your manicured pinky hooking around his.

“promise... butthead.” you both shared a comforting laugh and sat in content silence the rest of the ride.

next morning… your face plastered all over the tabloids—front page. a giant photo of you flipping off the cameras with the headline ‘MICHAEL'S ROGUE ASSISTANT!’ you found the magazine while you were on your morning coffee run, immediately grabbing it and rushing back to the hotel. you paced your room as you glared at the front cover, flipping to through the pages. michael was right, you just weren’t expecting it so suddenly.

“these assholes..” while you were there silently panicking, he found the situation rather amusing as he watched you with a smile. mainly because they were trying so hard to paint you as some terrifying menace meanwhile he spent that morning watching you organize files in a messy bun, your spectacles and pink fluffy slippers.