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beauty and brains

(part three)

smau + real life

(this part is quite wordy i apologize)

“jules goes to meet lando’s family and him and charles have a much needed conversation.”

Charles Leclerc x !Doctor Sister Reader x Platonic F1 Grid

Leclerc Reader x Lando Norris

part one

part two

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dr_jules_leclerc

japan 📍

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dr_jules_leclerc : special day in japan w quadrant, libertywalkkato and the loml

see ya in suzuka bbs

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lando : you are so fucking beautiful

lando : so happy to have you there with me angel

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dr_jules_leclerc : so happy to be there with you handsome- I am so proud of you<3

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username4 : I am so happy they are happy^^ it warms my heart

username5 : they r so fucking cute

quadrant : our fave couple

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arthur_leclerc : lando do you think it’s cool to just steal my big sister from me?

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dr_jules_leclerc : arthur stop being dramatic - i will be in the paddock tomorrow

lando : I thought we agreed mclaren paddock tomorrow….

dr_jules_leclerc : I am splitting my time equally children.. you will both see me tomorrow.

pietra.pilao : absolutely loved getting to meet and hangout! (she is even more beautiful in person guys)

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dr_jules_leclerc : you are the absolute sweetest! pls convince max to move you guys to monaco so we can hangout everyday😚

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maxfewtrell : Trying my hardest to make it happen. Nice meeting you, Jules! So glad you gave Lando a chance- he is the happiest I’ve ever seen him.

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alexandrasaintmleux : my beautiful angel 😻

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dr_jules_leclerc : love you smmmm pretty

leclerc_pascale : Je vous aime tous les deux!

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charles_leclerc : Maman! You were supposed to tell Jules to stop ignoring me

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dr_jules_leclerc : charlie…i have not been ignoring you..i literally saw you two days ago

charles_leclerc : two days too many

dr_jules_leclerc : omg between you and arthur I can’t ever have a moments peace

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leclerc_pascale : Maintenant tu vois ce que je ressens.

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arthur_leclerc : I have been betrayed by my own mother and SISTER

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username8 : I met Jules tonight and she was the absolute sweetest - definitely even more beautiful in person!

liked by author dr_jules_leclerc : so nice to meet you- thank you for the kind words!!

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japan 📍

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lando : mega day at liberty walk hq with quadrant to launch our car/helmet combo- absolutely incredible to have the love of my life by my side. japan is even more special than usual this year. can’t wait to hit the track!

dr_jules_leclerc : so proud of you my angel- i will always be with you every step of the way! now go kick some ass on the track tomorrow 🤍

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lando : my love for you grows more and more each day

danielricciardo : get a room would ya

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dr_jules_leclerc : miss you danny😭 still planning that trip to aus and im bringing max bc my maxiel heart is hurting

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maxverstappen1: just let me know when the plane is leaving and I’ll be there

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username2 : JULES WILL BE THE ONE TO REUNITE MAXIEL I LOVE HER

maxfewtrell : 🇯🇵🔥

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username4 : was this an event for Jules or for Lando? because she stole the show..😍

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lando : she really did 😻 my girl is a stunner, ain’t she?

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username4 : omg she absolutely is

lilymhe : fun time have been had lando now return my wife

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lando : settle it over 18 holes?

dr_jules_leclerc : she’d beat your ass babe

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oscarpiastri : mate she looks cooler than you at your own event

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dr_jules_leclerc : love you osc

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dr_jules_leclerc : you have my heart admin

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real life - quadrant liberty walk event - jules pov

The energy buzzed through the cool Tokyo air, a perfect mix of roaring engines, camera shutters, and excited fans echoing off the walls of the Liberty Walk compound. I tucked my hands deeper into the pockets of my oversized jacket. I smiled to myself as I watched Lando animatedly talk cars with some of the team, his face lit up, bouncing slightly on his heels in that way he always did when he was excited. Five months into this whirlwind of a relationship, and it still didn’t feel real sometimes—being with someone like him, in places like this.

“Babe!” he called, spotting me across the lot, motioning for me to come over. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

I weaved through the crowd, offering a few polite nods to fans who recognized me.

"Dr. Jules! Could we get a picture real quick?" a younger girl in the crowd asked me and I stopped abruptly.

"Absolutely." I said and leaned into the group and she snapped the photo.

"Have a good night! You and Lando are perfect together." She said with a smile.

"Thank you mon ange, you have a good night! I hope you have fun." I said with a smile and then walked to join Lando.

Lando reached for your hand as you reached him, lacing your fingers together before tugging you gently toward a grinning guy standing next to a girl with long blonde hair and killer style.

“This is my best friend, Max—And this is his girlfriend, Pietra,” Lando said, his voice proud, like he was presenting a prized possession. “Guys, this is her- I told you she was real- Dr. Jules Leclerc.”

I laughed softly, rolling my eyes at Lando before extending your hand. “Just call me Jules- no need for formalities- I promise I’m not as mysterious or important as he makes me sound.” Earning a glare from Lando.

Pietra leaned in and gave me a quick hug instead of a handshake. “Finally! He talks about you all the time. I was starting to think you were a figment of his imagination.”

I smiled warmly. “I’ve been buried in the hospital the past few weeks, but I couldn’t miss this.”

“You’re a pediatric oncologist, right?” Max asked, eyebrows raised. “That’s intense.”

I nodded. “It has its moments. But I love it.”

Lando gave my hand a small squeeze, and when I glanced up at him, he was already looking at me with that soft, proud expression he reserved just for me. “She’s basically a superhero,” he said, only half-joking.

“Oh god,” I muttered, cheeks burning. “My head won’t be able to fit through the door if you keep this up.”

Max and Pietra laughed, clearly already warming to me.

“It is very impressive, something to really be proud of. You should have a massive ego.” Max said with a chuckle and Pietra nodded.

“We’re getting food later with the rest of the team,” Pietra said, looping her arm through mine casually. “You better come. I want to hear all the embarrassing Charles stories.”

I laughed. “Deal—but only if you promise not to tell him.”

“And I want to hear the embarrassing way Lando asked you out.” Max chuckled as he walked beside Lando.

“I think we can skip that today.” Lando said eyeing me and I chuckled lightly.

As the four of us fell into easy conversation, I couldn’t help but glance at Lando, his arm still loosely around my waist, his eyes sparkling. The event was exciting, sure—but this? This felt like something quietly perfect. Like I was exactly where I am supposed to be.

The soft hum of the plane’s engines was the only sound in the first-class cabin, dulled further by my noise-canceling headphones that currently played nothing but the low, steady rhythm of my own heartbeat. Lando was stretched out beside me, legs long, one arm slung across his lap as he scrolled through his phone. Every few seconds, his thumb would stop, and he’d glance at me.

I tried not to fidget. I was usually good under pressure—my whole career was built on staying calm in life-or-death situations. But this? Meeting Lando’s family for the first time? Terrifying.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I mumbled, turning my head toward him with a tiny smile.

“Like what?” he asked, wide-eyed and completely innocent, though the twitch of a smirk gave him away.

“Like you’re waiting for me to bolt out the emergency exit.”

He laughed under his breath and reached over to tug one of my headphones off. “I’d tackle you before you even hit the aisle.”

I rolled my eyes but leaned into him slightly, his warmth grounding me. “I just… I’m nervous.”

“Why?” he said, voice soft now. “They’re going to love you.”

I gave him a look. “Because I’m your girlfriend. And—newsflash—I don’t exactly have a laid-back job. What if I say something weird or fall asleep mid-convo from exhaustion? What if I spill wine on your mum’s rug or call your brother the wrong name—”

“Okay, okay,” he cut in, chuckling, slipping his hand into mine. “First of all, my mum already loves you and she’s only seen a photo. She literally asked if you were the one who saved that little boy from the racing-themed tumor project. Like… you’re halfway to sainthood in her eyes.”

I laughed softly, the tension in my shoulders easing a little.

“And second,” Lando went on, “my family is chill. No pressure, no royal protocol, no calling anyone sir—except maybe me, if you’re feeling flirty.”

I swatted his shoulder playfully, cheeks heating. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to my temple. “But I’m ridiculously into you.”

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder as I stared out the window. The clouds below looked like cotton stretched thin, and the sun was just beginning to dip, painting the sky in streaks of apricot and lavender.

“Do you think your little cousins will like me?” I asked quietly after a beat.

“They’re obsessed with anything F1. And you’re a literal doctor. I’m not even the cool one in this relationship anymore.”

I chuckled. “You never were.”

Lando gasped dramatically and pretended to be wounded, pressing a hand to his chest. “Ouch. My ego.”

I reached over, brushing my fingers along his wrist. “I’ll make it up to you. Just… hold my hand when we land, yeah?”

“Always.”

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I barely had time to adjust my hoodie—Lando’s hoodie, as always—before the front door burst open and chaos immediately ensued.

“LAN-DOOOOO!”

A blur of tiny limbs flew at him, arms wide like they were mid-flight. Lando stumbled backward, laughing as one of his younger cousins tackled his waist. Another followed seconds later, shouting something about who won the last family karting race.

I stayed just outside the doorway, suitcase in hand, watching it all unfold with a half-nervous, half-amused smile. Honestly, it was adorable. Chaotic, yes—but adorable.

Then a new voice cut through the mayhem.

“Alright, give him a second to breathe—he’s not going anywhere!”

I looked up as a woman appeared from the hallway—poised, but warm, with the kind of presence that made me instinctively want to stand up straighter. Her eyes found mine immediately, and the smile that bloomed on her face was the kind that made my chest loosen just a little.

“You must be Jules,” she said, already stepping forward with her arms out. “I’m Cisca. Finally—I’ve heard about you nonstop.”

I hugged her, a bit surprised by how natural it felt. “It’s really lovely to meet you.”

“No, darling. It’s lovely to finally have you here.”

Before I could answer, another voice piped up behind her—calm, curious, and just as warm.

“Is this the famous doctor we’ve been hearing about?”

A tall man with graying hair and kind eyes stepped forward, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. This must be Lando’s dad—Adam. I straightened instinctively, not quite intimidated, but definitely a little on edge.

“Hi,” I offered with a soft smile, extending my hand. “Jules.”

“Adam,” he replied, shaking my hand firmly, then smiling. “We were starting to think you were mythical.”

“She is,” Lando cut in from behind me, dropping the suitcase to the floor and wrapping an arm around my waist. “Mythical, magical, and very much mine.”

I shot him a look. Adam laughed.

“I see the charm’s still running on full power.”

Before I could respond, a new presence slid into the hallway with a graceful sort of energy—cool, confident, and stylish without even trying.

“Hey,” she said with a wide grin. “You’ve got to be Jules. I’m Flo.”

I took her in immediately: Lando’s sister, effortlessly beautiful and clearly used to sizing people up fast—but she was smiling, which gave me hope.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” I said, returning the smile.

Flo raised a brow. “All good things, I hope?”

“Only the best,” I said, glancing at Lando, who looked suddenly far too pleased with himself.

The introductions started to blur after that—more cousins appearing from every room, snacks being offered like it was a competition, and multiple requests from the younger kids to show them how to do CPR “just in case.” I politely declined.

Flo pulled me aside once during the biscuit tornado and said, low enough so only you could hear, “Don’t take anything personally—this house is a zoo when everyone’s home. But… you fit in, weirdly well.”

It hit me unexpectedly—the weight of that sentence. I fit in.

Dinner was a mix of laughter, teasing, and gentle nudges from Cisca every time someone brought up Lando’s childhood phase of trying to name every Formula 1 driver’s pets. Adam asked about my work—genuinely curious—and even the little ones eventually quieted enough to eat. Flo talked to me like a sister you didn’t know I needed, and Lando? He couldn’t stop smiling.

Later, as I helped clear the table, Cisca touched my arm gently.

“Thank you for coming, Jules,” she said quietly. “You’re very… grounding for him.”

I blinked, then smiled, heart aching in that soft, slow way it did when something really mattered.

“Thanks for having me,” I whispered back.

And as I stepped back into the living room—Lando perched on the armrest of the couch, motioning for me to sit between him and Flo—you realized something else:

It already felt a little like home.

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I barely had time to breathe after dinner before another voice rang out from the hallway.

“Oi! Is she here yet or did you scare her off already?”

I turned just in time to see a tall, sharp-featured guy with the exact same mischievous grin as Lando walk into the room, carrying a box of beers in one hand and a duffel in the other.

“That’s Oli,” Lando whispered under his breath with a crooked smile. “Brace yourself.”

“I heard that,” Oli called, shooting Lando a mock glare before turning to me. “So you’re the doctor-slash-twin-sister-slash-person willing to put up with this idiot?”

I blinked, then grinned. “Guilty.”

Oli set the beer down, dropped the bag, and walked straight up to ,e like I was already part of the family. “Respect. Honestly. Can I shake your hand, or do I have to go through a background check?”

“Just the handshake should do,” I deadpanned.

He laughed, clearly already loving me. “Alright, she’s cool. Lando, you might actually be in trouble.”

“Might?” Flo called from across the room, where she was stealing the last chocolate biscuit off a plate.

Just then, a new figure stepped in behind Oli—a woman with dark brown curls pulled into a loose braid, subtle makeup, and the calm energy of someone who’d spent her whole life being the observer in a storm of louder siblings. She smiled when she saw me, kind and open.

“Hi. I’m Cisca—junior, not mum,” she said, extending her hand. “Sorry we’re late. We got stuck in traffic and then Oli had to stop for snacks.”

“I told you I was starving,” he muttered, heading for the fridge.

I shook her hand, already liking her immediately. “Jules. It’s really nice to meet you.”

She leaned in a little, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Don’t let them overwhelm you. We tend to… swarm.”

I laughed. “I’m used to swarms. Pediatric oncology’s basically organized chaos with tiny humans.”

Oli popped his head out from behind the fridge door. “Oh god, you really are cool.”

Soon enough, the living room was full again—Oli cracking jokes, Flo calling him out on old stories, Cisca Jr. and I falling into quiet conversation on the couch about my work, and Lando sitting right beside me with a hand resting lightly on my knee, like even in all the noise, I was his constant.

At one point, Oli started recounting the story of how Lando accidentally reversed a golf cart into a pool on a family trip. Everyone roared with laughter—especially me, because the mental image was too much.

Lando just buried his face in my shoulder and groaned. “This is a violation of trust.”

“You brought me into the lion’s den,” I whispered, patting his back. “You had to know what was coming.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes sparkling, voice low. “Still glad you came?”

I didn’t hesitate. “So glad.”

The house had finally quieted.

The sound of laughter and clinking plates had faded into the gentle creaks of a house settling for the night. Most of the lights were off, except for the soft golden glow coming from the kitchen. I padded in, barefoot in one of Lando’s old hoodies—again—and found Cisca at the counter, stirring a mug of tea with slow, thoughtful movements.

She looked up and smiled, her expression calm and warm.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, reaching for a second mug.

I shook my head, sliding onto one of the stools. “Too much adrenaline. I haven’t socialized that hard since med school.”

Cisca laughed gently and passed me a mug, chamomile and honey wafting up in soft curls of steam. “You handled it beautifully. They all loved you.”

I cradled the mug in my hands and looked down at it, the warmth grounding me. “It was a lot… but a good kind of a lot. Your family is amazing.”

She watched me for a second—really watched me—with that same steady, maternal gaze she’d had from the moment I walked in.

“You’re good for him, you know,” she said quietly. “I haven’t seen him this… settled in a long time. Maybe ever.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the softness in her tone. “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You were just yourself,” she said, setting her spoon down. “That’s all it ever takes with the right people.”

I swallowed, something about her words landing deep in my chest.

“I was nervous coming here,” I admitted. “Not because of you or your family—but because… I know how close you all are. And I guess part of me wondered if I’d be too different. Too ‘doctor,’ too serious. Too… I don't know."

Cisca smiled gently, reaching out to place her hand over mine. Her grip was warm, comforting.

“Being close doesn’t mean we’re all the same. It means we show up for each other. And tonight, you showed up. For him. For us. That’s all we need.”

I felt my eyes sting a little—not with tears exactly, but something close. I blinked quickly and gave a small laugh. “Okay, if you keep being this nice to me, I will cry.”

Cisca squeezed my hand. “Then I’ll make you another cup and hand you a tissue. I’ve done it before.”

I looked at her, really looked, and saw a woman who had raised her kids with fierce love, sharp wit, and the kind of empathy that didn’t need to be loud to be felt. She didn’t need grand gestures. She just saw people.

“I really love him,” I said suddenly, softly.

Her eyes sparkled just a little. “I know you do.”

I sat in silence for a moment, sipping my tea, letting the quiet settle between us—not uncomfortable, but full. Like two women connected by someone they both adored deeply, each in their own way.

“I hope he knows how lucky he is,” she added a moment later.

I smiled to myself. “I remind him. Daily."

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I closed the kitchen door as quietly as possible, mug still warm in my hands, my heart even warmer.

The lights were dim down the hallway, but I didn’t have to guess where Lando was. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed in one of his old hoodies, hair messy from running his hands through it, TV remote forgotten beside him. The second he saw me, his face softened like he’d been waiting to exhale.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low, thumb brushing under his bottom lip as I walked over.

I nodded, slipping onto the edge of the bed beside him. “Your mum and I had tea.”

His brows lifted slightly. “Oh no. Did she—did she bring out baby pictures? Or worse, the ‘Lando in the bathtub’ ones?”

I laughed, leaning into his side. “No, no blackmail material. Just… a really lovely conversation.”

He tucked my hair behind my ear, eyes searching my face like he wanted to memorize every version of my calm.

“What’d she say?”

I hesitated for a second, then looked up at him. “That I’m good for you.”

Lando’s breath caught, and his hand slowed where it had been tracing lazy circles on my thigh.

“She’s right,” he murmured. “You are.”

I smiled softly and leaned into his chest, letting the quiet settle. The world outside the walls of this room—my job, the races, the headlines, even Charles and his inevitable protective sibling grilling—it could all wait.

Right now, it was just the two of you, wrapped in flannel sheets and sleep-heavy affection.

“She also said you’re lucky to have me,” I whispered against his hoodie.

He kissed the top of my head without missing a beat. “I am. So ridiculously lucky.”

The Norris kitchen was already buzzing when I came down the stairs the next morning. I was in one of Lando’s oversized hoodies again—this one with the faded Quadrant logo—and a pair of socks that barely matched. My hair was up, barely tamed, and I hadn’t even thought about makeup yet.

But the second I stepped into the room, four pairs of eyes flicked toward me. And then I felt it.

I blinked. “…What?”

Flo grinned around her coffee mug, clearly trying not to laugh. Oli leaned back in his chair with a smug smirk.

“Good morning, Jules Norris,” he said pointedly.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “That’s not even funny.”

Cisca Jr. glanced at her mum, who was very pointedly looking down at the toast she was buttering—but her smile was giving everything away.

Lando walked in right behind me, still sleep-warm and squinting at the brightness, and reached for my hand like it was second nature. Everyone noticed. I could feel it.

He yawned, totally unbothered. “Morning.”

Oli raised an eyebrow. “So you’re just casually holding hands in front of us now, huh?”

“Is this an official soft launch?” Flo teased, bumping my elbow. “Or are we already past that and in the ‘planning the wedding playlist’ era?”

Lando didn’t even let go of my hand. He just looked around, deadpan. “I’ve been in love with her for months. What stage do you think we’re in?”

I turned slowly to stare at him, heart suddenly thudding louder in my chest. He met my gaze like he meant every word.

Silence fell over the kitchen—except for the loud clink of Oli’s spoon dropping into his bowl.

“Well then,” Cisca said, setting down the toast, eyes twinkling. “I suppose we should start planning seating arrangements.”

Everyone burst into laughter, but Lando never looked away from me. His thumb brushed across my knuckles, grounding, steady.

I bit your lip to hide my smile. “We’ll start with brunch first.”

He smirked. “Then forever.”

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ciscanorris : We miss you already! Come back soon❤️ Love you both!

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ciscanorris : You raised a great girl, Pascale.

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leclerc_pascale : And you raised a wonderful man!

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It had been a couple of days since Lando and I flew back from the whirlwind family visit. I was back at work, deep into patient rounds and case notes, and Lando had been catching up with sim training, press, and a full inbox of post–triple header chaos. The house was still littered with half-unpacked bags and the soft scent of my perfume clinging to his hoodie on the back of the couch.

And today—finally—Charles came over.

Charles sat across from Lando on the balcony, legs stretched out, espresso in hand. He looked relaxed—but Lando knew better. There was a storm under all that calm. There always was when it came to me.

“So,” Charles said finally, eyes squinting against the sun. “You and Jules.”

Lando swallowed, setting down his coffee.

“Yeah. Me and Jules.”

“She’s serious about you.”

It wasn’t a question—but it hung in the air like one.

“I know,” Lando said quietly. “I’m serious about her too. More than I’ve ever been with anyone.”

Charles looked at him for a long beat. No teasing, no narrowed eyes. Just watching.

“I always knew someone would come along,” he said eventually, “but I didn’t think it’d be a driver.”

Lando didn’t flinch. “I didn’t think it’d be your sister. So here we are.”

A twitch of a smile—barely there—but it made Lando feel like he hadn’t already lost the fight.

“I’ve seen her go through hell and still walk into that hospital every day like she’s made of armor,” Charles said, voice low now, all truth. “She doesn’t let people in easily. Not really.”

“I know,” Lando murmured. “But she lets me in. And I don’t take that for granted.”

Charles stared down into his coffee for a moment before asking the thing that mattered most.

“What do you want with her?”

Lando didn’t hesitate.

“I want to build a life with her.”

Charles looked up.

“I’m not saying tomorrow. I know she’s got a career that matters and so do I. But when I think long-term, it’s her. Always her.”

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy—it was full. Full of everything they didn’t need to say out loud anymore. Lando had shown up. He’d met the family. He’d seen Jules in chaos and quiet, in grief and joy. And through all of it, he stayed.

Charles finally leaned back in his chair, sighing through his nose.

“She talks about you like you’re… peace,” he said. “Like she finally stopped running.”

Lando smiled—soft, genuine. “She’s peace for me too.”

A long pause.

Then Charles clinked his espresso glass against Lando’s and said, “Don’t screw it up, mate.”

“No pressure,” Lando said, smirking. “Just the most important relationship of my life and your blessing. Easy stuff.”

Charles shook his head, smiling despite himself.

“I still might kill you if you ever hurt her.”

“I’d let you.”

Another beat of silence. Then Charles added, a little too casually, “So… when are you telling Maman?”

Lando’s eyes widened. “About what?”

“That she might be planning a wedding in the next year or two.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Let me propose first, man.”

“Tick-tock,” Charles said with a grin.

But underneath the teasing, Lando could feel it—the trust. It was real now.

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omggg part three is finished! as always let me know if you guys want me to continue or if you have any requests for other stories! thank you for all your support this far!

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inbabylontheywept · 11 hours ago

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so i was having fun going through your lore tag, reading stories. most of them I read out-loud, cause reading tumblr posts to my not-tumblr husband is how i show love. the gopher-boming one brought me to tears with laughter cause of the vivid imagery and as someone who also grew up in arizona I know exactly the kind of person your grandfather was to hate gophers and cactus with such a passion. after all, i had several family members like that too. It's also been pretty neat realizing you're the guy behind a bunch of other posts I'd loved. the raw eggs one, the zombie chili garlic mint coco, the shoe incident. this was like christmas, finally overcoming my dumbass inability to recall names and faces that extends to usernames and avies in a way that blessed me with knowing it was YOU that cut all those worms in half and cried in a tree about it as a six year old. this has been fucking awesome.

anyways i started getting into your more recent stories and having fun with those, because well my husband is in the air force. so telling him stuff like the soviet pigeons one just had him nodding along solemnly as he is quite aware of the bullshit that goes on in government buildings. especially classified ones. as I got into the fridge hording one that mentioned you working on MISSILES - he realized something. there was a gasp from my side, and when i looked over a sort of dawning horror? delight? possibly both. and he said "oh my god. i've probably fucking met that guy. they do tours of the bases. oh my god" and I suddenly remembered that oh yeah, there's only like four places in the country people like you and he can work on that job.

when i reminded him you were in Utah now with that "woman that gunned it into the curb as was foretold" story he closed his eyes slowly in again the sort of realizing-and-coming-to-grips-with-that way. like he was remembering the stupid shit I'd been reading him since last night and hyper-aware that he's shook your hand at least once. he said there's no way hes ever going to meet those groups of you guys again without wondering which of them is babs. he's going to start complimenting their shoelaces. he's going to be thinking about the butter duck sculpture every time. and then he went to get his hair cut since its been out of regs for like a week

im not going to describe my appearance more than my abundance of cowlicks i mentioned before but he's gonna know when he meets babs. its not subtle.

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uceyliyahh · 2 days ago

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, masturbation(both m and f), stalking.

word count: 6.8k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

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again mdni you have been warned.

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It was 8 AM, the sun was shining through the curtains, and birds were chirping outside. Genesis and Jimmy had fallen asleep on the phone together, with her hearing his snores in the background.

She woke up to his snoring and rubbed her eyes to see Jimmy's sleepy face on the camera. He was snoring heavily. She checked her phone and saw it was 8:30 AM.

Genesis snapped some pictures of her face before lying back on the bed, having heard Jey calling for his brother in the background.

“Ayo! Twin! Wake yo’ ass up! We got a flight!”

She heard the sheets rustling as Jimmy opened his eyes, looking annoyed until he saw her face, which made him smile.

"Good morning, lil mama," Jimmy said, his deep, raspy voice making her stomach flip.

“Good morning, pretty boy, it seems like your brother woke you up from your slumber.” Genesis said as she heard him chuckle deeply.

“Yeah, it’s annoying as fuck. But we do have a flight to catch and book our hotels.” Genesis nodded her head in agreement while getting up from the bed taking her phone with her.

Jimmy couldn't help but notice Genesis in her bonnet, crop top, and snug booty shorts that accentuated her curves beautifully.

Genesis set her phone on the dresser while she changed out of her clothes and tossed them into the laundry bin. She chose some cozy clothes to wear because it was quite cold outside today.

“Gigi”

“Yes?”

“Why am I looking at the ceiling of your bedroom right now?”

Genesis rolled her eyes, annoyed that this man was whining about staring at the ceiling, which made her click her tongue at him. “Boy, because I’m naked and I’m finna take a shower and get ready for this flight.”

“You wanna call me back?”

“Noo, stay on the phone and wait until I’m done pretty boy.” She brought her phone and waterproof headphones into the bathroom to hear him better instead of using her AirPods.

Genesis entered the shower and started to wash herself while listening to Jimmy and Jey argue, especially as Jey teased Jimmy about yesterday's events.

She honestly had a dream about Jimmy last night that left her confused; all she could think about was his touch and kisses all over her body as he moved deeply inside her.

In her sleep, she was softly calling his name, feeling her underwear become wet and then dry from her own essence. She hoped he wouldn't mention it or that he hadn't heard her while they were on the phone.

Genesis tried to forget her dream from last night while washing herself, but then she heard Jey mention Zilla, which made her anxious.

“Uce, she gotta be careful around Zilla man. Me and you both know he doesn't want anything serious with her, only trying to get some coochie from her.”

Is that why he wanted her number just for that?

“I know, Uce.”

“If you know then you better make a move on her before he does, I care about her wellbeing too.”

Genesis was aware of everything but acted as if she didn't understand Zilla's intentions; this made her anxious about reserving hotels, fearing he might harm her.

“I care about her too, Twin.”

She smiled at Jimmy's words while finishing her shower, using her foot to turn off the water before turning the handle to the left.

She got out of the shower, took the towel from the counter, wrapped it around herself, and picked up her phone as she walked into her bedroom.

Genesis switched off her camera to avoid showing her nakedness to Jimmy while he spoke with his twin brother. Once she dried off, she applied her favorite Bodycology Shea Butter Lotion all over her skin to prevent any dryness.

Then she got dressed, put on her Cuban link chain, and wore her beanie, leaving her face bare, confident she would handle it when they arrived at the arena tonight.

“Gigi? You still there?” Jimmy said.

“Yeah, I was just putting on my clothes and making sure that I had everything packed in my luggage bag for tonight.” Genesis replied while grabbing her phone, turning on her camera so Jimmy could see her.

Jimmy was amazed by her natural beauty, seeing her flawless skin and bright brown eyes. He wondered how someone like Zilla could treat her that way, especially for just sex. Jimmy didn't agree with it.

“Jim? You good over there? Almost like you seen a ghost.” She asked.

He cleared his throat, “Y-yeah I’m straight lil mama, do you need me to come pick you up?”

She needed a moment to consider. Did she truly want him to pick her up? Would Zilla be joining them? She was aware he would flirt with her the entire drive to the airport.

“No, I’ll be fine. I’ll just meet yall there.”

“You sure? I can come get you Gigi.”

“I’m sure Jonathan, I’ll be fine, pretty boy.” She noticed him smile when she called him that, and he nodded, not wanting to say more.

She informed him that she was heading to the airport as she ended the call, picked up her keys and purse, and checked the time to see it was time to leave.

Genesis arrived at the airport safely and saw Jimmy and others with their luggage. As she approached, she noticed a girl clinging to him, but he seemed unaware. She remembered Jimmy mentioning he was dealing with a girl named Trinity. Could this be her?

She waved at everyone to get Jimmy's attention, including Zilla's. Jimmy admired her outfit from head to toe, noticing the silver Cuban link chain around her neck shining in the light along with her smile.

He approached her with a smile, not noticing Trinity holding onto him, while Genesis watched.

“Hey, lil mama. I was starting to get worried about you.” Jimmy said.

Genesis nudged him playfully, “boy, I told you that I was going to be okay driving here by myself.” Genesis replied as she and Jimmy gave each other a hug.

As his arms encircled her waist, a warm, fuzzy sensation blossomed within her, reminiscent of the embrace they shared just the day before. But then, unexpectedly, he lifted her by her thighs, securing her legs around his waist, leaving her pleasantly surprised.

With a look of disbelief on her face, she encircled his neck with her arms, her gaze dropping to him as she registered the shock of his actions in front of the crowd—especially with Trinity watching.

“J-Jimmy put me down nigga.”

“Nah, we good lil mama.”

Zilla couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his cousin wrap his arms around her, a sight that ignited a storm of anger within him. It infuriated him to see her so close to someone else, especially since he had been the one trying to win her affection first.

For a brief moment, they locked eyes, and as he gently set her back on her feet, she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks.

“I brought my PlayStation and an extra controller so we could go against each other, I have a feeling you might lose and end up kissing me.”

Genesis scoffed at him while rolling his eyes, “don’t get cocky nigga because you the one that’s going to be kissing me.” Her and Jimmy chuckle at each other while boarding onto their flight.

As they boarded the plane, they glanced at their tickets to find their assigned seats—much to their surprise, Jimmy and Genesis were seated side by side, while Zilla and Jey occupied the row behind them, and Trinity was positioned directly across from them.

Genesis struggled to lift her suitcase onto the overhead rack, balancing on her tiptoes, until Jimmy stepped in to assist. As he pressed close to her, she felt a sudden jolt of surprise, leaving her momentarily frozen in place.

She sensed his rigid arousal pressing against her from behind as she gazed at him, and he cast a glance down at her.

“Could’ve asked me for help Genesis knowing yo’ ass is short.” Jimmy said.

“Nigga, fuck you respectfully.” Genesis responded as she went towards her seat which was next to the window looking at the view.

Jimmy nonchalantly shrugged, saying, "What? I'm just expressing my thoughts." Meanwhile, Genesis rolled her eyes at him, her attention divided as she scrolled through her phone, acutely aware of Zilla's gaze fixed on her and Jimmy from behind.

She was aware that his jealousy would flare up at the sight of someone else beside her, yet the thought of being near him made her anxious. She understood his intentions were clear, but she was determined not to yield to his desires without a fight.

As everyone else was getting on the plane, she quickly snatched her headphones from the bag beside her, placing them over her ears and tilting her head slightly, ready for a potential chat with Jimmy.

It was at that moment she noticed a message from Jade appearing in her notifications.

Jadebae🌪️: Girl, I see you and Jimmy sitting next to each other.

Genesis had rolled her eyes at the message.

Gigi🤍: don’t start with me Jade it’s only like nine in the morning and you trippin

Jadebae🌪️: I’m not trippin I’m just saying yall two seem comfortable with each other

Gigi🤍: we are just getting to know each other that’s all

Jadebae🌪️: mhmm I can see that Zilla over there is jealous that Jimmy is sitting next to you and not him he must want that from you

Genesis had looked behind her, giving Jade a glare before turning her attention back onto her phone.

Gigi🤍: girl Zilla is not getting none from me tf? I was planning on getting my room for myself but since he over here tripping might ask Jimmy if I could stay with him.

Jadebae🌪️: ouuuu you and Jimmy sharing a hotel room together finna be spicyyy 🫠

Gigi🤍: don’t pmo I just don’t feel safe being alone that’s all

Jadebae🌪️: whatever you say girl whatever you say 🧍🏾‍♀️

Gigi🤍: yk what I’m done talking to you gurl 😭😭

As Genesis slid her headphones back over her ears, she scrolled through her playlist, searching for the perfect song to accompany her on the lengthy journey to Atlanta, Georgia.

As she selected the song, she silenced her phone and settled into her seat, gazing out the window for a moment before gently closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Jimmy observed Genesis drifting in and out of slumber, her headphones spilling sounds into the air. He softly rested his hand on her thigh and let his own eyes flutter shut.

Atlanta, Georgia - 6:50PM

At last, everyone settled into their hotels. Jimmy and Genesis shared a room because she felt uneasy alone, given Zilla's unsettling intentions towards her. Trinity attempted to object but ultimately lost the argument, feeling embarrassed as she ended up with a room all to herself.

Zilla was furious, feeling overshadowed by Jimmy's advantage with Genesis—what was it about Jimmy that captivated her in a way he couldn't? He was resolute in claiming what belonged to him, even if it meant harboring bitterness towards Jimmy for being so close to her; he needed to devise a plan to seize what he desired.

As Jimmy and Genesis entered their hotel room, the card key beeped, signaling their arrival. Jimmy held the door open for Genesis, who stepped inside and admired the beautifully decorated space, particularly the inviting beds.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Genesis set her luggage down and rummaged through it for an outfit for the Friday Night Smackdown show, while Jimmy busied himself connecting his PlayStation to the TV.

He couldn't help but sneak peeks at her from time to time, captivated by how meticulously she arranged her belongings while kneeling to sort through her clothes.

It was her side profile that captivated him—she appeared stunning, completely absorbed in her thoughts. He often pondered how breathtaking she would look if she turned those doe-like eyes towards him.

“You’re so organized Gigi.” Jimmy begins to say as she looks at him like he expected her to.

“Yeah, I’ve been like this since I was a kid. I have OCD. If I see something that’s not to my liking, I’ll freak out.” Genesis said as Jimmy nodded his head.

“I’ll keep that in mind lil mama.” He replied with a smile on his face.

Genesis had finally discovered the perfect ensemble for the evening—a stunning two-piece outfit that complemented her skin tone beautifully. She laid it on her side of the bed, admiring the outfit and envisioning how it would shine tonight. "Jimmy?" she called, and he turned to her, his focus shifting in her direction. “What’s up Gigi?”

She placed the outfit over her body wanting his opinion on it.

“Will this look good for tonight?”

He had noticed the ensemble, envisioning how beautifully it would complement her rich chocolate skin, and he could already picture her wearing it with confidence.

“Yes, you’ll look gorgeous in that.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, mamas I’m sure.” Mamas? A different nickname escaped his mouth, causing her stomach to twist into knots. She smiled at him, confident in his choice of outfit, having noticed that he had finished connecting the game to the television.

Spotting her beloved game on the screen made her grin, aware that they had a little time to enjoy it together before the show began tonight. She strolled over, snatched a controller from the TV stand, and settled down beside him on the bed.

The mattress dipped under her weight as they exchanged glances, a moment of silence hanging between them before words were spoken.

“You ready to get your ass whooped by the master herself?” Genesis had flipped her hair over her shoulders feeling confident.

Jimmy had raised an eyebrow at her while chuckling, “Master? Yeah we will see about that once yo’ ass loses these five rounds.”

“Whatever, nigga you the phone that’s finna pissed.” They began their gaming session, selecting their avatars—Genesis chose her imaginative creations, while Jimmy opted for Siegfried, a character she despised.

“Oh my goddd, why did you pick his ass Jimmy.” Genesis whined out of annoyance.

“Seems like someone is scared to get this ass whooping.”

“You know what, since you like to talk shit. Imma shut yo’ ass up.” Which caused him to furrow his eyebrows a bit at her. “You gonna shut my ass up? Imma shut yo’ ass up in a minute Gigi.”

With a dramatic eye roll, she faced him during their initial round of the game—Genesis struck first, her character fiercely intent on defeating Jimmy.

She relentlessly tapped the familiar buttons, watching his character's health dwindle, eliciting a pained groan from him.

“Gigi you cheating dawg!” Jimmy shouted.

“I’m not, you should get better at the game sir. That’s not my fault I’m better than you” Genesis replied causing him to smack his teeth at her.

The competition heated up as they played on, each winning three rounds. Genesis attempted to execute her signature move, but he matched her every step. When her character's outfit was stripped away, it was game over for her, as he triumphed in her own arena, leaving her to sulk in frustration.

The look of defeat was evident on her face as she realized she would have to kiss him again—after watching the replay of his victory over her, he felt a surge of confidence, bouncing around like an excited child.

“Damn, you’re good at the game. Should’ve picked something harder or more challenging.” Genesis said while sighing deeply.

“Don’t be upset mamas, you’ll beat me next time.” Jimmy remarked.

“Yeah, I’ll beat you alright.” The room fell into a hush as Genesis perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the TV while her fingers nervously danced, a habit that Jimmy had keenly observed. “C’mere, Gigi.” Listening to that soothing, rich honeyed voice she adored echoing in her mind.

“Why?”

“You know why, c’mere I promise I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.” She inched closer to him, their shoulders brushing against one another, sending a wave of nervousness through her, as she was unaccustomed to initiating contact; it was always the man who took the lead.

She cast her gaze downward once more, avoiding his eyes as an inexplicable nervousness washed over her—this sensation was unfamiliar, a stark contrast to anything she had experienced since her marriage to Quincy.

His hand gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his. She responded, revealing her large, chocolate-brown eyes that sparkled as they locked onto his. Using the triangle method, she caught his attention, and he instinctively licked his lips, captivated by her allure.

“You so pretty mamas.” Jimmy said softly.

“You’re pretty too, pretty boy.” Genesis replied as she leaned in closer to his face.

As she inched closer to his face, he mirrored her every movement, their noses brushing against one another, as if they were both longing for a kiss.

Their lips met gently, a tender kiss that sent him reeling. As she pulled back, her gaze locked onto his, while he held her throat, drawing her closer for another sweet embrace.

They started kissing fervently, their tongues entwined in a playful battle for supremacy, as she removed his snapback, her fingers weaving through his curly hair.

She sensed his free hand guiding her onto his lap, ensuring she felt at ease as she settled in.

As his free hand slid down her backside, giving it a firm squeeze, she could feel her panties growing damp with each passing moment. However, Jimmy soon recognized he was crossing a line and pulled back from the kiss, locking eyes with her.

“Shit, I’m sorry Gigi I didn’t mean for this to get far. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable mamas.”

Genesis shocked her head, “Jimmy it’s okay it's just an innocent kiss right?”

“Yeah. An innocent kiss for sure. But…I wanna kiss you some more before we get ready.” She was determined to stand her ground on this matter, as it was a necessary step following her defeat in the game.

Genesis bent down, showering his lips with a few more tender kisses, lingering for just a moment longer before finally pulling away. She had never felt this at ease kissing anyone like she did with Jimmy, who kissed as if he were a deity of romance.

Glancing at her Apple Watch, she realized it was time to prepare. She slid off his lap, snatched her towel, and made her way to the bathroom.

At that moment, Jimmy felt an intense arousal coursing through him, his desire as solid as stone after their shared experience—he realized he needed to address this situation before she noticed.

He lowered his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his impressive length that sprang up, making contact with his stomach as pre-cum dripped from the tip. He moistened his hand with saliva and began to stroke himself, lost in thoughts of Genesis.

Jimmy held Genesis in such high regard that he would go to any lengths for her—even if it meant angering his cousin Zilla to keep him away from her.

Unbeknownst to him, Genesis was lost in her own thoughts as she showered, her hands exploring her curves, fantasizing about the desires she longed to share with him—she would abandon her vow of celibacy for this man.

Their moans harmonized as Jimmy quickly stroked himself in the bedroom, while Genesis, lost in thought of him, rubbed her folds faster in the shower, both consumed by their shared fantasies.

“Fuck, Gigi.” Jimmy moaned softly, feeling his thumb brushing against his tip.

“Fuck, Jimmy.” Genesis moaned.

Jimmy envisioned delivering his gentle, deliberate strokes, varying the rhythm as her soft moans echoed his name. Meanwhile, Genesis fantasized about a similar scenario, with his hand gripping her throat, feeling every inch of him deep within her cervix.

He envisioned exploring every possible angle with her—gripping her hair, kissing her passionately as if he hadn't done so enough, especially coaxing her to arch her back just for him.

He yearned to share an intimate connection with her, not whatever Zilla was offering—and she felt the same desire.

Jimmy quickened the pace, tilting his head back in delight, his eyes rolling as he nibbled on his lower lip.

“My God Gigi, fuck.”

Genesis clung desperately to the wall handle, her body moving rhythmically as she softly moaned his name, lost in pleasure.

“J-Jimmy…”

Her eyes fluttered as she imagined him pleasuring her, consuming her entirely as if she were his own—bringing her to a climax she had never known before.

She sensed that she was lowering her defenses for Jimmy Uso, the man she worked alongside. However, uncertainty loomed over her as she hesitated to embrace anything serious. Despite his growing influence on her feelings, she was wary of potential heartbreak and resolved to maintain her cool demeanor in his presence.

Jimmy felt his legs give way and his muscles tense, his arousal intensifying as he gripped himself tighter, aware that he was on the brink of release.

The more he pondered her, the stronger his desire grew to be close to her and shield her from whatever schemes Zilla had in mind, as the thought of her being exploited for his cousin's carnal desires filled him with dread.

Genesis felt her legs weaken as a coil of tension twisted in her stomach, her fingers moving rapidly over her folds, nearly stifling a gasp.

She longed for his presence at that moment, eager to playfully smear his face with a delightful mess.

He longed for her presence at this moment, to adorn her beautiful face with his warm essence, creating a masterpiece that felt utterly exquisite.

“I’m finna cum, oh m-my g-goddd.” She whimpered softly.

“I’m finna nut, Genesis fuck. Genesis.” Jimmy whispered softly in a shaking breath.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, they surrendered to their desires, climaxing together as Jimmy's warm essence erupted in thick streams onto his hands, creating a chaotic scene between Genesis's thighs, while both of them gasped for breath, lost in their own worlds.

Genesis knelt down, allowing the water to cascade over her body, soothing her after the intense climax she had just experienced, her heart racing in her chest, while Jimmy mirrored her actions in the bedroom.

Can’t believe that just happened.

Genesis had just finished her interview with Zelina regarding the US Title match against Chelsea Green. As she glanced at her phone, realizing the show was nearing its end, a deep sigh escaped her lips as she recalled the intimate moment of kissing Jimmy for the second time.

This was a first for her, especially considering her past with Quincy before their divorce. He had a way of making her feel a certain way, but the emotions she felt with Jimmy were unlike anything she had ever known.

Whenever she is near him, a sense of safety and security envelops her, but the presence of someone like Zilla would likely instill fear; however, with Jimmy, she feels completely at ease.

As her thoughts drifted away, she suddenly heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, she was startled to find Zilla standing directly in front of her, prompting her to force a smile, secretly wishing it had been Jimmy instead.

“What’chu doing over here shawty?” Zilla asked.

“I’m just chilling until the show is almost over with, how about you?” Genesis said.

“I was just tryna see what you were on, but you free tonight?” And that’s when her heart dropped when she heard him ask that knowing the reason behind it. “Maybe? Why what’s up?”

Zilla knew this would be his chance to make a move trying to prove that he got more game than Jimmy.

“Well, I was tryna see if you wanted to hang out at my hotel room later? You know, chill and watch some movies.” She could see right through him that he just wanted to Netflix and chill and basically fuck her but she wasn’t going for it.

She pretended to think about it before speaking, “I’ll see if I’m not busy tonight—you might get lucky.” Genesis could see the smile on his face when she said that. “Bet. Imma text you my hotel room number aight?”

Genesis sighed heavily, her heart sinking as she watched him walk away. Deep down, she understood that tonight would not be theirs, for she had other plans with someone special.

She felt her phone beeping seeing a message from Jimmy.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: wya? I miss you lil mama

She messaged him back.

Gigi🤍: I’m backstage Jimmy why?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you tryna take a mini walk together get some fresh air?

A walk? That didn’t sound bad; she honestly needed to be honest.

Gigi🤍: yeah, I need it anyways where are you?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight bet. I’ll send you my location.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹 has shared their location with you.

Genesis rose from the equipment box, pulling on her hoodie, aware of the likely chill outside as she tracked Jimmy's whereabouts. Unbeknownst to her, Zilla was stealthily observing and tailing her movements.

He sensed something was amiss when she mentioned she would consider it, teasing him with the notion that he would be fortunate tonight—playing games with him as if he were a fool. He trailed after her until he caught sight of her with his cousin once more, and it infuriated him to witness Jimmy embracing her, his arms encircling her waist while she tenderly stroked his cheeks.

He listened in on their conversation.

“I missed you all day Gigi. They got me and twin working and doing these backstage segments together after that we out there fighting our asses off.”

Zilla sighed in exasperation as he listened to his cousin complain about his night’s responsibilities, while he observed his cousin and Genesis strolling together outside the arena's entrance.

He trails behind them, eager to catch every word of their discussion. Zilla observes as Jimmy's hand glides down to rest on Genesis's waist, drawing her nearer, while his other hand remains tucked in his pocket.

“Well you guys are making a statement here for the tag division Jimmy.”

“You didn’t miss me?” Zilla could hear her chuckle at Jimmy.

“Yes. Dummy I missed you, I was hoping you’d come to my rescue earlier.” Was she on the verge of bringing up their discussion regarding his invitation to her hotel room? Just then, he caught Jimmy saying something. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Well, it wasn’t something. It was about your cousin.”

As Genesis and Jimmy strolled deeper into the shadows for a moment of intimacy, Zilla quietly followed, unnoticed. He concealed himself behind the building, observing the couple as Jimmy's hands shifted from her waist to her backside, drawing her in closer once more, eager to keep her near.

“What he say?”

“He wanted me to come to his hotel room to chill and watch a movie—and I don’t feel comfortable going.”

“Listen to me, don’t do it he’s a fuck boy. Ion need you hurting and crying when you’ve been through enough already.”

As Zilla gazed at Jimmy, she longed for him to be the one by her side, yet he always seemed to stand in the way when it came to Genesis.

“We can do that when we head back to our hotel room if that’s what you want, Gigi.”

Zilla fucking knew It. That asshole. Stealing all of the spotlight.

“I would loveee to watch a movie with you, pretty boy, but since I lost to you in soul calibur 5 you get to choose the movie tonight.”

“A’ight then lil mama.”

Pretty Boy?

Lil Mama

Were they together or just friends?

Genesis and he strolled side by side, engaging in a heartfelt conversation where he inquired about her life, while she shared insights into his world, fostering a bond of trust and openness between them.

Zilla followed them like an eagle trying to see what was happening between the two of them.

“You look gorgeous in that outfit tonight Gigi, I told you earlier didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah I know. But thank you, you look good too. I saw your attire for the match tonight.” Zilla watched as the two exchanged playful giggles and warm smiles, noticing how Jimmy gently cupped her chin, causing her to visibly soften in response.

“How good did I look for real though mamas?”

“Y-you looked real good Jimmy, like really good.”

Zilla watched as his cousin caressed her lips with his thumb, as if he were about to kiss her. It wasn't their first time in this playful dance; he recalled how Genesis had once laughed and gently shoved him away in a teasing manner.

“Get out my face boy, goofy ass.”

“Or what?” As Zilla watched, Jimmy lifted Genesis by her thighs, twirling her around as she squealed with laughter, begging him to stop.

“Jimmmmy! Put me down!”

��Will I get something in return if I do?”

“Yes! Yes! Now put me down nigga!”

She was ready to offer Jimmy something in exchange, but not for him? That infuriated him. All the bitterness he felt towards his cousin stemmed from the way Jimmy had Genesis completely under his control, effortlessly snatching her away from him.

Zilla approached her first, securing her phone number, and then Jimmy arrived, instantly captivating her—Zilla was determined to get what he desired, even if it meant taking down his cousin to make a statement.

Genesis completely escaped Jimmy's thoughts until it was too late, and that really messed Zilla up. He had noticed Genesis yawning and softly rubbing her eyes.

“You ready to go Gigi?”

“Yeah, I’m getting sleepy.”

“A’ight c’mon lil mama, let's go back to our hotel rooms for tonight.”

Zilla crouched behind the building, careful not to be seen as he watched Jimmy and Genesis stroll by, with Jimmy's arm casually resting over her shoulder.

Atlanta Marriott Marquis Hotel - 9:30PM

As Jimmy and Genesis prepared for sleep, he selected a film for their viewing pleasure—a Tyler Perry classic, Diary Of A Black Woman—while they settled into their separate beds, facing one another.

Genesis stole a glance at Jimmy, whose gaze was locked onto the movie flickering on the TV. She attempted to immerse herself in the film, yet his striking side profile, with hair cascading over his face, compelled her to watch him instead. The way he brushed his fingers through his hair ignited a spark within her.

Particularly when he emerged from the shower, droplets glistening on his skin and a towel snugly fastened around his waist, revealing his chiseled physique and the intricate tribal tattoos that adorned his chest, cascading down to his arms and the nape of his neck, she felt an overwhelming urge to leap into his embrace.

As she settled into the cozy bed, her attention turned to the opening scenes of the movie. Suddenly, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted her focus. Curious, she glanced at the screen and saw a message from Jimmy, accompanied by one from Zilla as well.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: c’mere

Zilla🌀: wya shawty?

Without hesitation, she shot him a text before making her way towards Jimmy.

Gigi🤍: sorry maybe next time I got caught up on something tonight

Rising from the bed, she made her way to Jimmy, who awaited her with a patient gaze. She resembled a lost puppy in her nightgown and matching bonnet—he couldn't help but notice how the soft fabric draped over her curves, accentuating her figure beautifully despite its loose fit.

“Come lay down with me, you seem uncomfortable.” Jimmy said softly.

She settled beside him on the right side of the bed, slipping under the sheets while maintaining a comfortable distance between them, as they both enjoyed the movie together.

This film struck a deep chord within her, evoking memories of her marriage and the heartache of a miscarriage, all stemming from the relentless stress Quincy had caused, particularly during his infidelities. Jimmy noticed the profound impact it had on her, evident in her eyes, prompting him to gently pull her closer by the waist, catching her off guard as she turned to face him.

“Why you so far mamas? C’mere.” As he drew her nearer to his chest, she melted into his embrace, enveloped by his scent while his hands gently traced circles on her back.

He was comforting her the best way he could.

As he looked down at her, he noticed she was completely absorbed in the film, oblivious to his presence, which brought to mind that she still had a debt to settle with him from before.

He gently lifted her chin, compelling her to gaze into his eyes. She met his gaze, her eyes locked onto his, while he cast a glance down at her lips.

“You know you still owe me something in return Gigi.”

Genesis raised an eyebrow at him recalling the events that took place on their mini walk together, “I do not know what you mean sir.”

“Don’t play with me Gigi.”

“I’m not though Jimmy, ion know what you want from me.”

As soon as she caught him glancing at her lips, she understood his intentions behind the favor she owed him for his playful twirl. With a playful smile, she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, which he found quite entertaining.

“Gimme’ some more.” She gave him a few more pecks on the lips. “More Gigi.”

After she showered him with a few more gentle kisses on the lips, it quickly escalated into an intense makeout session. His hand instinctively found its way around her throat, drawing her closer as their kiss deepened.

She couldn't deny that Jimmy was an exceptional kisser, more skilled than she was, yet he approached it with such tenderness, ensuring she felt at ease throughout the experience.

His tongue danced within her mouth while she felt his hand gripping her ass—his palm striking one cheek, eliciting a soft whimper from her amidst their passionate kisses.

He gently drew her onto him while sitting upright against the headboard, showering her jawline and neck with tender kisses, yet he chose not to advance any further.

She instantly sensed the warmth pooling between her thighs, fully aware that he was experiencing it as well.

This marked their third kiss since their last one at the club just yesterday; her fingers wove through his hair as he held her hips tightly, anchoring her in his embrace.

She sensed his arousal pressing against her as he thrust his hips upward, inviting her to experience it.

Neither of them had a clue about what was happening between them recently. It was as if that kiss they shared at the club yesterday had suddenly forged a deep connection between them.

He grabbed her face, “open yo’ mouth” As she experienced the sensation of his warm saliva filling her mouth, he kissed her passionately, their tongues entwined and their saliva blending together in an intimate dance.

Jimmy had pressed her down onto the bed, their fingers laced together as they lost themselves in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the movie playing in the background. However, Genesis needed a breather; she gently pulled away from the kiss, gazing up at him with wide eyes.

He kissed her lips some more then placed wet kisses onto her neck. “J-Jimmy….”

“What’s up Baby?” Another nickname slipping from his gums. “Oh shit I’m sorry lemme’ get up.” Before he could move she stopped him shaking her head.

“It’s okay. Stop panicking. I'm fine Jimmy. I'm comfortable with this and I’m comfortable with you.” Genesis said with her hand caressing his cheek.

“Yeah? You comfortable with me?”

“Mhm, very comfortable with you.” She kissed his lips. “I think it was the best decision to share a room with you instead of by myself—I was scared because of Zilla and what he’ll do.” His eyes softened up when she spoke.

“I hope I didn’t make Trin mad. I just needed to share a room with someone and you were the only person I talked to the most.” Jimmy had caressed her cheek.

“Listen to me, I am here for you okay? If you need I’m one call away and I’ll be there. As for Trin, don't worry about her, she isn’t important to me aight?” Genesis nodded head. “This right here stays between us Gigi.”

“Okay, Pretty Boy.”

As they snuggled into the bed, she rested her head on Jimmy's chest, their eyes glued to the movie, until the gentle rhythm of their breathing lulled them both into a peaceful slumber.

That's when Genesis realized that Jimmy had her back.

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Forgive me

Relationship: Priest Gerard way x afab reader

Tags: smut, priest kink, first time, making out, moaning, dirty talk, hand jobs, semi-public sex, love bites, Catholic guilt, fingering if you squint, SHAMEEE, using the Lords name in vain, a little bit of angst?, calling him father (sexually), unprotected sex, corruption kink?, nipple stuff

Summary: Y/n has been having some unholy thoughts since befriending and crushing on her priest, so she decides to go confess and uuhhh things don't exactly go as planned...

A/N: HELLO I FINALLY FINISHED IT! i just wanna preface this with the fact that i dont know JACK SHIT about churches or priests or anything of the sort. Therefore if i fuck something up or its super inaccurate THEN IM SORRY!!!!! also this isnt proofread lol sorry

Word count: 3344

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You weren’t too sure whether you bought religion all too much but there was one thing that kept you going back to church (no, not the catholic guilt.) The super hot priest leading all the services of course.

You knew that practically and realistically nothing would ever happen, but what was the harm in a little eye candy for you on a Sunday. Aside from his great looks, he was genuinely a great guy - you had spoken to him after mass once and from then on the two of you got to know each other, becoming good friends. He was younger than most priests so he was easy to talk to and his name was Gerard.

To you he was perfect: funny, kind and totally sexy - if you were ignoring the elephant in the room. You knew priests didn’t have relationships - you knew they didn’t have sex, but that wasn’t enough to discourage the little crush on him you could feel forming. Maybe you were being deluded but you could’ve sworn he felt something too. You felt it in the eye contact he held for just a few moments too long every time and in his unprompted invitations for coffee together and how he blushed slightly when he asked you. Of course you had to wake yourself up from all that - he’s just being kind and welcoming, that’s basically half his job.

Lately however, you had been struggling to repress these thoughts about him - in fact they had been getting worse (and far more sexual) by the day. It was getting out of hand so you decided you needed to confess. To Gerard or to God? You hadn’t quite figured that out yet.

It was late on a Friday night when you pulled up outside the church, you knew Gerard would be there - he always was around this time. You didn’t exactly know what he did in his alone time but you assumed it consisted of sitting in the pews, contemplating and admiring the grand stained glass windows. You were surprised, however, to find him up on the sanctuary leaning on the altar. He was facing the cross but he had his head hung low, hair cascading over his face. He didn’t notice you come in, so when you walked over and said his name it startled him slightly as he whipped around to face you.

“Oh hey y/n! I- uh- I didn’t expect you here, whats the matter?” He exclaimed - still a little shaken from your mini jump-scare. You noticed he was acting a little off - he was avoiding eye contact, nervously pushing back his hair and you could’ve sworn he was blushing (but in the dim light of the church it was hard to tell.) It felt like you had caught him doing something he didn’t want you to know about.

“Are you okay?” You asked, ignoring his question due to your concerns.

“Yeah,yeah I’m fine, you just caught me in the middle of my confession that’s all. Uhh what are you here for?”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m here to confess something too actually”

“Cool, do you wanna go into the-“ He lifted his hand to gesture towards the confessional before you cut him off.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You blurted out without even thinking. Gerard stopped dead in his tracks. He began stuttering and stumbling over his words (if you could even class it as words they were so broken). Naturally, you did the only thing you could think of to shut him up…

You stepped towards him and kissed him on the lips. You weren’t expecting that kind of confession from yourself and judging by his wide eyes and slack jaw, neither was he. Despite the shock of what you did, you both stayed deathly still, searching for answers in eachothers eyes. Nothing but the sound of your breaths filled the church but with the shame you felt, you could’ve screamed.

“Im so sorry, I should just go-“ you were actively turning to leave when Gerard cut you off.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either” he whispered, putting his hands on your waist to stop you from leaving - his grip was light and hesitant but firm enough to keep you in place. He couldn’t quite believe what he was doing, he knew the rules and he’d never even thought about going against them until you. You were worth it to him. “What do you think I was confessing hm? Every time I see you I just wanna give up my chastity right there and then. You don’t know what you fucking do to me.” By the end of his sentence his whispers had morphed into a low growl, you’d never heard him curse like that and god was it hot. He had broken eye contact and hung his head in shame of his dirty confession. You lifted his chin with your index finger so you could stare deeply into his eyes once more.

“Please Father...” You spoke in a hushed whisper, gazing up at him through your lashes. His eyes widened slightly, and only momentarily, but just enough for you to catch the look in his eyes. Contained in that one subconscious movement, you saw the sinful cocktail of horror and lust that filled him. You could tell he’d had some sort of realisation but you couldn’t place what it could be.

Oh-

Calling him father turned him on.

Time stood still, seconds felt like years, both of you too scared to move and lose this tension. Deep down, you knew it was wrong - and so did he - but in this moment you didn’t want to accidentally come to your senses. As more and more of these weighted seconds passed, your faces drew closer and closer as if there was a cosmic pull between you. Breathing gradually becoming faster and heavier with silence growing louder, you could hardly contain your unholy thoughts. One in particular making your breath hitch at the mere idea - finally breaking the ever-growing tension.

Suddenly, Gerard’s hands flew from your sides up to your face - lips crashing into yours with unbearable desperation. It was like he had never touched anyone like this before in his life - because he hadn’t. His grip on your face was strong like he was trying to drink every inch of you before he died of thirst. The kiss was messy and untamed, inexperienced too but far more passionate than you’d had before. He wasn’t shy to let his tongue roam around your mouth, his eyes scrunched tightly shut as if trying not to wake up from this dream he was living. Trying not to remember where and who he was. In that moment all he knew was you.

Gerard was clearly not holding back - letting out any moans, whimpers and groans that threatened to emerge from his throat like a horny teenage boy. He had gotten a taste of you and he wasn’t going to stop there. From a priest, you had expected a soft, gentle, caring touch much like his regular demeanour. This was far from that. He was filled with pure, pent up, desperation. The fact he was doing it with you - the girl he had not long ago repented for all his unholy thoughts about - only fuelled his loving lust further.

Gerard’s hands slid back down towards your waist - this time with no reminiscence of his former hesitance - digging his fingers into your flesh and pulling you impossibly close. The force making you hum a moan into his lips, only causing him to groan louder and grip you tighter. You were sure it would leave a mark. With your new proximity you could feel the outline of his erection against your pelvis. You started to grind against him, subtly trying to gauge his size.

Fuck.

You let out a whimpering moan. You weren’t sure if you could even take him but you knew you needed it. Now. You broke the kiss to speak “Please- “ drunk on your lips Gerard pulled you back into the kiss almost immediately and you chuckled at his impatience. “Please- “ you broke out again but Gerard insisted on kissing you between every word.

“Touch- Me- Father- “ you managed to get out between kisses - using his title again because you loved what it did to him. He spun you both around so you were leaning slightly on the altar for support. He didn’t seem to notice as he was so occupied on you, but to you being on the altar felt so wrong it was perfect. Just like every corruption fantasy you’d ever had about Gerard - practically defiling the altar felt so erotic and leaving your mark on his swollen lips turned you on more than you could tell. He began to move his kisses to your jaw, pecking all the way up to your ear, inhaling sharply through his nose, taking in your scent.

“God I’ve been thinking about you like the for so long” Despite everything he had already gone against this evening, his blasphemy still caught you off guard. Things had changed so quickly and you were scared he was acting off of impulse rather than true desire.

“Gerard- Ah- Are you sure?” His only response to your question was a series of hums of agreement and arousal, sucking a spot below your ear that made your whole body tingle. “Gerard-“ you continued, trying to be considerate but being cut off by your own moans. Gerard didn’t seem to share your concern, muffled an against your skin he began to speak.

He placed a sloppy kiss in between your collarbones and you felt a shift in his demeanour. He brought his head up to rest his forehead on yours. There was a quiet moment, both of you allowing your breathing to slow, occasionally syncing up and breathing rhythmically together. “Can I… Can I take this off you?” He somewhat nervously tugged at the hem of your shirt. His words were cautious - nervous even - you remembered that this wasn’t just his first time, he was going against the thing he built his life around for you.

“Call me father.” If you weren’t soaking wet already, that sure would’ve done it. The last inkling of hesitation from within you was long gone with his request and you threw your head back finally letting go - calling out his title just as he had requested. With your head back Gerard had access to whole new areas of your neck and collarbones. You were leaning back on one hand so you brought the other up to rake through his hair, encouraging his kisses and pulling him closer - much to his liking. You let out a gasping moan as he sucked a sweet spot - there was no way all these hickeys were going anywhere anytime soon but you were far too aroused to think about what people would think about you here on Sunday.

“Please” you said reassuringly running your hands through his hair and pulling him in for one more kiss before his hands snaked under your top. He pulled his head away from yours for what felt like the first time in years and lifted the top over your head - tossing the garment into the pews of the church. He took a moment ogling at the sheer sight of your body. Admiring it and committing every small detail to memory. He reached out to rake his hands up your sides then over your boobs.

He reached behind you, struggling to unclasp your bra - you let out a small giggle and helped him out, pulling it off and leaving you fully exposed in the cold church air. The chill that caused your nipples to harden was short lived as Gerard took one nipple sloppily into his warm, wet mouth. If you thought he couldn’t moan any more than he already had, you were dead wrong. The way he was getting off on worshipping your body could’ve made you finish right then. He used one hand to grope your other breast, occasionally squeezing and stimulating your nipple. His other hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you steady. Strings of moans escaped your mouth, for someone with absolutely no experience, he caught on very quickly how to please you.

While he was occupied you took the opportunity to remove your trousers and shift to sit fully on the altar. You gently gripped Gerard’s wrist and guided his hand from the small of your back, down towards your pussy. With only your underwear as a barrier, Gerard palmed you through them. He broke his contact with your boob to stare down at the mess you had made of your underwear, soaking was an understatement. Pupils blown wide; whimpering breaths; jaw hanging open - maybe he was a bigger mess than you were.

“Fuck your so wet” He groaned as he continued to feel you through your soaked pants, his middle finger occasionally running right along your slit giving your clit a taste of some much needed friction. Gerards eyes flicked up and down almost rapidly - unsure whether to look down there or up at your face contorting with pleasure as he grazed over your sweet spot. Wherever he was looking, he was taking in and analysing your reactions to quickly learn what made you tick.

“Please father, I need you” You said, getting a little impatient with all Gerard’s teasing. He wanted to give you what you wanted and started to unbutton his shirt. That was before you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No! Keep that on… I like it” You said, giving him a faux-innocent look and hooking your finger over his clerical collar, hoping he’d get the memo.

“Was that your plan all along?” He asked teasingly, reaching down to unbuckle his belt instead. “Did you come here just to fuck your priest hm?” You were absolutely stunned by his questions. Your jaw dropped and you nodded hesitantly. “You’re so fucking dirty” He said huskily, finally letting his cock spring free from his boxers. You were in complete awe of his size and you practically moaned at the sight- you thought about what a waste it was for him to be celibate with a dick like that, well not anymore you supposed.

His dick was so hard it almost looked painful, it was completely flushed with the tip even more so and he already had beads of precum rolling down his length (you also spotted a wet patch on his boxers from it.) You reached out to touch him, going gently at first, and he hissed at the contact. You pumped your hand up and down a few more times, falling into a steady rhythm making Gerard’s head fall back. With his head back like that, you could see his slight stubble and you wanted absolutely nothing more than to mark him up with some pretty lovebites that he’d struggle to hide tomorrow. You decided against it but still planted some lighter kisses on his neck.

Gerards moans were becoming increasingly loud and more frequent and just then he gripped your wrist to stop your rhythm. “Fuck-“ He whimpered trying to catch his breath. “Let me fuck you.”

“Please” you whined in response. Gerard hooked his finger around your underwear, pulling them to the side. “Forgive me” he whispers so quietly you barely caught it, before he lined himself up and plunged into you. Both of you groaned at the new sensation. He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size as you clenched around him. Eventually, he drew back for the first time and pushed back in. You could never even describe the pleasure it brought you - even at the achingly slow pace he started at.

With each slow thrust, whimpers escaped his throat - they morphed into whines as he gradually sped up. You couldn’t tell if he was gaining confidence in his movements or just speeding up out of bare desperation. Every time he grazed the sweet spot that made you clench around him, he strived harder to hit it again - the added stimulation driving him crazy. You made an effort to hold eye contact with him, watching his face contort with pleasure he’d never felt before could’ve made you orgasm right then. You felt fucking incredible but you need just a little more.

“Fast- fuck- Faster Father” you moaned out, mouth agape staring into his blown pupils. Gerard obliged, hooking his arms around your thighs - he did it with the intention of keeping you steady, but what it did was create a whole new angle into of you. Each roll of his hips felt about ten times better, he was hitting all the right places at just the right speed. The altar was now creaking loudly beneath you, reminding you of where you were (which honestly only spurred you on.)

With the new angle and speed you could feel your core tightening - climax growing closer. You leaned in, capturing his lips in another messy and untamed kiss. Your walls squeezed tighter around him, practically milking him at this point. You slipped your hand between the two of you to stroke circles on your clit and you noticed every few thrusts Gerard’s hips would falter slightly - he was getting close too.

With your fingers on your clit, his dick deep inside of you and the thought of how wrong this was, your orgasm crashed over you in a wave. Your screams of pleasure funnelled straight into his mouth. Gerard was still pushing into you, chasing his own orgasm. Your pussy spasmed around him and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck somethings happening- I- Oh my god- Where do I-“ Gerards words spilled out. It was such a foreign feeling to him and he had never felt better.

“Cum in me Father” you whined out, still in the aftershocks of your orgasm - overstimulated and almost hazy. Gerard complied moaning and whining, his thrusts had almost no rhythm now as you felt ropes of his white, hot cum spill into you. “Oh, God.” He moaned out as he filled you with the last of his cum. Was he talking to you or god? You couldn’t quite tell.

Both of you were spent, coming down from your peaks and you rested your heads on each other’s shoulders - him still inside of you. The room felt eerily quiet without the sounds of sex - just the same heavy breathing this all started with. After about a minute he pulled out (eliciting one last groan from the both of you), tucked himself back into his boxers and did up his belt. He turned to walk away and you were scared for a second that he was leaving but he went to retrieve your clothes that were carelessly discarded into the pews. He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed, neither of you said a word.

You felt so guilty, sure the thought of corrupting him like that was what turned you on in the moment, but now - even after he had broken his celibacy for you - he was taking the time to make sure you were clean, dressed and okay. It just reminded you why you liked him, he was genuinely a great guy, he never had bad intentions and he was so caring. You were sure you’d never be able to see him again after this and just the thought upset you.

He had an almost sorrowful, clearly pensive, look on his face - probably trying to figure out what’s gonna happen now. Ideally he would just repent and break contact with you, but could he really give you up now? After he got exactly what he’s been dreaming about? He really wasn’t sure.

You decided you needed to break this silence you were sat in, once you were dressed, you got to your feet and looked up into his eyes. “What do we do now?” You asked - almost tearing up a little.

“I- I don’t know”

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