#Zilla fatu x black reader

[4milly]

girl u are FREKAYYYYY. what's life like with bd!zilla? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

i really do imagine he's the type to be so nonchalant about shit tbh. like when you two decided to co-parent your 3 year old son, from that day forth zilla's always put on this act that he never cared about shit you did. you both were single.

nothing new. he did the in the relationship. act like nothing ever mattered. you'd do things to spite him to atleast see if he cared. like doing your hair a different way when you'd drop your son off, wearing a dress too short and posting it to the gram, even sending him thirst traps on "accident".

only to get a dry ass response. barely even that, sometimes he’d just heart the message and move on.

but nothing ever seemed to phase him. you'd catch glimpses sometimes - a fleeting look in his eyes when he thought you weren't paying attention, the way his jaw would tighten ever so slightly when another man's name came up. but he'd always brush it off, act like it was nothing.

one day, you decided to really push it. you showed up to drop off your son wearing that slinky red dress he always loved, the one that hugged every curve. you made sure your makeup was flawless, your hair perfectly curled. as you handed over your giggling toddler, you casually mentioned the date you had lined up for that night.

little did he know, you didn't even have one. you purposely did all this shit so his blood pressure would raise.

for a split second, you saw it - that flash of jealousy, that hint of possessiveness in his dark eyes. but just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual cool indifference. "have fun, babygirl," he said with a wink before focusing on your son

"mama, look pretty?" your son said gleaming towards you

"she does, buddy. so very pretty." he simply stated giving you a once over, stopping at your cleavage.

you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, at the way his eyes lingered on your body. for a moment, you forgot to breathe. then you caught yourself, plastering on a coy smile. "thanks," you said breezily, "i'm sure my date will think so too."

as you turned to head back to your car , you could feel zilla's eyes on you, burning into your back. you put an extra sway in your hips, knowing exactly how that dress moved when you walked. you heard your son's laughter fade as the door closed behind you.

later that night, after your mediocre date with some guy whose name you could barely remember, you found yourself scrolling through your phone in the bathroom. your thumb hovered over zilla's contact. before you could stop yourself, you fired off a text: "date was a bust. heading home early."

you stared at your phone, waiting for his reply. the minutes that went by were agonizing. just as you were about to toss your phone in your purse, it buzzed.

u wanna come over, mama?

you knew this was a bad idea. you only wanted to spite him — show him you still had it and what he lost. but...damn, you'd be lying if you said you didn't crave to feel that long, girth, samoan dick working inside you, and those hands using your hips bouncing you like a bitch in heat, just like an addict craves their next fix. nonetheless, you responded anyways: be there in 15.

the ride to his place felt endless. second-guessing your decision with every passing streetlight. but when you knocked on the door and saw him standing in the doorway, all doubts vanished. He looked good - too good. his white tank top clung to his muscular frame, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips.

"hey, mama," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "come in."

you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you. the living room was dimly lit. as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you, you felt a surge of electricity in the air. the living room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. soft music played in the background - was that the playlist you used to make love to? baby making music as they say.

zilla closed the door behind you, his presence looming large. you could feel the heat radiating off his body as he moved closer, his scent suffocating you. "you want sum' to drink?" he asked, his voice husky.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. as he walked to the kitchen, your eyes followed the broad expanse of his back, remembering how it felt to dig your nails into those muscles.

He returned with two glasses of red wine - your favorite. As he handed you yours, his fingers brushed against yours, lingering just a moment too long. you took a sip, the rich flavor exploding on your tongue.

you closed your eyes for a brief moment as you glanced over the room, "so where is our little guy?" desperate to break the silence.

zilla almost didn't hear the question, to occupied in looking at your ass in the dress.

"zilla?" you said more firmly to bring his attention back towards you

"my bad, mama. we watched that paw patrol shit he like and he crashed out not too long ago," he responded before taking a sip of his wine "you look good as fuck, y'know that?"

you felt a flush creep up your neck at his words. "thanks," you murmured, taking another sip of wine to steady your nerves.

zilla moved closer, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. "you r'member first time you wore it?" his voice was low, tinged with desire. "that night at the club, when I couldn't keep my hands off you. had to take yo ass home right then."

you nodded, memories flooding back. the way he'd pressed you against the wall as soon as you got through the door, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the dress higher, pushing his hand into your panties.

before you could respond, zilla closed the distance between you, his large hand cupping your face. "lemme r'mind you," he growled, before crashing his lips against yours. the kiss was hungry, desperate, filled with years of pent-up longing.

in one fluid motion, he lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he carried you to the wall, pressing you against it as his lips trailed hot kisses down your neck. your head fell back, a soft moans escaping your lips.

"god, you so fuckin' pretty," he murmured against your skin, his hands roaming your body, reacquainting themselves with every curve. he hitched your dress up higher, his fingers tracing the edge of your lace panties. "these in the way, mama."

with a swift movement, he pushed your panties to the side exposing your wet core, "shit, i missed this pussy. she missed daddy, baby?"

zilla's fingers were replaced by his hard length, rubbing against you. you didn't remember when he got the time to take his dick out his pants, but thank the stars above. you finally were about to get what you've nearly been wishing for and more, "fuck me, zilla. i missed you so much."

he slid into you, filling you up in one long stroke. your eyes rolled back as your body stretched to accommodate him. it had been too long since you'd felt him this way, inside you, claiming you as his own. the way his dick filled you perfectly made your mind go numb. you wrapped an arm around his neck bringing his lips to your owns. you let out a strangled whine as began to stroke, your pussy still getting used to the filling of being so full again.

he started moving slowly, dragging his hips back until you were nearly empty before filling you back up letting you adjust, and repeating the process until the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickled your clit.

"zilla!" you yelped as a particular thrust made him swipe over that special spot inside of you

"shh, shh don't wake him up, mama." he replied throwing a hand over your mouth to keep you moans at bay — careful not to wake your sleeping boy down the hall. "so fuckin' pretty just taking all this dick. I should nut all up in yo pretty ass.”

your moans and screams were muffled into zilla's hand. your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. you were in complete bliss right now. zilla's hips moved with a primal rhythm, each thrust driving you higher up the wall. your dress bunched around your waist, the silky fabric sliding against your skin with every movement. your panties, pushed hastily to the side, were soaked with your arousal — same as the floor beneath you. zilla's thickness stretched and filled you completely, your walls clenching around him, trying to draw him even deeper.

"that's it, mama," he panted, his hips pounding you against the wall. "take this dick. show me how much you missed it."

you arched your back, pressing your chest against his as you sought more friction. zilla's free hand slid down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifted you slightly, changing the angle. the new position had him hitting your g-spot with every stroke, and you saw stars behind your closed eyelids. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back, urging him on. your nails raked down his muscular back, leaving small rips in his tank top. zilla dipped his head, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts.

your breath hitched as your belly started to tighten around his dick. zilla let out a quiet menacing chuckle into your ear, "wassup baby? you wanna cum? keep wettin' this dick up. make that shit spit fa me."

tears pricked your eyes as you shut them tightly. the pressure built up in your stomach and cum dripped down your legs — unable to store all of it in your pussy with his dick pummeling inside of you. zilla groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. "that's it, baby," he praised, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "fuck, I'm gonna cum. want me to fill you up, mama?"

your eyes were crossed and your head was spent, only focusing on the feeling of cumming all over him and the pleasure radiating through your body.

he let out a groan as he released every drop of his cum into you without thinking twice. his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge. he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. some of it running down his dick, to his legs, and onto the floor. It felt too good to pull out and he wasn’t going to.

as you both came down from your high, zilla slowly removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with a tender kiss on your bottom lip as you continued to shake and twitch in his arms. the feeling of his warm cum so deep inside you, triggering another mini orgasm. your body continued to convulse as every nerve ending in your body exploded, "yo ass happy you finally got some dick?"

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(think i might make this a series tbh.)

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Wolf's Den | Zilla Fatu x Black Fem!Reader x Jacob Fatu SMUT (18+)

Requested by: @wrestlingbaby

Description: Jacob helps Zilla punish reader. Smut based on that one episode of Total Divas where Jim and Trin argue about her losing her ring, but with Zilla/Jacob x Reader.

Warnings: Arguing/light angst, Dom/sub dynamic, Punishment, degradation, BDSM club, Mentions of Roman + Jimmy/Naomi + Jey/Rhea + Tiffy/Nia + Drew/Punk + Zaria/Giulia/Stephanie in kink context (don't judge me!) flogger, impact play, multiple partners, double penetration, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), swallowing, Daddy Dom and Primal Dom, Honorifics, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, face fucking, Zilla cums in her, praise, petnames, general filth with a fluffy ending.

My masterlist can be found here

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are based in kayfabe not based upon any real people.

Zilla sat in the driver's seat of the car, his jaw clenched in frustration. He couldn't believe that after all the time and effort he had put into planning their wedding, picking out the perfect ring etc, his new wife had lost her wedding ring.

"I told you to wear it all the time," he said through gritted teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "But you never listen."

"I know, I know," she said, her voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I keep forgetting to put it on."

Zilla let out a scoff. "You keep forgetting? It's not that hard to remember to wear a damn ring, Y/N."

He glances over at her, his eyes narrowing.

"Do you even care about our marriage at all?" he asks, his voice harsh. "Because it seems like you don't care about anything I do for you."

Her eyes widened at his accusation, hurt and anger flashing across her face.

"How dare you say that," she retorted, her own anger rising to match his. "I care about our marriage more than anything. I just... I'm sorry I lost the ring, okay? But it's not like I did it on purpose."

"Only me and you know the story of that ring—that's the sentimental value it has to me." Zilla said

She felt a pang of guilt at his words, realizing the significance of the ring. She knew how much it meant to him, and she hated herself for losing it.

"I know," she said softly, her voice laced with regret. "I'm so sorry, Zilla. I should have taken better care of it."

He was silent for a moment, his grip on the steering wheel still tight. The tension in the car was palpable, the air thick with anger and frustration.

"Sorry don't fix anything," he finally said, his voice cold. "but it's okay. I got something for yo' ass."

She looked at him, a mix of curiosity and apprehension on her face. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, she shouldn't be excited but she really was.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice small and submissive.

Zilla drove in silence, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine. After a few minutes, they pulled up in front of a nondescript building.

He got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door for her and gesturing for her to get out.

She got out of the car, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She recognized the building as the Wolf's Den, the kink club that Zilla's cousin Jacob owned. The two of them frequent here often, the whole kinky ass bloodline does really. It's a safe space for wrestlers to get their dungeon fix without worrying about the press picking up on details of their sex lives.

Wolf's Den was known as one of the safest BDSM clubs in the country. People were heavily vetted, background checks were done, there were club rules and safe words and there was always more than one Dungeon Monitor on duty to ensure things stay safe, sane and consensual

After Zilla scanned his membership card for entry, Y/N followed him inside, her eyes darting around the dimly lit interior, taking in the various equipment and furnishings scattered throughout the room as couples spread about made use of them. In passing she saw Jimmy with Naomi on a spanking bench, Rhea with Jey on a leash, Tiffy kneeling at Nia's feet and Drew working Punk over with a flogger while he's tied to the St. Andrew's Cross in the corner of the room.

Zilla led her deeper into the familiar club, The air was thick with the scent of leather and sweat, and the sound of moans and whimpers filled the room.

They finally bumped into Jacob, who was talking to another patron. A newbie, Mistress Zaria and her pets Giulia and Stephanie.

"Aye, uce," Zilla said, nodding at his cousin. "We need a private room."

Jacob looked over at them, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Of course," he said, his eyes flicking between the two of them. "Follow me, Uce."

He turned and led them through a door at the back of the room, opening it to reveal a hallway that had the four private rooms and led them straight to the open one.

Once they were in the private room, Zilla turned to Jacob.

"Can I ask a favor?" he said, his voice low.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression.

"Sure, what is it?" he asked.

Zilla glanced at his wife, then back at Jacob.

"I need you to help me punish her," he said, nodding in her direction.

Jacob's smirk widened, his eyes roaming over her body.

"With pleasure," he said, his voice dripping with excitement.

"What's your color, babygirl?" Zilla asked y/n in regards to the traffic light safe word system. Green meaning good, Yellow meaning slow down and Red meaning stop.

"Green, Daddy!" Y/N eagerly confirmed.

Zilla stepped aside, giving Jacob full access to her.

"She lost something important," Zilla said, his eyes darkening. "And she needs to be taught a lesson."

Jacob moved closer to her, his gaze hungry as he looked her up and down.

"I can definitely help with that," he said, his voice low and seductive. "She looks like she needs a firm hand."

Jacob reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at him.

"You ready to be punished, sweetheart?" he asked, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She huffs but doesn't respond.

"Answer me," he said, his tone demanding.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting between him and Zilla.

"Y-yes," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob chuckled, clearly pleased with her response.

"Good girl," he purred, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. "You bout to learn your lesson tonight."

"Remember, baby, I'm your Daddy. Jacob is your Alpha. Just like before." Zilla said referring to the last time he and Jacob played with her together. Zilla was newer, less experienced at being a Dom, a brat tamer at that. And Jacob was always happy to lend a helping hand in keeping y/n in line. Roman had also done the job a time or two. The tribal chief was by far the strictest Dom of the bunch. Y/N enjoyed being shared, Zilla enjoyed sharing her but only with his cousins.

She shivered at Zilla's words, memories of their previous encounters with Jacob flooding her mind. She remembered the way he would tease and taunt her, how he would push her limits and make her submit to his every command.

Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she realized that tonight was going to be no different.

Zilla was a caring, yet firm Daddy Dom, always taking care of her and making sure she was comfortable and safe during their scenes and otherwise. He was the one who would comfort her after, praising her and making sure she knew how good she was.

Jacob, on the other hand, was a Primal Dom. He was rougher, more demanding, and didn't hold back when it came to pushing her limits. He liked to see her break, to make her beg and plead for his touch. Still caring and protective though.

Zilla always knew that his wife was in good hands with his cousin, and he trusted Jacob to give her the punishment she deserved.

Jacob circled her slowly, his eyes raking over her body as he took in every curve and dip. He stopped behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

She felt his hands on her hips, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled her back against him, her body flush against his chest.

"Such a naughty girl.. Givin' Uce a hard time." he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She couldn't help but get aroused at the feeling of his body pressed against hers, his voice sending shivers down her spine. He took in the aroma of her cocoa butter lotion.

She knew that she was in for a rough night, but the thought only excited her more.

He chuckled at her reaction, his hands sliding up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist.

"You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "You like being at my mercy."

She tried to suppress a moan, but a small, needy sound escaped her lips anyway.

"Y-yes," she managed to whisper, her body already responding to his touch.

"Aht aht! Yes what?" Zilla corrected her on Jacob's behalf

"Yes, Alpha." She responded to Jacob as Zilla began pulling her clothes off.

"Good girl," Jacob said, a satisfied smirk on his face as she corrected herself.

He watched as Zilla began to undress her, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her exposed skin.

Her clothes fell to the floor, leaving her standing naked before them. She couldn't help but feel vulnerable, exposed under their gazes.

Jacob's hands moved back to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer to him.

"Get on your knees," Jacob commanded, his voice low and firm. "And suck him off. You need to make it up to him, for being such a forgetful slut."

She obeyed, dropping to her knees in front of Zilla. She looked up at him with wide eyes, tugging down his pants and boxers.

Zilla's hand reached out, his fingers carefully tangling in her hair as he guided her head towards his cock.

"Go on, baby girl," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Take it like a good girl."

She wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her mouth slowly. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive skin.

Zilla let out a low moan, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her take him deeper.

Jacob stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he watched the scene unfold.

As she continued to suck on Zilla's cock, Jacob reached for a flogger that was nearby. He trailed the tresses over her back, teasing her skin with the soft touch.

He waited until she was completely distracted before bringing the flogger down on her skin, the impact sending a sharp sting through her body.

She moaned around Zilla's cock, the pain from the flogger mixing with pleasure.

Zilla groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as she took his cock deeper, her tongue working over him.

Jacob continued to alternate between the flogger and his hands, spanking her and caressing her skin. He knew just how to push her limits, how to keep her on edge and wanting more.

Zilla was close to losing control, his breathing growing ragged as he fought to hold back his release.

She could feel Zilla tensing, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She knew he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking with renewed fervor.

Jacob watched her intently, a smirk on his face as he continued to tease her with the flogger.

Zilla couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud moan, he came, spilling himself into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, her tongue still working over him as he rode out his orgasm.

Zilla let out a shaky breath as he came down from his high, his grip on her hair loosening.

Jacob chuckled, setting the flogger aside for the moment. He knelt down behind her, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

With a nod from Jacob as if the two were silently communicating, Zilla helped her up and positioned her on her hands and knees.

She was now facing Jacob, who was sitting in front of her, his cock hard and waiting for her. She had no clue at what point he'd shed his clothes.

Behind her, Zilla positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly pushed into her.

She moaned as Zilla filled her.

Jacob reached out, gently guiding her head down towards his cock.

"Come on, baby. Open that pretty mouth for me," he coaxed.

She parted her lips, taking Jacob's cock into her mouth.

As she started to suck on him, Zilla began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first.

She moaned around Jacob's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Zilla's grip on her hips tightened as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

She struggled to keep her focus on Jacob, her mind fogging with pleasure as Zilla pounded into her from behind.

Jacob's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he started to thrust into her mouth in time with Zilla's rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts, and the wet sounds of her mouth around Jacob's cock and Zilla in her warm wet pussy.

Jacob's head fell back, his eyes closed in pleasure as he used her mouth to chase his own release.

Zilla's thrusts became more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his second orgasm.

Jacob was close as well, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her head in place, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm close," Jacob groaned, his voice strained.

Zilla grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even harder as he chased his own release.

Suddenly, Zilla gave a final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her.

Jacob let out a strangled cry as he followed suit, his release spilling into her mouth.

She was a mess of moans and whimpers, her body trembling between the two of them as she felt Zilla's release fill her.

It didn't take long for her own orgasm to hit, her body tensing and clenching around Zilla as she came undone.

Zilla and Jacob both stilled, both of them panting as they came down from their highs.

Zilla gently pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used in the best way possible.

She collapsed onto her elbows, her body spent and exhausted.

Jacob reached out to brush a strand of hair out of her face, his expression tender despite the roughness of their previous actions.

Zilla knelt down beside her, his hands running soothingly over her back.

"You did so well, baby. So good for us," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate.

She leaned into his touch, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jacob chuckled, his hand moving to caress her cheek.

"You look absolutely wrecked," he said, his tone playful.

She could only manage a weak nod in response, too spent to form coherent words.

Zilla chuckled as well, his hands moving to her hips and gently turning her over so she was lying on her back.

Jacob smiled and stood up, understanding that Zilla wanted a moment alone with her.

"I'll go clean up," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before pulling his clothes on.

"See you later, Uce." he said to Zilla who gave him a nod.

Once Jacob was gone, Zilla turned his attention back to his wife.

He laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his chest.

He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her as if he never wanted to let go.

"You took us both so well," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and affection.

She let out a soft sigh, her body still sensitive and sore from their earlier activities.

Zilla's hands continued to roam over her body, his touch gentle but possessive, as if he was claiming her all over again.

His hands eventually came to rest on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her skin.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "My beautiful wife."

"I really am sorry about the ring" Y/N reiterated.

"I'ma buy you another one, baby. And a hundred more after that if I got to, as long as you're mine." Zilla responded.

"I love you, Z." She said

He pulled back slightly to look down at her, his eyes filled with affection and adoration.

"I love you too, babygirl," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Forever".

"Forever" Y/N confirmed with a soft content sigh.

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♥️Your Girl♥️ (Manipulative! Zilla Fatu X Slightly!Obsessive Black Reader)

CW: Jealousy, Rough Sex (it’s a LOT going on), Choking, Dirty Talk, Toxic (man this is really hitting close to home😗), Cheating (Is It Really Though?), Manipulation, Multiple Orgasms, Gaslighting, Unprotected P in V

Word Count: 5.7k+

Carry me off the stage

I can't do this anymore

Been gone for three years

Is that enough for you, boy?

Carry me to my bed

Paint my toe nails blue

Tell me all about the things

That you and I will never do

That’s what it felt like. You and Zilla did so many things together, he carried you around in the bedroom, stayed near you in public, bought you flowers and gifts….but he didn’t put anything on that. There wasn’t a label between the two of you at all. You wished there was so bad, he’d been near you, close to you, and even inside of you so it wasn’t fair. Anywhere he went, you were right there but with the way he acted in public, it was like you were his assistant more than anything. In private, he catered to you like you were his world but in public, he stayed near you, but never held your hand. You didn’t notice it too much at first because you were so caught up in the love and affection he showed you in the bedroom everytime you two were caught between the sheets but overtime…the more you two kept seeing each other, you started to become obsessed with wanting more of that attention…more of it than just in the bedroom. You didn’t want to just have his attention in the bedroom, you didn’t want him giving his attention to other bitches or entertaining them, you wanted him to claim you. You wanted to to be his girl.

I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl, oh

I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl, oh

It had been three years since that night at the roller rink, but every time you closed your eyes, the memory still felt fresh. The flashing lights, the smooth roll of the skates beneath your feet, and the electric buzz of the music that made everything feel alive. Zilla’s presence had been magnetic, pulling you in with that cocky smile and the way his eyes seemed to trace every curve of your body, even when he wasn’t looking directly at you. But back then, it was a spark, something casual. A vibe that felt like it could grow into something—only it never did.

You’d been feeling yourself that night. It was Skate & Sip night at Cascadia, and you had every intention of gliding through the rink like you owned it. You were in a tight white tank top that stopped just above your belly button, showing off a hint of skin. The ripped jean jacket you wore added a laid-back, cool vibe to your outfit, while your ripped jeans hugged your curves and heightened the outline of your ass just right. A soft peek of your lacy pink panties flirted with the edges of your jeans, adding a little edge to your look. Your box braids, all sleek and golden, flowed down to your hips, their edges adorned with small golden beads that clinked gently as you skated.

You hadn’t even noticed your lip gloss had a slight strawberry flavor that lingered on your lips, a secret taste you knew no one else could experience. But it was your brown skates with the orange wheels that sealed the deal. The pop of color matched the subtle hint of pink peeking out from your jeans, bringing the whole look together. A cherry-flavored lollipop was tucked in your mouth, its sweet tanginess adding flavor to the air around you as you glided around the rink.

Your feet moved in sync with the music, twisting and turning with ease, skating backwards, forwards, even throwing in a twirl for fun. You were lost in your own world, the rhythm of the night pulling you deeper into the moment until—bam. You crashed into someone hard, the impact sending you straight to the floor with a yelp, your ass hitting the hard surface. The lollipop almost flew out of your mouth, but before you could even register the sting, a voice pulled you from your haze.

“Oh damn, you ight?” He said immediately extending his tatted covered hand as an offer to help you up.

You looked up, and for a split second, you forgot you were on the floor. Staring down at you was a man whose presence was overwhelming even in this busy rink. His dark black mullet with red tips at the ends in the back, the short strands that sat over his forehead, the sides of his hair faded neatly, and his tattoos peeking out from beneath the sleeves of his shirt completed the art piece standing in front of you. And then you saw it: the “Z” on his neck. You’d never seen anyone wear their name like that before or even an initial. Bold. Unapologetic.

He reached down a hand to help you up, and you couldn’t help but take it, gripping his arm with a steady pull as you stood to your feet. “Damn, that was a hard ass fall,” you laughed, brushing yourself off.

“No problem, ma. Be careful next time though,” he said, voice low, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t worried about the fall…too much, his attention was more so directed to you.

You couldn’t stop staring at the “Z” tattoo on his neck. You hadn’t been into tattoos much before, but on him, it felt like part of his essence. Letting go of his hand, you took the lollipop out of your mouth for a split second, the red tinge left behind on your tongue. “Your tattoo… what’s that Z for?” you asked, curiosity slipping past the edge of your lips.

His eyebrow arched slightly, amusement in his gaze. “Zilla. That’s my name.”

“Y/N,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips as popped the lollipop back into your mouth, the cherry flavor a sweet distraction from how intimidating he looked.

And then, as if the universe decided it was time to turn the night up a notch, “Pony” by Ginuwine began blarring through the speakers. The entire rink seemed to move with the beat. The lights dimmed and spun, and the air grew slightly thick around you both.

“You tryna dance wimme?” you asked, stepping closer, the flirtation in your voice smooth as honey. “Maybe I can be more careful this time.”

Zilla chuckled softly, that low rumble making you feel like you were right there, close enough to hear his heartbeat. “You something else, ma,” he said, a smirk forming. “I ain’t mad at it.”

Without another word, he took your hand, his rough fingers grazing over your skin as your fingers intertwined. The touch sent a shiver through your spine, and before you could even think, the two of you were rolling onto the rink floor, your skates gliding smoothly as the music wrapped around you. His arms, inked and strong, found their place around your waist, pulling you in close. You spun on the wheels, laughing, lost in the rhythm, your heart racing as his body pressed closer.

For that moment, everything felt right. Perfect. But it was only a moment.

Back in the present, you sat in your room, your hands subconsciously wrapped around your waist, imagining the warmth of Zilla’s arms again. The memory of his touch lingered, but it wasn’t the same. You weren’t just thinking of the moments when it was just the two of you in that bedroom, where his attention was all yours. You wanted more than that. You wanted him in the world outside those four walls.

But the reality was clear. You weren’t his girl. You weren’t anything. He’d been close to you in ways no one else had been, but when it came to the world beyond those sheets, you were invisible. To him, you were nothing more than an accessory, a companion on his arm, one of the many women he had in his section at his kickbacks or hostings, never anything to claim.

You wanted him to claim you.

You wanted that title.

You needed him to show the world that you were his, not just in those quiet, intimate moments but out there, where everyone could see. You didn’t want to be someone’s secret anymore.

You longed for more than just being his assistant. You wanted to be his girl.

And no matter how many times you told yourself it wasn’t enough, the truth was that you were getting tired of waiting for him to take that next step. But something deep down, your conscious told you that would never happen because there was something else. There was someone else. You weren’t the type to just accuse someone out of the blue but that made the most sense. All of the signs pointed to him having…another girl. Someone who wasn’t you. The ache in your chest, the way your blood boiled at the thought, and the expression on your face said everything, it didn’t matter that you weren’t together. It’s what he did, how he made you feel, and the touch of his tongue across your body that made you cringe at the idea of him doing that to someone who wasn’t you.

As if the Universe heard your pleas, your phone rung and those feelings almost immediately came to a stop for just a second because of the name you saw across the screen. It was rather pathetic, this man who you weren’t even with had you in a chokehold because of how attractive he was outside and inside the sheets. “Zilla🥀” was all you could read before your hands glided across the sheets toward the device. With the click of a button, your soft but stern voice echoed through the other end. “Hello?”

“What’s good witchu ma? Whatchu doin’ tonight?”

“You. If you come over here, you know what time I’m on already.”

The phone was still pressed to your ear, and you could feel your pulse racing with every second that passed. Zilla’s voice, usually so smooth and easygoing, now felt grating, like nails on a chalkboard. The mix of frustration and something else—disappointment, maybe—twisted in your stomach. You’d had enough of his games, it had been three years of manipulation, crying, doubts, and private activities.

“What’s good with you, ma? Whatchu doin’ tonight?” Zilla’s voice came through, casual, like it hadn’t been weeks of him acting like you didn’t matter in public. He was more busy bowling, basking in attention, flashing those grills that beamed everytime he opened his mouth, and paying you no type of mind unless he needed something.

You paused, taking a breath. Trying to calm the rising tension inside you, but it was impossible. His words were too light. Too carefree. Like he didn’t know what was wrong with you, like he really didn’t care. It hurt but you knew you missed him. You wanted him to come over, mess up those once perfect satin sheets, tell you everything you wanted to hear and make you forget everything you feel now for the next 24 to 48 hours at least. Have you in a wide range of emotions from crying to crashing out, only to still be under him when he came back.

“You, if you come over” you said, trying to sound indifferent, but there was a tightness in your voice you couldn’t hide. “You know what type of time I’m on.”

He laughed lightly. “Oh yeah? What type of time is that?” His teased.

“Don’t play wimme,” your voice was a bit more stern, the sound you heard on the other end caused you to bite your lip. “I miss you fucking me into these sheets, the ones you like so much. But you playin’ too much. You out here having me looking dumb as fuck f’real.”

The line went silent for a second, and you could practically hear him shifting to sit up and that was never a good sign, it meant y’all were probably bout to have another argument but you it wasn’t nothing new so who cared.

“What you talkin’ bout now? Everytime we talk about sex, you start this whining shit. You already know I gotchu, so whatchu trippin for?” The toxicity that came from his tone was evident but you still wasn’t backing down because you were pissed. Sexually frustrated too but overall pissed that he could have his way but you couldn’t have yours. Niggas these days, irritating as fuck. “Nah nigga, ain’t no you got me. You got me in the sheets and after that in public, you don’t got shit. Why the fuck am I around you and it’s looking like you got another situation goin’ on?”

“Even if I did have a situation, why it matter? Bruh I met you in a skatin’ rink with your ass out, licking a lollipop. What else you thought we was finna be?”

“And? This ass that you like getting thrown back on you when we in the bedroom though! I love you, I want you to have my babies, I want to keep you close to me” you mocked. That’s all you kept saying the whole time we fucked nigga and you think you can just write me off cuz of a whatever situation you got going on. Fuck your situation, I want you and you deadass playin’ wimme.”

As Zilla went to respond, the girl he had beside him stirred. Her 40 inch buss down moved to the side along head as her brown and gold acrylics gripped the pillow. Her voice was low and groggy, but you heard it on the other end. “Bae, who you on the phone wit?” She said cutting him off and if only you seen the look on his face. You didn’t give him the opportunity to say shit before you hung up, grabbed your purse and made your way to the kitchen to grip your keys. Your acrylic nail tips clawed their way into your skin, that’s how tight your grip was. You put your phone in your purse and slid into your Black Range Rover before pulling out of the driveway. Oh you tryna play nigga. Bet. You knew where he lived because he’d trusted you with his address before but you also knew that no more talking on the phone was needed because this nigga really had the wrong one.

Going 10 over the speed limit, you booked it down the highway going having around 10 exits to get through just before you made it to his house. Technically he didn’t live that far which is even more reason why that nigga should’ve known better than to let you hear another bitch on the phone.

After zooming through 10 exits but still making sure to mind stop lights despite your anger, you pulled into his driveway and quickly got out of the car slamming your door in the process, keys in one hand and phone in the other as you approached the door. You knocked, hard four times not caring if you might’ve been interrupting whatever him and that other girl got going on. Not getting an answer the first time, you knocked again. Only this time the door swung open after almost a few moments later, Zilla standing on the other side in a black graphic t shirt, some shorts and red and black high top dunks. “What the hell is you doin’ here?” He yelled, his voice being above a whisper but obviously where he wasn’t tryna let the other girl know you were here.

You barged past him into the house looking around as you heard the door close behind you. “Don’t play wimme, asking me dumbass questions and shit” you mumbled as you looked around before going upstairs looking into the guest rooms before looking into his room seeing no one there. “Man where the fuck is she at bruh? Bae?! You out here with a whole fucking girlfriend and you having me out here looking crazy! That’s why yo friends out here looking at me sideways and shit! Where she at?”

“They looking at you sideways because of this shit right here! You be trippin! She ain’t here! I told her to leave cause I knew you was finna pull up on this weird shit!”

“Nigga ain’t no weird shit! I’m not stupid! You out here playin’ with me! You got a whole girlfriend!”

“That’s not even my fucking girlfriend! She a girl I’m dealin’ with but what that gotta do witchu? Me and you not together Y/N!”

Your tongue hit the inside of your cheek as you smiled and scoffed before opening his closet door looking around and going into his bathroom looking around before attempting to leave the room before he grabbed you. “Bruh you need to chill, ain’t nobody here!”

“Man move! Move out my way bruh! I said move!”

“And I said no! The fuck is wrong witchu girl! You crazy as fuck coming in here thinking you own shit! This ain’t yo house, take yo ass home!”

“No! So you can bring that bitch back in here! What? You tellin’ her all the things you tell me? Hm? I’m not no game you can play nigga, you thought I wasn’t finna pull up while you got another fucking girl in your bed! On my phone, playing in my face Z!”

“Bruh why it matter though?! We ain’t together! So why you keep bringing that shit up?! This that whining shit I’m talkin’ bout!”

“Because you ain’t shit!” Tears streamed down your face as your voice became sore and slightly hoarse from yelling. “You ain’t shit nigga. You know I want that fucking title…I wanna be your girl and you playing wimme bruh. It’s been 3 years! I can’t stand when you do that shit cuz you know what the fuck you doin’”, as pathetic as some people might’ve seen it, you liked…no loved Zilla. Despite the attention only being in the bedroom, he made you feel special while he did it. Like you were the only girl in the world that mattered to him. He never specifically said he wasn’t looking for nothing serious, his actions might’ve showed he was fooling around but your heart wanted something much more with him. Your brain told you plenty of times to get the hell away from him because you’d never be what you wanted but your heart made you stay right there.

He stayed quiet for a moment, but you could tell he was far from done as he stepped toward you, his jaw clenching once before his eyes locked with yours. His voice was softer but still stern, “I ain’t shit, but you still finna be under me begging me to let you have this though. You crashin’ out and doing all this shit over a title but how I make you feel though?” He said before taking his tatted hand and putting it under your chin. “You doin’ all this crashing out over somebody that ain’t even my girlfriend. You looking crazy ma.” He paused examining your tears. “But I like that on you.”

He was ruining you. Your eyes were red and puffy with tears, your lips were swollen from how emotional you were, your throat was sore from yelling and you couldn’t stand the words that were coming out of his mouth. But he was right, y’all could fight, argue, and literally stop seeing each other over something big or small and you’d still be right back under him. Because he had that type of hold on you. He was like a drug you were addicted to, could take a break but couldn’t stop completely.

“I hate you bruh” you said as you looked at him with more tears still streaming down your face but you knew you didn’t mean it and he knew it too. “Nah you don’t, if you did you wouldn’t be here right now. If you really mean it, leave right now.”

But you couldn’t. Your body wouldn’t let you and you knew you didn’t want to walk out that door. The smug look on his face irritated you and it showed, your brows furrowed and the corners of your lips curled into a slight frown. That was the look you had always gave him, right before y’all were back where you started. Again. When his lips touched yours, you reciprocated and yours melted right back onto his. Your body was addicted to his tongue, his touch, and it was like the words he spat didn’t matter. The arguing, the cursing, the fighting, you both could take it out on each other. His back could be covered in scratches and you could be left breathless and shaking in his sheets or yours repeating the cycle over and over again.

That’s what this came with. A gasp escaped your lips the moment you felt his tatted hand grip your breasts, allowing his tongue to slip over yours prompting you both to enter a heated tongue battle. As you felt your anger start to let go, your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, your nails sliding over his mullet in the back before massaging his scalp lightly. A satisfied grin made its way onto his lips before he led your body to his bed and you felt your back collide with the already disheveled covers. The familiar scent of him, his house, and the fact that you were over covers that belonged to him with him on top of you, only solidified your feelings for the man above you.

Your brown and golden nails gripped onto his shirt, the tension and dire need between you both being crystal clear as you found yourself squirming under him already. It was pathetic how easy he could get you like this but you didn’t have the energy or the sense to care in this moment. You both were like animals, aggressively taking off each other’s clothes while still trying to simultaneously keep your hands glued to each other. Each time you both let each other go, it felt like cruel and unusual punishment. His back was almost half way covered in tattoos, but that “SAMOA” part had you hooked the most. It kept you staring every time he turned around, but the naked part under it that had nothing on it is where your nails put new marks at every single time.

As he pulled away from the kiss, the words that left his lips had you made your heart skip a beat because you knew he was serious, always kept his word behind these four walls. “You ain’t done whinin’ yet, cuz now I’m really finna give you somethin’ to whine about”and with that his head got lower and lower as both his hands cupped your breasts, your hard nipples being in between his fingers. The rise and fall of your chest was slow yet it got quicker with anticipation just before his tongue slid over your folds, your nails raking through his scalp as you gave him a silent plea to continue. Your body was getting hotter and hotter by the second, the friction of his tongue against your outer and inner folds, around your clit, and the opening of your vaginal walls was enough to send your head back in bliss as moans escaped your lips. The harder you pressed down on his scalp, the harder he went, his hands left your breasts and slowly slid down to your legs gripping them firmly, your knees were raised up temporarily with your feet on the bed, that was until he decided he didn’t want that anymore and pushed your legs beside your head and gave you the best cunninlingus of your life. Your legs trembled as the unholy sounds of slurping and licking had your brain completely numb. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you felt your release approaching quickly with the way his tongue moved around. His moans mixed with yours, sending vibrations to your pussy and that only made your moans grow louder from how much pleasure it was causing. “Z…I-I’m gonna c-cum!” Your hips slightly raised, your flexibility playing a key role in attempting to add more friction to the pleasurable situation. Your ragged breaths, trembling legs, the opening of your pussy becoming a home for his tongue and the eye contact he gave you the moment you said that sent you over the edge as you released all over his tongue unable to hold back at all. Your bottom lip found its way behind your top set of teeth as you begged for him to continue loving that overstimulation and he happily obliged.

“Oh m-my fucking g-god, yes!” You moaned out as he kept going, feeling two of his fingers slowly enter you and began pumping in and out slowly…at first. But this time, his tongue was giving attention to your clit while his tatted hands were making your entire world turn upside down from how sensitive you had been from just creaming all over his face. The faster his fingers went, the more stimulation you felt on your clit which caused your legs to shake around him. It got so bad you began to whimper and beg as your walls clenched around his fingers and your pussy was a dripping mess.

He groaned against your wetness as his fingers curled causing your toes to curl and your head to collapse further into the cotton pillows around your head. Your nails dug further into his scalp as you felt the knot in your core tighten, the tension being just on the brink of release, just until his fingers curled again and that was all it took. Your mind went completely blank, as your hands let go of his scalp and quickly gripped his black sheets beneath you, causing a variety of crescents to form in every direction. You were on the brink of tears as your chest rose and fell rapidly as you felt your legs slowly fall to the sides of the man above you.

You couldn’t even respond for a moment when he called for you, it was only when he pulled you up toward him did you come to before looking into his eyes a moment. Dammit. His lips were so wet and he looked so smug still, but that was just an added bonus to his attractiveness. The way it was your aftermath, he had around his lips and chin made you hooked even more before you wrapped your arms around him and slowly licked some of your aftermath away before giving him the most sloppiest yet passionate make out session. Your nails were around the back of his neck, the red part of his mullet hitting against them every once in a while due to the shift of your bodies during this intense session. His tongue collided with yours as if earlier had never even happened because he was getting exactly what he wanted right now but so were you.

The make out session got more and more heated before you found yourself under him again for a moment until he pulled away and crawled over you getting behind you as you turned to your side quickly getting the memo. But a quick position change wasn’t going to stop anything, because you two were right back at it again. One of his hands wrapped around your face, two being under your chin and two being just right under your bottom lip, the other one giving slow and gentle strokes around your ass for a few moments before retracting it and wrapping it around his dick. He began to stroke it back and forth as both your tongue and his were colliding with one another.

As you felt him position himself at your entrance and his tip rub against your folds, your lips curled in satisfaction. But it was when he pushed into you that the real fun started, he was thicker and you could tell with all of the shit you pulled earlier that he was about to be rougher. And he was, your wetness was more than enough lube, making it easier for him to slip in and out of you whenever he wanted. His hips connected against yours before he slowly pulled back and slammed into you again. The grunt that left his lips as his bottom lip curled under his top grill was such a sexy sound that would live in your mind forever. Your soft moans soon turned into more loud and breathless ones the moment you felt your ass practically being grabbed and forced back onto his dick creating that slight recoil each time. “See what happens when you just say whatchu want ma” he grunted out before commenting again. “Squeezing my shit f’real girl” he moaned out before thrusting forward once more. His dick was massaging your insides and your walls were caving in on it because of how good it was.

You looked at him with a smug look as your walls clenched around him even more. “Oh you tryna be cute huh?” He said before his hand made its way to your neck and tightened, his dick rushing into you once more going even deeper causing you to let out a loud moan and a few curse words to accompany them. You enjoyed it when he made you regret doing something, you could be mad at him for a while but when it came to this….his dick and his words were the only thing on your mind. The feeling of your insides being stretched by the girth between his legs had your brain on autopilot and your eyes welling up with tears after a while.

A loud moan escaped your lips as the sound of his hand coming in contact with your ass, echoed throughout the room. “What I tell you? Huh? Told yo ass I was finna give you something to whine about didn’t I?” He said while pounding you from the back. He knew how much you like for him to talk you through it, how much you loved to be degraded, and he loved how much he made you cry from it. Tears streamed down your face from pleasure, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix with every thrust as he made a mess of you underneath him. By this point your pussy was even wetter than it was during the foreplay from earlier and your g spot was aching to be touched but he was purposely missing it. He knew exactly where it was, he just wasn’t hitting it until he felt like it. “Ion hear you talkin, ma” he growled out before getting a whimper from you in response. “Y-Yes!” was all you managed to get out before you felt his hand tighten around your throat again slightly as if he was taking ownership of your entire body using his own, causing your eyes to roll back in pure pleasure.

“Look at chu, dicked out huh?” He said before suddenly hitting your g spot causing your body to jolt and your legs to tremble from the suddenl location change as your pussy started dripping again. Even during sex he still teased you, called you out, and made sure you would remember everything. “S-Shit!” You cursed as your eyes came to and you looked up at him before sticking two of your fingers in your mouth before slowly pulling them back out, your fingers being covered in saliva before touching your clit again and rubbing it in sync with the thrusts he was giving you. The stimulation you longed for was happening right this second and you didn’t want it to stop for anything. “I’m gonna f-fucking cum again, I want you to cum inside m-me. Uh huh” you pleaded while looking up at him with doe eyes, knowing in the bedroom he’d do anything you asked him to do. He slowly let go of your neck before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth which you sucked on happily as tears streamed down your face from him hitting your g spot over and over again despite the fact that you were already a dripping mess. A white cock ring formed at your entrance, making a perfect circle each time his dick moved in and out of you. You could stay in this exact position for hours if it called for it, one of your legs over the other, with him behind you slamming in and out of you with one hand on your ass and the other in your mouth rocking your world completely.

His fingers vibrated as you let out moans on his fingers before your eyes rolled back once more feeling the knot inside of your core come undone as you bucked your hips against your own fingers. The sight of your hips slightly raising, how in complete bliss you were, and the fact that his fingers were in your mouth sent him over the edge too. His thrusts became more sloppy as he let out a drawn out moan, releasing his load inside of you causing you to let out a soft moan of satisfaction as you made eye contact with him. The moment he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, his lips crashed onto yours as you both had a sloppy post sex make out session before slowly pulling away from each other.

“You crazy man.”

“Stop playin’ in my face and I won’t have to be. But if it gets me this, I’ll be the craziest person in the world.”

“You gotta stop doin’ that shit f’real though. I like it on you, but you be takin’ shit too far.”

“Boy bye, and you still gon’ fuck me like you own it. You had a girl callin’ you bae yet telling me you want me to have your babies. I meant what I said, I wanna be your girl.”

“You think you can handle that ma?”

You bit your lip getting slightly more cocky before pulling away from him and gently straddling him, crawling on top of him slowly. “The real question is, can you handle me?” You whispered into his ear before licking the side of his face and kissing him deeply again.

He kissed back before both his hands gripped both sides of your ass. Before the make out session got a little too heated, he pulled back with a smirk on his face. “I’m bout to handle you again ight.”

Whew…lord ꨄ

A/N: This took me so long to finish…damn plus this song has been on repeat so I had to finish this👏🏽

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Heart of a Woman

Author Note: Based on the song Heart of A Woman by Summer Walker. Y'all chose it! I hope you enjoy. If you want to leave a song request for a one shot please comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots / stories.

Warning: Smut, Angst, P in V, Oral (f! receiving), Profanity, Praise, Toxic Relationship

Pairing: Zilla Fatu x Black OC

Word Count: 3,210

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Only thing that saving you...

Is a Heart of a Woman…

Indya leaned over the large island in the kitchen of the house she shared with her boyfriend of three years, Isayah. 

Pissed wasn't even the word. She was livid. 

Moments ago she received a random message from an unknown number. It was a message every woman dreads to get. 

A coming to you as a woman message. 

Normally she would ignore it, majority of the time it was just women trying to ruin their relationship. She knew how popular Isayah has become in the last year. His wrestling career really taking off this past year. She knew groupies came with this lifestyle. She had trusted him. But this was a constant cycle they went through. 

But this message was different. It had actual concrete proof. Pictures, screenshots and screen recordings of multiple messages and FaceTime calls.

She couldn't help but to feel the hurt and betrayal. Most of all she was more upset with herself. Knowing that this wasn't the first time, but continuously keep giving him second chances. 

She was so focused on the messages. Continuously scrolling through them, in denial, trying to find something that didn't make this true. The more she kept looking it the more she became upset. Indya was so focused on the messages until the familiar ringtone, signaling an incoming FaceTime from Isayah, came to her phone.  

When she answered the phone she could see he was outside somewhere. Seem like he was talking to someone beside before his focus turned to the phone. "What's up ma, you good?"

"I'm coo'" she was very short with him. Her attitude evident as he furrowed his brows together. She walked into the living room, propping the phone on the table before sitting on the couch. 

Isayah could sense her energy through the phone. "You sure? Yo' tone says otherwise" concern laced in his voice. 

"Who's Erica?" She didn't waste any time, crossing her arms waiting for an answer. 

Isayah scrunched up his eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face "What'chu talkin' about?"

She rolled her eyes before continuing to speak. "I won't ask again Isayah," she stated pointedly "who is Erica?"

He looked away briefly before looking down into the phone "I don't know what'chu talkin' bout Indy"

"So we're going down the route of acting like we're dumb" she nodded her head. She grabbed her phone off the table, going to the message thread. Once she pulled it up she sent all the messages and screen recordings to him. 

Isayah phone dinged from the other end. She watched his face as he read through the messages. He kissed his teeth, exiting out the thread. "Indya that's someone I used to deal with a long time ago. Haven't seen that girl in years"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Indya frowned. "You must take me as a dumb bitch if you think I'ma just let you sit here and lie to me when there's fucking proof!" she raised her voice. Getting more and more upset. 

"You just gon' believe her over what I'm tellin' you. I'm yo' man right?" Isayah voice rising with every word. 

"Are you my man though?" Indya lifted an eyebrow. She stared right back at him as he shot dagger through the screen. 

"Indya, stop fuckin' playin' with me. I told you I ain't seen that girl in years, the fuck you trippin' for?" Indya was token back from his words, before nodding her head.

"You know what since you wanna play dumb, I'll act fucking stupid. Go be with that bitch and stay the fuck away from me. You're single, fuck you!" Indya hung up before he could get another word in. She threw her phone down, before placing her head in her hands. She felt the tears that have been threatening to fall for a while. The constant ringing of her phone, as Isayah kept calling and texting, sounded throughout the living room. 

After a while, she wiped her eyes before grabbing her phone and blocking his number. Heading upstairs to sleep the night off. 

[Few Days Later]

Indya was out on a girl's day with her best friends, Sabrina and Tara. They got her out the house to take her mind off the fight she had a few days ago with Isayah. Refusing to let their friend to wallow in her feelings. 

They spent the day shopping, getting their nails done, and were currently at their favorite restaurant to have lunch. 

After placing their order with their server, Sabrina looked over at Indya. "We've been avoiding this conversation all day, but I think it's time to address it" Tara nodded knowing what Sabrina was getting into. "How are you feeling Indy?"

Indya sighed, throwing her head back slightly "I think I am just more mad at myself for continuing to keep taking him back."

"You can't be upset with yourself about that," Tara grabbed Indya's hand "It is not your fault that he can't grow up and see what an amazing woman he has and to treat you accordingly"

Sabrina nodded in agreement before adding in her two cents "You have been nothing but great towards him and will literally drop everything just to make sure he's ok. We all make mistakes but it's just how we learn from it"

Indya nodded. Taking in her best friends words. "It's just so hard because I really do love him." she sniffled a bit, wiping the tear that fell. 

"We understand girl," Tara sympathize with her best friend "but sometimes love isn't worth the hurt he's causing you" 

"What do you plan on doing now?" Sabrina asked as she leaned back in her chair. 

Indya sat in silence for a moment, she knew what she had to do. The decision didn't come so lightly "I'm done and forreal this time. I can't keep doing this"

"We your girls, we love you and will support you" Sabrina smiled grabbing her other hand. Tara nodding in agreement.

Indya blinked back more tears smiling at both her best friends. Truly appreciative of them. "Thanks I love y'all"

Soon the server brought over their food and the conversation shifted to something lighter. For the first time in a last few days Indya felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. Forgetting about the drama and enjoying the rest of the time with her best friends.

They paid the bill once they were done. Hopping into Sabrina's car, she started heading towards Indya's house. When the pulled up Indya sighed when she noticed Isayah's car in the driveway. 

He was back after being gone for a week due to having shows and appearances. Sabrina looked over at Indya, a certain look in her eye. "Do you need us to come in with you?"

Indya shook her head as she grabbed her keys out her purse "It's fine"

"You sure?" Tara leaned up from the front seat "We can just go in and beat his ass real quick and get your stuff"

Indya softly laughed at her friends "I promise I'll be fine. I'll text y'all"

"Ok," Sabrina said unsure "you better text us"

Indya promised she would text them as she got out, Tara taking her place in the passenger seat. She waved bye to them before walking up to the front door. She blew out a breathe before unlocking the door going inside. 

When she walked in Isayah was standing in the middle of the living room. She turned to the door locking it. 

"Where you been?" Isayah questioned, watching her every movement. Indya ignored him, throwing her keys in the bowl by the door. Walking right by him. He furrowed his eye brow as he watched her walk towards the stairs.

With quick movements he grabbed upper arm, making her turn towards him. "You hear me talkin' to you" 

"Unless you're here to admit to what the fuck you did, we don't have shit to talk about" she tried ripping her arm away from him. This caused him to grip tighter. 

"I keep telling' yo' ass that ain't shit happen between me and that girl" His frown deepened looking her dead in the eyes. 

"She literally sent me screenshots of y'all messages!" Indya felt her temper slowly increase the longer he held her arm. She was beginning to become frustrated.

"Her ass could've faked those messages and yo' goofy ass sitting here believin' them!" He raised his voice slightly. 

Indya widen her eyes in shock. In disbelief of what he said. She pushed on his chest, finally releasing herself from his grip. "Explain the pictures and videos of y'all on FaceTime then Isayah! Do you think I'm dumb?!"

"Indya tread lightly on how you speakin' to me. This is your warnin'" He squinted his eyes her direction. This only fueled the petty side of her. No longer caring how she was making him feel. 

"I don't give a fuck, you ain't scaring shit over here. You can go be with that bitch and y'all both can be hoes together!" She turned to go up the stairs, but before she could, she was pulled back. 

Isayah wrapped a hand around the based of her throat, pulled her close which made her look up his towering frame. She slightly shuddered at the the look in his eyes. His eyes going completely dark, a mix of anger and lust lingering inside them.

"I done let'chu get fly at the mouth one too many times. Now it's time for you to listen to me" Indya was getting upset with herself for just how quick she submits to him. Knowing that this was the issue in the ever ending cycle of their relationship. 

First their good, then she catches him cheating, he uses his manipulative ways, he dicks her down and then the cycle starts over. 

He could see the wheels turning in her head. Knowing she was going to try to resist he quickly scooped her up, making his way up the stairs to their shared room. 

He plopped her on the bed, hovering over her. Placing both hands on the sides of her head. He leaned down placing kisses along her neck and behind her ear. 

Indya didn't want to fall into the same old pattern again. She took her hands, pushing against his chest. "Isayah we can-" her breathe hitched as he sucked on the spot right below her ear. 

Surely leaving a mark, he took one of his hands trialing down her sides til he reached the hem of the shorts she was wearing. His hands found their way in, brushing against her wet folds. 

Indya softly moaned, arching more into his touch. He entered one finger in her, groaning at how wet and tight she was. He leaned up to look her in the eyes, entering another finger. Indya moaning out as he quickened his movements. 

"What were you sayin' baby?" Indya couldn't make up any coherent sentences, as her core tightened. "You want me to stop?" When he didn't get a response he slowed down "Do you want me to stop?" his voice deepened. Indya eyes popped open looking at him.

She whined as she moved her hips, desperate for any type of friction. Isayah took his other hand, placing them on her hips to still her movements. "No I don't want you to stop" completely submitting to him.

Satisfied with her answer he pulled her shorts and underwear off, leaving her lower half completely bare. He removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

He left wet kisses trailing down her chest and stomach til he was leveled with her intimate area. 

He skipped all the teasing, quickly latching on to her sensitive bundle on nerves, switching from flicking his tongue across it and slightly sucking on it. His fingers entered her once more. 

Indya loudly moaned at the double stimulation. She grabbed at the sheets on the bed, trying to ground herself. "F-fuck Isayah .. I'm cumming" 

Isayah sped up the strokes of his fingers. Hitting her spot continuously, Indya reaching her climax soon afterwards. 

Isayah sat up, cupping her chin with his hands "open up for me baby" Indya stuck out her tongue, knowing exactly what he wanted. He stuck his fingers in her mouth, letting her lick off all her juices off his fingers. Once she was done he brought her into a searing kiss, tasting her sweet essence. 

He pulled away looking her deep in her eyes. "Face down. Ass up. You better arch how I like it"  he stated in a commanding tone.

Indya wasted time doing exactly what he said. Arching her back just how he liked. Isayah let out a groan of approval, sending a smack to her backside. 

As Indya waiting in anticipation, she heard the soft sound of a zipper, as Isayah shredded the last bit of clothing, coming up right behind her. She felt Isayah glide the tip between her wet folds. 

He slowly pushed in, Indya moaning out as he stretched her out. He stilled for few moments to allow her time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight for me ma" 

Craving more, Indya moved her hips back. Isayah taking it as a sign, picking up his rhythm quickly. Indya screamed out as he practically fucked her into the bed. 

She brought her back against his abdomen, trying to slow him down. He quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning it against her back. "Ain't no running. You been talkin' yo' shit, talk it now" 

Indya couldn't think, her brain clouded by the immense pleasure he was giving her. 

"I-Isayah I can't!" she moaned out loud. Feeling that familiar burn in the pit of her stomach. 

"Shut the fuck up and take it. This what'chu wanted right" Indya moaned loudly, Isayah groaned as he felt her clench around his length. He knew she was getting close and stopped all movements causing Indya to whimper. "You don't get to cum til I tell you to"

Isayah grabbed her other arm, holding both in one hand. He rammed back into her, causing Indya to gasp loudly. Isayah's strokes were relentless. 

The only sounds throughout the room were their skin slapping together, "Fuck, look at'chu takin' it for daddy so well" He sent a smack to her backside, Indya moaning at the stinging sensation. 

"Baby I can't hold it," she let out a breathy moan, her climax being so close "I need to cum please" she begged desperately. 

Once again Isayah stopped his strokes abruptly, pulling out of her. He laid down, pulling her on top of him. "You want yo' nut, you gotta earn it" 

Indya straddled his waist, reaching back grabbing a whole of his length. She slowly slid down, both groaning at the contact. He took a hold of her hips, bringing her down more, engulfing all of him.  "S-shit"

Indya placed one hand on his chest as she slowly went up and down. She moaned at the new angle she was in. Isayah hitting a new spot. Indya threw her head back as she picked up the pace. 

"Who pussy is it" Isayah wrapped his hand around her throat "hmm, tell daddy who pussy this is"

Indya gasped, feeling that burn in the stomach "Fuck daddy it's yours"

She rotated her hips, earning a deep guttural groan from Isayah. "Fuck, you ain't leaving' me." He moaned out again, feeling his release brewing "Damn, you feel so good baby keep it right there." 

She smiled inwardly. Feeling a little motivated sped up her movement, the grip he had on her hips tightened. "Isayah I'm cumming" she whined out. 

Isayah felt her movements slow down, he sent another smack to her backside causing her to whimper. "Keep goin' and you better not fuckin' stop, daddy cummin' wit'chu" 

With his hands wrapped around her waist he assisted by moving her faster up and down. Indya let out a drawn out moan as she released.

Her released triggering Isayah's own, pulling her into a searing kiss as they both came down from their euphoric high. 

Indya woke up, feeling extremely groggy and sore from the events earlier. She groaned as she turned over, seeing Isayah still sleep. She heart feeling heavy, remembering everything that happened. 

She reached for her phone seeing she had multiple missed calls and messages from Sabrina and Tara. 

Bri🔥: Indya are you good? Bri🔥: I swear if something happened I will sliced tf out of that big ass Samoan idc Tara❤️: Girl you need to call us back. Tara❤️: Bri is going crazy over here. You better call soon or we're pulling up.

Indya quickly texted them both back, telling them that she was ok and that she would explain in a little bit. She noticed it was a quarter after midnight. She quickly but quietly got up, throwing her clothes from earlier back on. 

When she looked back at Isayah, she felt rage start to build inside of her. Many thoughts were going through her mind. Then an idea clicked. She acted quickly, going into the closet and started grabbing his clothes. 

She moved quietly, not wanting to wake him up. She walked outside going over to Isayah's Mercedes, stuffing the clothes in there. She repeated this process about 3 more times. She grabbed the keys, backing the car away from the house. 

She went back inside grabbing the bags she had already packed, putting them in her car. Turning towards Isaiah's car once more, she took a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it on. 

She hovered the flame over a piece of clothing til it caught the flame. Quickly spreading to other article of clothing. 

Indya stood there for a moment, staring at the flame. Feeling it burn away all the hurt Isayah has cause her, feeling a sense of calm. She was quickly token out of her trance when she heard noise come from the house. Knowing it was Isayah coming, she quickly got in her car, starting it. 

When she started backing up she saw him run out the house with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He saw his car in-flamed, his eyes widening in shock and rage "Indya what the fuck?!"

"Have fun with that bitch!" She quickly pulled off as he tried running towards the car. 

Indya couldn't help but laugh but also cry as she felt the overwhelming feeling of freedom and her shoulders feeling lighter. 

She didn't know how she did it but she found herself pulling in to Sabrina's house. Grabbing her things, she walked up the short walk way, knocking on the door. 

The wait wasn't long, as Sabrina quickly opened up the door, staring at her friend. Eyes drifting to the bags beside her. Without saying a word she grabbed a bag, leading Indya in the house and to the guest bedroom. 

She turned towards Indya, stood in the middle of the room. Silently crying. She brought her into hug as Indya began sobbing on her shoulder. 

"I am here for you. I am so proud of you, finally choosing yourself" She let her cry on her shoulder for a while til she stopped. She pulled out the hug, wiping her friend's tears. "Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning" leaving the room. 

Indya sighed, going into one of the bags, changing into a pajama set. She crawled in the bed, engulfing herself with the pillows and blankets, sleep finding her quickly. 

[thatssonanii]

First Chapter of 2024!!

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After the winner is posted... I'll go in order of 2nd place, 3rd place, etc.!

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[In case yall needed visuals]

[cloveroctobers]

| PART IV! |

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 🎶

Here you’ll find all winter works during this magical season 🎁🦌❄️🥶

[PROMPTS…!]

b*tch who stole Christmas ~ Jimmy Holiday (Rez Ball)

santa doesn’t know you like i do ~ [Multi] JJ Maybank, Cleo Anderson, & Barry (OBX)

one of these ~ Alex Cross (Cross —Amazon series)

string of lights ~ Armando Aretas (Bad Boys franchise)

wishlist ~ Luca (The Bear)

let it snow ~ Terry Richmond (Rebel Ridge)

so yeah ~ Roman Reigns (WWE)

streetivities ~ Dante Torres (Chicago PD)

starting to get to you ~ Paul Cho (Beef)

access all areas ~ Zilla Fatu (ROW)

rust ~ Bode Leone (Fire Country)

open hearts ~ Manny (Mayans MC)

[WINTER WORKS!]

1. Slippin’ — Dante Torres + part of “killing me,” series (Chicago PD)

2. Memory game — Dante Torres + part ii. To Slippin’ (Chicago PD)

[4milly]

why can i imagine zilla doing a sex tape.😭

18+

“yea, baby lemme see…” he sighed as he moved the old VHS camera over your face, urging you to stick your tongue out to the lens and show tonight’s events.

his un-swallowed cum laid in a pool on your tongue as his dick rested on your chin—you cheeks stained with tears. “y’doin so good fa me tonight, ma. took it all in that pretty mouth. i knew you could do it.”

zilla eased his dick back onto your tongue rolling his cum around, pushing all the way towards the back of your throat. you let out gagging noises as he held his dick there—tears forming once again in your eyes.

although the didn’t intend on overusing your throat, he moved in and out of your mouth for a few strokes before pulling out with a pop. you close your mouth and take a large gulp as he moved from sitting on your chest, to between your thighs.

“open them legs, baby. yea, wet ass fuck, bae. open her up for me.”

you moved your hands to your pussy spreading it open, as he zoomed in on the camera towards your hole leaking it’s arousal onto the bed. he moved a thumb to your clit, rubbing in circles causing squelching noises to bounce off the wall.

“pretty ass pussy. you want daddy fuck you? hm?”

you nodded and let out a small “yes.” which was more of a plea for him to stick his fat dick into you and take away the ache that was now forming, “speak up,” zilla’s voice hardened as the camera was once again in your face—his thumb still moving on your clit.

“yes!” you make eye contact with the camera “I want you to fuck me, z. please, fuck me, baby.”

“I always take care of my, baby. give her what she want.” you widened your legs making space for him to move between. sitting on his heels, he slapped his thick angry red mushroom tip onto your clit before pushing into your pussy whole. it beginning to stretch to accommodate his size and thickness. “play with that clit fa’ me. she want some attention.”

you rubbed slow circles on your clit. his dick lodged tightly into your pussy. the flashlight pointing directly at the connection, his attention completely focused on the small rectangular part; making sure every moment was captured.

he let a glob of spit fall before speeding up. your broken moans being captured at the stimulation from your clit, him fucking you, and brushing against that spongy spot inside of you. each thrust causing your pussy to futter and jump around him. you let out a string of whines; spreading your legs towards your chest. the new position creating a more snug fit.

“ohhh fuckk. gonna cum in you, baby. fill this pretty pussy with my cum. you want that, mama? have you leaking wit’ me?”

your pants growing louder as zilla stopped thrusting and swiveled his hips in a sensual motion making your eyes roll in the back of your head. prolonging yourself from releasing, so sweetly.

“let go, ma. cum on your dick.” zilla zoomed in to watch your pussy spasm on his dick. the sight of it jumping having him bite his lip. your orgasm triggering his own release, his cum spraying inside of you. he waited a minute before pulling out and zoomin in further. he spread your lips, watching his cum dribble out of you.

“we ain’t done yet, turn over baby. put that pussy in the air. y’know the drill.”

[acknowledge-reigns]

Hii everyone! I will be posting Kinktober fics every Monday, Tuesday and Friday during the month of October!! 13 new smut stories will be released coinciding with the airing of RAW, NXT and SmackDown basically. Featured wrestlers will include Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Rhea Ripley (Jhea specifically), Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Solo Sikoa, Zilla Fatu and Jacob Fatu. Happy Kinktober, Y'all.

🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭🎃🍬🦇🍭

MDNI!! 18+!!!

Masterlist/Schedule below the cut!

Day #1 - Thigh Riding, Roman Reigns. (10/1)

🎃 Work

Day #2 - Orgasm Denial, Jey Uso. (10/4)

🎃 Body Say

Day #3 - Pussy Slapping, Zilla Fatu. (10/7)

🎃 Freakend

Day #4 - Human Furniture, Roman Reigns. (10/8)

🎃 Positions

Day #5 - Lap Dance, Jimmy Uso. (10/11)

🎃 Versace On The Floor

Day #6 - Ass Worship, Naomi. (10/14)

🎃 Slumber Party

Day #7 - Nipple Clamps, Solo Sikoa. (10/15)

🎃 Sweetest Pie

Day #8 - Breeding & Marking, Jacob Fatu. (10/18)

🎃 Animals

Day #9 - Collaring, Roman Reigns. (10/21)

🎃 Hrs & Hrs

Day #10 - Bondage, Jey Uso & Rhea Ripley. (10/22)

🎃 Made For Me

Day #11 - Sex Toys, Roman Reigns. (10/25)

🎃 Everyday

Day #12 - Brat Taming, Roman Reigns. (10/28)

🎃 Dangerous Woman

Day #13 - Costumes & Roleplay, Roman Reigns. (10/29)

🎃 Trick Or Treat

Happy Halloween 🦇

[acknowledge-reigns]

Freakend | Zilla Fatu x Black!Fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #3: Pussy Slapping

"We been fuckin' all weekend, I'm surviving off of your semen (yeah, yeah, ah)

My attitude gettin' bad, think I need to be fucked good..." 🎶

Description: Serenity decides to test Zilla.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Pussy Slapping, Praise, Dom/sub dynamic, Bratting, Edging, Degradation, Oral (Fem Receiving), fingering.

Face Claim: Tyla

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

MDNI!! 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT.

My fics are about Zilla, not Isayah!

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Zilla walked into the room having just gotten out of the shower, a smirk on his face as he saw Serenity waiting for him completely naked and on her knees. The pair had been on the road most of the summer wrestling all over the Indies only just now taking a breather. Home. They'd been together about a year and had just gotten an apartment together. The plan was to spend the weekend fucking and binging horror movies.

"Oh, so you ready to play, huh babygirl?" he asked, his voice low and dominant.

Serenity looked up at Zilla with a mixture of submission and excitement in her eyes. She nodded, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied, her voice soft and submissive. "I'm ready to play."

Zilla chuckled, his eyes roaming over Serenity's body as he walked closer to her. He stopped in front of her, towering over her.

"Good girl," he said, "You know what I like, don't you? You know how to please your Daddy... Face down, ass up."

Serenity obeyed, quickly getting into position on the bed, her face pressed into the sheets and her ass up in the air. She was completely exposed to Zilla, her body trembling with anticipation.

Zilla climbed onto the bed behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He ran his fingers over her ass, appreciating the smoothness of her skin.

"Shit.. You look so good like this, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "All mine to do whatever I want with.."

Serenity couldn't help but feel a little sassy. She wiggled her ass, looking back at Zilla with a smirk on her face.

"You gonna just stand there and admire the view, or you gonna do something?" she asked, her tone playful and bratty.

Zilla raised an eyebrow at Serenity's sassy comment, a smirk spreading across his face. He loved it when she got bratty.

"Oh, you think you being cute, huh?" he said, his grip on her hips tightening. "You want me to do sumn'? Bet, I'ma show you what happens when you get mouthy with me."

Serenity couldn't help but grin, her heart racing with excitement. She knew she was pushing her luck, but she loved the thrill of seeing how far she could go with Zilla.

"You gonna punish me, Daddy?" she asked, her voice still playful. "Is that what you're gonna do?"

Zilla swiftly repositioned Serenity, rolling her over onto her back and pinning her arms above her head with one hand. He straddled her, his muscular body still glistening from the shower.

Zilla spread Serenity's legs wide, exposing her completely to him. He looked down at her, his gaze intense.

"Keep these legs open," he commanded, his voice firm. "Or yo' ass ain't cumming tonight"

Serenity shivered at Zilla's words, her body already aching with need. She nodded, her eyes locked on his as she kept her legs spread wide open for him.

Zilla leaned down, his mouth hovering just above Serenity's pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he could see how wet she was for him. He took a moment to tease her, blowing softly on her clit.

"You want me to eat this pussy, babygirl?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "You want Daddy to make you feel good?"

Serenity whimpered, her hips bucking up involuntarily. "Yes, Daddy," she breathed, her voice shaking with desire. "Please, I need you to eat my pussy. I need to feel your mouth on me."

Zilla smirked, satisfied with Serenity's response. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin. He moved closer to her pussy, his breath hot against her skin.

"You taste so good, babygirl," he murmured, before finally diving in and running his tongue along her slit.

Serenity moaned loudly as Zilla's tongue worked its magic on her. He lapped at her clit, alternating between slow, lazy strokes and quick flicks of his tongue. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, and he knew she was already close to the edge.

Zilla pulled away from Serenity's pussy, his hand coming down on it with a wet slap.

"That's for being a brat," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "But I think you liked it, didn't you? You like it when Daddy spanks your pussy, don't you? fuckin' slut."

Serenity gasped at the sting of the slap, her body arching up off the bed. She couldn't deny the pleasure that shot through her at Zilla's rough treatment.

Zilla raised his hand again, ready to deliver another slap to get wet needy pussy, but she quickly and instinctively closed her legs, trying to protect herself.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing as he roughly forced her legs apart. "Hell nah. Open them legs back up."

"Sorry, Daddy!" She whimpered.

Zilla smirked, satisfied with Serenity's apology. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.

"You gon' keep your legs open, no matter what. Understand?" he growled

He slapped her pussy again, harder this time, before sliding two fingers inside her. "Who owns this pussy?"

Serenity cried out as Zilla's fingers slid inside her, her body clenching around them. She looked up at him with a mixture of submission and desire in her eyes.

"You do, Daddy," she gasped. "You own my pussy. It's all yours."

Zilla smirked as he continued playing with her, his fingers pumping in and out of her with a rough, steady rhythm. He could feel her walls clenching around him, and he knew she was getting close.

"That's right, babygirl," he growled. "Cum for Daddy. Let me feel you cum all over my hand."

Serenity moaned loudly as she came, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched tightly around Zilla's fingers, her juices coating his hand as she rode out her orgasm.

"Oh, Daddy," she panted, her voice shaky. as he licked her juices from his fingers as if it were his favorite dessert. "That was amazing."

"Was I too rough with you, baby?" He questioned as he pulled her into his arms holding her close.

"You were perfect" Serenity said.

[4milly]

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You Were A Dream (Manipulative! Zilla Fatu X Black Reader)

CW: 18+ minors DNI, unprotected p in v, alcohol, don’t expect him to be there in the morning, manipulation, praise, choking (slight), begging, deja vu, dirty talk, he talks you through it, plot twist

Word Count: 6.3k+

Can't you tell I'm desperate? Can't you tell I'm cheap?

You don't gotta love me, we don't have to speak

I'll see you in the morning if you gotta leave

I'll see you when I see you

Like you were a dream

It could've been a dream (ooh)

Your hand brushed over the empty covers next to you, the warmth of his body still lingering in the sheets. The memories of last night…and the the early hours before that all came flooding in. You slept with him. You really slept with Zilla Fatu. It felt like a bad dream now, like you’d crossed some line you couldn’t come back from. You knew it wasn’t right. You were suppose to be careful, heed the warnings your friends told you, that he wasn’t shit and he wasn’t gonna be there when you woke up. But you didn’t listen or heed their warnings. You had to go find out for yourself.

At first, you didn’t feel nothin’, just numb. But then the guilt started creeping in, slow and steady, like a shadow that wouldn’t leave. The silence around you felt like the four walls of a padded cell. The kind you get locked in when you make a mistake you can’t undo. And that was the reality of the situation you were in right now.

Your thoughts drifted back to Thursday night, to that moment when everything changed. You remember walking into the club, feeling the bass pulse through your chest, the flashing lights dancing off every surface. But none of that mattered when your eyes landed on him. He was across the room, standing in VIP, looking like he just stepped out of a damn music video. Face tattoos, arm sleeves, the whole look. He had that don’t fuck with me aura, like you could see the danger radiating off him. His expression was hard, cold, mean, like he was looking through everybody in the room. Every time he cracked a smile, it didn’t last too long, like he didn’t even really want to be bothered. His eyes, though? Dark, possessive, like he knew exactly what he wanted—and possibly who he wanted. And damn, did that make you want him even more.

Something in the back of your mind told you to stop looking at him. Told you to look away before your legs betrayed you and took you right over there. But that wasn’t happening. You knew it, and deep down, he knew it too.

You’d always been into bad boys, the type your mama warned you about. Every time, they pulled you in, they hurt you. But that didn’t stop the chase, it’s like they were addictive because that was the only type of love you ever knew. Granted, that wasn’t gonna stop this time either. Zilla? He was the perfect type: light skin, tattoos, rough around the edges, but with that look that made you wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed up against you. And that frown, that permanent look of irritation? You wanted to see what it would take to make him crack a real smile.

“Girl, who the hell you starin’ at?” Jasmine’s voice broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. You glanced at her, then Serenity, who was already side-eyeing you.

“I know damn well you ain’t staring at who I think you staring at,” Serenity said, her voice dropping low like she was warning you. “Girl, that nigga ain’t nothin’ but trouble. You know that, right?”

But you couldn’t help it. That man was fine as hell, and fine didn’t always mean trouble…right? You wasn’t tryna hear that.

“Girl, you trippin’,” you said, but your eyes were still glued to him. He was now leanin’ back on the love seat in the VIP section, legs spread just enough to make you imagine what he’d look like when he finally took his clothes off. His black jeans were ripped just right, showing off a little bit of skin, while his white Air Force 1s popped against the darkness of the club. And that hand, the one with the tattoos? That hand was resting on his thigh like it belonged there. You couldn’t stop looking at it. That hand could grip your body just the same, and you wouldn’t say a word other than unholy sounds that would leave your lips. His silver grills gleamed when he parted his lips to take a shot of tequila, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed had you ready to lose it.

“Jesus Christ, I swear that nigga gotta be heaven sent.” You didn’t even mean to say it out loud, but damn.

“Girl, fine don’t always mean good,” Serenity warned, shaking her head like she had seen this a million times. “I heard bitches talkin’—that nigga got hoes all around him, and he don’t care ‘bout nobody’s feelings. He just good in bed, that’s it. But you? You a lover girl, Y/N. Men like him? They feed off that. He’ll look at you one time, and before you even know it, you’ll be down bad, wrapped up in all his mess. And he ain’t on no love shit. He just gon’ have you out here lookin’ dumb.”

Jasmine nodded, agreeing with every word Serenity was sayin’. “Exactly. He’ll look at you and know he got you. You won’t even be able to help it. That nigga gon’ have you in a puddle, and once he’s done with you, it’s gon’ be next.”

You rolled your eyes, but part of you wasn’t even mad because they were right….weren’t they? But what if… what if this time it was different?

You couldn’t shake it. “What if y’all trippin’ though? What if he ain’t like that, f’real? I mean, yeah, he look like trouble, but damn… he look fine as hell.”

“Fine don’t always mean good, girl. Look, he good for a couple of rounds in the sheets, but you ain’t gon’ get nothin’ else. You ain’t getting no text back, no I love you, none of that. You better stop starin’ and let’s go get another drink before you get caught up,” Serenity said, already turning toward the bar.

But you couldn’t look away. Your mind was made up. You was gon’ talk to him, no matter what they said. As they walked away, his eyes briefly looked up from his phone before they immediately connected with yours. He got you. “Girl!”Jasmine called before grabbing your hand leading you over to the bar with them, but you couldn’t stop looking back at him….damn those eyes.

As you three made it over to the bar and settled down, you ordered a sex on the beach but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you. I need to talk to him before the night is over. You truthfully had your eye on Zilla for a while, y’all stayed in the same city and you seen him around but you were always too shy to walk up to him and just when you thought you would, your friends held you back knowing how he was. Jasmine was talking about her crush from earlier in the night, but you were barely listening. All you could think about was him.

But he kept thinking about you too ever since his eyes locked on yours…and your body. As Zilla kept his eyes fixed on your figure as you faded from his view, his cousins on the other side of the booth were still talking amongst themselves, but the whole room felt like it paused for a moment. Jacob ended up elbowing Zilla, nodding his head in your direction. “Ayo, Zilla, you gon’ make that move or what?” His words were teasing, but the undertone was clear: they were watching, waiting to see what he was bout to do.

Zilla smirked, glancing over at his cousin before he turned back to your direction. “We’ll see,” he said, his eyes scanning in your direction like he was searching for something.

Meanwhile, you and your girls had settled into the bar, the music still thumping through the speakers, but it felt like the world had narrowed down to just you and him. You couldn’t shake the way Zilla’s eyes stayed on you from across the room, the heat of his stare like it was burning a hole right through you. It wasn’t just a glance, no, it was possessive. You could feel him trying to claim you without even speaking a word, and that shit had you feinin’.

“Can you hear me, Y/N?” Jasmine asked, snapping her fingers in front of your face, her voice sharp like she was trying to pull you back to earth.

“Huh?” You blinked, pulling your eyes away from the drink in front of you, shaking yourself out of the daze.

“I said, you trippin’.” Jasmine laughed, nudging you. “What’s up with you? You been staring off into space like you on another planet. You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you lied, turning your attention back to the bar. You weren’t paying attention to her, though. You were still thinking about him, still feeling that damn look of his. You couldn’t help it. You had to talk to him.

“I swear, Y/N, you always do this,” Serenity teased. “Every time a you see a fine ass man you get all shy and shit like you don’t know how to approach him. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know what you talkin’ about.” You didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to feel the heat rise in your chest. Yeah, you were shy around men sometimes—especially the ones who looked like Zilla—but you could already feel that pride welling up. This time, you told yourself. I’m gon’ do it.

Jasmine and Serenity went back to having a conversation being busy talking about some dude who had tried to holla at them earlier in the night, but you weren’t listening. You barely heard them at all as your gaze drifted back to where Zilla was sitting in the VIP, surrounded by a couple of women and some of his cousins you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t see his face too clearly from where you were, but you knew he was watching you. He was always watching, and the more you caught his eye, the more you felt that pull. It was like a magnet, drawing you in with every second that passed.

“Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than anyone else.

“What?” Serenity raised an eyebrow, clearly catching your words.

You stood up suddenly, the decision already made in your mind. “I’m gonna talk to him.” The bass of the club reverberated through your chest as you stood, feeling that sudden surge of energy. You weren’t just gonna let this chance slip by. You couldn’t. You’d been watching Zilla for too long, and tonight, you were gonna finally do something about it.

Before either of your friends could stop you, you were moving, the crowd parting just enough for you to slip through. You could feel the eyes of your friends on your back, but the pull was stronger than their warnings. You were already too close to turn back now, you couldn’t. Not when he was so close, not when you knew that tonight, something would shift. You’d been eyeing Zilla for months now, seeing him around the city here and there, but every time you’d thought about stepping up to him, your friends had pulled you back. They warned you about him. They told you how he was. He ain’t shit, they said. He’ll have you looking crazy, they warned. But right now, that didn’t matter.

You were already at the edge of the VIP section before you even realized you’d gotten that far. Zilla was sitting back, laughing at something one of the guys was saying. As you neared the VIP, you couldn’t help but notice the way the women surrounding Zilla looked you up and down. They were clearly sizing you up, whispering under their breath, their expressions guarded and a little too judgmental for your liking. One of them, a light-skinned woman with a slick ponytail, shot you a quick glare, her lips curving into a tight, almost condescending smile as she sipped her glass of wine.

But none of that mattered. Zilla was still in the back, lounging like he owned the place, surrounded by his cousins and a couple of other folks who didn’t seem to mind their conversation getting interrupted. They were laughing, tossing back drinks, and talking about some bullshit you couldn’t hear from where you stood, but the moment you stepped closer, you saw their eyes flick to you.

Zilla’s cousin, a tall, broad-shouldered dude with gold chains, black and red ombre dreads, and a deep baritone, shot a quick glance at his cousin, then back at you. It was Jacob. Zilla looked at him briefly, his expression unreadable, but you could feel the shift. Something about the way his cousin nudged him, the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips, made it clear: they were watching you. And not in the way you were hoping.

Zilla didn’t say anything right away, his eyes still trailing your movements. Then, almost as if on cue, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark and steady, and gave you a small but unmistakable nod. That was all it took. You stepped closer, your heart racing like a drum in your chest.

“Yo, what’s good?” You stood in front of him, trying to sound casual, but even you could hear the breathiness in your voice.

Zilla looked you up and down, his gaze slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every inch of you. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied you with that same unreadable expression, before finally speaking up. “What’s good witchu, baby girl?” his voice was smooth as hell, low and gravelly, like he’d been waiting for you. The moment he spoke, you felt the world narrow down to just the two of you. “I been seein’ you lookin’ from across the room. Thought you was gon’ make your way over here sooner or later. You a bold one huh?” He said it casually, like he was in control of everything around him, but rather than that turning you off and pushing you away, it only made you want to keep the conversation going longer.

You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or a challenge, but something about the way he said it made you feel like you’d already lost the game before you even played. You didn’t even know how to respond at first. You just stood there for a second, watching him—his grin, the way his grill caught the light when he spoke, the tattoos on his neck and hands making him look even more dangerous. “Maybe I just needed the right moment,” you replied, your voice steady, even though inside, your heart was racing.

Immediately, the atmosphere shifted. The women who had been eyeing you before glanced at each other, but Zilla’s cousins just chuckled under their breath, exchanging quick looks like they were used to this. They knew how their cousin was—how he played the game.

Zilla chuckled, his lips curving into something that felt almost like a warning. “Right moment, huh? Well, it’s your lucky night, then ma. What’s your name, though?” he asked, his voice sliding from smooth to damn near seductive, like he was waiting for you to fall into the trap.

“Y/N,” you said, trying to sound confident, but you could feel your palms sweating.

“Y/N,” he repeated, the way he said it making your name sound like a secret only he should know. “Nice to finally meet you, baby.”

He looked at the girl next to him before nodding his head to the side suggesting for her to make room for you before patting the seat next to him, his eyes never leaving yours. As the girl reluctantly moved, you felt a rush of heat flood your body the moment you sat down. You didn’t hesitate; you slid in next to him, close enough that you could feel the heat from his body.

The moment you sat down, Zilla leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “You really think you ready for me, huh?” His voice was low, teasing, like he knew something you didn’t.

You didn’t answer right away, but you could feel the tension between the two of you growing thicker. Every second that passed, you felt more drawn to him, more caught up in the way he looked at you, the way his body seemed to be calling you in.

Zilla’s hand slid casually onto the back of your back, your short dress having your skin exposed behind it as his fingers brushed over it while he leaned back, studying you. “You shy ain’t you” he started, his voice dropping even lower, “I can get that outta you though ma” he really didn’t care or have any shame especially since the girls in the section started to either distance themselves from Zilla or leave because they wanted his attention just as much as you did, and right now you were the main one getting it.

You swallowed hard, barely able to think straight under his intense gaze. The club felt like it was fading away, the music and voices blurring. It was just the two of you now, the air heavy with something neither of you could name.

Before you could respond, you could feel your girls watching you from a distance. Jasmine was side-eyeing you hard, clearly giving you that don’t you dare look, while Serenity was in the middle of shaking her head, mouthing, Girl, no.

“Life about risks, you tryna take one tonight?” He whispered in your ear, his hands still training down your back, giving you that primal look as his silver grills slipped in front of his bottom lip as he stared at your frame.

“Maybe I am, what you tryna do?”

“I’m tryna do a lot, don’t play wimme. I got my SUV parked out front right now and we can get innit, jus you an me.” He said as his hand slowly sliding up and down your thigh.

Those words could be a trap and you would fall right for it because it was him you were talking to. You gave a last glance to your friends before his finger guided your chin back to him where you ended up staring into his eyes again. “They ain’t stop you from coming over here did they?”

“Well they tried…but-“

“But you over here. You can go right to ‘em if you want, but by the way you starin’ you know that’s not whatchu wanna do.” Zilla commented before he stood up, and as he did, he offered his tatted hand to you. The movement was deliberate, slow, but you were so drawn into him. How he looked, how good he smelled, how he talked….everything.

“I’ll take you anywhere you tryna go ma. You comin’?” He raised an eyebrow, that same cocky smirk on his lips. But there was something in his eyes—a challenge, a promise—that made your heart skip.

You hesitated for only a second. Your friends were already giving you the death stare, but you ignored it. You couldn’t turn back now. Not with him standing in front of you like that, looking like he was ready to take over your entire night.

You took his hand.

“Let’s go.”

From here, Zilla would lead you through the crowd toward the black SUV, the anticipation in the air thickening with every step.

Upon entering the car and crawling in the backseat with Zilla the air immediately became tense but with the slam of that door, your position beside him became solidified. “Uhm….” You started off not really knowing what to say, you became so awkward around him it wasn’t even funny. In the club it was just the two of you sure but you were surrounded by people in a public atmosphere, but now was different. You were in the car, just the two of you, it was much more private.

“I can tell you not good with words ma, that’s why actions way better than that” he said as his hand found its way to your face cupping it before leaning over and crashing his lips against yours. You immediately responded, your lips blended with his as your hands found their way to his shoulders, your French tips glaring in the light as did so.

He was on the left side and you were on the right, the fire between you two getting hotter and hotter as your make out session grew heavy. His tongue slide around yours, and yours did the same, the taste of saliva, tequila, sex on the beach, and Hennessy mixing together. You were tipsy but you were well aware of what you wanted and he was sitting right across from you literally devouring you.

His hand moved from your face to around your throat causing a moan to slip from you, if it was one thing you really fantasized about, it was his hand around your throat as a way of taking ownership of you. Being the curious woman you were, you trailed your nails down his arms, then to his his jeans, deliberately rubbing your hands over the rips and the seams, the fabric having a slight resistance to your skin before eventually stopping right in the middle. You slowly pulled away from the kiss before giving him a soft gently rub before suddenly pressing down feeling the outline of his dick through the jeans earning a growl from him in response.

“Easy…Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish ma” he said before tightening his hold around your throat prompting you to bite your lip.

“Then let’s finish this in the hotel room” you said looking at him with pleading eyes causing him to slowly let go of your throat. “Ight, finna have yo ass screamin' f'real.”

And that he did because with the swipe of his keycard, there wasn’t much talking anymore other than the sounds of you being shoved against his hotel wall along with his belt being unbuckled. You fumbled with it a bit before getting it off while his tongue was attached to yours. God this was addicting, so addicting that you two literally didn’t care about tearing or ripping any seams in the clothing you wore, you both just wanted them off.

The only time you two broke the kiss was when you had to pull his shirt over his head and your dress over yours. The floor became littered with fabric as the white sheets became wrinkled with the weight of both your bodies. Your hands were all over him just as much as his were all over you. Your nails floated through his hair as the metallic taste of his grills had your hips bucked against his length. The after taste of alcohol still lingering in between make out sessions but with how wet you were with anticipation, none of that mattered.

While your legs were wrapped around his waist, you suddenly shifted your weight to where he was now under you which took him by surprise but that look quickly turned into one of amusement as his hands grabbed onto your waist. You didn’t want to waste any time with any sort of foreplay because as good as he was with teasing you at the club, you wanted him that damn bad. You were desperate for it and you got it. You quickly salivated into your hand curling it into a bowl shape before grabbing Zilla’s dick and covering the 8 in a half inch muscle with saliva. “Oh you just don’t care huh?” You looked at him, only flashing a smile before sliding his length into you. You didn’t even think about condoms, what if he was only using you, that he was bad news, because that dick definitely wasn’t. Your walls immediately began to expand upon contact as your hands found there way on his tatted chest, his breath hitched upon getting a grasp of the new feeling. “God damn ma, that pussy eating me up f’real” he said watching as your body slowly sunk down until your hips met his.

The way he spoke to you activated your movements as your hips began to grind against his causing his dick to massage your inner walls as well as your folds. It was a feeling that would have you disregarding anything your friends told you or what anybody thought about it. He could’ve been an asshole, but the way he was stretching your pussy right now made those thoughts disappear. You could think logically later but right now, having his dick inside you was the best feeling in the word. You were really awkward at first but now that y’all were intimate, the eye contact you made with him while riding him faster, your hip movements increasing, was enough to let you know that you had control of the situation right now. The way he looked up at you praising you, you felt so rewarded. You were being praised by the man that you had your eye on for months and it felt so good to get that recognition, even if it meant you had to be in his bed to do it.

Those grills appeared again as he bite his lips, his hands moving over to your ass giving it a hard SMACK. A loud moan erupted from you before you started rotating your hips in circles as the man below you praised you every step of the way. “You look so good ridin’ me, slam on that shit again babygirl” he commanded and you did. You went from rotating your hips and giving him a show to straight up bouncing on him, your hips once again meeting his. The sounds of skin slapping and the smell of sex began to join the moans and groans that filled the air from the both of you as he slammed his palm onto your ass again harder this time causing that part of your skin to turn red. SMACK. Ugh, you could never get enough of his sadistic nature because it matched just how much of a masochist you were.

The sounds of the bed squeaking below became drowned out by how much louder the moans got especially when the tip of his dick met that spot. “Found that spot huh” he teased before seeing you shift. “Hell nah, you not goin nowhere. None of that runnin’ shit”he said as he wrapped his hand around your waist starting to purposely target that same spot that drove you mad. You were a moaning mess because of how quickly you felt that knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.

“Y-Yes! Oh my f-fucking g-god!” You screamed out as he kept hitting that spot. “Nailing yo shit huh? Yeahh look at you, can’t even tell me you finna cream on my shit can you? Uh huh” and he was right you couldn’t. Because the more he moved, the more the knot in your stomach worsened. But with him, he wanted that because he made it a point to purposely keep hitting your g spot over and over again until you eventually crumbled, your body trembling as your juices ran down his length. “F-Fuck! Ughhaaann!!” You screamed as your head fell onto his chest for a minute before pushing yourself back up. “Hell nah we ain’t finished yet, ma. Told you we was gon’ fix that shy shit” he muttered, his voice having a hint of seriousness behind it. You loved it when he talked to you like that, despite creaming all over him just now that only turned you on even more.

And you got it because after flipping you over to missionary position, he was at it again causing more wrinkles forming in the sheets and the pillows. Your legs wrapped around his waist just like they did when you first got in here as he started nailing you again and again. You had just came but him and the dick he had between his legs didn’t care about none of that because he wanted you to do that again. He loved seeing your eyes roll in the back of your head, your nails forming crescent shaped marks around his tatted arms as if it was a pathetic plea, and how your breasts would move up and down at the motion.

“Keep clenchin’ on me like that babygirl and imma nut in this pussy f’real” he warned but you couldn’t help it. He just felt too good and your pussy was aching to have another release. As his dick kept pushing in and out of you, your moans were turning into gasps due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving from him. Your body was trembling and you just wanted him closer and while it probably wasn’t a good idea, you wanted his white seed anyway. Your arms found their way around his neck as you pulled him into you for another desperate make out session which you received.

Your hips bucked upward as you clenched around him again….and again, while your tongue was too busy playing with his. But you felt another orgasm approaching and judging by the soft twitch of his dick you felt, he was close too. Upon feeling this, one of your hands found their way behind his head as another one found its way onto his chest. You gave him that look, the one where you begged and got whatever you wanted. “I w-want you to n-nut in me, nut in this pussy please! Ughnnn yes daddy!!” You said before throwing your head back feeling his cock brush over your g-spot again. “That’s what you want f’real? Huh? Imma give it to you and you gon’ take it too” he muttered as he rolled his hips against yours causing your legs to tremble and your hips to buck up as gasps came from you as you felt yourself let go again all over his dick covering it again in your juices, your head thrown back. A low grunt left his lips along with a string of curse words as he grabbed your hips and held them in that position, releasing his seed inside of you without thinking twice. Both of you panted, but mostly you because knowing him, he could go all night long. You didn’t mind it, in fact…one more round couldn’t hurt.

The next morning, you woke up slowly, the sun creeping in through the blinds, feeling like you had just gone to sleep only moments ago. The sheets felt warm around you, the scent of the room thick with a lingering smell of perfume, cologne, and something more intimate you couldn’t quite place. You shifted, your mind still hazy, trying to recall the events of last night.

Then it hit you.

The night. Zilla.

You quickly shot up in bed, your body stiff with realization. Your heart raced as you ran your hand through your hair, but when you looked around, everything felt…off. The room wasn’t familiar—too clean, too neat. A strange, almost haunting feeling crept through you, like déjà vu was pulling at your mind.

You glanced over at the empty spot next to you. He wasn’t there. Of course, he wasn’t. He never was,…right?

But the ache of the night before still felt raw. You had been with him. You had actually been with Zilla Fatu. The memory of his hands on you, his lips against yours, his body pressed up against you—it was all still vivid, but there was this sense of loss that made you feel like you were waking up from a dream. A dream you had already lived.

As you were trying to process everything, a ringing sound broke through your thoughts, your phone buzzing loudly on the nightstand. You grabbed it, looking at the screen and seeing Jasmine’s name flash.

You answered quickly, hoping she could ground you, maybe explain what had happened.

“Hello?”

“Girl, you ready for tonight?” Jasmine’s voice was upbeat, but there was a small chuckle in it that you couldn’t quite place. “Me, you, and Serenity gon’ hit the club later. Same spot as last time. I already know we ’bout to shut shit down, huh?”

You stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, attempting to gather your thoughts. The club.

You hadn't been to the club in—wait. No, that couldn’t be right. You had just been there… last night. Right?

The déjà vu hit you again, heavy and overwhelming, pulling you back into that haunting, familiar memory. The same club, the same lights, the same music, the same people. You swore you’d already lived this moment, like the world had reset itself and you were being given a second chance.

“Uh…yeah,” you finally muttered, your voice sounding a little distant even to yourself. “I’ll…I’ll getting ready at 6.” What the fuck is even happening….you felt him inside of you quite literally…how the hell.

“Bet. I’ll pick you up at 5:45. Don’t be late this time!” Jasmine laughed on the other end, but her laughter only sounded more distant, like the echo of something that had already happened. You hung up, your mind still racing as the reality of what you had just experienced started to sink in.

You shook your head, trying to snap yourself out of it. Maybe you were just being dramatic. You definitely weren’t gonna let this mess with your plans tonight. You’d go out, hang with your girls, have a good time. Maybe Zilla wouldn’t even be there this time.

It was 12 in the afternoon right now so you had some time to gather your thoughts, decompress, and even order room service to just overall clear your head space.

As you sat around, you ended up scrolling on Zilla’s Instagram page but you didn’t see anything about him out and about but, he was also pretty private other than maybe uploading one or two clips while he’s currently somewhere living it up. That wasn’t the case this time, while you didn’t wanna get your hopes up that he wasn’t in fact going to be there, that dream you had found its way back into your mind. Before you know it, it was 3:00 which prompted you to get and walk over to your closet. You had to get dressed, focus on the present—tonight—and not the past. The club was calling, and you weren’t going to let some random feelings of déjà vu stop you from looking and feeling good.

You pulled out your outfit for the night: a bodycon black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, the material soft but tight, showing off your legs. The dress had cut-out sleeves that extended just past your shoulders, leaving the rest of your arms bare. The sleeves were slit, with small holes where your thumbs could peek through, and you loved the subtle detail. You paired it with clear heels, the kind that were tall and sleek, making your legs look even longer, with the perfect pedicure you couldn’t wait to show off.

You slid the dress on, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a 40-inch sew-in, dark and blended so perfectly it almost looked like it grew out of your scalp. You’d spent the last hour curling it with a black curling iron, each strand wrapping around the barrel until it formed smooth, bouncy curls that gave your hair body and movement. You ran your fingers through it, giving the curls a little fluff, letting them fall naturally around your shoulders and down your back. The shine was immaculate, almost as if it were alive, catching the light with every turn of your head. It was the kind of hair that demanded attention, and tonight, it was all yours. The way bounced with volume, catching the light in the midst of it, made you feel like you were that girl. Your makeup was sharp, dark, and feminine, with deep eye makeup that made your lashes look longer than they really were, a perfect winged eyeliner that made your eyes pop. Your lips were lined with black lip liner, topped with gloss that shimmered just enough to look irresistible. You finished the look with silver hoop earrings, and damn, you felt like you could conquer the night.

Jasmine pulled up soon after, and you met Serenity in the car, both of them looking fire. Jasmine wore a fitted red dress that hugged her hips in all the right ways, with strappy heels that clicked with every step. Serenity had on a bold leopard print jumpsuit, accentuating her curves, paired with knee-high boots that screamed confidence. The three of you walked into the club like you were the headline act, eyes immediately on you as soon as you stepped through the door.

The stares were instant. People—men and women alike—couldn’t keep their eyes off you three. But you didn’t notice them as much as you noticed the familiar energy you felt in the air. The music was loud, the lights flashing, and the crowd was moving, but there he was.

Zilla.

He was sitting in the same VIP section from before, surrounded by his cousins and a few women, just like last time. The moment your eyes locked with his, time seemed to stop. His gaze held yours, that dark, possessive look from the night before—the one that had left you breathless. You were frozen, your heart hammering in your chest as déjà vu swept over you again, even stronger this time. You knew what was coming. You had already lived this moment. And the weight of it pressed on you, making your stomach flip.

The familiar pull, the heat between you and him—it was undeniable. Your body already knew what it felt like to be near him, to feel his touch.

But now, standing there, watching him lean back and smirk like he knew exactly what was on your mind, you had to ask yourself…Was it worth it?

Authors note: Yeahhh I listened to this song over 20 times ngl and I’ve been doing a lot of request still have 2 more to work on 🙂

Authors note #2: Yeah I didn’t proof read this so if there’s any errors I’m sorry 😭

Taglist: @punksyeet @luvrsluxe @luvrgirl4roman @sheaabuttaababyy @mselenalovebug @binnieaddict @uceyliyahh @partypoison00 @empressdede @marsstyles

Divider credits to @cafekitsune

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Unfinished Business (Zilla Fatu X Black Reader)

Summary: You were in your third semester of college….and so was your ex…who happened to be Zilla Fatu. Both of y’all had a MESSY breakup over the summer and it did not help that you both had the same class…and in that class there were assigned seats. It also happened that your assigned seat was next to him. Oh boy….

CW: Explicit Language, Slightly Toxic Relationship, Smut, 18+ MDNI, Freaky Voicemail

Word Count: 3.9k

Note: Aye this is catered to Black Female Readers, don’t like it? Don’t read it👏🏽

If you weren’t so mad at him and you two never broke up, you’d be the happiest person in the world…his tattoos, the way he looked, the grills he would occasionally wear….you got distracted by all of it….well that was when you looked at him that is….lets try not doing that and just getting through the semester first.

The fall semester was in full swing, and you couldn’t avoid it anymore—the inevitable proximity to your ex….Zilla Fatu. College life had a funny way of bringing the past rushing back, and despite the summer that had passed, the remnants of your messy breakup still clung to you like the damp air after a storm.

It had been a bad breakup—one of those “I never want to speak to you again” moments. And yet, here you were, three months later, forced to sit beside him in Introduction to Modern Literature. The university had a cruel sense of humor, assigning you both seats in the back row, where the world was small and the awkwardness was unavoidable.

The first day was tense. Zilla sat down beside you without a word. You didn’t acknowledge each other, the space between you filled with an electric silence. You both avoided eye contact, pretending like you hadn’t shared months of laughter, fights, and even something much deeper that neither of you were prepared to unpack. Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of him—the way his dark hair tapered neatly on the sides, blending into a clean fade that framed his face just right, with a hint of stubble tracing the jawline—enough to suggest ruggedness, but not quite a beard, his broad shoulders slightly hunched over as he stared at his notebook like it had the answers to all the questions in the universe.

But the silence was unbearable. By the second week, you could already feel things shifting. The quiet was thick with tension between the both of you. It was silent enough to hear a pen drop or the point of a pencil move across a sheet of paper.

It was an unspoken agreement, of course, that you’d keep your distance. You weren’t friends anymore. No, that title had long been ripped away. But when your professor assigned a group project, guess who was in your group? Zilla. And to make it even worse, it wasn’t really a group, it was just the two of you.

Great. Just…fucking great.

He didn’t say much when the announcement was made. He simply nodded at you, letting his jaw clenched. A brief thought crossed your mind as you wondered if he was as irritated as you were. But that was the thing with him…he was always so unreadable. Ugh.

The next few days passed in a haze of forced politeness. During class, you avoided his gaze. In “group” meetings, you worked separately, exchanging an occasional sentence, but never going beyond the required academic pleasantries. It was much easier that way. Except, deep down, you both knew the truth. There was still something lingering between you two, something…unfinished.

One Thursday afternoon, after a long meeting in the library, you found yourself packing up your books, the dull thrum of your heartbeat being the only thing louder than the chatter around you. Zilla was by the door, texting on his phone with his back turned to you. You had a choice here: walk out without saying anything, or do something that might finally break the ice.

You approached cautiously, your fingers twitching as if they had a mind of their own. When you were just behind him, he glanced up, his eyes locking with yours for a very brief moment. That flicker—those dark eyes you used to lose yourself in—hadn’t changed one bit. He didn’t speak immediately, and neither did you. But the silence between you went from awkward to charged very quickly.

“You really finna go the entire rest of this project not talking to me?” you finally said, your voice betraying the emotions you were trying so hard to bury.

Zilla’s expression softened for a second, but then his face hardened, a sigh slipping from his lips before kissing his teeth. “It really ain’t much to talk about. You think I wanna be here, doin’ this witchu?” His voice was rough, the words laced with frustration.

You raised an eyebrow, a fire flaring inside you. “Oh, so now it’s my fault we stuck in this shit? You think I wanted this either?” you snapped, crossing your arms. “You the one who broke it off like that, Z. You the one that was ass at communication. No texts or phone calls yet you out wit other bitches and having them hugging all on you and shit. You had hoes all over you acting like you ain’t have a whole ass girlfriend. So yeah I went off on you, the fuck you thought was gon happen?”

He glared at you, nostrils flaring. “I ain’t want to keep doin all that, they was on me but at the end of the day I came back to you though. Ain’t none of them bitches had my dick but you. Ain’t nobody ever had my attention for real but you. But that’s yo problem, all that overthinkin’ and shit, you wanna keep stressin’ over dumb shit. I was tryna move on, but you stay actin’ like I’m the problem. You ain’t innocent either. The fuck was you on the phone witcho ex for?”

You stepped closer, heat rising in your chest. “Nigga please, you played in my face bruh. You had a ho posting you and shit with heart emojis and yo ass ain’t even bother covering the camera. So yeah I got some get back on your ass by being on the phone with my ex and having a conversation, it wasn’t even about nothing serious. He was just telling me ‘bout how he moved out of state. I might not be perfect, but you sure as hell didn’t make it easy. Yo ass just flipped out and left, Zilla. Like I was nothin’ forreal. Then I don’t hear nothin’ from you at all and only reason we seein’ each other now is because we got a fuckin’ class together and some project.”

“The fuck you mean it wasn’t even about nothing serious. That’s yo ex Y/N, and you on the phone with him. You lucky his ass wasn’t here, he would’ve got beat the fuck up forreal. Ion even play them type of games and you know that shit. That nigga shouldn’t even be in yo contacts.” His voice was dangerously low as his jaw clenched.

“And them bitches shouldn’t even have they hands all over you while you ain’t doing shit about it. You over here smiling and having a good ass time while yo shit on Do Not Disturb! You had a whole fucking girlfriend Z!”

“And you had a whole nother nigga in yo ear while you had a boyfriend!”

For a moment, the anger in both of you swirled in the air like a storm about to break. Your bodies were damn near touching by this point as you both looked at each other with both hurt and anger in each other’s eyes. It felt like an eternal stare…but then, something shifted. Zilla let out a breath, his shoulders dropping a bit. The anger wasn’t gone, but the intensity began to slowly fade.

“Look…I ain’t tryna blame you. But I was hurt, ight?” He paused, then added quietly, “You hurt me too, Y/N, when you pulled that shit.”

The words caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected that. For a split second, it felt like the air between you cleared, and the weight of the past few months was a little lighter. But before you could respond, he turned and started heading toward the exit.

“Whatever. I ain’t tryna drag this out right now,” he muttered, but there was no anger in his tone, just exhaustion. “Let’s just finish this project shit. We’ll talk later or whatever.”

Later that night, after the day’s classes had ended, you returned to your dorm room. You were halfway through unpacking your bag when there was a knock at your door.

Your heart jumped in your chest. You stood still for a moment, mind racing, before you were pulled out of your thoughts by another knock. After slipping on your pink bedroom shoes, you walked over and pulled it open. And there he was—Zilla. The same Zilla you just had an argument with earlier and spend weeks avoiding prior to this project. But tonight, he wasn’t avoiding you. And with the way you opened the door, it didn’t look like you were avoiding him any longer either. The conversation from earlier came flooding back to your mind and it only left you staring at him, so much so that you didn’t even hear him talking to you. You could only focus on his gaze, getting lost in those damn eyes, with that happening and the spat you two shared earlier filling your mind, you might as well been zombified.

Once his gaze met yours, you saw something in his eyes—a hesitation, a question, an offer all wrapped into one. But he was also staring at you. The way your dark brown faux locs hung just above your waist, your matching butterfly pajama set hugging you in all the right places, and how beautiful your lips were from the lip gloss that was clearly fading away but still visible enough to be seen.

“Can I come in? Ion think we done talkin’,” he said simply while his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants. He had on a black hoodie but you recognized that black hoodie anywhere. It was the one with the design in the back that had the words “Would You Fuck Me?” around it. It matched the Nike shorts that were just short enough to show off his leg muscles. Combined with the white socks and high top panda dunks. He looked so fine and smelled so good. You could smell his Valentino up close and it matched him well. But hell nah. You weren’t about to give in just yet.

You stepped aside letting him inside actually wanting to hear what he had to say. Your roommate was currently staying the night at her boyfriend’s house so you had the dorm room all to yourself.

Once he entered, you closed the door behind him with a soft thud. A brief silence fell among the both of you before he broke it. His voice being low but stern as if it was filled with purpose. “You starin’, I look good or sum?”

“Something like that. Anyway, whatchu here for? I don’t got time to play these type of games. That project is almost finished and we still got a week left to do it. So what else could you possibly be here for?”

“You can ask why I’m here” he said before stepping closer to you where you were forced to back up until you couldn’t anymore. “But the real question is, why did you let me in here?” He said stepping even closer to you where you realized you couldn’t go anywhere due to your back being against the wall. His body towered over yours a bit and you two were only inches apart at this point.

“Why it matter?” You said trying not to let your voice betray how you truly felt but failing miserably due to it cracking right at the end. That seemed to amuse Zilla who only muttered in response as his eyes scanned up and down your frame. “It don’t” he said before taking your chin into his hand and planting a semi soft kiss on your lips.

This motherfucker bruh. But you knew you wanted that just as bad as he did. You missed him just as much as his actions were clearly showing how much he missed you. Your lips found their way around his as the kiss became more heated. His tongue slid across your bottom lip but rather than wait for you to grant him entry, his teeth came crashing down on your bottom lip making you gasp in response. Perfect. Just as your mouth opened, his tongue slid into your mouth and both of you fought for dominance which of course he won. Asshole. As your make out session became more intense, you grabbed a handful of fabric from his hoodie as you struggled to breathe. Eventually he pulled away with just a string of saliva connecting you two. You panted a moment taking in his features before you grabbed his face again and pulled him into a passionate kiss. While you two were engaged in another tongue war, you both moved to your room. The swift turn of your door knob and swinging of the door let you both to all familiar territory and with Zilla kicking the door behind him and a loud click solidifying your privacy, you both fell into that same feeling of tension all over again.

He was such an asshole bruh. But his dick felt so fucking good. Y’all definitely had some unfinished business alright. Although the blush couldn’t physically be seen on your face, your face felt like it was on fire. The rougher his thrusts got, the louder your moans became as your nails dug into the grey sheets that adorned your bed. “Hnnn, fuck!” You moaned out before quickly clasping your hand across your mouth as face fell in between the sheets. “Mmm nah ma, they gon’ hear yo ass tonight” he said, his tatted hands wrapping around your neck lifting it up as he pounded you from the back. “Everybody finna hear how you take me” he breathed out as your pussy clenched around him and your legs started to go numb.

“W-What i-if we get a n-noise com…plaint?” You forced out as you tried to keep your moans down slightly. “I don’t give a fuck about non’ of that, we done did this shit too many times. And even if we do oh well. This pussy the only thing on my mind right now” he muttered before his rhythm increased and the sound of flesh slapping against each other, moans, and grunts were the only things filling the room. “Understand me, huh?” Your insides felt like they were being explored in all the right ways, none of the arguments you two had mattered because the way he moved inside of you never changed. The way his dick pumped in and out of you made your mind go completely numb. “Y-Yes sir” was all you could manage to get out as his length pushed in and out of you, your pussy stretching with each push and pull motion.

“Where yo phone at, ma?” He said having a seductive tone of voice with a hint of mystery. Just as you were about to answer, your phone pinged and your heart almost dropped. It was from your messages and the smirk Zilla once had turned into something much more sinister. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched as he reached over to your phone and grabbed it before looking at the text message. “And this nigga still texting you? Ight bet” he said with his thrusts getting rougher and rougher by the second. Your moans filled the room as some of them came out like gasps of air. Your pussy was as wet as can be and the way his cock stretched it out only made the knot in your stomach build even more tension.

“F-Fuck! Ugh! I-I’m gonna cum” your eyes rolled behind your head as some loose strands of your braids fell in front of your face. You didn’t even care, they weren’t tied back because you didn’t necessarily anticipate doing anything with Zilla or even him coming over to begin with.

“That’s right, Y/N, cream on my shit” he uttered with a soft growl behind it as your breaths became ragged and your body shook all over from how bad your orgasm took over it. You couldn’t feel anything but the wetness between your legs and how full you felt from the fact that Zilla’s dick was currently pumping in and out of you WHILE you were losing yourself on him. You didn’t even hear the fact that he pressed the record button on your phone. This motherfucker made a voicemail….and it turns out he wasn’t finished. In one hand he held your phone and in the other, your neck found its way inside of his free one. Just as you were catching your breath you felt his hips move again, back to that same rhythm that he had before. Your moans became background noise before he replaced them with his voice for a brief moment. “Aye nigga, don’t call or text her no more. She busy creamin’ on me and she gon stay like that. Tell em’ ma” he said before biting his bottom lip, his grillz being the only thing visible.

“I-I’m b-busy right now.” That’s all you could manage to say before you heard the send notification and the thud of your phone as it hit the nightstand, your moans following close behind as his other hand made its way down to your clit. “Ugh!” you moaned out as your walls stretched further, drawing him deeper inside of you. “R-Right there! I’m g-gonna fuckin’ cum a-again!” your back arched slightly as you threw your ass back onto him in pure desperation. “Yeaaa throw that shit back at me, just like that.” He said while nailing your g-spot over and over again, making it more than clear that you belonged to him. “Look at chu, and you thought that nigga ever had a chance of nailing yo shit like this. Yeaaa, look back at me while you cream on this dick again though” his muscles tightened with word, his tattoos contorting with them ever so slightly. His hand tightened around your neck seductively, enough to feel pressure and give you a sense of who you belonged to as your head leaned back, your eyes full of desire and need. His grills though, his tattoos, the way he was making you feel and how he looked while doing it, It was a sight to behold, one you got to take in for as long as you wanted to.

You felt your muscles tighten up as the knot in your stomach began to come undone. “I’m c-cumming, I’m c-cumming! Fuck! Zilla!” You screamed out as your body trembled in his hold as you lost all feeling in it for a brief moment. That second orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and he felt EVERY BIT of it as your nails dug themselves into your sheets literally pulling over half the sheet towards you, where they were inches away from coming off the mattress. “That’s right, god damn babygirl” his voice low and husky, you could tell he was close to. From the huskiness in his voice to the twitching of his dick, it was more than apparent. And as much as you knew he was a bad idea to let him nut inside of you, you wanted it so bad due to getting lost in the feeling.

You quickly turned around wrapping your hands around his dick rubbing it up and down in circular motions, your hands twisting around it perfectly before taking him into your mouth. The inside of your mouth was already warm but his dick made it feel even warmer, he was STILL hard but the anticipation of him cumming in your mouth lingered. Your tongue wrapped around the tip, the taste of precum adorning the back of your tongue as your free hand made its way down between your legs. Even though you were dripping already, you wanted the overstimulation. The tension. The build up to yet ANOTHER orgasm while being filled in a different way made your mind take a break from reality.

“Ohh shit, ah. Yea eat that up f’ me. So fuckin’ pretty takin’ me like that” he said taking your locs and holding onto them as your eyes met his. “Keep lookin’ at me just like that” he said sliding his hands further down to the base of where his grip was, as if his hand was the rubber band tying your hair together. With that he started to push your head forward making his dick slide deeper into your mouth, his tip starting to inch closer and closer to the back of your throat. It felt so violating but so great at the same time. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as your fingers reached deeper inside of you. “Gag on that shit bae, so fuckin’ beautiful” he growled out as his grip became harsher and the slight taste of salt became even more apparent. The way he slutted you out was incomparable, he knew how to make you cry, how to make you cum, how to make you gag, and how to make you just literally fold for him. The corners of your mouth were sore from being stretched but that didn’t stop you from opening it further and gagging the moment you felt it becoming too hard to breathe. And apparently that shit sent him over the fucking edge because without a single warning other than a slight pull on your hair, your mouth was covered in his fluids as tears dreamed from your eyes. The amount of pleasure you also had from this, his groans from cumming in your mouth and also the building knot in your stomach was so overstimulating and you loved it. Your head was completely spent and your fingers wouldn’t stop moving around as your hips rolled back and forth on them. With a sudden curl of your digits, your moans were completely muffled due to your ex’s dick still being in your mouth. Your stomach moved up and down from the feeling of your orgasm taking over as your eyes rolled back slightly due to you getting lost in that moment of bliss.

You watched as his head came back down as his eyes locked with yours. “Swallow it” he commanded as his tatted hands caressed your face, wiping your tears away. With a soft gulp, you all of his seed was gone. It was just you with his skin flavored lollipop in your mouth. But that only lasted for a brief second as you slowly pulled away with a soft pop. You looked so out of it but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his hands around your face and pulling you towards him. The two of you engaged in a sloppy make out session that left you yearning for more, the slight taste of metal from his grills and the way your body pressed against his was all the confirmation you needed. Your hands gripped onto his broad shoulders as you relished the moment you two had. Even if y’all weren’t together, you two would NOT be able to keep your hands off each other. As you slowly pulled away from the kiss coming down from your high, you could only breathe out soft words. “That voice mail better apply to them bitches that be all over you.” He kissed his teeth while letting his hands glide down to your ass before giving it a hard smack as he gripped your flesh into his hands. “Yeen’ gotta worry about that mama, this the only attention I want right here.” He said before biting his lip, flashing his top grills. “It better be” you said before wrapping your arms around his neck and sharing a passionate kiss with him once again.

Fin ᡣ𐭩

Note: Omfg🤭🤍 This man is tewwwww MESSY. Leaving a voicemail is wicked but it was hot so yeah hope y’all enjoyed!

Note #2: So sorry I haven’t posted in a while I’ve been working on this one and wondering what to do 😭

Credits to divider owners: @inklore, @miuji, @anitalenia, and @fairytopea!

[4milly]

YALL WHY HIS BEARD LOOK LIKE THATTTTT?

IM OVER HERE TURNIN INTO A WHORE. I LOVE HIM.

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