"If you stay quiet no one will know." Studioverse.
[ this follows this; roughly three months after. i have a lot of gaps to fill before a full fic can come together... :) ]
No one would know?
Yeah, right.
He laughed, 'cause that wasn't possible. He was immediately reprimanded with a sharp hiss, and her hand over his mouth. He just wanted to leave. He didn't think she'd have enough confidence in their connection to simply get up and go, but now that he knew that she did, he knew that this meant something major.
If she was willing to take a chance on him, then he knew that this meant more than he'd ever imagined it to be between the two of them. He swallowed softly and turned towards her, chest heaving, still in a tee shirt and shorts that he'd probably last seen her in before he left her here alone.
She looked damned good, and he knew it was enough for him to tempt fate. He wasn't sure what he was thinking of when he thought to even come this way, but what was done was done, and now he wasn't going to leave without her. He'd made it to the front door and had been pressed against the wall in the foyer by her, and he knew she wanted to leave...
Robyn's eyebrows finally rested as he submitted, and flicked his tongue against her hand. He laughed, and she grimaced before wiping her hand on her thigh.
“Chris...For real. I'll go, but you have to stay quiet. Okay?” She whispered, even though they were alone – or so he hoped.
There could have been one of his friends left here to watch her, like there had been in the past. The look in her eyes was a mix of fear and excitement, and he nodded slowly as she stepped back from holding him against the wall.
What could he do, other than nod?
Honestly, he was nervous himself as he watched her stand in front of him and silently plan her getaway. But, there was something building up inside of him that was telling him that this was a good idea if he really wanted her. He didn’t need to think about it any longer, because he was damned sure that he did — otherwise, he wouldn’t be here right now.
“So? I'm ready when you are.” He kept his voice low as she headed back towards the stairs, and he silently inched towards the door, and out onto the other side of it.
This was it-- either she was going to come back, or he was going to go home, defeated and alone. He checked the drive up of the home before he started walking back down the stairs and to his car, stalling in the immediate circular drive. He got in, and started to count down slowly from 100.
When he got down to 64, she was closing the door behind her. He smiled, and figured that if he could, he'd honk his horn. She slid into the side before he could even get out to open the door for her. She quickly kissed his cheek, and he smirked.
“Ready?”
Did he expect her to take control of the situation and meet him downstairs?
No.
If anything, he had it planned out in his mind that when they decided to stop flirting and start acting on their feelings, he wasn't going to go about it this way. But, he wanted this...
“I want this. Lets go.”
….
It's a secret, but essentially, it's not really. He had already told him once, “I can take your girl, if I really wanted to...” but he knows and she knows that its effortless.
She's a willing participant in whatever they get into tonight, and it's not just going out for pizza, it's not just a distraction from the studio, it's not because they click, but because she wanted to, and that was all that mattered to him in terms of going ahead with this.
He doesn't want to waste too much time trying to wrap his head around it because this is where they are now, together, and that's all that honestly matters. He realizes several things as they drive, like, she has no idea where they're headed because she hasn't seen his new place since the fall out, but he knows she's excited. He hasn't eaten anything but her hand keeps circling down his lap while he drives,and he knows that he probably won't get to eat tonight.
She's curious about his motivation, and he laughs and blames her, fully.
“You said you were bored. I told you, as soon as you were bored, I was coming for you. I always keep up with my end of the bargain,” He licks his lips as they finally reach his neighborhood, and she presses her face against the window.
“Seems more down low than before,”She says, and he laughs.
“Low key, not down low. It's...better,” He exhales softly, remembering how he was prompted to move after the fall out, and how better this place was for him. She gives him a soft shoulder rub of sympathy before he pulls into the underground lot, and they sit for a few seconds.
“He's going to know you left,” He looks over at her, and she shrugs gently, a little lift of her shoulder that only exposes more skin.
“Doesn't matter...” She looks at him, and he smiles.
“I'm willing to take risks, you know. The old thing is tiring already, and it's only been six months. I just... I want new experiences.”
“That sounds like you're asking for trouble.”He says, with his fingers on the keyfob so he can unlock the doors.
“Little bit of trouble can't hurt, right?” She asks as he unlocks the door, and he scoffs lightly.
“You must not know who you're dealing with,” He says, and she scoffs right back, as if presenting a challenge.
If you asked Robyn if she would have pictured herself in the middle of a club owned by Jay-Z, with a rapper on her arm, and everyone knowing who she was a year ago, she’d laugh in your face.
Because when she first met the man who was responsible for bringing her to where she was today, she wasn’t used to anything like the experience that he had included her in. His musical talents had led him to shoot yet another single in another exotic location, but his former lead female had been unable to attend, and he had a lot to reconstruct – or find another woman for the role.
Her parents’ demands to stay local and remain useful in the family business kept her away from the experiences she could have been exposed to outside of it for eighteen years. Monica’s clothing line had been operating out of BIM for years, and since she’d gotten the line up and running, she had been using her only daughter as her biggest source of advertisement.
It was just a typical day of Robyn walking around Rikett Street, promoting Fabulous Boutique like always, when a woman had stopped her, commenting on her looks and how great she’d look in a video. She immediately lunged at the woman’s suggestion, but she knew there probably wouldn’t be that opportunity for her while she was here.
As she continued her venturing down the street and continued to pass out the flyers, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were throngs of tourists looking for things to bring back once they returned to their native homelands, including scores of Americans that she knew were in town to shoot a video and make money off of the scenery like always.
She had heard them talking about it and scouting out things to simply fill their rented location with to feel more authentic, and she had longed for a chance to actually be in front of the screen. She felt like she’d make a perfect addition to their video.
But when rap artist Aubrey “Drake” Graham plucked her from the storefront of her mother’s shop and asked her to be in his video, she never expected her life to change almost overnight. After pleading for a chance to do so with her parents, she stepped into a world that she had only seen on TV.
For the duration of the four day shoot, she had been treated to the luxurious lifestyle that being with the rapper had exposed her to, and she felt like a tourist in her own hometown. He spoiled her, allowing her to take charge and do whatever she felt comfortable with while all the while, he hung back and simply watched her.
Once the video wrapped, he promised his leading lady that he’d come back for her, and give her everything she ever wanted. He gave her a year to think about it.
Only a little over a year later, Aubrey kept his word and went back to BIM and tracked her down and sold her on coming back with him. At nineteen, Robyn packed a majority of her most personal items and moved straight to New York, and her life hadn’t been the same since she landed.
Tonight was merely one of those nights in which Aubrey would let her pick the place, and within hours, it’d be the place to be. She was still trying to evade paparazzi and ducking off whenever there was an event or a club to convene at, but tonight seemed different.
Her emotions seemed to be on a high as she stepped into the club and ventured into VIP, where an assortment of his fellow associates were waiting for the two of them to arrive. As far as they knew, she was still new to everything and would take some getting used to, so they didn’t even OD like they normally would on a normal Friday night out.
Everyone had either experienced the video shoot fiasco or heard the countless stories about the girl Aubrey had found in BIM, and no one was surprised when he brought her back, on some let me show you the world type shit. Seeing Robyn in person for the first time and watching how Aubrey catered to her had everyone either jealous or giving him extreme praise, because damn!
It was a lot for her to take in.
But for Chris, the only person in Aubrey’s go to circle of associates who hadn’t made it out there, the situation hadn’t been met with the same type of reaction as everyone else. He hadn’t had the opportunity to make it out to Barbados due to a production job with Kanye, which was way above Aubrey’s pay grade, and immediately of greater importance. Aubrey had come back and all but locked himself inside of his upstate New York residence with Robyn for weeks, until tonight. It was a shame to see what he’d missed out on and could have claimed for himself.
As a matter of fact, tonight was the first time he’d met “The Future Mrs. Aubrey Graham” as Aubrey and everyone else in the media had labeled her. He wasn’t really sure how to feel about that, either. The girl looked no older than eighteen, and had a rawness about her that was unlike the innocent naivety that he would have assumed she would have possessed.
He wasn’t really sure how to feel about that – and uncertainty had fueled the range of his first impression about her. While the young woman worked the room and found herself further away from Aubrey’s grasp, Christopher watched her. She was beautiful, and the first time they’d exchanged glances from across the VIP area, he had to look away first.
Aubrey didn’t know what to do with that, but like any man with sense, he knew that he’d have to sit back and wait for an opening. He didn’t immediately intend on doing so, but he found himself plotting on one not even seconds later. His mind had gone into motion and he had spotted something he wanted, but he knew he had to play it safe. He figured that was why he kept watching her as she circled the room and worked it like she was born to do so.
Unlike the rest of the room, he was sober while everyone else in the room was drunk off of their asses, so he was very alert and aware of every time she’d come in his direction and simply look instead of speaking. Several bottles had been passed his way and eventually they were pushed off onto someone else. Getting drunk off of his ass wasn’t on his to do list, but he was still going to enjoy his night. He needed to keep his mind clear since he had been launched into formulating a plan.
When she made her way over to where he was and sat to him, softly complaining about the state of the room, “is this all they do or what?”, he was immediately drawn to her.He simply chuckled at her and tried to convince her that this wasn’t always the case, but it was typical.
She smiled and took to the producer almost immediately, preferring his calm demeanor for the chaos that had erupted in the spot as the night continued on. He entertained her curiosity throughout the night, and they built up a quick rapport – enough to make his mind immediately decide upon one thing.
Yeah, he wanted her.
There was no use in debating about it, because he knew from the moment he saw her that he wanted her. The best thing for him to do would be wait it out, and wait he could. She was probably totally oblivious to the fact that it was crossing his mind, and he knew that he needed to play his role correctly and wait for his opening.
The night was winding down and while she’d spent a large majority by his side, Aubrey knew when to swoop in and tell her about coming home and relaxing. She made a promise to meet him down at the valet, and he nodded and bid Chris goodnight, totally unaware of the amount of time that she’d spent sending next to him, or the ideas running through his head after he’d seen her.
As Drake and his entourage started to leave the area, Chris hung back and watched her while she went in search of her newly purchased iPhone in the midst of the area.
He helped her find the phone and ended the night by putting his number in her contacts, and giving it back to her. Her green eyes looked at him with a hint of mischief as he smiled at her and bent in to whisper in her ear.
“When you decide that everything gets boring over there with that, you call and let me know, alright?”
prompt: video | fuck ten dollars [x]
word count: 1,500+
a/n: there was that video, and then in the process of writing, another verse was born, and... you'll see more of this. also, NSFW?
There really was no reason for the argument, but she knew it was coming. He’d been pissed off since he rolled out of bed that morning, and heard the tail end of her conversation with Aubrey.
She knew that today was one of those days, when crossing his path was just a bad idea altogether. But, they had a date planned for tonight, and he was pretty good on keeping his word about things like that, attitude and all. They’d only been dating for a few months and had passed the “I’m going to be perfect for you” stage.
Blow ups like these were increasing in frequency as of lately, because if it wasn’t for someone cornering her when they were out, or him getting upset when Aubrey’s name would be tossed into all of his latest interviews, they’d be fine.
She just knew that today wasn’t going to be smooth sailing though, because she’d seen him blow up a couple of times, and seeing 40 leaving out of the same restaurant that they’d just entered made her stomach go sour for a minute.
They didn’t even have to come here, really. Their date night could have easily been comprised of something else, but he was hungry after they’d left the studio, and it was late, and he’d already really gotten a strike with her already.
There was that argument in the booth with some intern who hadn’t been taught to close his mouth on certain subjects yet, and he crossed his path and got caught up in his brief wrath. The whole argument, which was really him telling him to watch his fucking mouth about his woman and…
Jesus. This was supposed to be him making up for her, but…
Dinner was kind of hit and miss, and she could tell he was somewhere else. He was going to blow up soon, and she knew it. He started displaying those familiar traits – a mix of possessiveness and full blown asshole – before they even got their dessert.
She was still on the fence about going back to his apartment, to be honest. That attitude warranted certain type of behavior from him and simply watching him grow increasingly angry made the night continue to spiral. She hoped it’d be better if they could just talk about it, because surprisingly that worked out for them.
“You ready to go?” He asked, watching her finish off her chocolate cheesecake. He made quick arrangements to pay for their dinner, tip their waiter, and get up to the valet booth so they could get out of here.
Except, the valet was being an asshole, and she couldn’t stand in the lobby area for too much longer when she could hear him, most likely causing a damned scene, again.
“What the fuck is your issue?” He asked, and quickly darted his tongue out to wet his lips after she gently touched his arm.
She glanced at him in an attempt to coax him to relax, but the second the valet decided to contact his manager and it made the two of them stand outside for an additional twenty minutes in the balmy LA haze, she wound up getting annoyed at the situation as well.
It wasn’t a good combination to have the woman who was still publicly labeled as Mrs. Aubrey Graham standing next to the Grammy Winning Producer, let alone dating him – and God, these blow ups? She’d have a triple digit unread message count in her emails come the morning.
Leaving out of here with little to no confrontation would be in their best interest, but she had a feeling that it wasn’t how this was going to go down.
“We just want the keys, how hard is that?” She stared at the teenager and squinted to read his name tag, “Jake. What are you contacting a manager for?”
“The car was accidently parked in a tow-away zone, so it’s going to be an additional ten dollars for relocating the vehicle and avoiding the ticket and towing…” The Manager insisted as he stepped in front of Jake, all 5’4 inches of man with a balding head and a firm belief in getting all of his money.
The valet was holding his keys for ransom, basically. An additional ten dollars for what? All he wanted was his fucking keys, and when his lip started to curl up and his voice took on that angry tone, she had to walk to the car.
She knew she’d find it before this argument boiled over. She’d be able to at least lean up against it, if she couldn’t get in. Her heels clicked across the concrete quickly, and then she saw them, paparazzi lurking in the midst of the cars.
After the first few snaps, she knew she had to make her way back over before it ended up on TMZ within the next few hours. She cursed softly and clicked back across the parking lot and gently gripped his arm.
“Can we go? Just snatch the fucking keys,” She insisted, and he clenched his jaw as The Manager insisted on firmly repeating himself.
“Gimme my fucking keys.”
“Ten dollars—”
“Fuck ten dollars. Gimme my fucking keys. I’ma turn this whole fuckin’ spot up—” He huffed as he saw Jake resurfacing with his keys in hand, and he snatched them from him, and gently gripped her hip before she could begin to start apologizing on his behalf.
The walk to the car was accentuated with flashes as he led her to the car with her hand gripped in his. He made sure she got in and he tossed a couple of middle fingers to the paparazzi as he sat in the driver’s seat, and waited for an exit route to be cleared for him to get out of the fucking parking lot, and somewhere else, fast.
There was silence inside the car as outside, people were instructed to create a hole for him to get out. She put all her attention into ducking her head and thanking God for his technically illegal grade tint, and trying not to look over at his jaw, which was clenched so tight it was practically throbbing.
“Why are you so frustrated?” She asked softly as they finally started back towards her apartment, and she wondered if he could pick up on her vibe. He sucked his teeth and kept his gaze focused out the window without answering, and she knew she was going to try again.
“Chris, talk to me.” She dropped her hand to his thigh, and drew small circles in his skin.
He couldn’t get to her apartment quick enough, really. Defusing his anger was the best part of the night, to be honest…
“I just have a lot on my mind,” He insisted and she wasn’t going to drop it, until he exhaled, “Robyn, for real…”
“I’m not letting you go upstairs like this.” She batted her eyelashes at him, and he narrowed his gaze at her. “You should pull over, talk to me.”
She unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at him, and he raised his eyebrow but managed to turn onto a side street, saddled with high shrubbery on both sides. Perfectly secluded and quiet, he killed the engine and turned towards her with his eyes gently closed.
“I don’t want us to swerve into something while you’re talking and I’m listening.” She stroked his thigh, and he bit down on his bottom lip, knowing she didn’t want to really talk at all, but rather distract him.
“Start talking.” She looked up at him at the same time her hand went into his jogging pants and boxers, freeing up his erection. There wasn’t going to be much of a conversation…
She began to nuzzle the head, and she heard him exhale as she started licking the tip.
“You know damned well,” His fingers went into her hair and gently ranked his fingers through the black blonde curls. “You don’t wanna talk; you just want to get me to stop thinking about it…”
She hummed out her response and it made him gently lift his hips.
“Fuck…you think sucking my dick will change things?” She hummed again and closed her mouth around him, and started flexing her cheeks and gliding her mouth down over his length.
“Mhmmmm,” She pulled back with a pop and a wink, and he wasn’t surprised at how well she could maneuver herself in such tight spaces.
He licked his lips as she looked up at him and kissed his tip before pushing it gently back into her mouth, and her lips stretched to accommodate him. He tugged on her hair a little and gently rocked his hips before she gripped his him, and he exhaled sharply.
“Let me fuck the frustration out with your mouth, babe.” He suggested as she moaned and started to stroke his dick, letting him do whatever he wanted.
She had no intentions of going upstairs and waking up with her apartment wrecked because things escalated on the staircase, and the aftermath was rough and amazing, but Jesus – she had to find a buffer somewhere.
He started to do as he requested, picking up the speed and fucking her mouth at the same time he dropped a hand from her hair and found his hands pushing up her skirt. Her fingers grabbed his thigh at the same time he slapped her slit over the lace material of her panties, and he chuckled.
“Baby,” His voice dropped a few notches as she pulled back from his erection and caught her breath for a minute, and dropped her hand to replace her mouth. Her mouth covered his as her fist started working, and he sucked on her bottom lip.
She pulled apart first and kissed his lips again, and he managed to multitask well enough to get her panties to the side before he plunged his two fingers inside of her. He probably wasn’t going to last for too much longer with the situation going as such, so he wasn’t surprised when she managed to bend down in just enough time to taste the pearly white cum that dripped from his head.
She wanted to straddle him, but this car wasn’t big enough for that.
“The quicker I get you home, the quicker we’ll finish this talk...”
