summary: Treasure knew better than to fall for pretty words. She already had a man at home, even if the relationship been dead for a minute. But when quiet, observant Jimmy Uso starts slipping into her space during late nights out with her girls, she finds herself craving the one thing she swore she wouldn’t fall for again: A man who knows exactly what to say. And sugar talking can only sweeten a bad situation for so long.
fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED
warnings: explicit content, oral (m receiving)
word count: 10.k (another lengthy one)
smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment
comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍
ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.
I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios
again mdni you have been warned.
title inspired by the song “Sugar Talking” by Sabrina Carpenter
thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the summary 🫶🏽
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Chicago, Illinois - 9:12AM Jimmy’s house.
Morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting a warm glow across Jimmy’s bedroom. Treasure stirred slowly, her body heavy and deliciously sore in the best way. She was completely naked, tangled up in the sheets and in Jimmy’s strong arms.
He was still fast asleep behind her, spooning her tightly. His muscular chest pressed warm and solid against her back, one tattooed arm draped possessively over her waist, hand resting on her soft stomach. His steady breathing tickled the back of her neck, and she could feel the weight of his thick, soft dick nestled against her ass.
Last night played on repeat in her mind.
After all the reassurance in the car and the intense fingering on the bed, Jimmy had spent what felt like hours between her legs. He ate her pussy like a man starved — slow, deep, and relentless. Tongue fucking her, sucking on her clit, moaning into her like she tasted better than anything he’d ever had. He kept talking her through it too…
“That’s it, baby… let go for me.”
“You never did this with him, did you? Never squirted for that bitch.”
But with Jimmy? She had. For the first time in her life.
The memory made her thighs press together. She remembered the overwhelming pressure, the way her legs shook violently, and then the sudden rush as she squirted all over his tongue and chin. She had cried out so loud she was almost embarrassed. Jimmy had groaned like it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, licking up every drop and making her do it again before they finally collapsed together.
They didn’t even have sex. He just wanted to take care of her. To prove with his mouth how much she belonged to him.
Treasure smiled softly to herself, a warm flutter in her chest. She carefully turned in his arms so she could face him. Jimmy looked so peaceful sleeping — damp curls messy, full lips slightly parted, those tribal tattoos and Cuban link chain resting against his bare chest.
She gently traced one of the tattoos on his shoulder with her fingertip, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Her body was still sensitive. Her pussy still tingled from how hard she came last night. But more than anything, she felt… wanted. Cherished.
She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his collarbone, then another on his jaw, careful not to wake him just yet.
She lay there for a few more moments, savoring the warmth of Jimmy’s body wrapped around hers. His arm was heavy and protective over her waist, his soft breathing steady against the back of her neck. She felt safe. Cherished. Her body still hummed from everything he did to her last night — the way he made her squirt for the first time ever, something Giovanni had never even come close to doing.
But reality started creeping in.
She carefully reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone, unlocking it as quietly as possible. The screen lit up.
“Shit…” she whispered under her breath. She had to open the salon at 10:30 today. That didn’t leave her much time to get ready and get across town.
As she was about to set the phone down, the notifications caught her eye. Two unread messages.
Her stomach dropped instantly.
Gio🥱: Treasure please… I’m sorry baby. I never should’ve put my hands on you. I was drunk and stressed. You know I love you. Come home so we can fix this. I miss you. Don’t do this to us.
Gio🥱: I’ll do better this time. I swear. You know nobody loves you like I do.
Treasure’s jaw tightened. The familiar manipulation made her skin crawl. The same apologies. The same guilt-tripping. The same “I’ll do better” that never lasted. She could still feel the memory of his hand on her that night — the fear, the humiliation.
She quickly swiped the messages away without replying.
Liv🍬: Girl call me when you wake up. I know you been staying with Jimmy but I’m worried about you. Giovanni been blowing up my phone too acting crazy. You okay? Love you.
Treasure let out a quiet sigh, thumb hovering over the screen. She didn’t know how to respond to either of them right now. Not while she was still naked in Jimmy’s bed, still feeling the afterglow of the way he worshipped her last night.
She set the phone back down on the nightstand and turned slightly in Jimmy’s arms, careful not to wake him. He stirred a little, pulling her closer in his sleep, his thick dick twitching against her ass as he buried his face deeper into her neck.
Treasure bit her lip, torn between the peace she felt with him and the mess waiting for her outside this room.
staring at the ceiling as the weight of the day started pressing on her. The salon wasn’t going to open itself, and she couldn’t afford to be late. She gently tried to lift Jimmy’s heavy, tattooed arm from around her waist, sliding her body toward the edge of the bed as slowly and carefully as possible.
But the second she created even an inch of space, Jimmy made a low, sleepy sound in the back of his throat and tightened his arm around her like a vice.
He pulled her right back against his chest, spooning her even closer. His strong forearm locked across her soft stomach, fingers splaying possessively over her skin as he buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck. His thick, morning-hard dick nestled firmly between her ass cheeks, warm and heavy.
“Mmm… where you going?” Jimmy mumbled, voice deep and raspy with sleep, lips brushing against her skin. He didn’t even open his eyes fully — just held her tighter, one leg draping over hers, completely caging her in.
Treasure’s breath hitched. The feeling of his naked body pressed flush against hers — warm skin, hard muscle, that Cuban link chain cool against her back — made her want to melt right back into him. Her pussy still felt sensitive and a little swollen from how hard he made her squirt last night.
“Jimmy…” Treasure whispered softly, trying again to gently lift his arm. “I have to open the salon soon. It’s already after nine.”
He made another grumpy little noise and nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing the spot right below her ear before sucking on it lightly.
“Nah,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep but growing more awake with every second. His hand slid lower, cupping her pussy possessively, two fingers resting against her warm, bare folds. “You ain’t going nowhere yet. Stay.”
Treasure bit her lip hard, fighting the moan that wanted to escape as his fingers slowly rubbed against her. Her legs were still a little shaky from last night, and feeling him hard and pressed up against her ass was making it impossible to focus on leaving.
“Baby, I’m serious,” she breathed, even as her hips twitched slightly against his hand. “I have clients…”
Treasure tried once more to shift out of his hold, but Jimmy wasn’t having it.
He smacked his teeth in that sleepy, irritated way, his voice still thick and raspy from sleep as he pulled her even tighter against his body.
His hard dick was fully awake now, thick and heavy, rubbing slowly between her ass cheeks with every small movement he made. The upward curve pressed hot and insistent against her, making her pussy throb even though she was trying to be responsible.
He groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding up to cup her breast while the other stayed possessively between her thighs.
“I need something from you before you leave,” his voice deep and needy. “I need them pretty lips wrapped around my dick, mama.”
Treasure’s breath caught. The way he said it — all sleepy and hungry — sent a fresh rush of heat straight to her core. She could feel him leaking pre-cum against her ass as he slowly rocked against her, teasing her pussy with the head of his curved cock.
His arm tightened around her waist again, holding her flush against him as he kissed and sucked lightly on her shoulder.
“Just a little bit, baby,” Jimmy coaxed, voice dropping even lower. “Let me feel that mouth before you go run off to work. I been thinking about it since last night… how good you looked with your hand around me yesterday morning. I wanna see them lips stretched around me.”
Treasure bit her lip hard, torn between the clock ticking in her head and the way her body was already responding to him — getting wetter, nipples hard, legs pressing together around his hand.
Her heart raced as Jimmy’s thick, hard dick kept rubbing slowly between her ass cheeks, the curved head occasionally brushing against her wet folds from behind. His sleepy, raspy voice and those dirty words made her stomach flutter with both desire and nerves.
“I… I don’t know how to do that,” Treasure admitted quietly, voice shy and hesitant. “I only tried it once with Giovanni and… it was bad. He said I didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t wanna mess it up with you.”
The insecurity from that memory hit her again — Giovanni getting frustrated, pushing her head away, making her feel inadequate. She froze a little in Jimmy’s arms, even as her pussy throbbed from how hard and warm he felt against her.
he made a low sound in his throat and gently turned her onto her back so he could look at her. His eyes were still heavy with sleep but soft and hungry as he hovered over her, one hand cupping the side of her face.
“Hey… look at me, mama, you ain’t gotta worry about none of that shit with me. That fool didn’t know what the fuck he was doing if he made you feel bad about it.”
He leaned down and kissed her slow and deep, his morning hardness pressing against her thigh as he settled between her legs.
“I’ll guide you,” he murmured against her lips. “You don’t have to know everything. Just use that pretty mouth on me. I already know you gon’ feel good. I been thinking about these lips wrapped around my dick since yesterday.”
Jimmy sat up against the headboard, pulling her gently with him until she was kneeling between his spread thighs. His thick, curved cock stood heavy and proud right in front of her face, veins pulsing, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
He reached down and gently brushed her hair out of her face, looking at her with that intense but patient stare.
“You don’t gotta deepthroat me or nothing crazy,” he said softly, thumb stroking her bottom lip. “Start slow. Kiss it. Lick it. Put it in your mouth when you ready. I’ll tell you what feels good, aight? Just relax… it’s just me and you.”
He gave her a small, encouraging smirk, his hand resting lightly on the back of her head, not pushing — just resting there.
“C’mon, baby. Let me feel them lips. I need it.”
Treasure stared at his dick, nervous but turned on by how patient and gentle he was being. Her small hand wrapped around the base, feeling how hot and heavy he was as she leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting over the tip.
She knelt between Jimmy’s spread thighs. His thick, curved dick stood right in front of her face, heavy and throbbing. She wrapped her small hand around the base, feeling how warm and hard he was. The upward curve still fascinated her.
She leaned in slowly, nervously, and pressed a soft, shy kiss right on the tip. Then another. Her lips lingered there for a second before she flicked her tongue out, tasting the salty pre-cum that had beaded at the head.
Jimmy groaned softly, his hand gently resting on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair but not pushing.
“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep and lust. “Take your time. Fuck… your lips feel good already.”
Encouraged by his words, Treasure opened her mouth a little wider and slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked gently, shyly, only taking the tip into her warm mouth at first. Her tongue swirled awkwardly around him as she tried to figure out what to do.
She bobbed her head slowly, taking a little more of him on each downward motion, but she was clearly nervous — movements hesitant, cheeks hollowing as she sucked softly.
Jimmy let out a low, pleased groan, his abs flexing.
“Shit, mama… just like that. Use your tongue more on the underside… yeah, right there. Good girl.”
His praise made her pussy throb. She got a little bolder, sucking him deeper into her mouth, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t fit yet. Her movements were still slow and shy, but she was trying — lips stretched around his thick girth, eyes flicking up to look at his face for reassurance.
Jimmy’s head tipped back slightly, his hand tightening gently in her hair.
“Fuuuck… you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth. Don’t worry about doing it perfect, baby. Just keep sucking me like that… yeah. You’re doing so good already.”
Treasure moaned softly around him, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth. She was getting wetter between her thighs just from the taste of him and the sounds he was making.
She kept sucking him slowly, her head bobbing with shy, careful movements. She was trying her best, tongue swirling around the head of his thick, curved cock, but she still felt unsure — like she might mess up at any second.
He let out a low groan and gently tightened his grip in her hair, guiding her head with more purpose.
“Relax your jaw a little more, baby,” Jimmy murmured, voice husky. “Yeah… just like that.”
He started moving her head up and down on his dick with slow, controlled motions, fucking her mouth gently. Not forcing her too deep, but enough that she felt him sliding between her lips with more rhythm. The thick head of his curved cock brushed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth with every gentle thrust.
“Fuuuck… that’s good, mama Look at me while you suck it.”
Treasure looked up at him with wide, watery eyes, her lips stretched around his girth as he guided her. The gentle but firm way he was using her mouth made her pussy drip down her thighs. She moaned softly around him, the vibration pulling another deep groan from Jimmy’s chest.
He kept one hand in her hair, setting a slow, steady pace — sliding her mouth up and down his cock while his hips rocked gently upward to meet her.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” his eyes locked on hers. “This pretty mouth feels even better than I imagined. Just let me use it a little… that’s it. Nice and slow.”
His free hand reached down to caress her cheek, thumb brushing away a little drool at the corner of her mouth as he continued fucking her mouth with gentle, deep strokes.
“Relax your throat when I go deeper, baby. Breathe through your nose. You got this… good girl.”
Treasure whimpered around his dick, her hands resting on his thick thighs as she let him guide her. The mix of his gentle dominance and constant praise was making her head fuzzy with arousal.
Jimmy’s grip in her hair tightened just a little more as his hips started moving with more intent. He pushed her head down further on his thick cock, sliding a little deeper into her warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck… take a little more for me, baby,” He went deeper. Faster.
Treasure’s eyes widened as the head of his curved dick hit the back of her throat. She gagged instantly — a wet, choking sound escaping around his shaft as her throat constricted. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down his length and onto his balls.
She instinctively tried to pull back, but Jimmy held her there for just a second longer, savoring the tight squeeze of her throat before easing her up slightly.
“Shit— that’s it,” Jimmy moaned, breathing heavier. “Good girl… just like that.”
He didn’t stop though. He kept guiding her head up and down, fucking her mouth a little faster now, pushing just past the point that made her gag every few strokes. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth and throat filled the room as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
“You’re doing so good, mama,” he thrust a little deeper. “Relax your throat… breathe through your nose. That’s my good girl. Look at me while you choke on it.”
She looked up at him through watery eyes, lips stretched wide around his thick, curving dick as he fucked her mouth. She gagged again — louder this time — when he pushed a little further, but she didn’t pull away completely. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, nails digging into his skin as she tried to take him.
Jimmy groaned deeply, his abs flexing as he watched her struggle so prettily.
“Fuuuck, you look so sexy gagging on my dick,” he rasped, slowing down just enough to let her catch her breath before going a little deeper again. “You’re already better than she ever was… this mouth was made for me.”
He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb, still gently but firmly guiding her head, fucking her warm, sloppy mouth with controlled strokes.
Despite the way her throat tightened and her eyes watered every time Jimmy pushed a little deeper, Treasure didn’t pull away.
Wet, gagging sounds filled the room as she let him guide her head faster, taking more of his thick, curved cock into her mouth. Her throat convulsed around him every few strokes, drool spilling messily down his shaft and dripping onto his balls. Tears slid down her cheeks, but she stayed focused — sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks, trying her best to relax her throat like he told her.
“Fuuuck, baby…” Jimmy groaned deeply, his hand firm in her hair as he fucked her mouth with steady, deeper strokes. “You really not stopping, huh? That’s my good fucking girl.”
He pushed a little further, the head of his dick sliding into her throat again, making her gag hard around him. Her nose pressed against his pelvis for a brief second before he pulled her back just enough to breathe.
“Shit— breathe through your nose, mama,” he coached, voice strained with pleasure. “You’re doing so good. So fucking good. Look at you… taking this dick even when it makes you gag. That’s sexier than anything.”
Treasure whimpered around his length, the vibration pulling another deep moan from him. Her jaw was starting to ache, her throat raw, but the constant praise and the way he looked down at her with pure lust kept her going. She bobbed her head faster on her own now, sucking sloppily, gagging every time he hit the back of her throat but refusing to stop.
Jimmy’s hips started thrusting up gently to meet her mouth, fucking her face with more rhythm.
“You’re already better than she ever was,” his eyes half-lidded as he watched her struggle so eagerly. “This mouth is mine now. You hear me? Mine. Keep going just like that… fuck, I’m not gon’ last long if you keep choking on me like this.”
Treasure looked up at him through teary eyes, lips stretched wide, drool running down her chin as she kept sucking him despite the gagging. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs from how turned on she was by his reactions and filthy praise.
Jimmy’s hand tightened in her hair as his breathing grew ragged.
His grip in her hair grew firmer, his breathing getting heavier and more ragged as he fucked her mouth with deeper, faster strokes.
“Don’t stop, baby,” voice thick and desperate. “Keep going just like that. I’m close… fuck, I’m so close.”
She whimpered around his thick cock but didn’t pull away. Even as her throat spasmed and she gagged loudly every time he pushed into the back of her throat, she kept sucking him — sloppy, wet, and eager. Drool poured down her chin and onto his balls as she bobbed her head, eyes watery but locked on his face.
“That’s it… that’s my good girl,” Jimmy praised through gritted teeth, his abs flexing hard. “Take it. Take all this dick. You’re making me feel so fucking good, mama.”
He started thrusting up into her mouth more urgently, holding her head in place as he used her warm, wet throat. The wet gagging and slurping sounds grew louder and filthier as he chased his orgasm.
“Fuck— I’m about to nut mama,” he warned, voice strained. “Don’t pull back. I want it all in that pretty mouth.”
Treasure moaned around him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she kept sucking through the gagging. Her jaw ached, her throat burned, but the way he was falling apart because of her made her so wet she could feel it dripping down her thighs.
Jimmy’s hips stuttered. His hand tightened almost painfully in her hair as he pushed deep one last time.
“Shit— Treasure— fuckkkk—”
He came hard with a deep, guttural groan, thick ropes of hot cum shooting straight down her throat. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her mouth as he kept her head held down, making her take every single drop. She gagged hard around him but swallowed as best she could, some of his cum leaking from the corners of her stretched lips and dripping down her chin.
Jimmy kept groaning her name as he emptied himself completely, hips twitching until he finally started to come down.
He slowly pulled his still-hard dick from her mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting her lips to the tip. Treasure gasped for air, coughing and breathing heavily, her face a messy, teary, drooly wreck.
Jimmy looked down at her with pure lust and affection, gently wiping the mess from her chin with his thumb before pushing it into her mouth for her to suck clean.
“Fuck, baby…” he panted, still catching his breath. “You did so good. So fucking good. Come here.”
He pulled her up into his lap and kissed her deeply, not caring about the mess, tasting himself on her tongue as he held her tight against his chest.
Treasure was still gasping for air when Jimmy pulled her up into his lap, her chest heaving, face messy with tears, drool, and cum. Her throat felt raw and used, her jaw ached, and her eyes were still watery — but the way Jimmy was looking at her made something warm bloom in her chest.
He cradled her face with both hands, thumbs gently wiping away the tears and the mess on her chin. His eyes were soft now, full of pride and affection.
“Come here, baby,” pulling her against his chest and kissing her deeply. He didn’t seem to care at all about the taste of himself on her tongue. The kiss was slow, tender, and full of praise.
“You did so fucking good, mama, I know that was a lot… especially for your first real time doing it like that. You took me so well. I’m so proud of you.” he said.
Treasure buried her face in his neck, still breathing hard, feeling a mix of emotions — shy, proud, overwhelmed, and incredibly turned on. Her pussy was soaked and throbbing from the whole experience. She had actually made him lose control. She had taken all of him despite gagging and struggling.
“I… I gagged a lot,” she whispered shyly against his skin, voice a little hoarse.
Jimmy chuckled softly and rubbed her back in slow circles, holding her tighter.
“And you still kept going, That shit was sexy as hell. You didn’t quit on me. That means more than you know.”
He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to her.
“Here, drink this slowly,” Jimmy said gently, helping her take a few sips while still holding her in his lap. His free hand kept stroking her thigh and back, soothing her trembling body.
After she drank, he laid her back down on the bed and grabbed a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom. He carefully wiped her face, her chin, and her chest, cleaning her up with gentle touches. Then he pulled her right back into his arms, skin to skin, letting her rest her head on his chest.
“You okay?” kissing her forehead. “Was I too rough with your throat?”
Treasure shook her head, snuggling closer to him, feeling safe in his arms.
“I’m okay… it was intense,” Treasure admitted quietly, “but I liked it. I liked making you feel good.”
Jimmy smiled and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her again, slow and sweet.
“You made me feel better than good, baby. That mouth is dangerous now,” he teased lightly, then got more serious. “Next time we’ll go slower if you want. Or I can teach you more. Whatever you need. I just want you to feel good doing it.”
He held her close, one hand gently massaging the back of her neck where it was sore, the other resting possessively on her ass.
“Take your time getting ready for the salon; I’ll make you some breakfast while you shower if you want. Or you can stay in bed a little longer… I’ll take care of you.”
Treasure smiled softly against his chest, the insecurity from earlier slowly fading under his gentle aftercare.
By the time Treasure finally dragged herself out of Jimmy’s bed, it was almost 9:45. She took a quick shower while Jimmy made her a quick breakfast — eggs, toast, and fruit. He kept stealing kisses every time she walked past him, still shirtless in just his sweatpants, looking way too good for the morning.
He walked her to the door when she was finally dressed and ready to leave, pulling her into a deep kiss that made her knees weak all over again.
“Don’t work too hard today, mama,” Jimmy murmured against her lips, hands squeezing her ass. “And text me when you get to the salon. I might pull up later.”
Treasure smiled, still feeling the slight ache in her throat and the pleasant soreness between her legs from last night and this morning. She gave him one last kiss before heading out.
Treasure unlocked the doors to her salon right at 10:30, flipping the sign to “Open.” The familiar smell of hair products, shampoo, and the low hum of the AC greeted her as she turned on the lights and prepped her station.
Her first client wasn’t due for another twenty minutes, so she sat in her chair and finally checked her phone properly.
Gio🥱: I know you seeing these. Stop playing games Treasure. We need to talk. You really gon’ throw away everything over one mistake?
Liv🍬: Bitch answer me 😭 I’m serious. Giovanni called me crying last night talking about how he’s changed. I told him to fuck off but I need to know you good.
Treasure sighed, rubbing her temples. The high from this morning with Jimmy was starting to clash hard with the mess waiting for her in real life.
She quickly texted Liv back.
Treasure🧘🏼♀️: I’m okay. At the salon now. I’ll call you on my break. Promise.
She left Giovanni on read.
Just as she was putting her phone down, it buzzed again.
Jimmy🩶: You make it safe? Don’t let them clients stress you out today. And remember what I said… that mouth is mine now 😏 Miss you already.
A small smile crept across her face despite everything. She bit her lip and started typing a reply when the salon door chimed — her first client walking in.
The salon was buzzing by 11:30. The familiar scent of relaxers, shampoo, and vanilla candles filled the air as Treasure worked on her third client of the day — Mrs. Williams, a regular who loved to talk.
“Girl, you looking a little glowing today,” Mrs. Williams said, eyeing her through the mirror with a knowing smile. “New man got you walking different?”
Treasure nearly dropped the flat iron. She forced a small laugh, carefully curling a section of the older woman’s hair.
“I’m just well-rested, that’s all,” she replied, but her mind immediately drifted back to this morning.
Jimmy’s thick cock sliding between her lips.
The way he groaned her name while he fucked her throat.
How he held her afterward, wiping her face and calling her his good girl.
Her pussy clenched at the memory. She could still feel the slight soreness in her jaw and the rawness in her throat. She pressed her thighs together under the styling chair and tried to focus.
The drama didn’t take long to start.
Her 12 o’clock client, Keisha, came storming in twenty minutes late, already on ten.
“Treasure, I need you to fix this mess right now,” Keisha snapped, throwing herself in the chair. “My last stylist gave me these weak-ass highlights and they already brassy. I got a date tonight!”
Treasure kept her tone professional, but inside she was already tired. The next forty minutes were filled with Keisha complaining about everything — the temperature, the music, her baby daddy, and how “these hoes ain’t loyal.”
Treasure’s mind kept wandering back to Jimmy. The way he looked at her when she was gagging on him. How patient he was. How he praised her the entire time. How different it felt from Giovanni’s frustrated sighs and criticism.
Her phone buzzed on her station. It was Liv.
She stepped away during a quick rinse to answer.
“Finally, bitch!” Liv’s voice burst through the speaker. “I’ve been blowing you up. You good?”
Treasure leaned against the back wall, smiling despite herself. “Yeah… I’m good. Just been busy.”
Liv paused, then let out a loud, knowing laugh.
“Mhm. Busy getting that back blown out, huh? I told you so, girl! I told you Jimmy was gon’ have you walking funny. Don’t even try to lie — I can hear it in your voice. You sound dickmatized already.”
Treasure covered her face with her free hand, cheeks burning even though no one was around.
“Liv, stop,” she whispered, laughing quietly. “It’s not even like that… well… okay, it kinda is. But we didn’t even have sex last night. He just… took care of me. Real good.”
Liv squealed. “Bitch, details! Did he eat the soul out you again? I knew that man was a munch from the way he looked at you.”
She bit her lip, glancing toward the front of the salon.
“He did more than that this morning…” she admitted softly. “I gave him head for the first time — like, really tried. I was gagging and everything but he kept praising me the whole time. Made me feel… wanted.”
Liv let out a dramatic gasp. “I told youuuu! Giovanni had you thinking you couldn’t do shit in bed. Jimmy out here healing your throat and your confidence. I love this for you, sis. Just be careful with Gio though. He been on my line acting crazy.”
Treasure’s mood dipped slightly at the mention of Giovanni.
“Yeah… he’s been texting me too. I’m not replying.”
“Good. Leave that dusty ass bum where he at,” Liv said firmly. “Enjoy that fine man that’s actually treating you right. Now go handle them clients before they tear your shop up. Call me later for the real tea!”
Treasure laughed and hung up, feeling a little lighter. She went back to Keisha, who was still complaining, but Treasure’s mind kept drifting to Jimmy’s hands in her hair this morning… and the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.
The drama with Keisha finally died down after Treasure finished her hair. She was just about to take a quick breather when Liv texted her again.
Liv🍬: I’m outside. Came to get my nails done real quick and snatch this tea in person 😂
Treasure smiled and told her to come in. A few minutes later, Liv walked through the door looking cute as always, immediately pulling Treasure into a hug at the front desk.
They were standing there chatting and laughing when the salon door chimed again.
Both of them turned at the same time.
Treasure’s stomach dropped like a rock.
Giovanni walked in, looking clean in a fresh outfit, holding a big bouquet of red roses and a box of her favorite chocolates. The entire salon went quiet for a second as heads turned.
Liv’s eyes widened. “Oh hell nah…”
He spotted Treasure immediately and gave her that familiar soft smile — the one he always used when he was trying to reel her back in.
“Treasure, baby…” Giovanni said, voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “I had to see you. I brought these for you. Can we talk? Please?”
The clients who were under dryers and in chairs started whispering. Mrs. Williams raised her eyebrows so high they almost disappeared. Keisha was straight-up staring with her phone out like she was ready to record.
Treasure felt her face burning. Her hands clenched at her sides as Giovanni stepped closer, holding out the flowers and chocolate like some grand gesture.
“I know I fucked up, But I love you. I’m sorry for putting my hands on you. I been stressed, but I’m working on myself. Just give me a chance to show you I changed.”
Liv crossed her arms, stepping slightly in front of Treasure.
“Boy, you got some nerve showing up to her place of business like this,” Liv snapped. “She don’t want your dusty roses or your lies. Take that shit and go.”
Giovanni ignored Liv, his eyes locked on Treasure.
“Treasure… please. You really gon’ do me like this? After everything?”
The salon was dead quiet now, all eyes on them. Treasure’s heart was racing. Part of her wanted to scream at him. Another part felt embarrassed that this was happening in front of her clients and coworkers.
She finally found her voice, keeping it as steady as possible. “Giovanni… you need to leave. I’m at work.”
He looked hurt, but she knew that look too well. It was all an act.
Treasure’s heart was hammering in her chest, but she forced herself to stand tall. The entire salon was watching, and she refused to let Giovanni turn her place of business into a circus.
She took a small step forward, voice firm and steady despite the anxiety swirling inside her.
“Giovanni, you need to leave. Right now,” she said clearly, looking him dead in the eyes. “I’m at work. I have clients coming in and I’m busy. This is not the time or the place.”
His face shifted — that pleading expression cracking into something more frustrated. He still held the roses and chocolates out like they were supposed to fix everything.
“Treasure, come on,” he pleaded, lowering his voice but still loud enough for everyone to hear. “I drove all the way here for you. Just talk to me for five minutes. I love you, baby. I brought all this for you—”
Liv cut him off sharply. “She said leave, bitch. Damn, read the room!”
Treasure held her ground, refusing to take the flowers or even look at them.
“I don’t want them. I don’t want to talk. You need to go. Now.” Her voice was calm but ice-cold. The clients were whispering louder now. Mrs. Williams sucked her teeth loud enough for the whole shop to hear.
Giovanni stared at her for a long second, jaw tight, before he finally let out a bitter laugh and shook his head.
“Aight… I see how it is" his voice laced with hurt and anger. “You really out here playing me for that other nigga. Cool.”
He dropped the bouquet and chocolates on the front desk with a loud thud and turned to leave, but not before shooting her one last look.
“This ain’t over, Treasure.”
The door chimed loudly as he walked out. The second it closed behind him, the salon erupted into whispers and “mm-hmms.”
Liv shook her head, rubbing Treasure’s arm. “You handled that well, sis. But damn… he really came in here with flowers like this a movie.”
Treasure let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling slightly as she picked up the roses and chocolates and immediately walked them to the trash can behind the front desk. She dropped them in without hesitation.
She turned back to her clients with the most professional smile she could manage.
“I’m so sorry about that, y’all. Let’s get back to these appointments.”
But inside, her stomach was in knots. The peaceful high from this morning with Jimmy felt very far away now.
The rest of the day dragged on in a steady rhythm of clients coming in and out. Some wanted quick styles, others were there for full sew-ins or color touch-ups. The gossip about Giovanni’s dramatic entrance had mostly died down by early afternoon, though Mrs. Williams still brought it up every chance she got.
Treasure was focused on her last big client of the busy stretch — finishing up a fresh set of locs. She was twisting and retwisting with careful precision, the familiar scent of shea butter and loc gel in the air.
The salon had finally started to slow down. Only a few clients remained, the hum of dryers and low music filling the space. Liv was a few stations over, braiding her client’s hair while talking shit under her breath about “some men having zero shame.”
Treasure’s phone started vibrating on her station.
She glanced over quickly. It was buzzing repeatedly — not just texts, but an actual call. She couldn’t see the screen clearly from where she was standing, but her stomach tightened anyway.
Please don’t be Giovanni again…
She finished the final twist on her client’s locs, sprayed some holding mist, and stepped back.
“All done,” Treasure said with a professional smile. “Go ahead and check the mirror.”
While her client got up to look, Treasure quickly wiped her hands and grabbed her phone. The screen lit up with Jimmy’s name.
She bit her lip, a small smile tugging at her mouth despite the earlier drama. She stepped toward the back for a little privacy and answered.
“Hey…” she said softly, trying not to sound too relieved.
Jimmy’s deep voice came through, warm and smooth.
“Hey, mama. How’s your day going? You been on my mind heavy since you left this morning.”
Treasure leaned against the wall, one hand playing with the hem of her apron. She could still feel the faint ache in her throat from earlier.
“It’s been… eventful,”, glancing toward the front where Liv was still working. “Giovanni showed up earlier with flowers and chocolate trying to make a scene. I told him to leave.”
There was a short pause on Jimmy’s end.
“He did what?” His tone shifted, a little sharper now. “You good? He touch you or anything?” Treasure leaned against the back wall of the salon, one hand gripping her phone a little tighter as she spoke softly.
“No, no. He didn’t touch me or anything, Jimmy. I’m okay,” she reassured him quickly, trying to keep her voice calm. “He just walked in with roses and chocolate, trying to make a big scene in front of all my clients. I told him to leave and he got mad, dropped the stuff, and walked out. That’s all.”
There was a brief silence on the other end. She could hear Jimmy breathing, like he was trying to stay calm.
“You sure?” his voice low and serious. “He didn’t put his hands on you? Didn’t say nothing crazy to you?”
“I’m sure Liv was here too. She went off on him a little. I handled it… but it was embarrassing as hell in front of everybody.”
Jimmy let out a slow breath.
“Damn. I should’ve pulled up on you earlier. I don’t like that fool thinking he can just show up at your job like that.” His tone softened a bit. “You really good though? You sound a little stressed.”
Treasure glanced toward the front of the salon. Liv was looking over at her with raised eyebrows, clearly trying to eavesdrop.
“I’m okay now,” Treasure said, smiling a little. “Just… tired. It’s been a long day. But hearing your voice is making it better.”
Jimmy chuckled lowly, that deep sound sending warmth through her chest.
“Good. ‘Cause I been thinking about you all day. Especially this morning… how pretty you looked with my dick in your mouth.” His voice dropped even lower. “You still a little sore in that throat, mama?”
Treasure’s cheeks heated up instantly. She turned further toward the wall, lowering her voice.
“A little,” Treasure admitted shyly. “But I liked it…”
“Yeah?” Jimmy’s tone turned playful but still full of heat. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not done with that mouth. Or the rest of you. What time you getting off?”
“I get off at 6:30, It’s been pretty busy today, but it’s slowing down now. I should be done cleaning up and out of here by then.”
Jimmy hummed approvingly on the other end.
“6:30… aight I’ll come scoop you up. Don’t worry about catching a ride or nothing. I want to see you.”
Treasure’s stomach fluttered. She bit her lip, glancing over at Liv who was now openly staring and making exaggerated faces at her.
“You don’t have to do that…” she started, but Jimmy cut her off.
“Nah, I want to. Plus, after the shit Giovanni pulled today, I’d rather pick you up myself. Make sure you get home safe.”
His tone left no room for argument. Protective. Possessive. But in that way that made her feel safe instead of trapped.
“Okay,” she said quietly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll text you when I’m almost done.”
“Good girl,” Jimmy murmured, voice dropping low again. “And Treasure?”
“Keep that throat warm for me,” he said with a light chuckle. “I might need it again later.”
Treasure’s face instantly heated up. She turned fully toward the wall so Liv couldn’t see her expression.
“Jimmy!” she whispered, half-scolding, half-laughing.
He laughed deeply. “I’m playing… mostly. I’ll see you at 6:30, mama. Be safe.”
They hung up and Treasure let out a long breath, still smiling as she walked back toward her station.
Liv immediately wheeled her chair closer the second Treasure sat down.
“So?” Liv asked, grinning like a shark. “What time is Mr. Fine coming to pick you up? And why do you look like he just said something nasty?”
Treasure shook her head, laughing as she started cleaning up her tools.
“6:30… and mind your business, Liv.”
But the smile on her face didn’t fade for the rest of the afternoon.
The salon had finally emptied out. It was a little after 6:30 PM and Treasure was in her zone, cleaning up her station. She had her AirPods in, music turned up loud — currently playing SZA, something smooth and sensual that matched the low, tired energy she was feeling after a long day.
She wiped down her chair, organized her tools, and swept around her station, hips swaying lightly to the beat as she worked. She was completely in her own world, still thinking about this morning with Jimmy… and trying not to think about Giovanni’s dramatic appearance earlier.
Unbeknownst to her, Jimmy had just walked in.
He stood near the front entrance with his arms folded across his chest, muscular frame looking good in a simple black tee and jeans. His eyes were locked on her — watching the way she moved, the way the salon smock hugged her body, the little sway in her hips. A small smirk played on his lips as he admired her, completely focused.
Liv came out from the back lunch room, drying her hands. She spotted Jimmy immediately and grinned. She gave him a little wave. Jimmy nodded at her with a small smile and waved back, but his eyes quickly returned to Treasure, unwilling to look away for long.
Treasure finished sweeping, still nodding her head to the music. She turned around to grab something from her station counter……and nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Ahh!” Treasure yelped loudly, clutching her chest when she saw Jimmy standing there, arms still folded, staring right at her with that intense, amused look.
Her AirPods nearly fell out as she pulled one from her ear.
“Jimmy! You scared the shit out of me!”
Jimmy’s smirk widened into a full grin as he finally unfolded his arms and walked over to her slowly.
“Sorry, mama,” Jimmy said, voice low and teasing. “You looked too good moving like that. Didn’t want to interrupt.”
Liv laughed from behind the front desk. “I tried to warn her with my eyes but she was in the zone. Y’all two are cute though. I’ll lock up the back real quick.”
Treasure’s cheeks were warm as Jimmy reached her. He pulled her into him by the waist, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her lips — slow and deep, like he’d been waiting all day to do it.
“You good?" his eyes searching hers. “After that bullshit with Giovanni earlier?”
Treasure looked up at Jimmy, still a little flushed from the scare. She reached up and gently played with his damp curls, twisting one around her finger as she smiled softly.
“Yeah, I’m good Jimmy,” she said quietly, voice sincere. After the long day and the Giovanni drama, just being close to him was already making her feel better.
She continued running her fingers through his hair, admiring how his curls were growing out a bit. “Looks like someone needs their hair done,” she teased lightly, tugging one of the curls playfully.
Jimmy let out a low chuckle, his hands resting comfortably on her waist as he pulled her closer.
“Oh yeah?” he grinned, looking down at her with that charming smirk. “You volunteering? ‘Cause I’ll sit in your chair right now if it means you putting your hands on me.”
He leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass through her work smock.
Liv cleared her throat loudly from the front desk, smirking. “Y’all need a room or nah? I’m still here!”
Treasure laughed against Jimmy’s lips and pulled back slightly, still playing with his curls.
“You really came to pick me up…” she said softly, looking up at him with warm eyes. “Thank you.”
Jimmy’s expression softened as he stared down at her.
“Always. Now let’s get you out of here. You’ve been on your feet all day.” He glanced toward the front. “You done, or you still got stuff to finish?”
Treasure kept playing with Jimmy’s curls for a second longer, enjoying the way he leaned into her touch. She smiled up at him softly.
“I just need to make sure things are good and then we can head out,” she told him, glancing around at her station.
Jimmy nodded, giving her waist one last squeeze before letting her go.
“Take your time, mama. I’m not in a rush,” Jimmy said, leaning against the counter beside her station, arms crossed again as he watched her move.
Treasure quickly finished wiping everything down, organized her tools, and made sure her chair was straight. Liv gave her a knowing wink from across the room before heading to the back to finish locking up.
As Treasure bent over slightly to grab her bag from under the counter, she felt Jimmy’s eyes on her. When she straightened up, he was right behind her, hands sliding around her waist again, pulling her back against his chest.
“You moving like that while I’m trying to be patient…” he murmured against her ear, voice low. “Hurry up before I bend you over this station.”
Treasure laughed softly and turned in his arms, playfully pushing at his chest.
“Behave. There are still cameras in here,” Treasure whispered, but she couldn’t hide her smile.
A few minutes later, everything was finally done. Liv waved goodbye as she left through the back door.
“Text me when you get home safe, hoe!” Liv called out teasingly.
Treasure locked the front door, flipped the sign to “Closed,” and turned back to Jimmy.
“Ready?” she asked, looking up at him.
Jimmy took her bag from her shoulder and slung it over his own, then grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.
“Yeah. Let’s get you home, baby.”
He leaned down and kissed her once more before leading her out to his car, arm draped around her shoulders protectively.
The drive back to Jimmy’s place was quiet but comfortable. Jimmy kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on her thigh, thumb gently stroking her skin the whole way. Every so often he’d glance over at her, checking in without saying much. She appreciated the silence. After the long day and Giovanni’s surprise appearance, her mind needed the break.
When they pulled into his driveway and stepped inside the house, something shifted inside her.
The moment the door closed behind them, it hit her like a wave.
This place… it felt like home.
The familiar scent of Jimmy’s cologne mixed with clean linen and that warm, masculine smell that was just *him*. The soft lighting, the big comfortable couch where they’d cuddled, the kitchen where he’d made her breakfast this morning. Everything felt safe. Peaceful.
All the stress she’d been carrying — the anxiety from Giovanni showing up at the salon, the old memories of their toxic apartment, the constant name-calling, the walking on eggshells, the fear — it all melted away the second she crossed the threshold.
She stood in the middle of the living room for a moment, just breathing it in.
Jimmy noticed. He set her bag down and walked up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.
“You good, baby?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
Treasure leaned into him, closing her eyes as she placed her hands over his.
“Yeah…” she whispered. “It feels like home here. I don’t even think about that apartment with him anymore. All that stress, the arguing, the way he used to talk to me… it’s just gone when I’m with you.”
Jimmy turned her around in his arms so she was facing him. He looked down at her with those intense eyes, one hand coming up to cup her face.
“That’s ‘cause this *is* home now,” thumb brushing her cheek. “You don’t gotta go back there. Not ever. Not while I’m breathing.”
He leaned down and kissed her — slow, deep, and full of reassurance. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.
“I want you here. With me. Every night if you want. Fuck that old life. You deserve peace, Treasure. And I’m gon’ give it to you.”
Treasure felt her eyes sting with emotion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, burying her face in his chest.
Jimmy rubbed her back soothingly, holding her like he never wanted to let go.
“You hungry?” he asked after a moment, voice gentler. “Or you just wanna shower and get in bed? I can run you a bath if you want.”
He pulled back slightly to look at her again, fingers still playing with the ends of her hair.
“Whatever you need tonight, I got you.”
She stayed wrapped in Jimmy’s arms for a long moment, letting his warmth sink into her. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her hands resting on his chest as she played with the fabric of his shirt.
“Jimmy…” she started softly, voice a little shaky. “It’s been a while since a man has actually taken care of me. Like… really taken care of me. Not just the surface stuff. With Giovanni, it was always empty promises. He’d do something nice one day and then tear me down the next. Name calling, blaming me for everything, making me feel like I was too much or not enough.”
She swallowed hard, eyes dropping to his chest for a second before meeting his gaze again.
“Spending time with you… getting to know you more… it makes me feel conflicted if I’m being honest.” Her voice got quieter. “Because this is all I ever wanted with Gio. The peace. The way you check on me. The way you touch me. The way you make me feel safe and wanted. You’re giving me everything I begged him for… and you do it without me even having to ask.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.
“I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to switch up like he did. But you haven’t. And that scares me a little… because I’m falling for this. For you. And I don’t know if I’m ready for how good this feels.”
She let out a small, vulnerable laugh, wiping at her eyes.
Jimmy stayed quiet for a second, just holding her. Then he cupped her face with both hands, thumbs gently brushing away the tears that escaped.
“Treasure…” Jimmy said, voice deep and steady. “Look at me.”
“I ain’t him, I’m not gon’ switch up on you. I’m not perfect, but I know what I want. And what I want is *you*. Not just for right now. I see how that nigga broke you down, and I hate that shit. But I’m not here to play games with your heart.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her lips, soft and lingering.
“You don’t have to be scared of how good this feels. Let it feel good, baby. You deserve that. You deserve a man who takes care of you without keeping score. Who eats your pussy till you squirt just because he loves the way you sound when you cum. Who comes picks you up from work because he wants to. Who wants you in his bed every night.”
Jimmy pulled her tighter against him, resting his chin on top of her head.
“I got you. For real. No pressure, no rush… but I’m not going nowhere. And I’m gon’ keep showing you what you been missing. Aight?”
Treasure stayed pressed against Jimmy’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he held her. His words from earlier still lingered warmly in her mind, but then his tone shifted — still gentle, but more serious.
“And if this is going to work and we really be locked in,” he said, pulling back slightly so he could look her in the eyes, “you need to leave Giovanni. For good.”
He cupped her face again, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he continued.
“He’s not gonna go back to how y’all first started dating. That version of him don’t exist no more. He’s just gon’ keep doing the same shit over and over again — the apologies, the flowers, the manipulation — until something bad happens to you. And I don’t want that. I *won’t* let that happen.”
Jimmy’s eyes were intense, full of genuine concern and quiet anger toward Giovanni.
“I see how he got you scared to even trust something good. How he made you doubt yourself in bed, in life… everything. You deserve better than that cycle, Treasure. You deserve peace. Real peace. Not the kind that comes with conditions and fear.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly, then rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m not saying you gotta move all your stuff in tomorrow… but you gotta cut him off completely. Block him. Stop letting him pop up and stress you out. Because every time he does that shit, it takes away from what we building here. And I’m serious about you, mama. I want this. I want *us*.”
Treasure felt a mix of emotions swirl inside her — fear of fully letting go, relief that someone finally said it out loud, and a deep warmth from how protective Jimmy was being.
She nodded slowly, voice barely above a whisper. “I know… you’re right. I just… I hate that it got this bad.”
Jimmy pulled her back into his arms, holding her tight. “You don’t have to do it alone. I got you. We’ll figure it out together.”
Treasure tried to hold it together. She really did.
But the moment Jimmy said those words — calm, firm, and full of care — something inside her broke open.
Her eyes filled with tears almost instantly. Her lip trembled as she looked up at him, and before she could stop it, the tears spilled over. A quiet sob escaped her throat as she buried her face in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly.
“I know…” she cried softly, voice muffled against him. “I know you’re right. I’ve known for a long time. But it’s just… hard. I stayed for so long thinking I could fix him. Thinking if I loved him harder, if I was better, he would change. And now I feel so stupid for believing that.”
Her shoulders shook as she cried harder, all the built-up emotions from the past year pouring out.
“I’m scared, Jimmy,” Treasure whispered through the tears. “Scared of fully letting go. Scared of what he might do. Scared that I’m moving too fast with you… but being with you feels so right. You make me feel safe and wanted and… seen. I’ve never had that before. Not like this.”
Jimmy held her tighter, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back while the other cradled the back of her head. He didn’t try to shush her or tell her to stop crying. He just let her get it all out, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head.
“You’re not stupid, baby,” Jimmy murmured against her hair. “You’re loyal. You got a good heart. He took advantage of that. But you don’t have to carry that weight no more. I got you now.”
He rocked her gently in his arms as she continued to cry, letting out all the pain, guilt, and fear she’d been holding inside for so long.
After a few minutes, her sobs started to quiet down into soft sniffles. Jimmy pulled back just enough to wipe her tears with his thumbs, looking at her with nothing but tenderness.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly. “We’ll take it one step at a time. But you gotta choose you, Treasure. Choose peace. Choose this — what we got right here.”
Treasure nodded, eyes still watery as she looked up at him. She felt raw… but lighter. Safer.
“I want this,” she whispered, voice hoarse from crying. “I want you.” Jimmy leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her wet cheeks, then her lips — slow and full of promise.
“I want you too, mama. All of you.”
He held her close again, letting her cry out whatever was left while he rubbed her back, whispering soothing words against her hair.
After her tears finally slowed, Jimmy didn’t say much at first. He just held her close, letting her cry it out against his chest until her breathing started to even out. Then, without a word, he gently picked her up bridal-style and carried her to his bedroom.
He laid her down carefully on the bed, stripped off his shirt, and climbed in beside her. Treasure immediately curled into him, resting her head on his bare chest, right over his heartbeat. His skin was warm, his Cuban link chain cool against her cheek. One of his strong arms wrapped around her while the other gently stroked her back in slow, soothing circles.
Jimmy’s deep voice was low and soft as he whispered against her hair. “I got you, mama… You’re safe here. Ain’t nobody gon’ hurt you while I’m around.”
Treasure sniffled quietly, her eyes already feeling heavy from all the crying. She pressed closer to him, one hand resting on his stomach.
Jimmy kept going, his voice a gentle rumble against her ear.
“You’re so strong, Treasure. Even when you don’t feel like it. You handled today like a boss. And I’m proud of you for choosing peace. For choosing you.”
He kissed the top of her head, then continued whispering.
“You don’t gotta be scared no more. I’m right here. I’m not going nowhere. You hear me? This right here… this is yours. I’m yours.”
Treasure’s eyes fluttered, tears still clinging to her lashes as she listened to him. His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, slowly melting away the leftover tension in her chest.
“You deserve to be loved soft,” Jimmy murmured, fingers gently playing with her hair. “You deserve to feel wanted every single day. Not just when it’s convenient for somebody. You deserve mornings where somebody wakes up excited to see you. You deserve to be spoiled. Protected. Cherished.”
He kissed her forehead again, letting his lips linger there.
“And I’m gon’ give you all of that. As long as you let me.”
Treasure let out a shaky breath, her body growing heavier by the second. The combination of crying, the emotional release, and the steady rhythm of Jimmy’s heartbeat under her ear was pulling her under fast.
Jimmy kept whispering, voice getting softer. “Sleep, baby. I got you. You don’t gotta worry about nothing tonight. Just rest. I’m right here.”
Treasure’s eyes finally closed, too heavy to fight anymore. Her last conscious thought was how safe she felt — wrapped in Jimmy’s arms, his bare chest warm beneath her cheek, his voice still murmuring sweet promises as she drifted off.
For the first time in a long time, she fell asleep feeling completely at peace.
a/n: phew I actually love the fact that Jimmy is caring so much for her, but yall better get some tissues cuz its finna be emotional.
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