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Just One Taste

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!OC!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Dom fem, all consensual. Heavy use of n-word. Disrespectful Tyrone. Drug use. Tyrone POV. Mild Sub Tyrone.

Summary: Tyrone gets lost in a deserted town with his friends. The only place open is the library. They head inside and receive quite the surprise.

Word Count: 5,642k

A/N: Trying something new! Happy spooky Halloweek. I hope this fit the bill. It was majorly fun to shake it up a bit, do something a little new I hope! Listen, I need to go lay down myself!! Because sweet lawdt! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! I blocked over a hundred people today for no ages!

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“Man, pull the fuck over,” Tyrone snapped. The car pulled over to the closest sidewalk and his friend put it in park.

Tyrone climbed out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the chill. Burrowing cold whipped against his skin and he fought off a shiver. He sparked up, inhaling the weed and exhaling the stressful drive.

“Told ya’ll niggas which way to go and now we lost,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He was pissed. They were supposed to mob up in Vegas for the weekend, get out of the city and into something a little strange for the upcoming Halloween weekend.

But you can’t trust non-reading ass niggas. Tyrone knew it and, yet, he let them drive because he wasn’t feeling it today. He searched the area around him, noting the darkened buildings and dim streetlights. There was an eerie lack of cars around.

“Where the fuck did you take us to?” Tyrone leaned down into the open passenger side. His friend, Paul, was on his phone finagling with the GPS.

“Ion know, nigga! I was on the 15!”

Their other friend, Mike, who sat in the back seat slapped the back of Paul’s head. “You got us lost mu’fucka!”

The two men got into a playful slapping match, calling each other names and cursing at each other. Tyrone stood up straight and took a hit. He rolled his shoulders and looked up into the darkened sky. He thought there were supposed to be stars and shit out here in the desert, without pollution from the light.

He scanned the area once more. It looked like some Scooby-Doo shit. There appeared to be a main street with a hardware store, general store, local restaurant, and a souvenir shop. There were buildings further beyond that, but the cruel California/Nevada night gave no indication of life.

The air felt empty yet tangible. Like there was an invisible screen just in front of his face. “Corny ass, niggas,” Tyrone muttered and took off down the street. Maybe if he found someone’s house, he could knock and get some help. He only hoped this wasn’t one of them racist in-between towns that’d shoot him on sight.

It’d be just his mu’fuckin’ luck to get shot in the boonies on his way to Vegas. Instead of getting shot back in LA. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?

Car doors slammed behind Tyrone and his friends called after him. “Aye, where you goin’?”

“To mind my business, nigga,” Tyrone bit out. He wanted some sleep. He was so fuckin’ tired and the weed wasn’t hitting like usual.

The streetlights overhead were spaced out so far apart that he was entrenched in shadow every time he made it past a beam of light. He sighed as he walked, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do with no service in a town like this. If they slept in the car, would they wake up to some old white mu’fucka with a shot gun?

Hell, maybe he watched too much TV.

“Aye, what’s that?” Mike pointed a meaty finger towards the distance. At the end of the block, the streets rounded off. There was a tall, brick building on the corner with a lonely light over the doorstep. They were too far away to read the sign overhead.

“Hopefully someone who can help ya’ll dumbasses,” Tyrone said. He passed the blunt to Paul and took off down the street, wishing he had a jacket.

This was the type of cold that sunk down into the bones as soon as you acknowledged it. And it was hard to shake.

Tyrone made a beeline for that lonely beacon of hope, praying for someone to be inside and willing to help. Mike lumbered after him while Paul kept time with Tyrone’s quick strides. No one spoke.

As they got closer, Tyrone noticed the sign. It was a library.

“What’s a library doing open so late?” Paul asked.

“Let’s just hope it’s warm. And they got food or somethin’. I’m hungry,” Mike complained.

“Yo fatass always hungry. I’m surprised you weren’t munchin’ on the car seat,” Paul said and snickered. He put out the blunt on the side of the building.

Tyrone cracked a smile. Mike pushed Paul who went jumping a few feet sideways. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? Damn.” Tyrone huffed and pushed into the library.

Inside, there was ambient lighting and no one at the front desk. A little bell rung from the open door and the trio whipped their heads to it, huffing quick and nervous laughs.

“Scared, little nigga?” Mike asked.

“Nah, all I gotta do is hide behind yo fatass ‘till I can dip,” Paul said and laughed. He danced out of the way of Mike’s big paws. Tyrone stood in the entryway and raised his eyes to the ceiling.

If he made it out of this bumfuck town, he was getting new friends. The library was decent and less cold than outside. There were tables spread out in front of the info desk, books scattered on them. There were shelves and rows of books stretching the length of the space and those little sorting carts he thought were only in movies.

There was the same sense of emptiness here that was just like outside. Perhaps the town was just that small that it didn’t have a presence or personality like in a bigger town or city. Whatever it was, it set Tyrone on edge as he looked around. He moved closer to the info desk, scanning it for anything he could use.

Maybe it was just that kind of town. Maybe all of the doors were left open. Car doors too. Because who the fuck would steal from this empty ass town?

Mike and Paul were still fussing at each other, slinging insults back and forth. Tyrone turned around, already annoyed and approaching irritated. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? And help?”

Mike and Paul gave each other one last shove. Tyrone scoffed and took a step forward.

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

Mike and Paul screamed. Tyrone flinched and turned to the source of the sound. To his right, a woman stood there dressed like someone’s fantasy of a librarian. She wore a button up white shirt, skin-tight black skirt, complete with a loose mini tie. The collar of the shirt was open, a few buttons loose down to show her generous cleavage.

And she was thick as hell, straining the material of her outfit to near sinful levels. If she breathed too hard, the rest of the buttons would go flying everywhere and reveal the rest of the bra that poked out beneath the shirt. Her button down was tucked into the skirt with a skinny belt and non-flashy buckle.

Her hair was tucked up into a high bun and she wore glasses loose on her nose. She was so fuckin’ cute and sexy at the same time. The stirrings of desire tightened Tyrone’s gut and his dick twitched. He flexed his fists at his side, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Damn lady! You fuckin’ scared us!” Paul yelled. He shoved Mike off of him, the two getting close after being so scared. Tyrone kept his eyes on the woman. She pursed her lips at the boys and shook her head.

“Have some manners when you come in here,” she snapped.

“Yes, ma’am,” Paul said instantly. Mike and Tyrone stared at him. Paul has never said anything like that in all his life. Whatever spell Tyrone had been under looking at the woman, it seemed to have caught Mike and Paul as well. No one could resist glancing away from her for long.

The woman took a deep breath and finally turned beautiful eyes towards him. “Can I help you?” She asked.

“We’re turned around. We were heading up to Vegas,” Tyrone explained. He moved closer, wanting to be in her orbit. Nervousness crept up his spine. He scowled. The fuck did he have to feel nervous for?

She looked at the girly watch on her wrist and then raised an eyebrow at him. “A little late isn’t it?” She asked.

“Better than stuck in traffic tryin’ to get there for the weekend,” he said.

She conceded the point with a twist of her juicy lips. Red lipstick drew his eyes to her mouth. There was a sudden vision in his head of kissing her and smearing it. He imagined red lip prints on his skin. He imagined licking it off of her.

The images were so vivid, he got hornier. Gettin’ bricked up by the minute. He cleared his throat and shook his head.

“Um, we just want to know where we are so we can get movin’,” Tyrone said.

“And get to food,” Mike said right next to Tyrone’s ear. He flinched and turned to see that Mike and Paul had moved without him noticing. They stood in a near perfect line, transfixed on the librarian.

That comment seemed to soften her. She shook her head at the boys. “Have a seat, I’ll see if I can find something. May as well rest up before heading back on the road,” she said. “Do you want to help me look?”

A secret smile played about her carmine lips. He took a step forward but her eyes weren’t on him, it was on Mike. Mike grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head. Swift disappointment hit Tyrone in the gut.

That was his boy, but what the fuck did she see in him and not Tyrone? He scowled as Mike disappeared down the stacks with the librarian, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as the woman was gone, Tyrone could think more clearly.

Paul shook his head and sucked his teeth. “The fuck she want with that greedy mu’fucka?” Paul flopped down into the nearest seat. Tyrone sighed and joined him, looking around at the space.

Tyrone and Paul shot the shit as they waited for Mike and the librarian to return. While he wasn’t starving, he could eat. His buzz was faint but still there and it made his head go pleasantly funny.

“I bet his ass eatin’ all the snacks and tryin’ to get her number,” Paul said.

Tyrone huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Dawg, I’m just ready to go,” he said. He ran a hand down his face. How long had he been there? Thirty minutes? Forty-five? How long did it take to round up some crackers?

“Nigga, shut up. You know fuck well you’d hit that given the chance,” Paul said. He fidgeted in his seat. He leaned forward, then back. Put his elbows behind him on the desk. Stretched out his legs.

“Stop movin’ damn,” Tyrone said. He sighed and shook his head. He was definitely getting new friends after this.

Shuffling near the back made Paul sit up straight, like a dog excited to see its owner. Tyrone gave him a weird look before catching the confused look on his face. Tyrone turned towards the sound. Mike had a dopey grin on his face, walking zombie-like towards them.

The librarian trailed behind him, looking more or less happier than when she found three strange men in the library late at night. “No snacks for us?” Paul asked. “Did yo fatass eat it all?”

Mike continued walking and sat down in the next available seat on their side of the table. Tyrone was the closest and shook Mike. He only kept the goofy smile on his face, hands placed flat on the table, and stared straight ahead.

“Aye, what you do to him?” Tyrone asked.

“Excuse me?” The Librarian asked.

“Why he look like that?” Tyrone asked. He shoved Mike once more, but there was no one home behind Mike’s eyes.

“Aye what the fuck, lady!” Paul yelled. He jumped up from the chair he sat in and rounded Tyrone to get to Mike. He shook Mike, pulling at his oversized T-shirt. Mike blinked a few times and looked down at his stretched shirt in Paul’s hands.

“What the fuck man!” Mike yelled and shoved Paul.

“We thought she did something to you!”

Mike adjusted his shirt with a scowl and shook his head. “What could she do? We had a muffin. Gonna make fun of me for that too, little nigga?”

Paul looked between Mike and Tyrone. Tyrone trained his eyes on the Librarian who watched the whole thing like something was funny. Her lips were turned up like she and Mike knew a dirty secret.

Tyrone stood up and approached her. His head grew fuzzier as he approached, but he pushed on. Pushed past that feeling. He got into her face and stared down at her. He wasn’t a tall man but she also wasn’t a tall woman. And her small heels didn’t give her an advantage.

“We not here for games. Where the hell are we?” He demanded.

The Librarian sighed and it was like he smelled the greatest scent in the world. It was something dark, alluring, like pomegranates. He leaned in, wanting to smell more of it.

“You’re not far from the 15, I promise. You probably didn’t catch the turn off driving in this type of darkness.”

“The hell you do to him?” Tyrone asked and cocked his head to the side.

“What are you talking about?”

“What took you so long to come back out? Don’t take that fuckin’ long for a muffin,” he said.

The Librarian rolled her eyes. “I’m going to assume it’s the weed that’s making you paranoid. I asked for Michael’s help with some boxes that needed lifting. Some men like to help,” she said and pointedly looked at Tyrone.

He caught the challenge, a burning in his chest to defend himself. “I ain’t know you needed help,” he said.

“There’s still a few things I need to move. Can you help me before you go on our way, screaming that I’m the devil?” She lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow and Tyrone looked at Mike.

Maybe she was right. But Tyrone didn’t trust it. He looked to Paul who shook his head. Mike just stared at him blankly. The smell of pomegranate hit him again and his mouth watered. He looked back at the Librarian.

“I help you, you help me, that sort of thing?” He asked.

The Librarian shrugged. “I’m a librarian. I’ll help you anyway,” she said. “Won’t take as long as I did with Michael. I promise,” she said.

The way she kept saying his name made Tyrone scowl. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. He wanted her to scream it while he was balls deep inside of her. He blinked and shook his head. Where did that come from?

He found himself nodding anyway, following behind the Librarian. He watched her ass in that skirt that looked painted on. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she didn’t have any panties on. He didn’t see any panty lines as she walked.

She moved fast, disappearing down a few stacks. Towards the back, there was a door marked for employees only. She went inside and held the door open for him. It led to a dingy hallway with a few doors on either side. To their immediate left, there was a small kitchenette with a basket of muffins on the table.

The Librarian walked past, heading down the hallway. “I’m Tyrone, by the way,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

He huffed, thinking he was going to hear his name from her voice. He followed her to an office. It was cramped, one lonely and neat desk surrounded by stacks of books and notebooks, papers, and a sorting cart.

She pointed to a few boxes on top of a high bookshelf. “Can you please get these down for me? The last librarian was a giant and they’re too heavy for me,” she said.

He nodded and used a step ladder to climb up and get the boxes. She was right, they were heavy. Probably filled with books and shit. He got to work, climbing up and down the ladder and moving boxes. He worked up a nice sweat in the office. A single drip of sweat slid down his neck and down his chest.

They made small talk while he worked. He learned that she was new to town and he asked her what made her move to some place like this.

“It’s quiet and the people are nice. That’s what I was looking for,” she said.

“Bad ex?” He asked. He huffed as he strained under the heaviest box yet.

“No, just wanted a change. If that’s too heavy, don’t hurt yourself trying to move it. I can ask the shop owner to help. He’s a giant too,” she said.

Tyrone scoffed and worked even harder to scoot the box from the top of the shelf. Fuck that. If anyone was going to help her, it was going to be him. He made a sound as he got the box down and descended the ladder. Thank fuck it was the last box.

He set it down on top of the others with a smug smirk and looked at her. She returned his smirk and she leaned on one side, calling attention back to her figure.

Tyrone licked his lips and thought, fuck it. “If you need more help, we got time,” he said.

“Don’t think I’m the devil anymore?” She teased.

He stepped closer, closer than he ought to. That pomegranate smell hit him again and he leaned in. “Never thought you were the devil. Just sayin’. I can help with anything,” he said. He cast his eyes all over her body, his fingers tingling with the urge to touch her. To see if he could peel her skirt off and lick what’s left behind.

“Anything huh?” She asked. She laughed and trailed her long red nails across his chest. A shudder ran through him, desire spiking higher. His dick twitched, getting thicker. She moved from around him and fiddled with things on her desk.

Tyrone approached her, trying not to spook her. He pressed into her back, placing his hands on either side of her on top of her desk. He inhaled the heavenly scent of her, his nose pressed to the back of her neck. He didn’t know why he was being so bold. But he knew that if he didn’t at least try, if he didn’t shoot his shot, he’d forever regret it.

There was no way he was coming back to this town. But he couldn’t leave without a taste of her. Just one taste.

“Must get lonely in this town,” he whispered.

“What makes you say that?”

“‘Cause you in this library instead of at home, letting some idiot fuck you to sleep,” Tyrone said.

The Librarian chuckled. “You always talk so nasty to strangers?” She asked.

Tyrone placed a kiss against her neck since she wasn’t stopping him. “Mhm, no ma’am. Just hate the thought of you here all alone,” he said.

“Why, you want to fix it?” She asked. She turned around, turning mischievous eyes to him. She laughed and for a split second…nah, that can’t be right. Her eyes didn’t flash red. Impossible.

He licked his lips and nodded, drawn once more to her lips. “Do you really want to fix it?” Her voice turned sultry and she drew her pink tongue across her lips. He followed the movement, undone by it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Sit down, Tyrone,” she commanded.

Tyrone’s legs bent without any thought to if there was a chair behind him or not. Luckily there was and he sank into the plush chair with a quiet sigh.

She sank down to her knees and he was mesmerized by the way her skirt moved with her. How it didn’t rip or tear on the way down. He widened his legs and she smirked at him, running her hands up and down his solid thighs.

His dick tented his sweats, obviously showing his desire for her. He was near mad with it. Lustful. He ached to bury his dick somewhere warm and wet. She had the same idea as she eyed it.

She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweats and started to shimmy them down far enough to free his dick. She palmed him, stroking him, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. He was not going to bust off of a hand job. The fuck he looked like?

She wasted no time leaning onto her knees and taking him deep. “Oh fuck,” he said and his hips jerked off of the chair.

She took him to the base, suckling him and moaning around his dick. She played with the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and licking up any drop of pre-cum. She slurped as she released him and then ran her hand up and down his length.

“Wait, put yo mouth back on me,” he said.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Fuck yes,” he said.

She did not return her mouth to his dick. She stroked him, driving him insane with the right amount of pressure and speed. But it was nothing like her mouth. He reached up to pull her head back down. He didn’t know why women wanted to be cute when he just wanted to bust.

She moved her head out of the way. “Put your hands down or I stop,” she snapped.

Tyrone’s hands froze in mid air. His mind stuttered as her voice was equal parts erotic and scary. There it was again. That same flash of red in her eyes. She grinned but it was like a slash across her face. Still hot. Still a little scary.

He was no stranger to a girl taking control in the bedroom. He didn’t always like it, but he wasn’t always the cool and calm mu’fucka he projected around LA. He fumbled the first time he had sex. A few times after that as well.

He lowered his hands back to the arm rests and she ran her tongue across her teeth. “Good boy,” she said.

She stroked him and stared at him, waiting to see if he’d try something else. When she was satisfied, she dipped her head and really got to work. Her mouth sucked him down like she was trying to eat him alive. Burning pleasure seeped into him and he threw his head back against the back of the chair.

“Won’t you moan for me, Tyrone? I like to know I’m doing a good job too,” she said and then returned to sucking the soul out of him. That’s exactly what it felt like. Like she was drinking from the very essence of him.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, twisting his hips. Trying to push more of himself into her mouth. He licked his lips and made himself sit up. Made himself watch as his dick slipped in and out of her mouth. His hands gripped the rough fabric of the chair, dying to grab her. Hold her.

Saliva gathered on his dick. Her mouth was hot and perfect on his velvety dick. She added her hands, stroking as she slobbered. The room filled with wet suckling noises. Garbled saliva noises. She slurped him up and his climax hit the base of his spine. His balls grew heavier. The need to cum was overpowering but he did not want this to go too fast.

He wanted to stay in the moment. Stay with her mouth on him. Her hands on him. Her eyes fixed in absolute pleasure. He was used to women doing this shit as if it were a chore. As if it were something they thought he wanted in order to please them back. He wasn’t selfish. He didn’t want them to do anything they didn’t want to do.

But what a fuckin’ difference when he got with a real head hunter. He gave her all of his moans, all of his encouragement. Sweat poured down his temple. He watched and felt her work him, a near feeding frenzy.

He thought about baseball, the DMV, LA traffic, anything to keep this climax at bay. But then she sucked hard enough to sting and he threw his head back once more. “Shiiit,” he groaned.

His powerful climax hit the back of her throat. She hummed around it, swallowing every last drop. She continued to suck him, wringing it all. He fed her and wished he could cum again just to the sound of her humming around his dick.

He heaved as she released him, inch by slow inch, and finally let him go with a wet pop. Her eyes were closed as she licked her lips. The lipstick was a little smudged and he groaned. Fuck. He wanted to go again already. But he’d never quite had the soul sucked out of him like that. He needed a moment to calm down, to get his bearings.

“You beautiful boy,” she whispered, more to herself. He watched the emotions play out on her face as she wiped the corners of her mouth and sucked on her finger.

“You talk about me being nasty,” he said.

The librarians didn’t do it like this back in LA. Maybe he needed to frequent the bookstore more. Find the quiet girls. Those were some closet freaks. Shy as hell though. Still might be worth looking into.

The Librarian chuckled and got to her feet. She moved away but Tyrone grabbed her hand. “Wait, lemme return the favor,” he said.

“That’s okay, baby. I got what I wanted,” she said. Her eyes were too narrow for him to catch her meaning. She caressed his face, those long nails sending arrows of lust straight to his dick.

“Please,” he said and licked his lips. It wasn’t in him to leave a woman unsatisfied while he got off scott-free. He ain’t never begged for pussy. But dammit he wanted it. If her pussy was anything like her head game, he’d have to consider moving here. Maybe getting out of the game would be worth it.

“That’s okay, baby. Really,” she said. She moved her hand from his face and he grabbed her again. He kissed the back of it and then flipped it over to kiss her palm. He left wet kisses on her wrist and up her forearm.

“Let me taste you,” he said. “Please?”

She smirked at him. “What about your friends?”

“Fuck ‘em. They ain’t my kids,” Tyrone said.

She chuckled and raised her eyebrow at him. He shook with restraint. Anyone else and he’d bulldoze his way in. Talk all kinds of nasty shit in their ear to get them to spread their legs. But she was different. She drove him wild.

His skin was feverish. Desperate. He had to have her. There was no way he would leave without tasting her and seeing what made her squirm. What made her scream.

“Come on then,” she said. She said it like she didn’t believe him. That he couldn’t pleasure her. He wondered if some boonie fuck got to fuck her. If she was comparing them. He’d make sure she remembered him.

Tyrone stood up from the chair as she stood facing him, inching her skirt up her thighs and revealing that she, in fact, did not wear panties. He groaned as he watched her. She sat on the desk and spread her legs for him. For him.

He sauntered closer, running his fingers through her soaking folds. He dropped his head to his shoulder and groaned.

“You gon’ kill me,” he said.

She chuckled and ran her hands across his shoulders. She kissed his cheek. “Never,” she said.

He lifted his head high enough to kiss her. The smell and taste of her made him bolder. He slipped his fingers inside of her, pumping her, seeing how much of him she can take. He slipped in with ease and he felt her clench around his fingers.

Pride swept through him that she was so wet for him. He kneeled down, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed her pussy, inhaled the scent of her. He groaned in satisfaction and feasted on her.

He went in fast, flicking her clit. “Oh shit,” she said. Her hands gripped his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed his head and he went faster, flicking that little nub until it was nice and swollen.

“Right there, right there,” she panted. Her voice rose in octaves. He kept it up, giving her exactly what she needed. He used his thumbs to open her up wider. Her juices coated the entire lower half of his face.

He dug in, licking and flicking, sucking, and moaning. She tasted so damn good, so damn divine. “That’s right, eat it, baby,” she encouraged.

The praise hit him like a sack of bricks. It spurned him on, wanting to please her. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, curling them and rubbing her spongy wet walls until she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but murmur and coo and grip his cornrows roughly.

She tensed before orgasming, twitching and jerking beneath him. He licked up what she gushed out, not ready to give up the ghost. All of her sounds were in the back of her throat. Animalistic, guttural.

He stood up, wiped his mouth, and then entered her before she could draw breath. Her eyes flashed red once more but it was just a trick of the light. He pounded into her ruthlessly.

He moaned and kept going. She was a welcome sheath for his straining dick. Her heated core felt so good, so right, that he became more animalistic himself. He pulled her by the legs to the edge of the desk, supporting her weight, and spearing her.

He wanted to split her in half. He fucked her and her pussy gripped his dick like it had a mind of its own. He’d never met a woman like her. Will never meet another.

She only grew wetter and he slipped and sputtered as he pounded. He kept going, searching and reaching for the deepest part of her.

“Goddamn, you feel so good. So - uh- good,” he said.

She cried every time he went in, her face twisted in that perfect mix of ecstasy and pain. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Deep-mm-deeper,” she moaned.

He angled his hips and pulled her closer, giving all of himself to her. Her hand was on his chest as if to push him away. But she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him. She licked his lips and he lost his rhythm. If she kept shit like that up, he wasn’t going to last.

“Let me cum in this pussy,” he begged. “Let me cum in it.” It was a desperate need. That same primal need to mark her or claim her. To fill her up. Humans lost their super sense of smell many evolutions ago. But he wished that anyone who came across her in the future would be able to smell him on her, in her.

She wheezed as he finally hit a spot deep enough for her. She rocked on his dick as she moaned. Her teeth grew a bit sharper, her nails a little longer, and her eyes a wicked deep shade of red.

Her head was thrown back as he watched the transformation, watched as she seemed to swell with energy. “Fuck me, Tyrone. Fuck me,” she said. Her desk made scraping noises as he pounded into her.

His heartbeat was in tune with his strokes. He wanted to stop, needed to stop, but she felt so good bouncing on his dick. She trained those red eyes on him and smirked.

“Cum in this pussy,” she commanded.

He let go, his climax making his eyes cross. He shouted his release into her, pumping her full of his biggest load yet. He stuffed her full and it triggered her own orgasm. She squeezed his dick and he cried out, hoarse, losing his voice to her. Losing his mind to her.

He slipped out while she laughed and settled onto the desk. “Oh, I could gorge myself on you for years,” she said and cackled, throwing her hands across her chest and hugging herself.

He wasn’t tripping. Her eyes really were fucking red. He pulled his pants back up and backed out of the room. Her cackles followed him.

“Come back any time and see me, Tyrone!”

Tyrone ran down the hallway, her cackling laughter seeming to follow him. He didn’t dare risk a look back. He flew past the door, past Mike and Paul.

“What the fuck!” Paul yelled. No need to be told a thing, Mike and Paul raced after Tyrone. He didn’t stop running. Her laughter was in his head. In his skin.

He ran to the car and hopped in the driver’s side. He yelled for the keys. Paul threw it to him and slipped into the passenger side while Mike just made it into the back.

It was pitch black, not even the street lamps enough to pierce the darkness.

“Anytime.” Tyrone heard in his head. The tires squealed against the pavement as he threw the car in reverse.

Fuck Vegas! If there was one thing he knew, it was how to get the fuck home. He put his foot to the floor of the car and peeled off down the road. He was confused, still a little horny, but all around freaked out.

He swerved onto the freeway and put the night and that crazy bitch out of his mind. But the laughter still followed him all the way home.

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 7

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

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Dinner Aftermath

Shantell's POV

The car ride was tense and quiet as the radio playing was the only sound being heard in the car. I knew my mama was about to bust and she didn't disappoint.

“Joshua, I love you son, but tonight I was bout to get wit yo mama,” my mom said as we were returning to my house. “I’m so sorry all this happened, she will come around," Jey said turning the radio down so they could talk.

I took a deep breath leaning my head against the window. "I know she ain't gon' keep talking to Shantell like she's crazy," she said popping her knuckles.

I felt him take my hand, gently interlocking our fingers, bringing my hand to his lips “I’m gon’ fix it, baby, I promise,” he whispered as I could feel the tears about to start coming. Damn, these hormones.

“I’ve decided to move back out here, I need to be here for you and the baby. You can’t do this by yourself especially when everyone Is on the road,” my mother stated reaching up rubbing my shoulders.

“Mama, you said you were going to be here with us the first six weeks, that’s enough. I can’t have you moving your life for me,” I said just tired of even thinking about the situation.

“My grandbaby is going to have at least one dependable grandparent, and I’m not leaving you in a position to be beggin' that woman for a damn thing,” my mother says as Jey squeezes my hand a little tighter.

“I’m going to be with Shantell, I’ve already talked to Paul, and he’s approved me for two months off when we have the baby. Then we’re coming back on the road with the baby,” Jey says reassuring my mom.

“I’m going to work from home, they are in the process of setting it up, we got it covered mama,” I said closing my eyes, feeling tired. “Everyone is going to help Mrs. Johnson, when I told you I would take care of your daughter I meant it,” Jey says honestly turning to glance back at my mother as we were stopped at a red light. “So, you just thinkin’ of everything, huh,” she says smiling.

“Yea, ma, I’m tryin’ and you might as well get used to that name now since you gon’ be my mother-in-law one day,” he says smiling as she winks at him. “You just seem so sure with these predictions Mr. Fatu,” I said cracking a smile as he laughed.

“It’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler baby. You stuck wit me now,” he says rubbing my stomach as we continued the journey back to my house.

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Jon and Trin’s House

Jon’s POV

“Trin, come on baby, I don’t think she meant it like that,” I said opening the door for her trying to defuse the situation.

“Oh, yes hell she did, she can’t stand me, Shantell or Sofia,” Trin said putting her purse down on the counter. “Well if it’s true, she’s out of luck because I’m never letting you go,” I responded engulfing her in a strong hug. “Jurdy,” she starts as I cut her off with a kiss.

“Go shower and we’ll talk later, you got a big day tomorrow,” I said trying to bring the focus back to her upcoming TNA knockouts championship match tomorrow. “Ok, baby,” she said kissing me before heading upstairs. I made myself comfortable as I waited for her to return.

I refuse to let my mother ruin this for me or any of my brothers. Tonight, was above and beyond disrespectful, I was just in shock and wished I would have stood up for Trin and the girls.

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Las Vegas, Nevada

TNA Slammiversary

“Did your mom leave this morning,” Tamina asks as we settled in our seats. “Girl, yes! It was a long ass week and the barbecue at Joe’s was horrible,” I whispered looking at Jey as he was pulling his hat down over his eyes, trying to not draw attention to himself.

Jimmy was backstage with Trin trying to calm her down before her championship match. Even though Trin has almost two months left at TNA we wanted to show up and support her.

“You ok, baby?” Jey asks grabbing my hand as I looked down at him. “I’m good just ready to see the show, I hope Trin wins,” I said excitedly. He smiled leaning over to kiss me. “Hey, somebody could see us,” I whisper as he takes me in demanding kiss.

“I don’t give a shit, you my lady,” he said placing his hand on my stomach. “Trin is up next ya’ll,” Jimmy says taking his seat next to Jey as Tamina and I stood up to wait on her entrance.

Never had I felt more pride than watching my friend do what she loves. Tamina and I stayed standing for the majority of the match cheering her on.

“Starstruck! Let’s go, baby!” Jimmy yells jumping to his feet. “She tapped," I yelled jumping up and down as Jey pulled me into his arms so I wouldn’t lose my balance. “Watch it woman, don’t shake my baby loose in there,” he whispers in my ear smiling as rolled my eyes at him.

“A’ight keep rollin’ them eyes, just wait till I get you alone,” he growls nipping my ear as I involuntarily shivered at the thought. The announcer’s voice brought me back to the moment at hand. “Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and new Knockouts world champion Trinity!!”

“That's what I'm talking about!!” Tamina screamed as we hugged celebrating. Yes, tonight was a great night!

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Las Vegas, NV

Luxor Hotel

Shantell's POV

Liked by @jonathanfatu @saronasnukewwe @romanreigns @trinity_fatu @Shantell_productionswwe and 88,456 others.

Uceyjucey I took this without permission, but it’s nothing like family being there for family. I love all ya’ll! Congrats sis, first rounds on me next time we all link up!

“Aww. I didn’t know you took this,” I said looking at the photo of Tamina and I cheering Trin on. Then a separate one of Jimmy who wore a smile so bright I couldn’t help but smile myself looking at it.

“See you never know what I’m up to,” Jey says pulling me closer to him in bed as I laughed. “Yea, and you ain’t fooling these folks,” I said looking at the comments.

"@samanthairvinwwe Congrats Trin! Hey, you tagged Shantell, are we finally coming out as a couple Mr. Uso. I need answers!"

"@Usolover90901 I love how they are all so close and support each other. Are you and Shantell dating?"

"@natbynature Yes! Congrats Trin! Good Job convincing my Shanna Banana to go out and have some fun. Love ya’ll, see you at Smackdown."

"@Trinity_Fatu- Brother!!! I love ya’ll too! Shan’s going to kill you. HAHA"

“I don’t care who knows it, people always suspected anyway. If you ain’t comfortable with putting it out there, I understand and will take the post down. We can’t hide forever though,” he says laying his head on my stomach.

My privacy is important to me, but he’s right why can’t we share how happy we were. I took a photo of Jey lying on my stomach.

Shantell_productionswwe I’m so happy. Yep, that’s the post,” I typed attaching the picture and a group photo we took earlier after Trin’s title win tagging everyone in it.

Looking at his phone, I see him smiling against my stomach reading the post.

"@ Uceyjucey "I'm your man, you're my girl, I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world-Usher."

“Not Usher!” I laugh as he’s now laying on his stomach, between my legs caressing them slowly. “Yea, I hit yo ass wit that Usher cause it’s true, ain’t it? he questions his deep voice clouding my ears making me shiver as his primal stare is making me even weaker.

“What are you doin’? “I ask losing my train of thought as without warning, he gently lapped his tongue against my clit. “Is it true, are you my girl?” he asks moaning against my pussy before attacking my clit again with his tongue.

“Yes, Jey!” I exclaimed, grabbing his head and gently pulling his hair. “I told yo ass I was gon’ get you bout rollin’ dem eyes. Now when I have you like this, what’s my name baby?” he groans grabbing my hips, gently bringing me closer to his mouth.

Jey’s POV

"Mmmm, Josh,” I hear her gasp in pleasure as I feel my heart dancing in my chest. My name sounds so good falling from her lips in pleasure as I take her. I love her this way, gasping, arching her back in pleasure. Slowly licking my tongue up and down her clit, swirling my tongue and sucking on the even more sensitive area now since her pregnancy.

“Yea, yo ass bout to roll dem eyes all night, screaming from me makin’ you cum over and over again,” I proclaim slowly teasing her knowing I’m driving her wild.

“Mmm, then eat your pussy baby,” she encourages as I smile against her, gently putting a hand on her stomach pushing her back on the bed. “Now, what else you can call me?” I moan swirling my tongue around her clit before taking it in my mouth, sucking it slowing making love to her with my mouth.

“Daddy!” her strained voice finally says as I’m overloading her senses. “Mmhmm, good girl. You taste so good, Daddy gon’ stay down here all night. Can I stay?” I groan feeling her juices all over my mouth and beard.

“You can stay Daddy, you can stay as long as you like,” she cried as I put her legs over my shoulders going deeper.

I feel her hands grabbing my head pushing me even closer. “I’m so close Daddy,” she moans slowly moving her hips with my tongue. “I know baby, I know every inch of you,” I groan speeding up my movements holding her in place as I devoured her.

“Oh, God! Josh I ….” She trailed off and began to quiver gripping my hair tight as she rode her orgasm.

“Mmmm, give it all to me, I mean all of it,” I demand, moaning feeling her essence almost overpower my mouth and I welcomed it all. “Fuck!” She screamed as I began sucking on her clit bringing on an even stronger orgasm. Yea, I meant that shit, I’m gon’ be down here all night pleasing her.

Humming as she gave it all to me and more closing my eyes, savoring her taste. Finally looking up I see her eyes closed as she’s trying to calm herself caressing my face as I kissed her hands.

“You might as well hang on, 'cause I’m gon' be down here all night, making you cum. I meant that shit Shantell.” I growled as her eyes shot open, looking down at me shivering at the thought as I smirked against her thigh, nibbling on it before throwing her a wink. Yea, it was gonna be a long night for her.

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Jon and Trin’s Hotel Room

Trin’s POV

“Yea, you ridin’ this dick like a champ,” Jimmy groans slapping my ass as I flipped my hair over my shoulder bouncing fast on his dick. “Shit, you feel so good,” I moaned looking down at him as he seems to be in deep concentration trying to not let go.

“You look and feel so good,” he moans running his fingers across the knockout championship belt that was strapped around my waist as I leaned down taking him in an eager kiss, never wavering.

“You like the champ ridin’ this dick, don’t you? She gon’ ride you real good baby” I professed nibbling on his neck, feeling him pull me closer. “Fuck yea, talk yo shit then, champ,” he groans as I feasted on his neck. His primal growls against my ear making me even wetter.

Leaning back on my knees I placed one hand around his neck. Gently squeezing his throat, I feel him meeting my thrusts eagerly as I slightly tightened my grip, then released him. The look of pleasure on his face as I swirled and bounced hard on his hard dick was bringing out a different side of me.

I felt powerful, and he was at my mercy. “You like that? You want me to control you?” I hiss as he thrusts hard, hits my spot as I bite my lip. His eyes animalistic as his hands grip my hips.

Jimmy’s POV

“Yea, oh fuck! Come on girl. Choke my fuckin’ ass, punish me,” I growl feeling her tighten her hand around my neck while using the other as leverage to bounce harder on my dick. “That title looks so good on you, girl,” I moan looking at the look of pleasure on her face as she is biting her lip chasing her orgasm.

“Thank you, Daddy, I wanted to wear it for you,” she groans swirling her hips harder. I feel her hand tighten around my throat as I groan trying to catch my breath. “You gon’ cum for the champ?” she moans never breaking her thrusts, leaning down taking my mouth in a kiss before biting my lip.

“Shit! Here it go, just for yo ass,”I growled wrapping my arms around her tighter helping her bounce on my dick. Her movements desperate as now both of her hands are around my neck as she slides up and down on my dick.

“Trin! Fuck baby,” I groaned cummin’ hard. “Jurdy, yes! I love you! She screamed against my mouth squirting on my dick as she collapses against me releasing my throat. I don’t think either one of us knew what to make of what just transpired.

“Shit, not that I’m complaining, but what brought that on baby?” I panted trying to catch my breath as she’s sucking on my neck. “Alright now, you wake him back up, you betta be able to handle that shit,” I moan excited at the thought of taking her again.

“Mmmm, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe you just brought out the animal in me, Jurdy,” she moans kissing me. “Shit, well I need to do it more often, “I moan holding her close.

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State Farm Area, Atlanta, Ga

Smackdown

“Camera eight catch Roman, he’s about to hit the ring,” I say observing him getting up. “I see him, Shan,” Greg says as I see Roman charging the ring. Shit, I think he’s moving too fast. “Damn Roman just slipped, cut to camera five,” I command.

“Spear! Spear to Roman!” Cole screams. “I think that covered it well,” I mumbled looking at the other monitors trying to pace my shots. You had to be looking really hard, but Roman recovered well. Now he and Solo are taking it to Jey.

“Go to camera three, pace between the hard camera and camera four. It looks like they are going to hit another spear spike,” I instructed looking at Roman’s expression as the crowd chanted “You got pinned.” I wince as Jey falls backwards laying limp on the ground. One leg on the ropes looking almost like he’s broken in half.

“Jeez, they are going to give me a heart attack, “I mumble as Paul laughs patting my leg. “He will be ok, Shan,” he says looking at the monitor.

“Jey is getting the Jimmy Uso treatment one week before the biggest match of his career,” Wade says as his deep voice drowns out Cole who seems stunned. “Ok, Roman is on the ropes, let’s finish on camera two and we are out in 5,4,3,2,1,” I said releasing the breath I had been holding.

It’s been a rough day with nausea and some cramping, but I didn’t want to alarm Jey. Taking my headset off Paul rubs my back. “We got it Shan, go relax,” he says as I shake my head no. “Uh, go your face is turning green as we speak,” he cringes as I laugh. “I got you, go,” he says as I give him a hug and left Gorilla.

I went and laid down in my office as I rubbed my stomach. “Come on baby, give mama a break. I know it’s been a lot of stress, but please calm down,” I whined feeling my cramps increasing in strength. I started to doze when I felt a cool cloth on my head. “You, ok?” I heard the familiar voice of Montez ask as I nodded.

“I saw you looking kind of green earlier,” he said as the room was spinning all I could do was moan keeping my eyes closed. “Well just nap, and I’ll let Jey know where to find you,” he said running his fingers through my hair.

“You don’t have to do that. Paul, I’m sure is going to tell him,” I said not wanting to hurt his feelings. “I could wait with you,” he says, adjusting the cloth as I cut him off. “I’m good, I don’t need you or Jey getting the wrong idea,” I whispered feeling him rubbing my shoulders.

“I wouldn’t and I don’t care about Jey’s ego, we’re friends,” he says as I sit up trying to put some distance between us not wanting to get caught up in any drama.

“Look, thank you Montez, but I’m good,” I said getting up as I felt a sharp pain. Montez caught me, preventing me from falling “Hey! You, ok?” he asks worried as the fear began to set in for me. Please don’t let me lose this baby, that’s all I could think about. “No, I need to go to the hospital, “I cried leaning on his shoulder as another pain hit

“I got you,” he soothes rubbing my back as he reaches for his phone.” I groaned as the pain became more intense. The next thing I know, Montez is being snatched away from me.

The force of the pull almost made me fall as I grabbed the end of the sofa trying to balance myself.

Jey’s POV

“You just don’t get it! You still tryin’ to put the moves on her huh,” I yell getting more pissed thinking about his hands on Shantell. Why the fuck they up in here hugged up? “Look, she’s my friend and it ain’t like that,” Montez shouts in my face. “The fuck it ain’t, you always find a reason to touch her! Back off man,” I hiss trying to control my temper.

“I was trying to help her,” he says trying to calm the situation. “Help her with what? Trying to open her legs!” I yell, turning around to Shantell. “Why do you let him keep touchin’ all over you!?” I yell as I finally stop and take in her appearance, she’s sweating and looks like she’s in pain.

“Fuck, hey what’s wrong baby?” I panic rushing to her as she cries falling into my arms. “The baby,” she moans holding on to me as I feel her go limp in my arms. “Shantell, baby?” I cry easing her gently to floor as I hear Montez calling 911.

“Come on baby wake up,” I beg as she lay unmoving in my arms. “She’s pregnant please hurry,” Montez says rushing out of the room. “Shantell come on baby; I got you. Talk to me, please,” I cried still getting no response.

“What happened?!” Trin yelled running into the room as I don’t even look at her. My focus is Shantell, and I don’t know how much time has passed, but it feels like forever. I hear mumbled voices in my head as I see a hand reaching to touch Shantell.

“Don’t touch her!” I yelled pulling her closer to me. I can’t let anybody hurt her.

Joe’s POV

“You got to let them take her, Jey,” Solo said calmly trying to get through to him. I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life. Looking down at Shantell, my heart dropped as I saw blood seeping through her jeans. “Uce, you got to let them take her, she’s bleeding,” I plead as his eyes wildly look down at my observation. “Nah, you both ok baby. I promise ya’ll ok,” he cries holding her tighter, rubbing her stomach softly.

“We have to get her moved, we need to know what’s going on with the baby, and her,” one of the paramedics said as I nodded.

“I got it, Joe, he’s just going to keep fighting you,” Jimmy says kneeling by Jey. “Josh, she’s bleeding, they need to take her to see what’s wrong. They are here to help her, please let'em help her,” he cries touching his twin's shoulder, looking down at Shantell. “Jon, she can’t lose this baby; it’ll kill her,” Jey cries looking at his brother.

“You got to let them help her, give 'em a chance. Doing this is delaying them both help,” Jimmy pleaded as I held Trin trying to keep her calm. “Shan, you got to wake up,” she cried as Solo came over rubbing her back. “She gon’ be ok Trin, I know it, Solo,” said but his somber face read otherwise.

“Please help her,” Jey cries finally allowing the medics to help as they moved fast pulling Shantell out of his arms as Jimmy helped him up. “Come on bro, you gotta let them work,” Jimmy says taking Jey in a hug.

Jey’s POV

“We got to get her to the hospital, her pressure is through the roof,” one of the paramedics said. “Let me just get a portable fetal monitor goin’ first, I need a reading on the baby,” the other responded. I couldn’t think, I was worried about both of them as finally for the first time I heard my child’s heartbeat. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“Strong heartbeat, but we need to move now,” the paramedic said as they began moving her finally towards the ambulance. “I’m riding with her, she’s my wife,” I roll off my tongue without even a second thought.

We gon’ be right behind ya’ll,” Solo assured me as I got in the ambulance with Shantell. “You gotta wake up baby,” I encourage as it seems helpless, as the paramedics worked on her.

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Fatu Family home

Papa Kish’s POV

“Joesph slow down, I can’t understand what your sayin’ son,” I said turning on the lights trying to wake up. I put him on speakerphone as I walked into the bathroom shutting the door.

“Dad, we’re on the way to the hospital. Shantell is sick, and it’s really touch and go for her and the baby right now,” Solo says as I hear Sandra trying to come in the bathroom shaking the nob.

“Text me the hospital, I’m on my way,” I told him coming out the bathroom moving around grabbing some clothes. “I love you son, I’m on my way,” I reassured him looking at my wife.

“What has she done now?” Sandra asks coldly as I hung up with the phone. “Oh, nothing she’s on her way to the hospital, trying very hard to keep our grandchild alive!” I hissed raising my voice as her expression softens.

“Is she ok?” She whispers as I shake my head at her. “Her blood pressure is up, probably from all the damn stress you’ve been putting her under and all the other shit that’s been going on. If this baby doesn’t make it or Shantell, you may have lost Joshua for good!” I yell storming out of the bedroom.

“Wait, get me a ticket,” Sandra says coming out of the bedroom. “Why should I?" I question not wanting to take her and make matters worse. “I’ve got to make it right,” she whispers with tears in her eyes.

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Grady Memorial, Atlanta, Ga

Jimmy’s POV

I can’t believe this happened, and to all people Shan. It’s been four hours and we still haven’t heard anything. Jey is slowly losing it as he’s pacing as we finally see a doctor walking in our direction.

“Family for Shantell Fatu,” the doctor says coming over as Jey met him. “I’m her husband, her mother is on the way too,” he says rubbing his hands over his face.

“I wish I had better news. Her pressure is through the roof, stroke level. We’ve been trying safer alternative medications to try to lower it. Her O2 levels were trying to drop below 93 percent, so we have her on oxygen as well. Her body is in fight mode right now, the doctor says looking disappointed.

Jey’s POV

Stroke…Oxygen levels dropping what the hell is going on? “I’m sorry what does all this mean and how is the baby?” I asked trying to get clarification as Trin grabs my hand trying to keep me calm. “The baby is fine; the bleeding can be common early on in pregnancy as well as the pain.

“Ok, so what do we need to do for Shan,” I ask almost scared of the answer. “She’s not responding to the medication and the only alternative left is Angiotensin, the doctor says as I cut him off. “What you waitin’ for, give it to her,” I say without a second thought.

“There is a complication Mr. Fatu, she would miscarry taking this medication,” he says empathically.

“Oh my God,” Trin whispers leaning against me and I’m honestly glad she’s with me as she’s holding me up as well. I feel my world crumbling and powerless to stop it. “Miscarry?” I asked not believing what he was saying. A few tears escaped my eye as I rubbed my eye trying to stop them.

“I’m sorry to have to deliver this news but we need to act fast. We are going to give the last medication we administered a little more time to take effect. After that, you’re going to have to make a decision if there is no change,” he says as out the corner of my eye I see Jimmy walking over.

“Is there a chance she won’t need any more medication, like her pressure goes down on its own from the last meds ya’ll gave her?” Jimmy asks as the doctor nods. “That is possible but we need to weigh all our options and prepare you all for what could happen,” the doctor states removing his glasses.

“How did this happen?” Joe asked as I’m still numb, I could lose Shantell and our child. “Stress is a great factor, and that causes blood pressure issues, also many women develop it during pregnancy,” he says honestly trying to answer all their questions, but I only had one. “Can I see her?” I ask as he offers a small smile.

“Sure, I’ll take you to her,” he says leading me down to the hall to her room. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Shantell, looking so small lying in that bed and all the machines beeping, oxygen mask on her face. I could hear a steady strong beat as I looked at the monitor hooked to her stomach. My baby... Our baby's heartbeat sounded so strong as I looked at the little blinking heart on the machine. This can't be it.

“I’ll give you some time, they just administered the last medication about twenty minutes ago. There is still no change, but we want to give it a little more time,” he said leaving us alone.

I sat beside her just trying to take everything in and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “I can’t. There’s no way I can lose you, even if it cost us our child,” I whispered, finally breaking down kissing her gently on the temple.

Jimmy’s POV

I have never felt or seen my brother more broken than this moment watching him fall apart weeping over the love of his life. Placing my hand on his shoulder, he wipes his tears, standing up to talk to me.

“How can I kill our baby, Jon?" he asked looking at Shantell. "I had to tell them I was her husband to even be able to see her, now I got to make a decision that will destroy us," he whispers as I tried to reason with him.

“If Shan has a stroke, she and the baby could die Josh. Ya’ll can try again, bro,” I said trying to get through to him. “Are you asking or just tellin’ me I should ok the medicine?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m not Josh, it’s ain't up to me,” I start as he cuts me off with his worries. “I’d have to tell her what I did, and she wouldn’t understand. she’d never forgive me;” he stutters his voice trying to remain strong. “She’s gon’ understand Uce,” I reassured him.

Jey’s POV

“Shantell would never take anything that would kill or harm our baby. She would rather die first, and I’d lose them both,” I sighed trying to get Jon to understand. I could hear him taking deep breaths as he was trying to find his words.

“What if her pressure goes down without the medication, how long are they saying they want to wait?” he asks as I interrupt him. “She needs it now. Jon, I gotta… I can’t lose her. I can’t play with her life, she is my life,” I say defeated, just scared of what’s next to come. I went back to sit with her leaning as close to her as the bed would allow.

“Mr. Fatu,” the doctor said interrupting us as I stiffened, dreading the question. I knew he was about to ask what my decision was, pulling Shantell closer to me. “No,” I whispered kissing her once more running my fingers through her hair. “You don’t want us to give her the medication,” he asks as I flinch. “Yes, I want her to get the medication, but I don’t want my baby to die. But I really ain’t got a choice, do I?” I question raising my voice slightly.

“Give her the shot,” Jimmy says stepping over to the doctor. “He is her husband you can’t make that decision,” the doctor said trying to calm my brother down. “I’m making the decision here, not him. Shantell trusts me, she would let me choose. Ok, you give her the medicine and when she wakes up you tell it was me, not him,” Jimmy pleads. As grateful as I am for him trying to take that burden, I can’t let him do it.

“No, Jon,” I start as he cuts me off. “Bro, I’m doin’ it,” he pleads, his voice strained with emotion as I stand to face him and the doctor. “I know why you doin’ it. You doin’ It for me and I understand it. But it’s Shan, it’s my child, my family,” I profess looking back at her feeling my eyes burning with tears. “Give her the medicine,” I said knowing it was the right choice.

“I’m gon’ be right her baby,” I whisper trying to control all these feelings I had as I watched the doctor fill the syringe with the medication that is going to crush our dreams. I felt Shantell move against me, bringing me out of the haze I was in. “Wait doc, she’s waking up,” I said sitting up a little trying to give her some room.

I could hear the monitor beeps increasing as I looked at the machine to the side of us. “What’s her pressure looking like?” Jimmy asks as the doctor explains the increased noises. “Her blood pressure is going back up; she needs to calm down. She can stroke at any moment,” he said full of worry, wanting to administer the shot.

Shantell’s POV

God, I feel like my head is about to explode as I’m trying to open my eyes. I could hear Jey faintly asking me to wake up as my eyes finally find his.” Josh,” I moan trying to adjust my eyes to the light

“Shantell, come on baby,” Jey encouraged as I tried to take the oxygen mask off my face. “Can I get this off her,” Jey asks as the doctor nods looking at the monitor. “We can try it, her O2 levels are back up to 97,” he states printing out her vitals as Jey removed the mask off of me. “Josh, my head,” I moaned in excruciating pain. "I know baby, it's gon' get better in a second," Jey says as I nod in understanding.

“Shantell, I’m Doctor Taylor, your blood pressure is really high. You could have a stroke at any moment, that is why your head hurts. Now the medication we need to give you will prevent that, but you will lose the baby,” he says calmly as I feel my heart jump in my throat.

“No! No, don’t hurt my baby. Josh, don’t let them hurt our baby,” I cried as he pulls me closer. “Don’t let them hurt my baby,” I whispered trying to comprehend what is going on. “Nobody’s gon’ hurt our baby, Shantell. I got you baby, I ain’t goin’ nowhere, “he reassured me showering my face with gentle kisses. “I love you so fuckin’ much,” he whispered as tears filled my eyes.

“I love you too,” I cried leaning further into him trying to calm myself. Taking deep breaths, I hear the monitor sound decreasing. “Yea, breath in and out baby,” Jey encourages looking at the monitors, as I nod trying to focus and relax my body. A few minutes passed and I felt my heart rate slowing down.

“Well, I’ll be damned the doctor,” says walking over to the monitor.

“What is it?” Jey asks not letting me go as I was trying to focus on the steady, strong beats coming from the fetal monitor. It was letting me know for the moment our baby was safe.

“Her blood pressure is going down, the other medicine is finally working,” Jimmy says looking at me with a small smile. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, as I began silently sobbing but trying to remain calm. “You a fuckin’ miracle baby,” Jey praised as I could feel his tears falling against my face.

Jimmy’s POV

“Keep an eye on her nurse, I need to speak to Mr. Fatu,” the doctor said as Jey kissed Shantell’s forehead. “I’ll stay wit her,” I volunteered as I saw the look of relief on my brother’s face. He doesn’t want to leave her, and I can’t blame him. “Thanks, Jon. I’ll be right back baby,” he reassured her finally walking out behind the doctor.

“You really scared the hell outta us Shantell,” I said going over to sit beside her. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean too,” she said weakly, trying to keep my eyes open. “Get some rest, we ain’t going nowhere,” I told her, holding her hand as she dozed back off. “Lil Uce, you and your mama are some tough cookies,” I declared touching her stomach. “Don’t give us no more scares, this yo uncle Jon talkin’. I’m gon’ be the cool uncle, but don’t tell yo uncle Joseph,” I said smiling talking to Shantell’s stomach.

Jey’s POV

“What you mean, she’s not out of the woods yet?” I hissed trying to not scream from frustration.

“Her pressure has been up for a long period of time, now we have to make sure the bleeding and pain doesn’t start back up,” Doctor Taylor says placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Ok, so what do we do?” I ask, spotting Shantell’s mother getting off the elevator.

“How’s Shantell and the baby?” she asks hugging me. “The doctor fill you in ma, it’s improving but we ain’t out of the danger zone yet,” I said letting her go. Out the corner of my eye I see my dad and mom talking to Joe and Solo. When did they get here, and who called them?

“Why did you bring her here?” Trin asks my dad as he hugs her. “She’s trying to make it right babygirl. Give her a chance,” he says as I feel the anger in my boiling as my mother is approaching me. “Ma, please not right now,” I said not caring about the hurt expression on her face. “Joshua how is Shantell?” she asks as I laugh bitterly. “Bro, calm down,” Solo says coming over to me, trying to get me to remain respectful. At this moment I’m scared and I’m tired of the bullshit.

“This is all because of you! All this stress, you have a part in it whether you want to believe it or not! I yelled raising my voice, as she looks at me in horror. “Yea, you mama,” I said unfeeling. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, almost knocking the wind out of me, I caused a lot of this stress as well. From the jealousy, breaking up with her, Taraji, and the list goes on.

“You can’t blame this all on me!” she cried as I nodded in agreement with her. “You right ma, I can’t because I share plenty of the blame. I couldn’t stand up to you, I am to blame because of my indecisiveness, and jealousy,” I said standing firm in my truth, trying to not lose it. “I’m owing my part in it, when will you own your part,” I said walking off, heading back to Shantell’s room.

Joe’s POV

“Why are you here? You ready to kick my child when she’s down?” Shantell’s mom Tanya accused coming over to confront Aunt Sandra.

“Ok, we are at a hospital and people are sick in here,” Uncle Kish said holding on to Aunt Sandra, ready to jump in if need be.

“She’s in a good place for treatment, harassing my child, steady pushing and nagging,” Tanya said trying to maintain her composure. “Come on Ma, let’s go see Shantell,” I suggest going over, taking her in an embrace trying to calm her down.

“Thank you, baby, you always took care of my Shan. Always kept your word to protect her, “she says hugging me tighter as I’m trying not to break myself. That image of her laying helpless on the floor in Jey’s arms is going to stay with me forever.

Shan and I have been close since her internship almost five years ago. I met her before everyone else, that’s my sister for life. She got me through a lot of shit before I met Tangela. Regardless of the outcome of her and Jey, she will always be my sister.

“I always got her ma, let me take you to her,” I said steering her towards Shantell’s room. The sooner I got her away from Aunt Sandra the better.

“I do love Shantell; I just want to make it right,” Aunt Sandra cried. As I turned around, I could see the remorse on her face, but I don’t feel tonight was the right time to do all this. I felt Mrs. Tanya stiffen against me.

“Now that she is in there fighting for her life, you wanna make it right? Tanya asked walking back into her space. “Nah, I ain’t dumb by a long shot, Sandra. You want to clear your conscious 'cause all of the shit you’ve been saying and doing!” she yelled as Aunt Sandra broke down. “You don’t get to make it about you. You better pray they are ok because if they ain’t you gon’ have to see me," she threatened stalking off towards Shantell’s room.

"Let’s just sit down and calm down ya’ll it’s gonna’ be a long night," Solo said going over to his mom as I went in to see Shantell. Tonight has been a long night for us all but I pray this gets better. It can’t get much worse, could it?

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