Star Quality
Pairing: Pardison Fontaine x Black! Thick! OC
Summary: A story with some smut at the end. May give it a part two, I don't know yet.
I don’t know about y’all but that fine ass man right there got my ovaries on LOCK.
I blame my friend, Dom for this. She encourage the whortivity.
Anyway enjoy,☺🥴
The light shined bright on my face, my eyes slightly blinded. Anxiety rested in my chest as I looked over all the people in the stands. So many of them were screaming, pumped up with excitement. So many were screaming my name.
All these people here just to see lil ole me.
I searched through the crowd, hopeful to see his face but I knew he wasn't going to be here.
I wanted to be wrong but what's true is just what it is.
I blinked back my tears as I began with my first song of the night 'Heartbreak'. I started strong, singing my heart out as things went on my lyrics hitting closer to home.
My mama told me to stay away from the industry niggas.
If we both wanted a career, it'd never work she said. I didn't listen because I figured who better to understand me, than someone with my exact goals- we could be an it couple, we could be successful together.
I should've listened.
The year before.
"And you said we'd be late." I teased, taking my bodyguard, Tommy's hand as I stepped down from the car.
"You took your sweet ass time at the Hotel."
"My makeup is a whole regime- one lash out of place and my whole energy is off." I said matter of factually, pleased when he didn’t reply.
I looked up at the radio station, my heart swelling with happiness. I'd never been invited to do an interview before- I've never been famous before either. This year was full of firsts for me and honestly, I'm ready to accept it all.
"Nervous?"
"Not nervous- terrifyingly happy, I'll say."
"Those don't go together."
"A lot of things I do don't but I make it work." He chuckled to my side, his laughter easing my nerves.
Plopping into a chair, I bounced in my seat giving the biggest grin I could to everyone in the room. You could say I was a little too eager.
"We got brand new artist- Sincerity in the building!" He started off cupping his mouth to make an echo effect.
"Wassup y'all!" I said excitedly, my bubbly giggle bursting through.
"I see your animated this afternoon.”
"I'm grateful as hell to be here, that's why."
"We're just as happy to have you." He spoke returning my grin. "Let's talk about your new hit single, Black Jack that just hit number 2 on the top 100 in the U.S. and number 12 worldwide. How does it feel as a new artist to become this popular, this fast?"
"It feels so good and so unexpected. When I recorded it, I had high hopes but they never went up this high."
"I guess that's on me for having such low expectations," I said shaking my head.
"Could you tell me the meaning of the song? Give a little insight."
"Black Jack is about gambling with your life and all the decisions you want to make with so little time. Everything we do feels like we're playing a game of chance and I think my song with its fast-paced beat really gives you that feeling."
"Any inspirations?"
"You'd be surprised to hear this but I had such a huge mixture of music growing up." "Like from Lauryn Hill to Bjork, I was everywhere and I think that really shows in the songs that I make. I like to be versatile.”
The energy in the room shifted slightly and I braced what was he was going to say.
"So recently you've taken pictures with New York rapper, Pardison Fontaine." Tommy gave me a look and I sat up straighter, paying attention. Nervousness started to run through me because anything I say could be critical to my career.
Junior was a lot like other radio people, messy as hell because that's what people like to hear. They're interested in you but they're more interested in the drama that surrounds you because it creates traction.
My manager, Shanice couldn't come but she prepped me the night before telling me what to do.
"Yeah, we took them at Meg's birthday party! It was so much fun." I said nodding my head at the memory. " I took pictures with a bunch of other people too."
"But Pardi is in all of them, one way or another."
"We were sitting together. We talked throughout the party."
"About what?" Junior looked me in the eye, his slick smirk making me scoff. He was trying to get into my head but I stayed resilient.
"About business deals and music really," Pausing, I leaned into the mic closer continuing to talk.
"I can admit he cute or whatever," I said with an eye-roll, everyone else laughing with me.
"But there's literally nothing between us, I super duper promise," I say crossing my heart. " We're just friends- friends, who when they cross paths, take a whole lot of pictures and talk."
"That's it?"
"Dassit." I said quickly, laughing afterward. The disappointment in his face spoke volumes and He looked like he wanted to press further but he knew he couldn't. He moved onto the next question, my interview going much smoother.
Finally leaving the radio station, my phone started to buzz in my hands. I already knew he was gonna call me the minute it ended and I took my time to answer letting it ring a little longer.
"You make me sick."
"Now, I know that's a lie." Pardi, or Jordan as I called him said, I could practically see his smirk over the phone.
"You don't know shit."
"So, I'm just cute or whatever?"
"Ain't that what I said?"
"You've said more than that."
"I been lying." I admitted playfully
"That easily? Wowww-" He faked shock and I bit back a smile, scratching at my hand. Despite my dodging, he did make my stomach flip inside out and made me think things I know I shouldn’t have been.
"You seemed to be so tuned into the radio today- I thought you didn't listen unless you were on it?"
"I had to support my girl."
"I'm your girl? That's crazy."
"You always gonna be my girl." I let out a breathless laugh, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum.
"Okay, Jordan."
"Come see me." He said confidently making me raise an eyebrow.
"See you where?"
"At the studio. You know that's my second home." It was mine too and my mama was constantly down my throat about not being stable with my sleeping.
"Who else gon' be there?"
"Nobody. Just the two of us." Blinking, I opened my mouth trying to find a response.
"You plotting, you're trying to get me all alone."
"You gonna fall for the trap?"
"Maybe” Feeling frisky, I pushed harder. “I don’t feel so convinced, though.”
"If you come, I'll mix something for you."
"Something new?"
"Brand spanking new, baby." He slapped something for emphasis and I shrugged my shoulders like he could see me.
"I'm feeling a little persuaded-"
"I also happen to have some new music- you know I trust your judgment." He came to me for a-lot of things, whether it be a critique or some advice we talked about so much.
"Since you're begging me at this point, I'll show up."
"I can't wait." I could hear his grin and I couldn’t suppress my own anymore, full on biting my lip as a smiled.
"Don't cream your pants, now."
”I won’t even say what I’m thinking,” He chuckled. “See you in a second, Nelle.”
“Bye, Jordan. “ Clicking off my phone, Tommy stared at me- a smirk on his lips. The kind i absolutely hated.
"What?"
"Nose wide open over that boy."
"Just like I told Junior, I'm gonna tell you."
"We're just friends."
*********
Watching intently as his fingers danced over the keys, one by one he let my head lean on his shoulder. He made me feel so comfortable, his shoulder felt like a hard pillow.
"How long you been playing the piano?"
“A long ass time.”He thought for a second. “My mom’s wanted me to be productive with something and music became that something.”
"I want a kind of interlude, you know with the piano playing the back. Soften the soul you know?"
“Yeah, I can see it.”
I opened my mouth to sing a couple of notes as he kept going. He went up higher and I followed suit, going low when he went he low too. He found somewhere steady and I let my voice rest there with him, finishing softly.
The way he looked at me, his eyes trained on my face so hard it's like he was entranced. Being his center of attention made my heart swell.
"I ever tell you, how much I wish I could sing."
"You know how to hold a tune."
"Nah but if I could belt out like I want, I'd be all over the place."
"How you feel singing from your chest." Taking his hand I pressed it right to my breast, and looked him in his eyes.
"It's like grabbing something from within and pushing it out." I took one deep breath and then another his hand rising with each breath I took.
His hand slowly dragged up my neck to touch my cheek. He seemed hesitant at first but I leaned further into his hand, moving in closer.
We kissed softly to test the waters but we weren’t gentle kind of people. The second kiss felt more impassioned and aggressive, as I sighed behind his lips his touches all over my body jolting me.
He placed his hands on my waist pulling me onto his lap. With my legs on either side, I pressed my panties against his clothed shorts grinding on him so he could feel how wet he was making me.
"What we about to do here?"
“The fuck you think.” I said impatiently, swiping my gloss off his bottom lip even though I was going to stain it some more.
“I’m just wanna know before, we get too deep.”
"I know what I want."
"Do you?" Pressing my hand against his chest I started to unbutton his shirt, keeping up eye contact.
"I do."
Scrunching my dress up around my hips, he pushed my thighs apart pressing his fingers onto my clit. He was gentle swiping against it but I want him to be rougher.
He lined up his tip and slid inside making me gasp. I threw my arms over his shoulder, my fingers becoming entangled in his curls as I bounced on his dick our cum echoing in the room.
He gripped my ass, making me bounce faster.
Standing up from the chair, we kissed as he stroked up into me. My back hit the cold glass and something clicked on behind me but with how good he was fucking me I couldn't care less.
"You feel so fucking good-" One of his hands grasped my neck, the other touching the dip of my back to get in deeper. I bit back a smirk, my breasts heaving up and down as he picked up speed.
His deep groans of pleasure, rumbled in my ear and into the pit of my stomach.
I clenched around him slowing things down, his hand tightening it's grip. He guided my face up, sloppily french kissing me our tongues melding together. He pecked my lips one more time gazing at me.
“You gotta take it.” He mumbled, making me wrap my legs around his waist entrapping him.
I pushed him back onto his chair, plunging him back inside of me.
“I’m not the one who needs to take it.” I said breathlessly, kissing his neck lining hickies where his tattoos were.
His chest rose and he shuddered underneath me, his big hands on my back rolls guiding me clearly as I fucked him into the chair. My thighs clapped together and I moaned quietly stopping in my tracks as my orgasm started to crash onto the horizon.
He pushed my thighs back open, circling my clit so I could cum all over his dick. He pulsated inside me and every movement made me feel more sensitive as minutes ticked on.
“Gon head and cum.” He teased me, bringing our lips together once more. He swallowed back my moans, easing me into a steady lull of pleasure.
I came seconds later, a trembling mess. His name tumbled from my mouth in repeated chants, his strong arms surrounding my hips to keep me in place. He sat still in me, his own body barely holding on.
I couldn’t tell if you it was lust, or the fact I had in the palm in my hand but as I ground onto him knowing he was going to cum in me, the power and love I felt was unmatched.
He stopped trying to stop me, relishing in his satisfaction as he painted my walls white. His cum filled me up to the brim and I slid back watching it ooze out a little, the sweat on pooling my forehead sliding between my breasts.
He caressed each part of fat on my body the look in his eyes so intense, my heart barely matched it. He said 4 words that cemented everything and from there I was locked in.
“Let’s do this again.”
