cw | suggestive. black fem!reader. wlw. MEN DNI. she’s not with smoke. tiny mention of homophobia. allusions to cunnilingus. lowk reader act like preacher boy @ the end oops :3 word count: 1.4K
The Mississippi sun had been tucked away in the thick clouds, and a hush rolled over the shop, creating a soft, illuminated look to the room. The familiar scent of sandalwood incense clung to the fabrics surrounding you. Business has been slow this week, ain’t no orders. Ain't a wandering eye in the windows. The scuff marks on the floor reminded you that it would get busy again; time just needed to stretch its legs.
And maybe it heard you.
Because just as you turned your back toward the counter, the bell chimed. “Welcome in.” You nodded, the once furrowed brow lifting with curiosity.
"You the seamstress that I'm always hearing good things about?" Her eyes stayed on yours, letting the calm energy speak words she didn't need to.
“I’m hopin’ I can be that seamstress fo' you! What you need?” A tingle ran through you, realizing your service was essential. You needed the money for sewing materials, food, and a roof over your own head.
“The chest area on this dress here, s’a little tight. I just need it to be expanded or somethin'. You think that could be done?”
“I don't see why not! That’ll be ten.”
“Ten?” The woman laughed, not cruel but knowing. “Naw baby, I ain’t rich.”
Usually, you don’t make deals with clients, but you understood the struggle. She looked like someone who worked hard for every dollar in her pocket— She knew labor.
“Alright, seven fifty?” You tried a lower number, but tried not to play yourself.
“I can make that work.”
A smile had been crafted on her face when you took the deal. The lady unfolded the item that needed altering, a well-sewn, orange, cotton-rayon dress.
"If you don't mind, I need to take a few measurements." You grabbed the measuring tape from the small coffee table that rested behind the register, placing it around your neck.
"I don't mind at all. You gon need me to put it on right? There's a zipper on here that I always tussle wit'. I'm gon' need a bit of help."
You took in a sharp breath, your body beginning to buzz, thinking about helping her slide on that beautiful dress. You remembered the old ladies in the church, whispering about women like you-- folk they said were sinful, unnatural. Folk they pretended didn't belong.
“That’s fine by me.” You nodded your head. “I just need you to sign your name here!” Your hands snatched the loose paper and pen, placing the notepaper facing her, handing the pen to her faithfully.
She leaned onto the counter to write her name. You hoped the gulp wasn't audible. Your eyes gazed down at her chest; you were no better than a man. "Thank you, ma'am." The once blank paper had a soft signature that read 'Annie'. That name sounded familiar, and now that you thought about it, so was her face. You had seen her before. When the mundane smell of incense had been introduced to your senses once again, that's when it clicked.
"You the one wit’ that Hoodoo shop? Down on Terrance Road?" When she heard you realized who she was, those big brown eyes found a sparkle in them.
"Mhm," Her head nodded with the syllables.
"I was waitin’ on you to notice, I ‘member you coming in and buyin’ that sandalwood not too long ago." That nostalgic feel to the way she spoke only made the memory clearer.
"That's right! Usually I’m good wit' rememberin' faces. Everythin’ going well down there?" You started up conversation.
“As well as it could.”
Her shoulders fell after shrugging, she most likely didn’t want to speak about work when she was off. So you didn’t impede. “I ain’t tryna rush you, Miss Annie, but whenever you’re ready, the dressing room is that white door.” You tilted your head in the direction of it.
When Annie turned to see where she needed to go, you stole sinful glances at her. Her frame was perfect, the plaid sundress complimented her complexion. “Alright then.” She nodded and made her way to the dressing room. She didn’t spare any time trying to get the dress on. You didn’t want to ask because quite frankly, you weren’t sure if you could hide the desire to see her undraped. Then you began to hear her grunt, shuffling herself around into the dress.
“Miss Annie, you need help now?”
“Yes please.”
Slowly dragging in air, you headed towards to room. You carefully opened the door. “Zipper always givin’ me sum trouble.”
“S’alright,” Your jaw clenched, that orange against her brown skin could make flowers bloom in the winter. You began to tug at the dress’s zipper. it was almost as if it was glued in place.
“Damn, this zipper ‘bout stubborn as hell.”
“Ain’t it.” Annie huffed as you yanked continuously until it zipped up.
“Okay, let’s hurry up and get your measurements so you won’t be uncomfortable for long.” You held the door open for her. “You can gon ‘head ‘n step on that platform fo' me.”
She got on the podium, standing in front of the mirror. You were too busy staring at her to notice her looking at you through the reflection. Her lips curled as she noticed that lingering look.
“Do you mind liftin’ your arms?”
Without a word she raised her arms, keeping her sight set on you to hold eye contact. You told her what to do but she was in control. The flimsy measuring tape had made a quiet flick as you quickly took it off your neck.
You wrapped it around her bust, and the tape gently stretched around her body. You met the ends of the tape and pulled it snug.
“Thirty-eight and a half.” You muttered under your breath as you went to write her bust measurement right next to her name. “You can go back and change! I got a hanger waitin’”
You tidied up the register, throwing away wrappers and old receipts. You hadn’t heard that much movement from Annie. “Ma’am, you can—”
She was turned to you, one hand perched on her hip.
“Don’t you think I’m gon need some help gettin’ it off?” With one raise of her brow, you were quick to your feet. You followed behind her, acting like the sinful shadow. No mojo bag could keep you from her.
She walked into the dressing room, waiting for you to get yourself situated. Another breath was taken from the atmosphere when your hands found the zipper again. “Lemme know if this hurt, Miss Annie.”
You made sure to not yank the zipper, keeping every moment more gentle than the last. You got it down to where she could pull it on her own, but she wanted you to do it. She led you to the water; she just needed you to drink.
And you did.
You swiftly unzipped the rest for her. “Um— Anythin’ else I can do for ya’?”
“Mm’, I don’t think so.” She shook her head, the sundress slung around her shoulders. Annie kept her modesty in check, holding it by a thread. “You always this sweet?” A chuckle left her lips, and she toyed with the beads on her necklace.
“Um… I dunno ma’am.”
She turned to face you, her stare seductive and dominant. “You’ve been staring at me like that the entire time I done been in here.”
Your throat went dry.
“Annie— I ain’t mean nothin’ by it.” Your eyes widened as she stated the obvious fact: you were staring. More than you should’ve. And if she slapped you across the face right now, you wouldn’t even be surprised.
“Ain’t nobody say I had a problem wit’ it.”
Annie’s hand moved to your chin, tilting your head so your eyes had nothing else to do but meet hers. "You gon' keep starin'," she hummed, her thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, "or you gon' do somethin' 'bout it?"
Your breath hitched. You leaned into her warmth. The kiss was careful, you were getting a feel of the shape of her lips, something that you would never forget. But when she kissed you back, she gave you all the permission you needed.
Soon enough, your hands were resting on her waist. Her mouth opened just slightly and you sighed into it, near dizzy from how sweet she tasted. "Don't start somethin' you can't finish now." Annie rushed her words in between the sentences, hungry to get her lips back onto yours.
"I know the way of a woman." You became bold in a blink, her presence was intoxicating. Then you lowered down onto your knees, you looked up at her through your eyelashes.
Includes; mentions of sex, fluff, banter, awkward!Elias, friends to lovers, slow burn, self pleasure, modern AU, reader is from Alabama and visits durin’ the summer/holidays.
Word count: 1,927
Thought I’d tag those who anticipated this the most: @umber-cinders @storiesbyasl @migosis @westside-rot @greedyhoneyz I hope yall really like what I wrote and feel free to leave any constructive criticism!
AUTHORS NOTE: Finished this ‘cause ‘Love Jones’ inspired me. Everybody say ‘Thank you, Love Jones!’ And go watch it if you haven’t yet. Stat. It’s a requirement for black history month.
No soon as you stepped into the Mississippi Delta air, hoards of sweaty bodies exited the compact train behind you, nearly knocking you onto your ass. However, fortunately, the pillar a few spaces away prevented the possibility for embarrassment to occur.
Amidst the chaotic atmosphere; Elias Moore, who caught wind of your return, stood to your right. Of course you were too immersed playin’ Miss Priss to notice his intense yet curious gaze, the one that made you lose focus.
Each time he side stepped, you turned searchin’ for another thing you assumed needed fixin’. Then you side stepped and Elias managed to miss his chance again.
Eventually, you both turn in a synchronized manner, an awkward charm forcin’ the worst parts above the surface. The otherwise polished caricatures performed by you or him, evaporated.
“Elias… Moore?”
“The one and only.”
“Why- how did you… did Annie send you? That pretty woman scares me, I often think she knows my every move ‘cause of her hoodoo.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth.” He said, a little more out of step than usual if confronted by your presence.
Throat cleared, he adjusted his thermal black shirt tucked into his matching slacks; the large leather jacket hugged around his upper body shifting with his feet. “I mean, I heard you movin’ back here? Need help with business? What Smoke told me anyway. Your people know our people. You know how it is.”
“Elias if my people know your people, I’m scared to ask about the company I keep,” a soft breath left your pursed lips, the hand perched on your hip followed whatever you spoke, “Tell me why you’re really here.”
“We ain’t said nothin’ since we last…” His throat bobbed as he swallowed and flashed his deflection tactic straight at you, “not one word. Just wanted to see if you needed any help feelin’ welcomed. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” Your brow raised.
“Maybe more.. if you’ll listen instead of runnin’ that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Define more… Stack. You know I’ve got a long list of responsibilities waitin’ on me.”
Stack. Bein’ addressed as Stack by you was like walkin’ across a fire pit, bare-assed and beaten from the inside out. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“Why you gotta go callin’ me Stack? Call me Elias, ‘Lias. Anythin’ but what just came out your mouth.”
“Watch yours and I’ll think about it.” You sneered sweetly, arms crossed over your chest.
You knew you hit a nerve from the way Elias sucked his teeth, the toothpick between the pearly whites on the brink of snappin’ if he clenched any harder.
But, what you didn’t know is he was tryin’ to not get anymore hard than he was. ‘Cause if he did, he knows it’d just draw attention to his problem and you.
The last thing he needed was a SmokeStack twins foe hot on your tail, puttin’ you in grave danger. Literally.
“Listen, alright? Lemme help you, I know a place close by, real quaint. I’ll take you to dinner. Nothin’ wicked. Just two grown folk handlin’ business and catchin’ up. Sound good?”
“Maybe.”
“Woman.” Elias turned away then back, his nose scrunched momentarily.
“Better than what you usually call us women. You outta start workin’ on that too.”
With a shake of his head, Elias scoffed and reached for your hand, his dark eyes squinting at your refusal to comply.
“Y/n/n.”
“‘Lias.” You countered, unwilling to budge on account of his disrespect nor impatience.
“Watchu want me to do y/l/n? Hm? ‘Cause I for damn sure ain’t beggin’.”
“Guess it’s not that important then.” You said, the faintest grin curving the corner of your mouth then directed your attention onto the color of your dress like it were the most curious thing in the world.
Too exhausted, too hot, too sexually frustrated to deal with your fussy bratty behavior, but too respectful to act careless like he normally would in a situation like this. He began counting backwards under his breath, then eyed you.
“Please get your stubborn ass on, so we can discuss business.”
“Nicer… fine, let’s go.”
The loudest sigh of relief left him, although didn’t last long as you whipped your head around, glarin’ and his hands shot up instinctively, though soon fell onto his hips once you both began trudging through the humid afternoon.
A year had passed since then, and business went much slower than when you first arrived.
And with slow days, came heat waves, overthinking, and lust.
Lust… definitely occupied your mind tonight.
“Elias..” You moaned under your breath, tugging at the silk pillow case just under your fluffy y/h/c strands, plush thighs squeezed tight together, back arched off of the bed the slightest bit. “Mmf.. fuck, please.” Your keen whine echoed in your ears, a subconscious reminder you’d regret touching yourself to him once the clarity dawned later. But until then, you rubbed slow circles on your clit, imagining the man you shared sexual chemistry with munching your box.
“Sugar, imma need you to be decent, we got some talkin’ to do and I don’t get to see you ‘cept six months out of the year.”
Flushed cheeks tingling, you yank your hand from your shorts, y/e/c eyes wide as Elias opened your bedroom door, eager to admire your disheveled appearance, damn near trippin’ on his own two feet trudging past the entryway.
“Fuck baby.. I ain’t mean to disturb you-“
“Shut up! Dont start!”
“Pretty lady,” He started anyway, his brow raised subtly, head jutted forward a bit, darin’ you try him. “You hit your head on that little headboard of yours for I came in? ‘Cause two seconds ago I heard you moanin’ for my tongue and now you want my mouth closed? Somethin’ ain’t addin’ up sugar.”
“How the hell would you know? I didn’t moan that!”
“I don’t care what you moaned, I know you. I know your body. And I know that pretty pussy of yours is beggin’ for somethin’ flat and wet. Ain’t it? Dont lie now.”
“You’re so gross.. how do you say the sweetest things to me and then turn around to proclaim you’re a certified pussy eater waitin’ to chow down?”
“Can’t blame me for wantin’ a taste. Bet she tastes as good as you’d look with those there thighs wrapped around my neck.”
“God, I’m tired, leave me alone.”
“I could fuck you to sleep if you let me.”
“Is that all you think about? Good pussy?”
“Don’t act like you don’t think about it just as much as I do, sweetness. You ain’t no better than the rest of us Sinners. But, I’ll tell you what, since you so pretty, I’ll help you up onto that high horse of yours. He’s been waitin’ for a ride from you for quite some time anyway.” Elias said, a devilish grin pulled at his sickeningly perverted face, his thumbs tucked under his belt loops.
It seemed every time you saw the man of your affections, you were constantly in a predicament.
You supposed today wouldn’t be any different. His excitement all too clear and confident demeanor returned around your particularly once the two of you grew closer with time.
Steppin’ off that same train he knew too well and as did you, like it were apart of some routine Elias and you had goin’
You huffed a soft breath, arms crossed.
“Hurry up and get your smart ass comment out the way before I decide I’m needed elsewhere.”
“See that cute ass of yours filled out nicely since the last time I seen you,”
“Stack.. asses don’t grow in nine months.”
“Shit, sugar, you’re cornbread fed. Your family knows how to throw down in the kitchen. And if you woulda given me a couple weeks, I coulda put you through the mattress, hell you’d probably be expectin’,” his intense flirtatious gaze focused on the Rolex huggin’ his wrist, then he glanced back to meet your incredulous eyes already watchin’ him, just how he liked. All mean, sassy, stubborn. Fuck, he can feel his dick stirrin’ to its full potential thinkin’ ‘bout the quirks he adored most from you. With a smug grin, Elias finished his sentence, “Nah, you’d be in labor, squeezin’ my hand real hard like you should somethin’ else of mine. Thoughts?”
“And prayers. You’re gonna need them if you keep playin’.”
“Who said I was jokin’? I could knock you up real good, give you a new reason to be walkin’ ‘round with a special kinda pep in your step. Maybe a little off kilter, but that’s just the-”
“If you finish your sentence, I fear you won’t ever be able to speak another again.” You jutted a finger at him, and pressed the ‘F5’ button on the vending machine you’d found your way to amidst the conversation between you and Elias.
“Quick at the draw, I like that in a woman. You trynna be mine?”
Ever smug, he propped himself against the cold surface, his stare somehow sexual and soft.
He licked his lips as he reached for your hip, pulling you into him.
You never did give him what he wanted, and so he didn’t fight you as you slapped his hand lightly, more concerned for your food than him. Typical.
“You should consider pickin’ up new lines instead of anythin’ breathin’ your general direction.”
“Nothin’ sweet as you has ever breathed near me. Can’t say many people do leave breathin’ ‘round me. But, you? I think I want you breathin’ a little harder, quicker, yeah.. bet I could make a livin’ off-“
While Elias rattled on about his obnoxious exaggerated well orchestrated fantasies of you. A small stubborn part of you wanted to rebuttal “Do you always talk this much, or am I your special brand of Henny?” But, you decided against it, semi-soft digits smoothing over your hoodie string.
“I wanna go dancin’ with you… will you come?”
Stopped mid bite into your chocolate bar, the sweet substance smeared across the corner of your mouth now, you swallowed, thinking maybe if you blink enough times, you’ll find the perverse best friend you knew well enough.
Instead, Elias remained planted in front of you, hands shoved inside his pockets, the usual grin present on his face. Except it’s not there for familiar reasons.
“Dance? With you?”
“Why not? Would you rather sit on my face? I like the sound of both.” he laughed, the sound warm like the scent of timber and whiskey. “Need you, baby. Don’t you need me too?”
You would’ve said ‘ew’ aloud if not for how your heart dropped below your chest. Hatin’ how he knew what got you based off the movies you watched whenever he frequented your place.
“Your greed sickens me…” It’s a half joke, but also joking protected you from vulnerability and Elias never seemed to mind. Knowing all too well the pros of deflection in uncomfortable situations.
“Pick you up at 8. Don’t be late,” licking his lips, he stepped forward, palms gently caressing your hips and kissed the center of your forehead, “wear those sexy string drawls I saw in your dresser the other day, I think I’ll be seein’ them too by the end of the night.”
Flustered, you begrudgingly laughed as you slapped his chest, shoving him away from you while you tried to accept the fact you were really going dancing with Elias Moore of all people.
This can’t be good for anyone, especially not you.
hey, i have a request! idk if you write for pearline from sinners but i have a request for her with a fem reader/oc? idc if its modern or not. a friends to lovers scenario? reader is kind of timid but somehow they end up scissoring? lmao ik that's broad but do your thing, i trust you. thank you <3
My Precious Pearl.
Black Fem!Reader x Pearline.
A/N: Yes, I can lovely anon! Enjoy. She is fine as hell, gorgeous, any synonyms to describe her, wheww. 😫
Summary: You were mustering up the courage to confess your feelings for your best friend, Pearline. While on your lovely business trip in the Smokey Mountains, with the biting chill of snow, and heat raising. You decided to confess your feelings for her.
Warnings: friends-to-lovers scenario, angst, praise, dirty talk, scissoring, fingering, multiple positions, head(both fems receiving), fluff, timid!reader, confession. AU where Pearline is alive, and not married, in the modern-day world.
You were timid and avoided conflict. Yet you were best friends with Pearline, while she was outgoing, and spontaneous whenever the two spent time together.
Pearline, she had a presence in the office, beauty, and brains. A face that brightens a room before she enters, smooth like silk.
However, feelings tend to deepen in friendships between two people, and it had to be you, and Pearline. Well…you haven't asked her about it yet, but all you can do is ask, be patient.
You were certain that she felt the same way, from the prolonged eye contact, and the sly curl of her lip. The way her palm rested over yours was subtle, but not for too long.
How could you tell her about your feelings, when you too stunned to speak to her? You’ve seen the woman, she’s fine as hell.
The spacious office smelled like citrus, cinnamon, and organic sage, and something sweeter that lingered from incense or air freshener. The dove gray tile floors were so squeaky clean that you could see your reflection, not a sight of a stain or a scrap of a shoe.
The soft hum of printers, and clicking of shoes across the pristine tilt, casual scent of fresh paper, roasted coffee, someone’s perfume, floral similar to a ocean breeze, and faint lavender soap, or aftershave.
You worked as a receptionist for your aunt’s corporate business, specializing in real estate, interior design, stocks, and finance.
A knock on your door interrupted your intense focus, as your gaze flickered toward your aunt, with her bright smile, and wit. With her brown skin, and brown tresses swinging over her back, sporting a tailored blacks suit, and sleek, black loafers with bows adored her feet.
“Hello, my lovely niece. Are you prepared for today?” Your aunt, Diana asked kindly, her hands clasped together like a loving prayer.
You blinked twice, squinting at her. Attempting to put the pieces together as a puzzle—wait, it was the business trip for yourself, and your employees.
You rose from your desk chair, with your palms slamming atop the glass desk, your jaw dropped, perplexed. “Oh shit! It’s the business trip, today?”
Your aunt giggled lightly, with a nod. “Yes, it is. That’s why I asked you, and don’t worry about paying for anything. I got it.”
Your aunt, Diana was well aware of your feelings for Pearline, and showing full support. As for a another reason she planned this trip, she wanted it to be more romantic for couples, meaning you and Pearline.
“Don’t worry, I’ve packed light, and securely for the trip.”
“Good to hear, now go and talk to Pearline.” She encouraged, her hand gestures to the office out of yours.
The heat rose in your face, clearing your throat. Nervousness spread through you, before dragging out an embarrassed sigh. You were trying to but how?
“It's not that simple, Auntie. It's difficult.” You spoke, shrugging your shoulder nonchalantly.
Diana raised her chin, her lip faintly pursed. Her face softens slightly, caring, not convinced by what you were saying.
“Y/n, I'm sure that she feels the same way about you, and I see the way she looks at you. Besides, your aunt knows.” Diana reassured softly, nodding.
Your aunt was dating her business partner, Serena. Of course, she knew.
“Okay, okay. I'll go.” You exclaimed, waving her off.
You stepped out, and spotted Pearline by the printers, sporting a black tailored dress, and matching heels. Her black tresses swung over her shoulders, bounced with her movement. Heat rose upon your face, as you exhaled softly.
Nervous couldn't even describe the way you felt around her.
“Hey, Pearline. A-are you ready for this trip to the Smoky Mountains? I heard it’s very chilly up here,”
“Of course I am, I've already packed. I surely can't wait to spend my time there,”
“Actually, I—I mean..would you like to go with me, instead? Safe traveling together, and we can go together.”
Her lip curled into a mischievous smile, catching onto the question you asked, and the subtle hint.
“I would love to spend time with you in the cabin for the trip.”
“O-ok, that's great. Should I pick you up for the trip?”
“No, no. I'll drive instead, and I'll pick you up. I don't want you to exhaust yourself.” Pearline reassured you, her face softening at you.
Another reason to be in love with her, deeply, and truly.
“Great! I can't wait!”
That wasn't so difficult was it? It was the confession part.
———-
Pearline sat in the driver’s seat, her hands grasped on the steering wheel. Her brown eyes focused on the narrow, snow-filled road ahead, with the faint tire tracks in their path. You sat nervously down in the passenger’s seat, to be in this close proximity.
Your back leaned against the driver’s side door, causally waiting for Pearline to arrive, as the snow from the clouds began to fall gently.
Her car pulled up gently, and parked in the private lot, the soft rumbling came to a pause, and the locks clicked softly.
The two of you stepped out, slammed the doors. The locks clicked twice, and your breath came out in a cloud of chilly air.
The chimney blew clouds of grey smoke, the light brown logs settled in fours, with the four windows covered by deep red curtains. A door in the middle, it brought a cozy vibe to the snowy ambiance.
Pearline held out her hand toward you, as your hand grasped hers gently, her fingers intertwined with yours. Heart skipping a beat, yet your gaze flickered toward the railing attached to the stairs of the front door.
The two of you walked through the snow, boots crunching underneath, as her gloved cald hand rested on the wooden railing, ascending the stairs with a careful, slow pace.
Pearline’s hand shot out, her fingers curled around the metal ring of the keys, pulling them out. She stuck the key into the hole, twisting it. Her hand on the light brown wood, pushing it open, the creak of the hinges.
You stepped through the enterace, warmth engulfed you from the air conditioning. You stood in the middle of the cozy cabin, as your eyes roaming the place. Stainless steel spacious kitchen, a big couch, and a flickering fireplace.
Pearline locked the door shut behind herself, before gazing upon the coziness surrounding her. It felt like home, as the two of you settled inside, placing your bags in the bedroom.
The two of you walked over to the couch and gently plopped down. Your hand shot out, as her hands did as well, grabbing the Roku remote from the desk nearby, as your head rose in sync with hers, your deep brown eyes locked intensely, the glint in her eyes pulled you in.
“Uh…my bad..”
“It’s okay, no worries.”
You just had to say something.
“Can I see the remote, Pearline?”
You mentally face-palmed yourself on the forehead, as heat rose in your face, as your hand lifted from the remote, and Pearline passed it to you, thanking her kindly, with a faint smile, and a loving nod. You were still nervous around her, despite being all alone with her like this.
“Thanks,”
You pushed the button, and You pressed the button, and the TV lit up with an unexpected commercial. As you flipped through the channels, you finally stumbled upon one that played movies around the clock, which was great since you favored films over TV shows.
The two of you shared laughs, hot cocoa, and she cooked dinner for you. After dinner, the two of you returned to the couch. Your fingers deliberately grazing against hers.
“Hey, you've been quiet tonight. Is there something on your mind?” Pearline asked, her voice laced with concern.
You almost hesitated, but exhaled softly. “Yeah I'm just a little nervous about, that's all.”
Her expression softened with worry as she walked around the kitchen and headed straight for the couch, softly sitting down next to you with a slight smile.
Pearline gently took your hand, gazing into your eyes. Reflecting reassurance, and care. “Hey, whatever it is, I'm right here and you can tell me anything," she said simply.
You exhaled softly, breath hitching at her words, her touch. You wanted more.
“I’ve been struggling to confess my feelings for you, and I had to know you that, Pearline," You replied softly, eyes on her.
“You’re not the only one who's scared about that, Y/N.” She replied softly, her hand resting over yours. Her thumb swiped your palm, and a chill ran down your spine.
“Really? I don't want to fuck it up between us,” You exclaimed, your hands gesturing between herself, and you.
“You’re not, I feel the same way about you, and this trip was perfect for it. We’re alone, and we can express our feelings for each other. Am I right, baby?” Pearline asked sweetly, her tone was teasing.
Your hand cradled her face, pulling her in closer. Your lips crashed into hers, passionately, and hungrily, as Pearline leaned in, her lips brushed over yours, soft, warm, and coated with lip gloss, staining yours. You wanted to make a mess of her. Her mouth parted gradually, a moan escaping, pushing your tongue inside, hers twirling around yours in the opposite direction. Deliberate, steady, sloppily swapping spit.
"Do you want to follow me to the bedroom?" You asked, an audible, and seductive tone.
“Yeah,” Pearline answered shyly, her lips curled into a faint smirk.
Pearline stood up from the couch with you, still holding your hand, and led you to the bedroom, heart racing. The two of you made a beeline for it, as the door closed with a soft click.
You made your way toward the bed and gently plopped down, your arm pulling her closer to you. Leaning in her ear, “Take off your clothes for me, baby,” you said, your voice low, and teasing.
“Pearline, I need you..” you confessed softly, you moved her hands to your waist, her hands gripped tight, her fingers dug into your brown skin.
You inched closer as she mirrored your movement, your lips meeting her full, soft ones. She tilted her head, intensifying the kiss as your tongues danced together, saliva dripping down your chin. You swallowed each other's moans, your clit pulsing in excitement while your heart raced with exhilaration.
Your breasts are pressed closer against hers, with the heat rising into your bodies, your nipples hardened with hers from the sudden contact, tongues twirling, swapping spit between lip-locking, Pearline moaning softly.
Her lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your skin. You softly moaned, the pleasure coursing through your veins. Pearline’s soft hands cupped your breasts, her thumbs swiped her and she made your breath hitch. Your pussy clenched, and unclenched around nothing, in need. “Just like that..” you panted, clenching your thighs together.
Pearline latched her warm mouth on your erect nipple with her tongue swirling around your sensitive areola, sucking hard, and biting it gently. Sending chills down your spine, your back thrashed against the cushions. Your moans echoing through the house, as she switched to the other one, in the same treatment—licking, sucking, biting them until they were swollen. “Shit..Pearline..” she bites her lips at the sight of your glistening pussy.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," she whispered against your nipple.
"I wanted you so fucking bad.” you whispered back, your hand resting on the nape of her neck.
Her fingers sliding between your wet folds, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, your head fall back on the pillow. Your mouth fell open. “That’s my girl…” she praised, trailing kisses along your nipple, her fingers pinched them just hear you whine loudly.
You hips rolled against her pretty fingers as she played with your breasts, teasingly flicking her tongue on your nipples. “Oh shit.” she moaned softly, kissing you passionately.
Your hand sliding past her hips with your index finger rolling on her throbbing clit, “I-i want you to feel good too..” you whined softly, pumping your fingers in and out at the similar pace. Her cum coating your fingers, her moans vibrating across your nipples. She was better than your imagined, any fantasy.
Both of your juices gushed around each other’s fingers, moaning together with her as the both of you rolled your hips. Pleasure flowing through your body, as you panted lowly, “oh fuck!” you exclaimed loudly, nails clawing at her skin.
“Pearline, can you lay down for me?”
Pearline laid down on her back, as you crawled toward the woman as your hands rested beside her head, you leaned down, your lips descended upon hers as your tongue gradually slid across her soft lips. You loved every bit of this.
You pressed your breasts against hers, with your erect brown nipples touching hers. “You’re so pretty…" you said, Your hands cupped her breasts, pressing them together, your heart pounding in your chest again. Just to hear her pretty voice.
“Fuck…baby…” she moaned softly, your mouth hung open as you felt her fingers slid between you folds again, rolling your hips against her fingers. Your cum splattering across her palm, creating a pool.
Your tongue flicked on your fingers before you turned around with your ass was in front of her face, your heart thumped out of your chest once you took a long glance at her wet pussy, “You're so wet for me..” you teased, your fingers sliding between her wet folds and your thumb over her clit, gradually pumping your fingers in and out. You watch her juices pour out of her pussy after every finger fuck.
Your stomach did a backflip from her moans and your name in between, her hands gripped your ass and brought your pussy to her lips, “This is such a pretty pussy..” she moans, her thumb rubbing your throbbing clit in circles, “yes—fuck!” You keened, Pearline pumped her fingers out of your wet folds, your breath quickened in pleasure. You suckled roughly around her clit.
“Play with that pussy.” She teased, her hand gripping a portion of your asscheek, slurping up your juices as you did the same. You moan loudly, “oh fuck! Suck it harder..” you groaned wildly, Pearline sucked your clit roughly with your tongue slithered across her wet folds. She gently pushed her tongue between your folds, butterflies swarming in your tummy, both of your moans were muffled from the two of you eating each other out.
Both of you flipped each other, legs spread wide. You legs intertwined with Pearline’s as you pressed your wet pussy pressed against hers. Soft wet sounds of your pussies filling the room. Your mouth hung open as you fell gracefully onto the couch, "That pussy is mine now.." You teased softly, while Pearline gasped softy from the contact.
“So fucking wet, I think that pussy loves me..” Pearline held onto your leg against her chest hooked under her arm and holding your other leg down flat. You wiggled your hips alongside Pearline, “Ah! Uhh! Fuck Pearl!” You felt a strong desire for her, your pussy yearned for her intensely.
“My girl..” Pearline moaned softly, heat sinks into your body. her hips rolled with yours, she watched your face twisted up in pleasure under her, you broke down in bliss.
“My girl..” you groaned wildly, Pearline’s eyes locked onto yours with love. She observed your cum spilling over each other's thighs while your breasts boucing.“your pussy is mine..” Pearline moaned softly. Your clit throbbed with hers, the soft squelching sound sent the two of you into pure ecstasy.
“I-i’m cumming…” you slurred out, wiggling your hips wildly. Your hands her shoulders once you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, your folds twitched and gripped on hers lovingly.
“Let's cum together baby..”
Knots tightend in your stomach suggesting your climax, your essence scattered on her pussy just as hers did on yours, the two of you shaking as your bodies connected.
After that, she collapsed onto you, while you held her close, and she showered your lips, face with kisses while you reciprocated by kissing her lips. Your bodies pressed tightly against each other, and droplets of sweat.
Pearline helped you up, carrying you in her arms, as she ran a warm bath for you, settling you in, and gets dressed in a slik robe, while cleaning up in the living room. Once finished, she took a refreshing shower, and helped you apply lotion. The two of you crawled into bed, falling asleep.
I just know Terry's got the type of dick where he needs to force you to sit on it. You're just hovering over a few inches, baby so big you don't got the strength in you to willingly take him fully.
First, he'll tell you nicely "C'mon, sit on it baby. You got it. What you can't ride your dick?"
But he won't ask again. If you don't get it right after that, he's placing his hands on your hips and lowering you onto him. He'll go slow, though. Rest assured. If you're in reverse, he'll praise you in silent, wet kisses on you back.
He's a soul snatcher, I just know it. And until you've a little limp in your step the next morning? A random smile on your face everytime you think of him. He's doing it again, and again and again.
Shit, I need to lay of the wine. It's really gets me to thinking😭
-🌹
A/N: I can never write a drabble for this man, I fear 😪 But I appreciate your faith in me to deliver a little sumn 🥵
The Little Death
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Fluff, cursing, smut, PIV, sweet and possessive Terry, oral (female receiving), teasing, dirty talk, established relationship, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.
Summary: After an incredible date night out, you can no longer stick to the six-month no sex rule you have in place. Terry makes it extremely difficult to think of anything other than him and the sexy promise in those beautiful eyes of his.
Word Count: 4,287k
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A/N: I may have mixed feelings on the actor, but baby, I am still over the moon for Terry. Thank you for rocking with the new way of doing things. I've been missing that man so I hope a few others have been as well. I've been busy revamping this novel so it's something I'm proud of. I swear it's coming LOL. But that's where my focus has been. This will be the last regular one-shot for a while so I can dive into my 14 series.
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Terry Richmond would likely be the death of you.
Not for any violent reason; the rough pads of his fingers just felt heavenly against your skin as he idly rubbed them across your neck. He sat behind you on a stool and had you tucked in front of him, so that the heat of his chest seeped through your back and warmed you in all of the right places. All of them.
A soft rock band called Infinity Song was on a small stage belting out their most popular song, Hater's Anthem. The sibling quartet had a vibrancy on stage as they danced along with the music, played instruments, and engaged back and forth with the intimate audience.
When Terry suggested that you go to a distillery for a date…yeah, you had reservations. But it surprised you with the wide open patio behind the distillery's bar that had a roof so you weren't getting burnt by the setting sun, a food truck that made the most delicious pizza you'd ever had outside of Italy itself, and plenty of wooden benches, tables, and stools to linger around. Plus, the smell from the grains used to make the whiskey was absolutely divine and you wished you had a candle to capture it. The music had a folksy, almost R&B kind of feel that made you sway your shoulders.
The middle of the floor was kept open for people who wanted to dance and there were plenty of couples both young and old who took advantage. There was an older Black couple on the floor dancing, the man twirling his wife around. His wife had the biggest grin across her face, instantly making her look like she was in her twenties again. The husband only had eyes for her and you had to blink away some unexpected tears.
"You want another drink?" Even sitting down, Terry was a massive giant. His lips pressed against the top of your ear so as he spoke his lips tickled you. His breath fanned across your neck and you suppressed a shiver.
"Yes, please," you said.
"Another Sweet Potato?" He asked. You nodded so he collected the empty glasses on the small, square table and walked towards the bar. He wore light wash denim jeans, a long sleeve white thermal, and thick heavy boots. His gold chain rested on the inside of his shirt, but every now and then, it caught the light and sparkled against his almond colored skin. The bar was located inside the distillery, so he bent to clear the door and then disappeared inside.
You finally had time to breathe and collect yourself. It had been six, long months of not going further than second base. That was your decision and Terry had been nothing but a gentleman, willing to go at your own pace. You started the six month standard because these men out here were absolute dogs.
You'd never met a consistent liar who could be patient for six months and abstain from sex. If you were going to invite someone into your bed, they better have the personality to match the bass in their tone. And so far…Terry most definitely matched it. He was funny with his dry humor, sexy as sin, and was nothing but a gentle giant. Those stormy eyes and secret smirk of his promised there was a whole other side to him you weren't familiar with and you were excited to see where that took you.
But he also frightened the absolute hell out of you. Terry walked like it was heavy with big steps and a slow gait. More than a few times, you felt that monster brush up against your hand while making out or against your ass when he stood behind you. And that was him at rest. You'd never taken someone as big as him and quite frankly, you didn't know what to do with all of that.
You had better learn quick though, because you didn't know how much longer you could hold out. Terry exited the bar with two glasses and he smiled as he walked back to you. Every time you saw him, however brief the absence, he took your damn breath away. He was letting his hair grow out, so he had a neat crop of curls that made your belly flip. He handed the glass to you and you took a sip, letting the whiskey cocktail work its magic. It had a toasted marshmallow as a garnish and you took bites as you sipped the drink.
Terry returned to his seat behind you, tucking you back into his chest. One hand wrapped around your waist possessively, while the other wrapped around his own drink. You weren't typically a whiskey girlie, especially the high proof ones Terry preferred, but this had been one of the best dates you'd ever went on.
"So what did you think about my band?" Terry asked.
"Not bad, not bad," you had to turn to the side just to be heard over the music. Your shirt rode up, exposing your back. Terry adjusted your shirt without prompting, pulling it down to protect your modesty. Your heart and pussy melted even further.
One of the female members, Momo, wore a sparkly blue dress that caught the light from the bulbs around the sign proclaiming them as the headliner for the night. She was in the middle of a solo song, so it was easier to talk, but only just.
"I see why you like them. They have a vibe," you continued.
Terry nodded. "A friend introduced me to them after her wife put her on. I figured you'd like them."
"Oh, you know me like that, huh?" You asked. You grinned at him and he playfully narrowed his eyes.
"I know a lot about you," he said quietly and from the look in his eyes, you wondered just how much he knew. As if he could read your mind, his thumb absently caressed your hip.
"Yeah? Like what?" You asked.
Terry only responded with a smirk. The bastard. He took a sip of his drink and his fingers wrapped around the glass in a way that made it look tiny. His lips wrapped around the edge and you watched, mesmerized, as his throat worked to take a quick sip.
The song ended and everyone began to clap and cheer, pulling you from eye-fucking the man. The oldest band member, Abraham, started talking to the crowd, saying they were going to play one more and then end the night. He thanked everyone for coming out, sounding like he was sixty-seven with his mannerisms and proper way of speaking.
"Dance with me," Terry said.
You turned back to him and nodded. Maybe that was what you needed. Because after sitting and drinking, you were warm and fuzzy all over forgetting why you had the rule in place. You needed some movement, somewhere for all the pent-up energy to go.
Terry stood and held out his hand for you. Other couples had the same idea, getting onto the dance floor as well. You took his hand and let him lead you to a spot and then he drew you closer, pulling you by the waist so that there wasn't an inch of space left to the imagination.
Terry drew you into him and you fit like the last piece of the puzzle. He was able to hold you and make you feel wholly engulfed in him even though your hand was on his shoulder and not round his neck or he had to bend slightly to hold you. He didn't complain, didn't show an ounce of it bothering him, as he carefully maneuvered you around the other dancers flailing their partner around.
Terry's thumb rubbed circles into your back and you kind of regretted the thick, ribbed, mustard colored shirt. You felt his thumb, but you wanted to feel it skin to skin. You shook that errant thought away.
"You are so damn beautiful," Terry said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest and vibrated against yours.
You dipped your head so he wouldn't see the bashful grin on your face. "You are very good for the ego, Mr. Richmond," you giggled. "Thank you."
Terry chuckled, spun you away from him, spun you back, and dipped you slightly. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" You couldn't help but ask. This man was impossible.
Terry righted you and smirked. "Doing what?" He asked, picture of innocence.
"This…you…" You couldn't bring yourself to name it because he had it. He had a presence most people didn't. Intense but not stiff, confident without being cocky, or secure without throwing his weight around. It was honestly a miracle no one had snatched him up by now.
Hell, you were doing the same thing in a way. Keeping him at arm's length because there was no way someone like him could exist. He wasn't perfect, not by a long shot. He had a few habits that bothered you but not enough to kick him to the curb. He was a terrible dancer with any song faster than a slow dance, drank whiskey that could choke a horse, and was an early riser.
None of that lessened the impact he had on you whenever you got around him. Like all of those minor annoyances faded to the background the minute he smirked or joked. And when he gave you a full, unobstructed view of that grin…it fueled plenty of fantasies over the weeks.
It doesn't have to be a fantasy.
Terry spun you again, waiting for your response. But the only thoughts on your mind right now…was filthy and disgusting and you were tired of fighting it. You gave up, gave in, and surrendered.
When you were back against his chest, you looked him in the eye and grinned. "Take me back to your place?" You asked.
His eyebrows shot up in the most adorable way but he recovered enough with a grin. "Are you sure? There's no pressure," he said.
You pressed closer to him, your boobs resting against his chest. "I want you," you said with a low, sultry tone. It'd been long enough. You were God's strongest soldier for six months and now you were beyond denying yourself what was clearly a fun ride. You'd just have to communicate that he had to go extremely slow. Otherwise he'd split you open and you didn't want to explain that to EMT's.
Terry's eyes dipped from your titties and then to your face. Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and dragged you off of the dance floor. Your giggles were impossible to stop as he grabbed your jacket and helped you into it. He chuckled with you, the both of you acting like you were teenagers off to do something naughty.
Terry pushed the boundaries of speeding as he drove to his place, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. The casual way he showed his possession was one of the first things that made you fall for the man. Consent was always sexy, but sometimes you wanted to feel wanted. And he made you feel wanted each and every time you were around him.
Terry pulled into his driveway, outside of a modest one story brick house with white trimmings and a black roof. You'd been here plenty of times before over the months you'd started dating, but now practically felt like the first time.
Terry hopped out, coming round to your side to help you out of his colossal truck. Once out, it took no time at all for him to open his door and let you inside. He flipped on a few lights to illuminate the way, but once the door was closed, his lips descended upon yours.
You kissed him back, no longer restricting yourself. No longer holding yourself back. You gave yourself permission to enjoy the way his soft lips crashed to yours, as if should he stop, even for a second, you'd disappear. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, digging your nails in.
His knee pushed your thighs apart and then he rested it against your pussy, giving you much needed pressure but it wasn't enough for any true relief. His hands grabbed and squeezed your ass, sitting you more fully on his knee. You moaned into his mouth, the whiskey on your tongue dancing with his.
Your brain needed more oxygen so you were forced to break apart to get more air into your lungs. Terry's hands went wandering, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your brown lacy bra beneath it.
He groaned as he looked his fill. He cupped your breasts, kneading the soft flesh, and ran his thumbs across your nipples.
"Fuuuuck," you moaned.
"So fuckin' beautiful," he murmured.
The alcohol plus his comments made your cheeks turn flaming hot. Sweat beaded against your temple and your rational side fought with your irrational side. You needed to slow down, needed to get a few ground rules out of the way. But your body wanted more, more, more. Your hips canted against his knee, seeking a type of relief that only comes with either his mouth, fingers, or dick.
His juicy big lips returned to yours and he sucked on your bottom lip. You felt the answering tug in your pussy, your clit throbbing for some attention as well.
"Terry, wait," you whispered, so out of breath you were light headed.
Terry immediately stilled, his hands around your waist and he pulled back to look at you. "Talk to me," he said.
You giggled at the seriousness but he was only turning you on more. "I, uh, I should," you started but took a deep breath and started over. "I very much want to have sex with you. But I think we should go slow. You know how big your dick is, right?"
Terry chuckled, closing his eyes to laugh with his full body. He shook in your arms and you couldn't help but join in. When he sobered, he gave you a serious look. "We can go as slow as you want, I promise."
You nodded but you weren't that convinced. After all, that monster pushed against the fabric of his jeans and it looked painful. Something on your face must've given away your thoughts, because Terry retreated.
"Wait, no!" You said.
Terry chuckled and stepped closer once more. The heat of his skin was a balm to your racing heart. The woodsy scent of his soap wrapped around you until that was the only thing you could smell. One of his hands came up to cup your face. His thumb traced a pattern against your jaw and he gave you a kiss so damn tender, you gasped. "We have plenty of time to explore all of the ungodly things I want to do to you. But tonight, we'll take it as slow as you want. Deal?"
"Deal," you said with a grin.
He stepped back so he could untie his boots. You did the same, kicking off your shoes and taking off your jacket. Your shirt hung loose from when he opened it, so you let that fall to the floor as well.
Terry grabbed your hand and led you further into the house, bypassing a cozy living room with the bare essentials and dark, wooden tables and a leather sofa. His kitchen was just as clean, not a fork or cup out of place. At the end of the hallway, Terry turned on the light to his bedroom, dimming it to make it more intimate.
The curtains were drawn and his king-sized bed still looked too small for his big ass. The carpet underneath muffled your footfalls as you joined him at the foot of the bed, reaching for each other at the same time to peel off your clothes.
His shirt went first, his gold chain swinging and then settling back against his broad chest. He had a light smattering of hair dusted around and you greedily ran your hands all over him. He did the same, his hands never lingering anywhere long as if he didn't know where to start.
He opted for your jeans, unbuttoning them and stripping it and your panties in one fell swoop. You stepped out of it, taking your socks off as well. You helped Terry with his pants, giggling as you fought with the button.
"It's a little tricky," he said.
"I can handle a button," you said, tugging the damn thing free and sliding the zipper down. He hissed as your fingers brushed his erection through his boxer briefs, his long eye-lashes fanning across his cheeks as his eyes narrowed with unfiltered lust.
Fully naked, Terry backed you into the bed. Once the back of your legs hit the edge, he pushed you onto it and encouraged you to bare yourself to him. He kept his hands on your knees, looking at the very core of you.
"Terry," you squirmed from his scrutiny.
"You are so damn gorgeous," he said, looking at you like you just presented him with the best gift ever. Yup, this man would be the death of you.
"You're so fuckin' hot, it hurts," you confessed.
Terry gave you a sexy grin and then knelt on the ground. He wrapped his arms beneath your legs and then yanked until your ass half hung off the bed. Without preamble, his lips suckled your clit into his mouth and you screamed from the pressure.
Terry suckled, licked, and kissed on your pussy until his mouth was coated with your juices. Your body flailed on the bed, gripping the berry colored comforter with everything you had. Your nails dragged against the fabric as your body tried to process Terry's wicked machinations.
"Oue shit, oue shit," you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. His popcorn ceiling winked in and out of view, your mind caught between the physical plane and somewhere else entirely. Somewhere of Terry's own making because all you could hear was him moaning. All you could feel was his tongue lapping up your juices like a man starved. The scent of your essence filled the room quickly; Terry turning you on so much that you'd explode right there on the spot.
One hand kept you open for him while his other arm jerked. You had enough strength to peek and found his arm jerking furiously. You moaned and went off like a firework, building and building, until your body broke apart in a shower of sparks and light and colors.
Terry didn't slow. He kept going, tasting one orgasm with a lick of his lips and a curse and then wrung another one right behind it. "Shiiiiiit," you moaned, your thighs squeezing his head. You didn't mean to, but fuck, you couldn't help yourself. It felt too good. Too amazing. So damn good you feared you died somewhere in the middle of it and his tongue brought you back.
Terry moved both his hands to open you wider while he drowned in your pussy. Your legs shook from being too sensitive. You slapped at his head and whined. He chuckled and then moved to nibble and kiss your thighs.
"I want you to ride me. You can control the pace," he whispered against your slick thighs.
"Can't. Too dead," you panted for air.
Terry chuckled. He nipped your thigh and you jerked, ending it with a giggle. He chuckled again while he stood up. "Dead folk don't giggle."
You groaned but it was time to put your money where your mouth was. You got to your elbows and examined every delicious inch of him. His body was well-honed and chiseled from many hours spent in the gym or hiking. Corded muscle flexed with every movement he made. His dick swung heavily, tapping lightly against his thigh.
You lied. You were not prepared for how big he was. The pants he's worn around you must've been designed to hide it, because there was no way this was the same dick you felt up on earlier.
"You better stop lookin' at me like that," he said with a smirk. He turned to approach his nightstand, pulling out lube and a condom.
"Or what?" You taunted, getting onto your knees to walk across the bed to him. He sighed as you ran your hands over his shoulders, his back, and down his bubble ass. You gripped him tight and he chuckled.
"Or I'ma put you through this mattress," he said. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he turned away to uncap the lube.
"I'm on the pill," you said and kissed his back.
He stilled. "Don't play with me right now." His voice took on a darker, raspier tone that made you shiver.
"I want you. No barriers. If you're comfortable," you said. You waited long enough. You just wanted to feel him in every way you could. Anyone else, you'd tell them to double wrap it. But Terry could have you ten ways from Sunday and you were done denying yourself that.
Terry growled low in his throat. He turned and gave you a scorching kiss, hot enough to make your skin bead with sweat. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself in the middle. He pulled you until you climbed on top of him, reverse cow girl, popping your ass in his face.
He chuckled and gave you a few quick smacks. You moaned while he grabbed the lube and rubbed his dick with it. "We go at your pace, okay?"
"Yes, sir," you said.
"Fuck me, you're perfect," he said. He helped guide you until he was lined up. Then he let you take over as you slowly took him in.
It burned deliciously but it did burn from the stretch. How the hell did women bounce on big dicks like their favorite trampoline? His tip was barely inside you and you were ready to call it quits.
"Nice and slow. There's no rush. Take your time, baby," he encouraged as you slipped further and further down. You leaned up and then slid back down on it, finding a nice, slow rhythm.
He hummed and groaned, digging his thumbs into your back. "Ouue shit," you moaned. Between his fingers and his dick, fuck cloud nine. You were on cloud five hundred.
He gave you wet kisses to your back while you rode him but you couldn't manage to fit all of him inside. It was already too much. He filled you completely, dick throbbing deep inside. You felt every last veiny inch of him sliding against your slick inner walls.
"Sit on it," he demanded.
You shook your head, though he couldn't see your face.
"No fuckin' way," you sighed with a giggle.
Terry chuckled. He gripped your arms and pulled you backwards, opening you in a way that you were able to fit more of him inside. He leaned forward and then trapped your arms when he brought his hands around to cup your breasts and squeeze your nipples.
"Oh fuck," you moaned, your pussy clenching around the length of him.
"Sit your pretty ass on this dick. To the base," he commanded, his deep voice working a spell on you.
"I can't," you whispered. You were too afraid, too nervous to take him fully. You didn't know why. Or perhaps you did and you just didn't want to face the truth. This man was going to ruin you for all others.
He already has.
You whined, but you worked with him, trying to work more of him inside. He retreated so that he could apply more lube, the sweet, sweet man making sure that you were comfortable. Then, he slammed you down in one rough thrust that immediately made you scream, curse, and go cross eyed as another orgasm tore through you. Your nails raked his thighs as the overwhelming pleasure was a little too much. Nothing made sense; you're pretty sure you could taste colors, as Terry fucked you through it.
Nonsense poured from his lips as you took him to the base. The pace was still lazy and slow, but he made you feel it all. He thrust a few more times.
"I'm finna bust," he groaned low in the back of his throat.
He bit your shoulder, fingers pinching your nipples to bring delectable pain, as he finally bust. His hot cum flooded you, gushing out, causing you to smack lewdly against his pelvis. He groaned and jerked, his dick throbbing a steady beat.
"Fuuck," you whined. You couldn't describe how otherwordly it felt while he emptied himself, but it was over too soon as he panted against your damp skin.
"You're fuckin' perfect," he said. He turned your chin so that he could kiss you. It was an awkward angle, but you were already greedy for more. He nibbled on your lower lip before he pulled away to nuzzle your neck.
"Wanna get cleaned up?" He asked.
You already felt him throb once more, his erection was only half mast but seemed to be rising. You chuckled and looked back at him. "You are so damn nasty," you said with a wide grin.
"I can be worse," he promised.
You had no doubt in your mind that he could be. It didn't stop you from following him into the shower where you got all kinds of dirty before you could get cleaned up again.
Yup, Terry Richmond would be the death of you. And that didn't matter one bit to you.
The end.
Thank you so much for reading. There's so much more!
A/n: this was actually the first thing I wrote for Terry that never saw the publics eyes. I remember I saw this writing prompt on tiktok that had one word only "sweet", initially I though, 'why not try to write sosmething'
And voila, it isn't long... just a little drabble.
Words: 600+
Summary: In which Terry finds his woman in every confection.
Warnings: MDNI!!, Mentions of sexual conduct. Short
Terry always had a knack of sweet confections. Anything that kept his tongue in his mouth and away from places that would help relieve a never-dying itch.
Usually he preferred anything with honey. Honey joy cheesecake, honeycomb cookies, Russian honey cake. Anything that tastes the slightest bit like Sierra's Marc Jacobs perfume.
Terry always made sure he helped himself to a lick on her neck (which often turned into hickies) when he was balls deep inside of her, digging out his favourite honey that leaked out from deep inside of her.
Then there was chocolate. The candy really went with anything honestly. He always appreciated the versatility of the rich confectionery.
It reminded him of just how quick Sierra could switch shit up. Sometimes she was good, giving Terry all she could of herself with her leg propped on the dinner table and another planted firmly on the ground. Terry taking her from behind in reckless abandon. The sound of the table scraped on the floor and their skin clapping only added to how much she soothed Terry's cravings.
Vanilla came close to chocolate. Just as versatile, but soft and serene. While the essence was used in many confections, vanilla was always what soothed a less carnal side of Terry.
Like how he tended to smell more like Sierra's vanilla candles more than his own cologne. Or the little trick she does in dabbing some vanilla essence on her skin when she wants a smoother scent on her skin.
Sometimes even the times Terry spent helping her bake her famous tiramisu cake, which always had more vanilla than tiramisu that Terry never cared to comment on.
Passion fruit isn't Terry's all time favourite, but Sierra finds a way to leave the tropical taste in his mouth and make him enjoy it.
She always tended to end a night out with her famous passion fruit martini. Although Terry swore he never liked the taste of the pulp-filled fruit. He swore with the same mouth that Sierra inhabited the taste of anything she drank or ate for a while.
Terry learned to love the taste of the tropical paradise that laid slick and leaking with pulp and reconsideration between Sierra’s thighs. Perhaps, with more practice, he could grow fonder of the fruit, especially if Sierra came mixed with it.
Peaches were often an undermined fruit, but not to Terry. Of course this statement came with bias.
While usually, the fruit reminded him of the days spent at crowded cookouts since marrying Sierra. Where her mother often baked a few batches of peach cobbler for each of their guests and a little extra. Terry made it his duty to always cop himself a few extra slices to take back home.
But the fruit also reminded him of Sierra's fragile routine of layering her perfume. Cocoa butter body cream, vanilla perfume and peaches & cream perfume oil, in that order specifically.
When Sierra used that combo, it happened very rarely that she left the house without having to take another shower. Courtesy of Terry eating and sweating her out.
Sierra loved cherry flavoured liquorice, she always made sure she was stocked up when grocery shopping, would fight tooth and nail to make sure there were at least one full jar of the stringy candy.
Her love for the flavoured candy came from her love of the fruit. As much as there was always cherry liquorice in the kitchen, best believe there would be just as many cherries in the fridge.
Everytime she went to visit her grandmother in the countryside with Terry, they would pick a few cherries everyday to snack on, before returning to their daily farming chores.
The sunny days would always be filled with joyous laughter and never-ending affection. Terry loved nothing more than watching the way the wedding band that rested on Sierra's finger glimmered in the sunlight, the rock being a reminder that he's had the honour to call such a woman his wife.
Every taste reminded Terry of her. In every food he saw a bit of Sierra. Which, ironically, did nothing to help keep his tongue in his mouth, but that has never been the goal regardless
A/n: Like I said. Short and sweet... pun intended, lol. Can't believe I forgot all about this works. I might incorporate some of these into different fanfiction since I live playing with senses in my writing.
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