Besides ‘Santa Baby’ by Eartha Kitt being played on vinyl, the only sound heard in the living room on this Christmas night was the crackling of the fireplace. The flames exuded a comforting warmth, producing goosebumps all over Sierra’s rich skin that wasn't covered by her bra and panties. From behind her, footsteps padded across the floor. Glancing behind her, she watched as her boyfriend, Jordan, entered the living room. Wearing only his briefs, he walked over to her with a blanket thrown over his bare shoulder and mugs of hot chocolate in each hand.
“Thanks.” She took the mug Jordan made just for her. A quick sip warmed her body even more. Jordan went to sit beside her in front of the fire. He placed his mug of hot chocolate in front of his crossed legs and opened up the blanket to drape it over both of them.
“You forgot this.” Jordan handed her a long, black, rectangular box.
Sierra looked from the box to Jordan, skepticism coating her features. “Did you pull this out yo’ ass?”
“No,” he laughed, “just open it.”
Sierra gave him one more look of playful doubt before setting her cup down and grabbing the box from him. Sierra opened the box to reveal a glimmering pink tennis bracelet. She became overwhelmed with emotions. The bracelet was identical to the one her grandmother wore on her famous movie poster.
“Jordan, what…”
“It took a couple trips, some phone calls—“ He was silenced by Sierra’s hands on both sides of his face and her lips on his.
The obstacles that Jordan endured to obtain this vintage piece of jewlery wasn’t of importance at this moment, what mattered was that he had been able to get it and gift it to her. Sierra’s obsession with this piece of jewlery prevailed for years, it was a piece of her grandmother that she longed to have and now she did.
The bracelet and mugs of hot chocolate were forgotten. Sierra was prepared to show her appreciation. The vinyl had stopped spinning. The fire casted shadows of their bodies along the living room walls. The blanket had been discarded into a pile beside them as Sierra climbed on top of his body. Christmas for the couple was about to get a bit merrier.
Hey girl! Starting your master list and I just caught up with Road Trip. I’m an in order type of gal, so my question is what would I read next for Erik and Egypt storyline?
I had to figure all of this out just now lol
So, here’s the ExE timeline;
First Meetings
Mini One-Shot
New Hair, Who Dis?
Prompt
The Best Care
Grad-Day
Roadtrip
New Friends
Early Mornings
First Time
Disagreements
Late Night Treats
Stars
Wanna Kiss?
When Love Lasts
Baby On Board
The Big Day
These are the names exactly as they are on my masterlist. I may add the links to this later on but this is their timeline as of now💜
“I started out as a writer and a director. I started acting because I wanted to know how to relate to the actors. When people ask me what I do, I don’t really say that I’m an actor, because actors often wait for someone to give them roles.”
“All year, I was critiqued about who I was. I don’t fit the narrative. I’m too hood, I’m too ghetto. This is for the girls that looked like me. It was bigger than me tonight. I’m happy. I felt I helped grow women’s basketball.”
Hey girl hey! I noticed that requests were open. 👀 Would love to see what you would do with Yahya and... it's a toss up between smut (“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.”) and angst (“i don’t see the same person i loved when i look at you anymore.”)...
warnings: smut
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Bria inserted her key into the lock, twisted it to the right, and opened up the door to her downtown Los Angeles condo. Tonight, Bria wasn’t alone. Quietly following behind her was her man, Yahya. The couple had spent their Saturday night out at their friends, Kyla and Devin’s engagement party. What was supposed to be a night of fun and appreciation for the couple that had planned to take the next step in their relationship had turned sour the longer Bria threw back the drinks that were served.
While conversing with Devin and the rest of their male friend group, Yahya spotted Bria at their table; her made up face set in a mug, lips pouted, and her fourth drink, from what Yahya had counted, was halfway gone. Yahya made the decision to cut their night out short and helped Bria out to his car after they reluctantly said their goodbyes and congratulations. Yahya, or anyone else at the party, didn’t have the time or energy to deal with Bria’s drunken attitude so it was for the best that they go.
“What’s the issue?” Yahya questioned after shutting the door behind him.
Bria ignored him as she continued to walk to her kitchen. Yahya followed with a sigh and a brief roll of his eyes. Bria ended up at her fridge, opening it and grabbing a bottle of water for her to open and take a sip from.
“Nothing,” she said after placing the cap back onto the bottle, “You don’t have to stay tonight. I’m good.”
Before Yahya could fish for more answers, Bria grabbed her purse from off of the kitchen island and with her water bottle in her opposite hand, she exited the kitchen and headed to her bedroom where she hoped to find peace after this night. Yahya’s weary eyes watched her leave and with a breath, he already knew what kind of night this would be.
Bria and Yahya’s relationship hasn’t been the most stable as of recently. Miscommunications have led to petty arguments and it put a strain on their union. Now, with Bria’s attitude amplified by the liquor she had consumed throughout the night, Yahya was in for a ride and as he went after Bria, he mentally prepared himself.
Inside her room, Bria didn’t bother turning on any major lights. She only turned on the LED lights that lined the back of her television which sat on her dresser. Yahya leaned against her doorway with his arms crossed against his suit jacket which was still on. He watched her undo her dress and toss her knotless braids up into a claw clip with ease.
“What do you mean you’re “good”? You've been acting weird all night. What’s the problem?” He inquired again.
Bria’s hands dropped from the fabric of her dress. Hazy, brown irises landed on Yahya. If it was possible, fire would’ve shot out of them and burned him straight through his clothes.
“You.” The word was dropped harshly in the space despite her eerily calm tone.
Yahya looked on at her, confused. His brows dipped in the middle. “B, what are you—“
“The problem is you. You can’t do shit right.” She interrupted, continuing to remove her dress. Left in only her bra and panties, Bria tossed the dress into her dirty clothes hamper before working on taking off her jewelry and going to place it into her jewelry box that sat on her dresser.
“Bria, I need you to be an adult right now and explain—“
“Why couldn’t that have been us?!” The slurring of her words didn’t hinder Yahya’s understanding of what she had revealed. Irritation began to seep within Yahya. Him and Bria’s relationship issues had been to blame for both parties. But he found it hard to believe that the reason for her negative demeanor was solely because they hadn’t tied the knot yet.
“B, we aren’t ready to get married,” Yahya spoke with slow patience to balance out the irritability of Bria, “Our time will come but it’s not now.”
“And that’s a fucking problem. If you truly loved me, we would’ve been married by now.” She replied, searching for a shirt to sleep in.
“I love you regardless if a ring is on your finger or not and you know that. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
“Yeah, well you don’t act like it. All you do is start shit with me every chance you get.”
It took god-levels of patience for Yahya to keep his cool at this moment. An argument with Yahya and Bria was always intense, them both fighting fire with fire and the result would be burns on their relationship. Yet, Bria was under the influence and would barely remember any of this conversation the next morning so Yahya held back on throwing low blows.
“Alright, B.” Yahya huffed, working to remove his jacket and place it on the bench that sat at the end of her bed.
“Don’t ‘alright’ me. You need to get that shit together. I don’t feel like arguing with you every damn day over stupid shit.” She noticed his jacket on her bench and him undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“I said you can go. You don’t have to stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes you are,” she slipped the shirt she found over her head and fixed it over her body before approaching him, “I don’t want you here tonight. Go.” Her hand on his arm, attempted to push him toward the door of her room but he barely made a move. Damn him and those countless days at the gym. Bria commenced to utilizing as much might as she could muster to push him out of her room. At one point, she grabbed his jacket and threw it toward his chest. Bria was running out of momentum and Yahya noticed. That’s when Yahya grasped each of her wrists into his hands, stabilizing her. With only her hands free, Bria tiredly punched at his chest as her head came down to lay on it. He couldn’t see it but Yahya knew she was crying because of the wetness that he soon felt seeping through his shirt. Bria was an emotional drunk. She went from belligerent to sappy in a matter of minutes.
“Please, just go. I can’t do this.” Her voice was softer than the previous times she’s spoken to him.
Yahya let go of her wrists to wrap his arms around her. Bria had shoved him toward the wall near her door and that’s the wall that he held her up against. Yahya stood silent, rubbing circles onto her back as she let everything out.
“All we do is fight and I just…I just don’t see the same person I loved when I look at you anymore.”
Yahya’s pulse stopped for a brief moment. His eyes flicked up to land on an open space in her room.
A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts.
No matter if she meant it or not, those words felt like knives piercing through his skin and puncturing his heart. Yahya didn’t know how things had come to this and he wholeheartedly wanted to fix it but something would always arise and result in them fighting again. It was a toxic cycle that Yahya wished to break as soon as possible.
“B, you’re drunk but I hear you. We can talk—“
“No,” she jerked away from him. That bitterness coating her voice once more, “I’m done talking. Like I said, you can go now.” She said, stomping out of her room to go to her bathroom to try and get as much makeup off as she could despite her drunken state that was slowly but surely leaving her the longer she spoke with Yahya.
“Like I said, I’m not going anywhere. We can work this out—“ He stood in the doorway of her bathroom, watching her get out her skincare products and switch on her sink faucet.
“Now you wanna work shit out. Man, fuck you.” She scooped some coconut oil into her hands and rubbed it all over her face to begin removing her makeup.
Yahya’s patience was at the top of the hourglass and it had been running out ever since Bria tried to physically get him out of her room. The amount significantly decreased when he heard the venom spoken with the profanity she used toward him.
“B, watch your mouth.” His composure was slipping as he spoke darkly.
Bria finished washing off her makeup then used a cotton round with witch hazel on it to ensure any trace of makeup was gone. Drying her face off with a towel, she glared at Yahya fiercely. He didn’t even flinch at the malice that flooded the space between them.
“Or what? You don’t like how I talk then you can leave like I’ve told you a million times already.” She said, placing her towel back onto the rack she got it from and then advanced toward the doorway. Bria expected him to step out of her way but Yahya stood firm in the doorway, not backing down from the look she threw him. Several moments passed before Bria moved past him on her own, shoulder checking him in the process. She wasn’t able to get far before Yahya reached and gripped her wrist. Not too tight but with enough pressure to convey that he wasn’t playing anymore. His hourglass of patience had finally run out.
Before Bria could comprehend what happened, she found herself upside down over Yahya’s shoulder and back in her bedroom. Yahya dropped her onto her bed, witnessing her body bounce from the force. Coming out of his clothes, Yahya gazed down at Bria, noting the lust igniting in her cocoa brown irises. Both Yahya and Bria knew that sex wasn’t the answer to her outbursts or their recent relationship problems but it would allow him to calm her down in order for them to talk things through. After tonight, he planned to address their issues and get back on track with his girlfriend but right now, she was in no place to talk and neither was he after all the shit she pulled. All he wanted to hear was the sounds of her moans and cries. Bria and Yahya’s lovemaking was always passionate and full of naughty verbal exchanges that heightened their experience but tonight no words would be traded as they let the bubble of tension that had been inflating since the engagement party burst and spill over, leaving no room for words.
Bria stared at him with low eyes. Yahya worked to rid himself of the clothes on his upper body, tossing them down to the floor carelessly. His build is something that takes her breath away every single time. Sculpted and toned to perfection. He left his pants on, opting to reach for Bria’s shirt. He twisted the fabric in his hand and used it as leverage to bring her close enough for their lips to meet. Bria’s hands bracketed on either side of his face and they kissed feverently. Yahya let her shirt go to instead work it off of her body. Yahya was met with the sight of Bria’s nude body that similarly to her, took his breath away and would continue to for however long. His lips found her neck and soon her chest as he laid her down on the bed. Lowering to his knees, Yahya’s hands found the outside of both of her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed where he currently kneeled. Face to face with the most intimate part of her, Yahya took a brief moment to admire his treat before his tongue slipped out of his mouth to swirl around her clit before his lips sucked the nub into his mouth with a sweet suction. That simple move had Bria’s hands finding the covers beneath her and fisting them. Back arched, Bria let out a moan that was as soft and sweet as silk. It acted as motivation to Yahya to give her his best, despite the way she had been acting toward him tonight.
Once he felt like he warmed her up enough, Yahya stuck his index and middle finger into his mouth to coat them. He lined them up to her entrance and eased them in, his bottom lip ending up between his teeth and the grip she had on her digits. He pumped in and out of her while simultaneously tongue kissing her stimulated nub.
“This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you.” She slurred tipsy off of the pleasure and drinks.
Yahya ignored her and instead brought his free hand up to cover her mouth so that he could focus. He continued pleasing her until he felt her walls faintly pulse around his fingers. When the pulses quickened, he removed his fingers and his mouth lifted off of her pussy before she could cum. The irritated feeling she had was soon replaced by eagerness and hunger. The hand covering her mouth traveled to her throat, slight pressure was applied. Bria raised up onto her elbows, expecting to be pulled into another kiss but was instead met with the view of him working the button on his pants loose and dragging the waistband down. Bria decided to help, pulling his pants down until they reached his thighs and allowing him to work them off with the movement of his legs. Bria then busied herself with his briefs, pulling the waistband down slowly so as to surprise herself.
She let his briefs rest on his thighs and he took care of it the rest of the way. Bria took him within her mouth immediately once he stood back up straight. Yahya sucked in a hefty amount of air as Bria worked her tongue along his engorged tip and worked it down the sides of his length. Between the work she put on him with her jaws and her hypnotizing chocolate beams that held him hostage, Yahya was sure to bust in her mouth but he wanted to have some fun first.
“Keep your hands down.” He ordered while bringing one hand to rest under her chin and the other on top of her head. He brought her head back, taking him out of her mouth for just a moment. He admired her swollen, saliva covered lips and the way she looked at him expectantly. He witnessed the movement of her throat muscles as she swallowed, awaiting his next move. It had him ready to dive back in.
“Open,” he instructed and she followed. “That’s it.” He hissed, inching his way back inside her warm, wet mouth. His head fell back as he took a quick moment to relish in the feeling then he moved his hips back and forth, feeding her. Bria took it like a champ, opening her mouth and throat as wide as physically possible to accomodate all of him. Her spit began to emerge from the sides of her mouth and fall down to the bed, creating a small puddle. His grunts had her producing more of her arousal and she worked extra hard to get him to produce more sounds that resulted from her work. Just as she felt him grow in her mouth, Yahya pulled his hips back one final time. Bria’s mouth seemed to water even more at the sight of his shiny member.
Yahya instructed her to lay back. Towering over her, he lifted one of her legs to hook his arm underneath it. Their lips tangled once more as Yahya settled at her awaiting entrance. A mutual sigh of relief sounded from them both as he entered her. Inch by delicious inch, he filled her with that familiar fullness. No matter the circumstances, Yahya could never be too rough with her. She was a precious jewel in his eyes, something that he didn’t want to break. His strokes held enough power to have her cry out but at the same time, he made sure to plant kisses along the column of her neck while also caressing her body gently, lovingly.
Bria climbed the tower of ecstasy higher and higher the more he kept pumping into her. The sounds of her wetness and their skin coming into contact already made for the most beautiful soundtrack to their lovemaking. Soon, Bria finally reached the top and with one more stroke and a calculated roll of his hips, he sent her falling over the edge with her back arching and thunderous cries of his name. Her walls contracted around his dick, prompting him to release on her stomach moments after.
Raising his head from her neck, he gazed down into her eyes. They were low from all of the energy she expelled but Yahya had more in store for her. Tonight was far from over. He wanted to leave her practically bedridden because they were not leaving the confines of her comforter and sheets until everything pertaining to their relationship as of recently had been talked through and solutions had been given.
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