You Were A Dream (Manipulative! Zilla Fatu X Black Reader)
CW: 18+ minors DNI, unprotected p in v, alcohol, don’t expect him to be there in the morning, manipulation, praise, choking (slight), begging, deja vu, dirty talk, he talks you through it, plot twist
Can't you tell I'm desperate? Can't you tell I'm cheap?
You don't gotta love me, we don't have to speak
I'll see you in the morning if you gotta leave
I'll see you when I see you
It could've been a dream (ooh)
Your hand brushed over the empty covers next to you, the warmth of his body still lingering in the sheets. The memories of last night…and the the early hours before that all came flooding in. You slept with him. You really slept with Zilla Fatu. It felt like a bad dream now, like you’d crossed some line you couldn’t come back from. You knew it wasn’t right. You were suppose to be careful, heed the warnings your friends told you, that he wasn’t shit and he wasn’t gonna be there when you woke up. But you didn’t listen or heed their warnings. You had to go find out for yourself.
At first, you didn’t feel nothin’, just numb. But then the guilt started creeping in, slow and steady, like a shadow that wouldn’t leave. The silence around you felt like the four walls of a padded cell. The kind you get locked in when you make a mistake you can’t undo. And that was the reality of the situation you were in right now.
Your thoughts drifted back to Thursday night, to that moment when everything changed. You remember walking into the club, feeling the bass pulse through your chest, the flashing lights dancing off every surface. But none of that mattered when your eyes landed on him. He was across the room, standing in VIP, looking like he just stepped out of a damn music video. Face tattoos, arm sleeves, the whole look. He had that don’t fuck with me aura, like you could see the danger radiating off him. His expression was hard, cold, mean, like he was looking through everybody in the room. Every time he cracked a smile, it didn’t last too long, like he didn’t even really want to be bothered. His eyes, though? Dark, possessive, like he knew exactly what he wanted—and possibly who he wanted. And damn, did that make you want him even more.
Something in the back of your mind told you to stop looking at him. Told you to look away before your legs betrayed you and took you right over there. But that wasn’t happening. You knew it, and deep down, he knew it too.
You’d always been into bad boys, the type your mama warned you about. Every time, they pulled you in, they hurt you. But that didn’t stop the chase, it’s like they were addictive because that was the only type of love you ever knew. Granted, that wasn’t gonna stop this time either. Zilla? He was the perfect type: light skin, tattoos, rough around the edges, but with that look that made you wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed up against you. And that frown, that permanent look of irritation? You wanted to see what it would take to make him crack a real smile.
“Girl, who the hell you starin’ at?” Jasmine’s voice broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. You glanced at her, then Serenity, who was already side-eyeing you.
“I know damn well you ain’t staring at who I think you staring at,” Serenity said, her voice dropping low like she was warning you. “Girl, that nigga ain’t nothin’ but trouble. You know that, right?”
But you couldn’t help it. That man was fine as hell, and fine didn’t always mean trouble…right? You wasn’t tryna hear that.
“Girl, you trippin’,” you said, but your eyes were still glued to him. He was now leanin’ back on the love seat in the VIP section, legs spread just enough to make you imagine what he’d look like when he finally took his clothes off. His black jeans were ripped just right, showing off a little bit of skin, while his white Air Force 1s popped against the darkness of the club. And that hand, the one with the tattoos? That hand was resting on his thigh like it belonged there. You couldn’t stop looking at it. That hand could grip your body just the same, and you wouldn’t say a word other than unholy sounds that would leave your lips. His silver grills gleamed when he parted his lips to take a shot of tequila, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed had you ready to lose it.
“Jesus Christ, I swear that nigga gotta be heaven sent.” You didn’t even mean to say it out loud, but damn.
“Girl, fine don’t always mean good,” Serenity warned, shaking her head like she had seen this a million times. “I heard bitches talkin’—that nigga got hoes all around him, and he don’t care ‘bout nobody’s feelings. He just good in bed, that’s it. But you? You a lover girl, Y/N. Men like him? They feed off that. He’ll look at you one time, and before you even know it, you’ll be down bad, wrapped up in all his mess. And he ain’t on no love shit. He just gon’ have you out here lookin’ dumb.”
Jasmine nodded, agreeing with every word Serenity was sayin’. “Exactly. He’ll look at you and know he got you. You won’t even be able to help it. That nigga gon’ have you in a puddle, and once he’s done with you, it’s gon’ be next.”
You rolled your eyes, but part of you wasn’t even mad because they were right….weren’t they? But what if… what if this time it was different?
You couldn’t shake it. “What if y’all trippin’ though? What if he ain’t like that, f’real? I mean, yeah, he look like trouble, but damn… he look fine as hell.”
“Fine don’t always mean good, girl. Look, he good for a couple of rounds in the sheets, but you ain’t gon’ get nothin’ else. You ain’t getting no text back, no I love you, none of that. You better stop starin’ and let’s go get another drink before you get caught up,” Serenity said, already turning toward the bar.
But you couldn’t look away. Your mind was made up. You was gon’ talk to him, no matter what they said. As they walked away, his eyes briefly looked up from his phone before they immediately connected with yours. He got you. “Girl!”Jasmine called before grabbing your hand leading you over to the bar with them, but you couldn’t stop looking back at him….damn those eyes.
As you three made it over to the bar and settled down, you ordered a sex on the beach but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you. I need to talk to him before the night is over. You truthfully had your eye on Zilla for a while, y’all stayed in the same city and you seen him around but you were always too shy to walk up to him and just when you thought you would, your friends held you back knowing how he was. Jasmine was talking about her crush from earlier in the night, but you were barely listening. All you could think about was him.
But he kept thinking about you too ever since his eyes locked on yours…and your body. As Zilla kept his eyes fixed on your figure as you faded from his view, his cousins on the other side of the booth were still talking amongst themselves, but the whole room felt like it paused for a moment. Jacob ended up elbowing Zilla, nodding his head in your direction. “Ayo, Zilla, you gon’ make that move or what?” His words were teasing, but the undertone was clear: they were watching, waiting to see what he was bout to do.
Zilla smirked, glancing over at his cousin before he turned back to your direction. “We’ll see,” he said, his eyes scanning in your direction like he was searching for something.
Meanwhile, you and your girls had settled into the bar, the music still thumping through the speakers, but it felt like the world had narrowed down to just you and him. You couldn’t shake the way Zilla’s eyes stayed on you from across the room, the heat of his stare like it was burning a hole right through you. It wasn’t just a glance, no, it was possessive. You could feel him trying to claim you without even speaking a word, and that shit had you feinin’.
“Can you hear me, Y/N?” Jasmine asked, snapping her fingers in front of your face, her voice sharp like she was trying to pull you back to earth.
“Huh?” You blinked, pulling your eyes away from the drink in front of you, shaking yourself out of the daze.
“I said, you trippin’.” Jasmine laughed, nudging you. “What’s up with you? You been staring off into space like you on another planet. You good?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” you lied, turning your attention back to the bar. You weren’t paying attention to her, though. You were still thinking about him, still feeling that damn look of his. You couldn’t help it. You had to talk to him.
“I swear, Y/N, you always do this,” Serenity teased. “Every time a you see a fine ass man you get all shy and shit like you don’t know how to approach him. What’s up with that?”
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about.” You didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to feel the heat rise in your chest. Yeah, you were shy around men sometimes—especially the ones who looked like Zilla—but you could already feel that pride welling up. This time, you told yourself. I’m gon’ do it.
Jasmine and Serenity went back to having a conversation being busy talking about some dude who had tried to holla at them earlier in the night, but you weren’t listening. You barely heard them at all as your gaze drifted back to where Zilla was sitting in the VIP, surrounded by a couple of women and some of his cousins you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t see his face too clearly from where you were, but you knew he was watching you. He was always watching, and the more you caught his eye, the more you felt that pull. It was like a magnet, drawing you in with every second that passed.
“Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than anyone else.
“What?” Serenity raised an eyebrow, clearly catching your words.
You stood up suddenly, the decision already made in your mind. “I’m gonna talk to him.” The bass of the club reverberated through your chest as you stood, feeling that sudden surge of energy. You weren’t just gonna let this chance slip by. You couldn’t. You’d been watching Zilla for too long, and tonight, you were gonna finally do something about it.
Before either of your friends could stop you, you were moving, the crowd parting just enough for you to slip through. You could feel the eyes of your friends on your back, but the pull was stronger than their warnings. You were already too close to turn back now, you couldn’t. Not when he was so close, not when you knew that tonight, something would shift. You’d been eyeing Zilla for months now, seeing him around the city here and there, but every time you’d thought about stepping up to him, your friends had pulled you back. They warned you about him. They told you how he was. He ain’t shit, they said. He’ll have you looking crazy, they warned. But right now, that didn’t matter.
You were already at the edge of the VIP section before you even realized you’d gotten that far. Zilla was sitting back, laughing at something one of the guys was saying. As you neared the VIP, you couldn’t help but notice the way the women surrounding Zilla looked you up and down. They were clearly sizing you up, whispering under their breath, their expressions guarded and a little too judgmental for your liking. One of them, a light-skinned woman with a slick ponytail, shot you a quick glare, her lips curving into a tight, almost condescending smile as she sipped her glass of wine.
But none of that mattered. Zilla was still in the back, lounging like he owned the place, surrounded by his cousins and a couple of other folks who didn’t seem to mind their conversation getting interrupted. They were laughing, tossing back drinks, and talking about some bullshit you couldn’t hear from where you stood, but the moment you stepped closer, you saw their eyes flick to you.
Zilla’s cousin, a tall, broad-shouldered dude with gold chains, black and red ombre dreads, and a deep baritone, shot a quick glance at his cousin, then back at you. It was Jacob. Zilla looked at him briefly, his expression unreadable, but you could feel the shift. Something about the way his cousin nudged him, the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips, made it clear: they were watching you. And not in the way you were hoping.
Zilla didn’t say anything right away, his eyes still trailing your movements. Then, almost as if on cue, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark and steady, and gave you a small but unmistakable nod. That was all it took. You stepped closer, your heart racing like a drum in your chest.
“Yo, what’s good?” You stood in front of him, trying to sound casual, but even you could hear the breathiness in your voice.
Zilla looked you up and down, his gaze slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every inch of you. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied you with that same unreadable expression, before finally speaking up. “What’s good witchu, baby girl?” his voice was smooth as hell, low and gravelly, like he’d been waiting for you. The moment he spoke, you felt the world narrow down to just the two of you. “I been seein’ you lookin’ from across the room. Thought you was gon’ make your way over here sooner or later. You a bold one huh?” He said it casually, like he was in control of everything around him, but rather than that turning you off and pushing you away, it only made you want to keep the conversation going longer.
You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or a challenge, but something about the way he said it made you feel like you’d already lost the game before you even played. You didn’t even know how to respond at first. You just stood there for a second, watching him—his grin, the way his grill caught the light when he spoke, the tattoos on his neck and hands making him look even more dangerous. “Maybe I just needed the right moment,” you replied, your voice steady, even though inside, your heart was racing.
Immediately, the atmosphere shifted. The women who had been eyeing you before glanced at each other, but Zilla’s cousins just chuckled under their breath, exchanging quick looks like they were used to this. They knew how their cousin was—how he played the game.
Zilla chuckled, his lips curving into something that felt almost like a warning. “Right moment, huh? Well, it’s your lucky night, then ma. What’s your name, though?” he asked, his voice sliding from smooth to damn near seductive, like he was waiting for you to fall into the trap.
“Y/N,” you said, trying to sound confident, but you could feel your palms sweating.
“Y/N,” he repeated, the way he said it making your name sound like a secret only he should know. “Nice to finally meet you, baby.”
He looked at the girl next to him before nodding his head to the side suggesting for her to make room for you before patting the seat next to him, his eyes never leaving yours. As the girl reluctantly moved, you felt a rush of heat flood your body the moment you sat down. You didn’t hesitate; you slid in next to him, close enough that you could feel the heat from his body.
The moment you sat down, Zilla leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “You really think you ready for me, huh?” His voice was low, teasing, like he knew something you didn’t.
You didn’t answer right away, but you could feel the tension between the two of you growing thicker. Every second that passed, you felt more drawn to him, more caught up in the way he looked at you, the way his body seemed to be calling you in.
Zilla’s hand slid casually onto the back of your back, your short dress having your skin exposed behind it as his fingers brushed over it while he leaned back, studying you. “You shy ain’t you” he started, his voice dropping even lower, “I can get that outta you though ma” he really didn’t care or have any shame especially since the girls in the section started to either distance themselves from Zilla or leave because they wanted his attention just as much as you did, and right now you were the main one getting it.
You swallowed hard, barely able to think straight under his intense gaze. The club felt like it was fading away, the music and voices blurring. It was just the two of you now, the air heavy with something neither of you could name.
Before you could respond, you could feel your girls watching you from a distance. Jasmine was side-eyeing you hard, clearly giving you that don’t you dare look, while Serenity was in the middle of shaking her head, mouthing, Girl, no.
“Life about risks, you tryna take one tonight?” He whispered in your ear, his hands still training down your back, giving you that primal look as his silver grills slipped in front of his bottom lip as he stared at your frame.
“Maybe I am, what you tryna do?”
“I’m tryna do a lot, don’t play wimme. I got my SUV parked out front right now and we can get innit, jus you an me.” He said as his hand slowly sliding up and down your thigh.
Those words could be a trap and you would fall right for it because it was him you were talking to. You gave a last glance to your friends before his finger guided your chin back to him where you ended up staring into his eyes again. “They ain’t stop you from coming over here did they?”
“But you over here. You can go right to ‘em if you want, but by the way you starin’ you know that’s not whatchu wanna do.” Zilla commented before he stood up, and as he did, he offered his tatted hand to you. The movement was deliberate, slow, but you were so drawn into him. How he looked, how good he smelled, how he talked….everything.
“I’ll take you anywhere you tryna go ma. You comin’?” He raised an eyebrow, that same cocky smirk on his lips. But there was something in his eyes—a challenge, a promise—that made your heart skip.
You hesitated for only a second. Your friends were already giving you the death stare, but you ignored it. You couldn’t turn back now. Not with him standing in front of you like that, looking like he was ready to take over your entire night.
From here, Zilla would lead you through the crowd toward the black SUV, the anticipation in the air thickening with every step.
Upon entering the car and crawling in the backseat with Zilla the air immediately became tense but with the slam of that door, your position beside him became solidified. “Uhm….” You started off not really knowing what to say, you became so awkward around him it wasn’t even funny. In the club it was just the two of you sure but you were surrounded by people in a public atmosphere, but now was different. You were in the car, just the two of you, it was much more private.
“I can tell you not good with words ma, that’s why actions way better than that” he said as his hand found its way to your face cupping it before leaning over and crashing his lips against yours. You immediately responded, your lips blended with his as your hands found their way to his shoulders, your French tips glaring in the light as did so.
He was on the left side and you were on the right, the fire between you two getting hotter and hotter as your make out session grew heavy. His tongue slide around yours, and yours did the same, the taste of saliva, tequila, sex on the beach, and Hennessy mixing together. You were tipsy but you were well aware of what you wanted and he was sitting right across from you literally devouring you.
His hand moved from your face to around your throat causing a moan to slip from you, if it was one thing you really fantasized about, it was his hand around your throat as a way of taking ownership of you. Being the curious woman you were, you trailed your nails down his arms, then to his his jeans, deliberately rubbing your hands over the rips and the seams, the fabric having a slight resistance to your skin before eventually stopping right in the middle. You slowly pulled away from the kiss before giving him a soft gently rub before suddenly pressing down feeling the outline of his dick through the jeans earning a growl from him in response.
“Easy…Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish ma” he said before tightening his hold around your throat prompting you to bite your lip.
“Then let’s finish this in the hotel room” you said looking at him with pleading eyes causing him to slowly let go of your throat. “Ight, finna have yo ass screamin' f'real.”
And that he did because with the swipe of his keycard, there wasn’t much talking anymore other than the sounds of you being shoved against his hotel wall along with his belt being unbuckled. You fumbled with it a bit before getting it off while his tongue was attached to yours. God this was addicting, so addicting that you two literally didn’t care about tearing or ripping any seams in the clothing you wore, you both just wanted them off.
The only time you two broke the kiss was when you had to pull his shirt over his head and your dress over yours. The floor became littered with fabric as the white sheets became wrinkled with the weight of both your bodies. Your hands were all over him just as much as his were all over you. Your nails floated through his hair as the metallic taste of his grills had your hips bucked against his length. The after taste of alcohol still lingering in between make out sessions but with how wet you were with anticipation, none of that mattered.
While your legs were wrapped around his waist, you suddenly shifted your weight to where he was now under you which took him by surprise but that look quickly turned into one of amusement as his hands grabbed onto your waist. You didn’t want to waste any time with any sort of foreplay because as good as he was with teasing you at the club, you wanted him that damn bad. You were desperate for it and you got it. You quickly salivated into your hand curling it into a bowl shape before grabbing Zilla’s dick and covering the 8 in a half inch muscle with saliva. “Oh you just don’t care huh?” You looked at him, only flashing a smile before sliding his length into you. You didn’t even think about condoms, what if he was only using you, that he was bad news, because that dick definitely wasn’t. Your walls immediately began to expand upon contact as your hands found there way on his tatted chest, his breath hitched upon getting a grasp of the new feeling. “God damn ma, that pussy eating me up f’real” he said watching as your body slowly sunk down until your hips met his.
The way he spoke to you activated your movements as your hips began to grind against his causing his dick to massage your inner walls as well as your folds. It was a feeling that would have you disregarding anything your friends told you or what anybody thought about it. He could’ve been an asshole, but the way he was stretching your pussy right now made those thoughts disappear. You could think logically later but right now, having his dick inside you was the best feeling in the word. You were really awkward at first but now that y’all were intimate, the eye contact you made with him while riding him faster, your hip movements increasing, was enough to let you know that you had control of the situation right now. The way he looked up at you praising you, you felt so rewarded. You were being praised by the man that you had your eye on for months and it felt so good to get that recognition, even if it meant you had to be in his bed to do it.
Those grills appeared again as he bite his lips, his hands moving over to your ass giving it a hard SMACK. A loud moan erupted from you before you started rotating your hips in circles as the man below you praised you every step of the way. “You look so good ridin’ me, slam on that shit again babygirl” he commanded and you did. You went from rotating your hips and giving him a show to straight up bouncing on him, your hips once again meeting his. The sounds of skin slapping and the smell of sex began to join the moans and groans that filled the air from the both of you as he slammed his palm onto your ass again harder this time causing that part of your skin to turn red. SMACK. Ugh, you could never get enough of his sadistic nature because it matched just how much of a masochist you were.
The sounds of the bed squeaking below became drowned out by how much louder the moans got especially when the tip of his dick met that spot. “Found that spot huh” he teased before seeing you shift. “Hell nah, you not goin nowhere. None of that runnin’ shit”he said as he wrapped his hand around your waist starting to purposely target that same spot that drove you mad. You were a moaning mess because of how quickly you felt that knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.
“Y-Yes! Oh my f-fucking g-god!” You screamed out as he kept hitting that spot. “Nailing yo shit huh? Yeahh look at you, can’t even tell me you finna cream on my shit can you? Uh huh” and he was right you couldn’t. Because the more he moved, the more the knot in your stomach worsened. But with him, he wanted that because he made it a point to purposely keep hitting your g spot over and over again until you eventually crumbled, your body trembling as your juices ran down his length. “F-Fuck! Ughhaaann!!” You screamed as your head fell onto his chest for a minute before pushing yourself back up. “Hell nah we ain’t finished yet, ma. Told you we was gon’ fix that shy shit” he muttered, his voice having a hint of seriousness behind it. You loved it when he talked to you like that, despite creaming all over him just now that only turned you on even more.
And you got it because after flipping you over to missionary position, he was at it again causing more wrinkles forming in the sheets and the pillows. Your legs wrapped around his waist just like they did when you first got in here as he started nailing you again and again. You had just came but him and the dick he had between his legs didn’t care about none of that because he wanted you to do that again. He loved seeing your eyes roll in the back of your head, your nails forming crescent shaped marks around his tatted arms as if it was a pathetic plea, and how your breasts would move up and down at the motion.
“Keep clenchin’ on me like that babygirl and imma nut in this pussy f’real” he warned but you couldn’t help it. He just felt too good and your pussy was aching to have another release. As his dick kept pushing in and out of you, your moans were turning into gasps due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving from him. Your body was trembling and you just wanted him closer and while it probably wasn’t a good idea, you wanted his white seed anyway. Your arms found their way around his neck as you pulled him into you for another desperate make out session which you received.
Your hips bucked upward as you clenched around him again….and again, while your tongue was too busy playing with his. But you felt another orgasm approaching and judging by the soft twitch of his dick you felt, he was close too. Upon feeling this, one of your hands found their way behind his head as another one found its way onto his chest. You gave him that look, the one where you begged and got whatever you wanted. “I w-want you to n-nut in me, nut in this pussy please! Ughnnn yes daddy!!” You said before throwing your head back feeling his cock brush over your g-spot again. “That’s what you want f’real? Huh? Imma give it to you and you gon’ take it too” he muttered as he rolled his hips against yours causing your legs to tremble and your hips to buck up as gasps came from you as you felt yourself let go again all over his dick covering it again in your juices, your head thrown back. A low grunt left his lips along with a string of curse words as he grabbed your hips and held them in that position, releasing his seed inside of you without thinking twice. Both of you panted, but mostly you because knowing him, he could go all night long. You didn’t mind it, in fact…one more round couldn’t hurt.
The next morning, you woke up slowly, the sun creeping in through the blinds, feeling like you had just gone to sleep only moments ago. The sheets felt warm around you, the scent of the room thick with a lingering smell of perfume, cologne, and something more intimate you couldn’t quite place. You shifted, your mind still hazy, trying to recall the events of last night.
You quickly shot up in bed, your body stiff with realization. Your heart raced as you ran your hand through your hair, but when you looked around, everything felt…off. The room wasn’t familiar—too clean, too neat. A strange, almost haunting feeling crept through you, like déjà vu was pulling at your mind.
You glanced over at the empty spot next to you. He wasn’t there. Of course, he wasn’t. He never was,…right?
But the ache of the night before still felt raw. You had been with him. You had actually been with Zilla Fatu. The memory of his hands on you, his lips against yours, his body pressed up against you—it was all still vivid, but there was this sense of loss that made you feel like you were waking up from a dream. A dream you had already lived.
As you were trying to process everything, a ringing sound broke through your thoughts, your phone buzzing loudly on the nightstand. You grabbed it, looking at the screen and seeing Jasmine’s name flash.
You answered quickly, hoping she could ground you, maybe explain what had happened.
“Girl, you ready for tonight?” Jasmine’s voice was upbeat, but there was a small chuckle in it that you couldn’t quite place. “Me, you, and Serenity gon’ hit the club later. Same spot as last time. I already know we ’bout to shut shit down, huh?”
You stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, attempting to gather your thoughts. The club.
You hadn't been to the club in—wait. No, that couldn’t be right. You had just been there… last night. Right?
The déjà vu hit you again, heavy and overwhelming, pulling you back into that haunting, familiar memory. The same club, the same lights, the same music, the same people. You swore you’d already lived this moment, like the world had reset itself and you were being given a second chance.
“Uh…yeah,” you finally muttered, your voice sounding a little distant even to yourself. “I’ll…I’ll getting ready at 6.” What the fuck is even happening….you felt him inside of you quite literally…how the hell.
“Bet. I’ll pick you up at 5:45. Don’t be late this time!” Jasmine laughed on the other end, but her laughter only sounded more distant, like the echo of something that had already happened. You hung up, your mind still racing as the reality of what you had just experienced started to sink in.
You shook your head, trying to snap yourself out of it. Maybe you were just being dramatic. You definitely weren’t gonna let this mess with your plans tonight. You’d go out, hang with your girls, have a good time. Maybe Zilla wouldn’t even be there this time.
It was 12 in the afternoon right now so you had some time to gather your thoughts, decompress, and even order room service to just overall clear your head space.
As you sat around, you ended up scrolling on Zilla’s Instagram page but you didn’t see anything about him out and about but, he was also pretty private other than maybe uploading one or two clips while he’s currently somewhere living it up. That wasn’t the case this time, while you didn’t wanna get your hopes up that he wasn’t in fact going to be there, that dream you had found its way back into your mind. Before you know it, it was 3:00 which prompted you to get and walk over to your closet. You had to get dressed, focus on the present—tonight—and not the past. The club was calling, and you weren’t going to let some random feelings of déjà vu stop you from looking and feeling good.
You pulled out your outfit for the night: a bodycon black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, the material soft but tight, showing off your legs. The dress had cut-out sleeves that extended just past your shoulders, leaving the rest of your arms bare. The sleeves were slit, with small holes where your thumbs could peek through, and you loved the subtle detail. You paired it with clear heels, the kind that were tall and sleek, making your legs look even longer, with the perfect pedicure you couldn’t wait to show off.
You slid the dress on, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a 40-inch sew-in, dark and blended so perfectly it almost looked like it grew out of your scalp. You’d spent the last hour curling it with a black curling iron, each strand wrapping around the barrel until it formed smooth, bouncy curls that gave your hair body and movement. You ran your fingers through it, giving the curls a little fluff, letting them fall naturally around your shoulders and down your back. The shine was immaculate, almost as if it were alive, catching the light with every turn of your head. It was the kind of hair that demanded attention, and tonight, it was all yours. The way bounced with volume, catching the light in the midst of it, made you feel like you were that girl. Your makeup was sharp, dark, and feminine, with deep eye makeup that made your lashes look longer than they really were, a perfect winged eyeliner that made your eyes pop. Your lips were lined with black lip liner, topped with gloss that shimmered just enough to look irresistible. You finished the look with silver hoop earrings, and damn, you felt like you could conquer the night.
Jasmine pulled up soon after, and you met Serenity in the car, both of them looking fire. Jasmine wore a fitted red dress that hugged her hips in all the right ways, with strappy heels that clicked with every step. Serenity had on a bold leopard print jumpsuit, accentuating her curves, paired with knee-high boots that screamed confidence. The three of you walked into the club like you were the headline act, eyes immediately on you as soon as you stepped through the door.
The stares were instant. People—men and women alike—couldn’t keep their eyes off you three. But you didn’t notice them as much as you noticed the familiar energy you felt in the air. The music was loud, the lights flashing, and the crowd was moving, but there he was.
He was sitting in the same VIP section from before, surrounded by his cousins and a few women, just like last time. The moment your eyes locked with his, time seemed to stop. His gaze held yours, that dark, possessive look from the night before—the one that had left you breathless. You were frozen, your heart hammering in your chest as déjà vu swept over you again, even stronger this time. You knew what was coming. You had already lived this moment. And the weight of it pressed on you, making your stomach flip.
The familiar pull, the heat between you and him—it was undeniable. Your body already knew what it felt like to be near him, to feel his touch.
But now, standing there, watching him lean back and smirk like he knew exactly what was on your mind, you had to ask yourself…Was it worth it?
Authors note: Yeahhh I listened to this song over 20 times ngl and I’ve been doing a lot of request still have 2 more to work on 🙂
Authors note #2: Yeah I didn’t proof read this so if there’s any errors I’m sorry 😭
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