Elijah "Smoke" Moore / Elias "Stack" Moore / Elizabeth "Beth" Everly (reader)
THERE WILL BE NO INCEST IN THIS FIC
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THE SCENERY…
*SET IN THE 50s*
Stack is a vampire
Smoke is alive and human
Annie and Mary(vampire) are bartenders at the club
Annie and Smoke are close friends with a baby rather than lovers
Reader’s aesthetic
THE ‘RED ROOM’ WILL NOT BE REVEALED RIGHT AWAY
SUMMARY: You’re working for the twins at a kink club in the 50s. Being their employee, you would never cross that line…right?
PAIRINGS: Elijah “Smoke” x Elias “Stack” x Beth (black, fem, reader)
WARNINGS: language; drug use; drinking; smoking; sexual tension; smut; use of “N” word
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Michael, Michael, Michael! I’ve been in love with Sinners since I saw it, and MBJ was my original celebrity crush, so I have to write for him! It’s honestly been too long, in my opinion. Let me know what you guys think! I'm so excited to finally share it with y'all. This is my first time writing for someone who isn't Aaron so please be gentle with me lol.
“Welcome to the Devil’s Den, where your worst dreams come true. How can I help you today?”, you smile at the patron before you as your corset digs into your back.
“C’mon Beth, don’t act like you don’t recognize me now!” The stranger said.
You recognized the voice, but, “Aww shit! I know that ain’t Cornbread! What you doing up in here?” You ask the jovial man.
Cornbread smiles at you, a look of disbelief on his face, “Damn Beth, you sure grew up fine!” he says as he takes off his hat with a slight bow of his head. You smile, shaking your head at your friend.
“Cornbread! Nigga you better stop making eyes at Beth! Get on back there and handle ya wife, she already had three men.” You watch as your boss Elias Moore or “Stack” as they call him usher Cornbread behind the velvet curtain. He returned shortly after with a shake of his head.
“C’mon now Stack, Cornbread ain’t mean nothing by it. It’s just talk you know how much he loves Esther,” you say with a teasing tilt in your voice.
“Yeah, well whatever make sure these niggas pay, we ain’t put yo pretty ass in front for nothing,”Stack says with a smirk before he too disappears behind the velvet curtain. You sigh dreamily when you’re sure Stack’s out of earshot. Goddamn that man was finer than baby hair. It only seemed like yesterday when he and his brother changed your life.
FLASHBACK
“I told Jackson the police ain’t stopping by anymore -- wait,” Stack stops abruptly in the entrance to the alleyway behind their acquaintance’s club.
“What?” Smoke asks, his sense now on high alert. He takes a step back pulling out his gun, head on a swivel looking for a potential threat.
“This ain’t normandy beach nigga, look!” Stack gestured to a dumpster about ten feet away and he could clearly see a young girl slumped over next to the dumpster. She was either dead, high or sleeping; normally he would just walk right by. But, the white dress and sandals she had on indicated that she was far too innocent to be in a back alley behind a drug dealer’s club.
“Excuse me for always being the prepared one, somebody’s gotta watch your back,” Smoke said, tucking his gun back into his waistband. The twins approach your unconscious figure, squatting down to get a better look at you.
“Damn, they beat the shit out of her,” Smoke says, removing his hat. He looked at you, his features softening. You were practically covered in bruises, they littered your face, arms, and legs.
“At least she’s still breathin’,” Stack said, as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Your high cheekbones and delicate features stun the two men as they take in the battered beauty before them.
“C’mon we gotta move her,” Smoke said, reaching under you to pick you up bridal style. Normally, it was Stack who would do something irrational. There was just something about you, Smoke couldn’t risk you being out in the elements any longer. And, who knows if someone was coming back to finish the job.
“You sure about this, brother?” Stack asked, but Smoke was already headed toward his truck.
“C’mon nigga get the door!” Smoke shouted over his shoulder. Stack mumbled a curse before jogging up to meet his brother with the battered beauty in his arms.
...
“Ok so we got her! Now what?” Stack asked his brother, as he flew down the highway to their home.
“We’re just going to get her cleaned up and sent on her way, that's all,” Smoke said to his brother. Little did he know how wrong he’d be.
END OF FLASHBACK
“Why you gotta be so mean to Cornbread? He was only messin’”, you say, waiting on Stack’s face to reappear from behind the curtain.
When it does, he says, “Yeah, Cornbread is a bonafide freak darlin’. You keep letting him sweet talk you, he gon’ try and get in them pink silk panties you got on,” Stack said, placing his signature toothpick in his mouth. You watched as his lips closed around the toothpick, a small smile adorning your face.
“What I tell you about looking through my delicates?” You say, sauntering toward a smirking Stack. Stack glanced away, a bashful look on his face.
“Elias… have you been going though my things?” you ask a seductive smirk on your face as you bat your eyelashes up at the man in red.
“Hard to miss em’ when you’re always walking around, that plump backside hanging out the back. Everywhere I look I can see your ‘things’,” Stack begins to snicker as you playfully slap his shoulder.
“Hush, up! I’m a decent lady!” You say psushing your shoulder’s back in a mock posh stance.
Stack rolls his eyes as he tilts his head back with a full body laugh, his fangs glinting in the low light. “Yeah, right. ‘Right there stack! Ouu fuck yes keep eating me just like that!’ That sound like something a ‘decent lady’ says?” Stack asks, using finger quotes to make emphasis.
You we’re stunned into silence, mouth agape as the man infront of you cackled at your expense. You open your mouth to reply but a booming voice cuts you off.
“Stack! Nigga I’m about to put Beth ass in the ‘Red Room’! Everytime I look for you, here you are, nose spread wide open sniffing behind her!” Smoke scolded. Stack snuck a peek at you, your fingers pressed against your lips to hide your laughter.
He rolled his eyes playfully, peeking over your head to eye his twin. “Didn’t I walk up here earlier and you had your hand up the back of Beth’s dress?”
An un-lady-like snort left you at Stack’s question. You peeked a glance at Smoke over your shoulder to see him glaring at his brother. When he looks down at you, his gaze softens and he shoots you a wink, “Hey, peaches.”
You soften immediately at the nickname, “Hey, papa,” you say, turning to face him fully. You take a step toward him, reaching forward to straighten his tie.
“Stack was just gettin’ Cornbread outta my hair baby. Want me to send him back to work?” You ask playfully.
“How ‘bout both of y’all get to fuckin’ work and stop wasting our money,” Smoke placed a kiss on your forehead before moving deeper into the club. As you watch his figure retreat you feel a pair of lips behind your earlobe.
“C’mon baby, Smoke’s already mad at us! Go work so we can play later,” you whine as Stack teases your sweet spot.
“Why play later, when I got you hot, wet and ready right now,” Stack mumbled against your neck. His fangs playing against your pulse point. You hum out a laugh as Stack wraps his arms around your front, hands splaying across your lower belly.
“Elias, get now before your brother takes away our play time,” You slink out of his hold, immediately missing his warmth. You take your place behind the hostess’ podium shooting stack a wink and a fingerwave and he adjusts his obvious hard-on.
Stack straightens his cap before turning and heading back, “Oh, Peaches! I hope you’re ready for the begging I have in store for you,” He snickers as he walks away your protests falling on deaf ears.
“Annie, baby I’d kill for one of your catfish sandwiches right na!” you exclaim after your stent in the ‘Red Room’.
“Girl after the show you put on in there, you need it! All the soldiers were salutin’ you,” Annie jokes as she dries an empty pitcher.
“How’s Rain doin’?” you ask, sliding into an empty barstool.
A soft smile blooms on Annie’s face at the mention of her and Smoke’s baby girl. “She’s wonderful, ganna make her Daddy go gray.”
You laugh at Annie’s comment, “I’m surprised that man won’t born with gray hair. But, my sister has some dresses her daughter grew out of. I can bring ‘em to you tomorrow night?” you suggest.
“You too sweet to me, thank you!” Annie says, pulling you into a hug across the bartop.
“We family, you know that,” you say, looking warmly into Annie’s eyes. Annie glanced toward the Red Room and back to you.
“How was it in there tonight?” Annie asks, nodding in the direction of the room.
You shrug, a look of indifference on your face. “It was aight, folks really came for Pearline,” you say, reaching over the counter to steal a cherry.
Annie lets out a hum of approval, “You know she bends in a way that just ain’t natural. She pop her hip?” (twerking)
You nod enthusiastically, “Twice, Annie! I gotta learn that!” You joke, jumping off the barstool. Trying to copy Pearline, you put an arch in your back and shake your rump. You and Annie both giggle like schoolgirls at your attempt to do the dance.
“Hey! What’s allat movement back there?!” Stack exclaims, coming around the corner. You stop dancing immediately, your cheeks warm with embarrassment of getting caught. Annie snickers as she ducks behind the bar.
“Do it again,” Stack commands, leaning against the doorframe.
You look around nervously, “Boy, I’m not making a fool of myself,” you finish with a giggle. Stack smirks, his golds glinting in the light.
“I just wanna see that ass shake again, you’ll show me won’t you baby?” Stack asks advancing on you, like a predator stalking his prey. In between the two of them you were surprised you didn’t have whiplash.
“Not now, later. You still got time before you go to ground?,”You ask starring up at him. Stack sighs softly before rolling up his sleeve to check his watch.
“Still got a few hours left, come on baby. Smoke’s waiting,” Stack said, offering his arm for you to take. Once you do, he leads you both out. You shoot a wink to Annie over your shoulder, and she just shakes her head, smiling at her friend.
Okay, I know it's sort of a cliff hanger but I wanted to see how y'all liked it first. So will there be more? Let me know in the comments!
Special shoutout to my girls @nayaesworld @theereinawrites @keehendrixx for being the best guinea pigs!
Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Black fem reader (Penelope aka "Penny")
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SUMMARY: Penelope wishes she could get rest. Insomnia doesn’t even begin to describe her inability to sleep. She’s tried it all: melatonin, hypnosis, sleeping pills, you name it. On her last straw, she visits her best friend, Georgia, who has something that just might work. But, she doesn’t warn Penelope about the vivid dreams that accompany it…
PAIRING: Erik Killmonger x Elias (Stack) Moore x Elijah (Smoke) More x Penelope “Penny” (reader)
WARNINGS: SMUT; porn with little plot; language; BDSM themes; if I leave something out tell me.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I got the idea for this from a dream of my own after binging Supernatural, but I decided to tweak it a little and bring it to life on the page. I’ve been gone for a while, but I hope you guys enjoy something new from me. I want to make this into a series. As always, constructive criticism is welcome, but babygirl is sensitive, so be gentle. I definitely have ideas for making this into a series, if you guys want more, that is. Happy reading, my loves !! If there’s anyone I forgot to tag please comment and let me know!!
WORD COUNT: 2.5K
REM SLEEP (rapid eye movement): A stage of the sleep cycle characterized by rapid eye movements, vivid dreaming, and high brain activity that’s similar to being awake.
NIGHT ONE.
“Georgia, are you sure this shit’s going to work?” you ask, eyeing the bag of the african dream root she'd given you.
“Penny, my aunt swears by it. You know her PTSD is really bad, it helps her sleep after the worst nightmares.” Georgia said, rubbing your arm. “You haven’t slept peacefully in months. Come on, you’re tired, barely making it through your shifts. You need rest or you’ll burn out more than you already have. Just try it tonight, and if it doesn’t work, you can throw it in the trash,” you watch as she tops off the bag with more tea leaves. Thanking her, you take the bag, and head towards the door hugging Georgia on your way out.
Once you got home, you did your regular nighttime routine, made your tea and settled into bed. Turning on your soft mood lighting, you grab your kindle and settle into bed. You’re reading a why choose romance, where a woman is at the mercy of three male suitors. She’s tied to an extravagant bed while they use her for their pleasure, and she’s enjoying every second of it. You’re on the second chapter of orgasms when your eyes begin to droop.
“Mmm, my pretty Penny, how wet are you for me hmm?” You blink your eyes open, the figure on top of you slowly coming into focus. Sepia colored skin, marred by keloid scars. Muscular torso with a tapered waist that led to an impressive bulge. Though, as the room around you came more into focus there was no denying that this was Erik Killmonger. His tapered locs hanging freely, just barely showing his eyes, a dangerous smirk painted on his face, and his skin glowing in the hazy light. Glistening with oil or sweat, you didn’t know, but it was hot as hell.
“Erik?” you question.
“What are you doing?” you mumbled, your eyes drifting lower to see the bulge in his briefs.
He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear as he purred, “What does it look like I’m doing baby? I’m taking what’s mine, and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.” You try to reach for him, but are met with resistance. Glancing up, you see that your wrists are tied to the bed frame, struggling to free yourself proves useless. Goosebumps pepper your skin as Erik’s strong, large hands rest on your thighs. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine.
“What do you say, we put that pretty mouth of yours to good use?” Erik’s lips brushed your neck with every word, making you arch into him.
“What’s going on?”, you ask, your mind reeling trying to grasp the situation in front of you.
Erik chuckles against your neck, “Baby I thought that was obvious.” He leans back, his onyx eyes focused on you. Chest heaving with lust, lips plump and moist. You couldn’t help but bite your own at the thought of them on your body, kissing, licking, and sucking. You glance down at your body, your eyes widening at your bare frame. Only a thin pair of blood red panties on, pushed to the side. This is crazy! There’s no way that the fictional man of your dreams has you tied to bed practically naked. Fuck it, you thought. If this is the only chance you have to fuck the man of your dreams, you’re going to take it. Erik feels your body soften against the restraints, legs widening to accommodate his size.
“That’s right mama, let me in. Let me worship you, take you, please you and make you mine.” Erik pulls back, his eyes focused on yours, impatiently waiting to defile you.
Your eyes roll back in your head as Erik’s hands grab your heaving breasts. His calloused hands immediately find your sensitive mounds, kneading and groping as he leans in to capture a pert nipple between his teeth. You whine, unable to hide the need in your voice as Erik sucks and tugs your nipple with his expert mouth, as his hand reaches up to tease your other nipple.
“Yeah baby, let me hear you,” Erik moans into your flesh.
“I want it all, your moans, screams, your cum. I want you crying, begging, and pleading until my name is the only thing you remember,” Erik moans his mouth leaving no part of your breasts untouched.
“Mm, more E, please,” you moan. Your hips canting in the air hoping to find some kind of friction.
“There she is,”Erik smiles, his signature gold slugs making an appearance. “Where do you want my mouth?”
“Kiss me,” you respond immediately. So desperate to feel his lips on yours. Something similar to a growl leaves his lips before they meet yours in a heated passionate kiss. Tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours as mewls and moans are released from you. You struggle against your restraints wanting to touch him, run your fingers through his locs, claw at the defined muscles of his back, you wanted it all. The kiss is a dance of dominance and desire, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if he’s claiming you, possessing you utterly. He pours all of his pent up passion and longing into the kiss, his lips moving against your with a fervor that takes your breath away.
One hand tangles in your hair, gripping your braids and angling your head to deepen the kiss further. The other hand slips between you and the sheet to grip your ass pressing your wet pussy against his leg. You immediately search for friction, grinding your warm center against his leg. As the kiss intensifies, your hips continue their relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Erik swallows your moans, following up with a few of his own. You can barely think, in a kiss drunk state all you’re able to do is whine and moan.
“Erik, please,” you beg against his lips.
Breaking the kiss, Erik trails his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin hard enough to leave marks. His teeth graze your pulse point before latching onto it, sucking hard enough to make you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“That’s it Penny , let me hear all those sounds,” he growls against your throat, his voice rough with lust. “You’re mine now, all mine. I’m going to break your body apart piece by piece and put you back together again.”
You fight against the restraints, desperate to touch him, touch yourself, fuck it you just wanted friction. “Erik, touch me please,”you whine. His thigh was so slick with your juices, you ‘d be embarrassed if you weren’t so horny. He pulls away from your neck with a guttural groan, his eyes blazing with primal hunger as they lock onto yours.
“Need more?” He smirks, his fingers trailing down your torso to tease your clit with slow deliberate circles.
You whined, throwing your head back as you babbled incoherently. “Yes baby, I… I n-need more. S-so much more. Untie me please,” you cry out, pulling on your restraints.
Erik leans back, a cold smirk on his face, “Why should I untie you pretty Penny?”
You groan, your mind delirious with need, “Because, I want to pull your hair, while you eat my pussy daddy. Please don’t deny me,” you whine.
A low appreciative groan rumbles in his chest at your request. “Mmm, you nasty bitch.”
Your body arches as Erik kisses a trail of fire down the length of your body, pausing to lavish attention to each hip, no doubt leaving marks behind. Continuing his descent, he settles between your thighs. He inhales deeply, savoring your intoxicating scent. Reaching out he parts your pussy lips admiring your glistening flower.
“Fuck, you smell so good. You this wet for me baby?” Without waiting for you to answer, he dives right in. His tongue delving between your folds to taste your essence directly from the source. He laps at your slit hungrily, alternating between broad flat strokes and targeted flicks against your clit.
His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he feasts on your pussy like a man starved. Your hands grip the back of Erik’s head pulling him closer, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as you began to ride his face. His nose bumping your clit as your hips circled his mouth.
“That’s it baby ride my fucking face, use me,” Erik moans, tongue deep in your cunt. In the dimly lit room you see the slick shine that’s convering his face, making you moan even louder.
“K- Keep eating me Daddy, just like that,” you finish with a moan. Biting your lip you look down to meet Erik’s eyes. He focuses his attention on your clit, flicking and circiling the sensitive nub with the top of his tongue while two fingers thrust deep into your dripping core. He curls his finger deep, rubbing against that spot that has your toes curling and you seeing stars. Your back arched, hips nearly leaving the mattress, but Erik’s arm pinned you down.
“Nah baby, don’t run away from this. You take everything I give you,” he murmurs against your flesh, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.
“I could eat this sweet little pussy for hours,” to emphasize his point, he seals his lips around your clit hard. Simultaneously pumping his fingers faster and deeper, determined to push you over the edge.
“Oouu yes baby! That’s it! Right there!” you moan, as you feel your release beginning to build. Your abdomen tightening, your pussy buzzing with that delicious burn, and your hips picking up to a rhythm of their own.
“Your fucking mouth feels so good on my pussy daddy! Keep going I’m ganna fucking squirt!”
Erik doubles his efforts at your words, driven wild by the knowledge that he’s bringing you to such heights of ecstasy. His tongue dances over your clit in rapid fluttering motions as he adds a finger. The noises heard from you pussy are past pornographic and just downright nasty.
“That’s right baby. Let go for Daddy. Squirt all over my face like the nasty little slut you are,” he growls against your pussy, his filthy words only fueling the fire that was burning in your belly.
“I want to taste your cum, to feel it gushing down my throat as I make you fall apart. Give it to me Penelope! Now!”
On his command, you felt your climax crash over you. A euphoria like no other rattled your bones, rendering you almost speechless. Your inner walls clampled down rhythmically on Erik’s fingers, rippling and pulsing with intense contractions. Then, a flood of your release gushed forward, spraying from your spasming pussy to coat his face and mouth in your sweet nectar. You hear Erik’s groan of approval in between your own squeals and moans.
He moans in delight as he feels your warm essense splashing against his skin, lapping it up greedily and your body continues to shudder and quake below him. Through it all, he keeps his fingers buried inside you curling and stroking your g-spot further prolonging your orgasm.
“Oh my god!” you cry out, your body giving out. Your arms and legs went slack, your orgasm draining you of all your energy, You watched with hazy eyes as he slowly emerges from between your thighs, his face glistening with remnants of your orgasm as he crawls back up your body. A satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your dazed blissed-out expression.
“Damn baby, watching you come like that, feeling your sweet honey coat my face…” He leans in to capture your lips in a deep, sensual kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “So responsive, so passionate. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you when you’re cumming.”
You moan, strecthing like a feline, “You know my body so well daddy, I’ve never come like that before.”
He chuckles softly, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Well, we’re just getting started baby. I want to see what else I can make that body do.” His hands begin to roam your curves once more, caressing and kneading your soft flesh as if committing each dip and swell to memory.
“I plan to worship every inch of you, to unravel you until you’re nothing but a trembling pleading mess beneath me.” He nips playfully at your earlobe. You moan contently curling into Erik’s side, your body craving his warmth after he wrung you dry.
“Can I regain feeling in my legs first?” you ask playfully, kissing his neck.
He chuckles, “Keep doing that, all you’ll be feeling is those guts being rearranged.” He presses a tender kiss to your temple, his lips lingering on your skin.
“You can rest for 10 minutes, then I’m getting in that pussy baby. My pretty Penny, you’re amazing,” he murmurs softly, his voice sounding far away as you stared into his eyes. Erik reached for a blanket from somewhere on the floor, draping it across the both of you. He held you close, your head on his chest, legs intertwined, and you drifted off to the sound of his
heartbeat.
Your eyes squint open from the blinding sunlight streaming through the coutain. Stretching your arms above your head, you reach to your side, feeling for Erik. Touching nothing but a cold mattress, your eyes shoot open. As your eyes adjust to the morning light, you take in your surroundings. Your bedroom looked exactly the way you left it, kindle and water bottle on your bedside table along with your phone. Nothing out of place to indicate that anything you just experienced even happened.
“It was a dream?” you question to no one in particular. Sitting up you fling your sheets off your body and swing your legs to the side of the bed. The dampness between your thighs is unmistakable, Well it was definitely a good dream, you thought. You yawned drowsily as you made your way to your ensuite bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
After using the bathroom and washing your hands, you turn on your shower. Undressing while the bathroom heats up. Undressing you double take looking at yourself in the mirror. Small little fingertip shaped bruises littered your thighs, and a hickie was at the base of your neck.
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*the book excerpt above is from ‘The Cruel Prince’ by Holly Black
SUMMARY: I think I’m obsessed with the early 2000s. But this is set in the era of MapQuest and Motorola Razrs. You and Terry have been at each other’s throats for months. Putting the term “Workplace rivalry” to shame.
PAIRINGS: Terry x Tatum (black, fem, reader)
WARNINGS: Terry being an asshole
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is going to be a slow burn, So there won’t be any smut in this fic. Just simple character building.
If I missed anybody, please comment and let me know!
“I told you to make a left three miles back!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms in frustration.
“I swear to god if you say that one more time, I’ll pull this car over. I’m literally an ex-marine, I know my way around a map,” Terry said, his voice taking on a rumbling growl. You roll your eyes, huffing as you turn away from him to look out the window. Your cybersecurity company planned a business retreat for you and your coworkers as a way to celebrate the huge account they just obtained and boost morale. Pairing you with your ‘least compatible match’, your boss thought it’d be a great way for you and Terry to try and get along.
FLASHBACK
“Nora please! Pair me with anyone but him,” you begged your boss. You knew it was a strong possibility that she’d pair you with Terry, that doesn’t mean that you weren’t going to fight it.
“Tatum, try and look at it from my perspective. I’ve got two team leads who don’t get along, which is making it really hard for me to conduct meetings. You two can’t be in the same room for more than 5 minutes without world war three happening.”Nora says, closing her laptop.
“Look at it like this, if my top two performers of my team are constantly butting heads, what kind of example do you think that’s going to set for your subordinates? You and Terry either find a way to deal with each other or both of you will have to think of a change in departments.” She finishes, her tone signifying that there’s no room for discussion.
With a sigh you say, “Fine, I’ll do my best. Just make sure you tell that meathead the same thing.”
END FLASHBACK
With a huff you say, “I can’t believe Nora actually though pairing us together would work. We still have 3 hours left on the road.”
“It’ll go by quicker if you shut up,”Terry grumbles, reaching forward to turn his playlist up.
“Ugh! And do we have to listen to classic rock the whole way? Nobody wants their eardrums to bleed 24/7 like you do” You add, positioning your body to stare Terry down. Despite hating his guts, Terry was fucking hot, and boy did he know it too.
“Well, it’s better than listening to your voice all day, or at all for that matter,” Terry glances over at you, a teasing half smirk on his face. He reaches for the volume switch on his steering wheel, turning the volume up yet again.
He wasn't exactly sure how your rivalry started but Terry knew that he couldn’t stand you. How you were always so warm and glowy. Flashing your grossly attractive smile around the office like those knuckleheads deserved to be graced by the sun each morning. Walking around in your stupid clothes that seemed to cling to every curve, his eyes would always be drawn to your annoyingly plump ass. Terry hated your guts, but he could appreciate a fine woman.
You roll your eyes at Terry’s comments, not wanting to further this verbal sparring session. Sliding your eye mask over your eyes, “Just wake me up when we get there,” you said, reclining your chair back.
Terry lets out a defensive snort, clearly unimpressed with your dismissive attitude. “Fine, princess. Don’t let me disturb your beauty sleep.”
You roll your eyes, sitting in silence at Terry’s harsh words. “You’re insufferable,”you mumble under your breath.
Terry just smirks, he laughs,a deep mocking sound that echoes throughout the car. “Insufferable? That’s rich coming from you Tatum. At least I’m honest about who I am and what I want.”
You snatched the eye mask off your face, a gentle rage brewing under the surface. “Don’t pretend that you know anything about me, Terry.”
Another chuckle leaves his mouth, a cold and mirthless sound. “Oh, I know plenty about you, Tatum. More than you like probably. After all, it's not hard to figure out what makes you tick when you’re so transparent.” He reaches forward, turning down the volume slightly, “You’re a puzzle, sure, but not a particularly complex one. Jealous, insecure, and secretly craving validation from those you despise.”
You scoff, meeting his eyes, “Please remind me when I asked for your lackluster input. You know nothing about me Terry.”
He raises both hands in mock surrender, a teasing smirk adorning his infuriatingly handsome face,”You didn’t have to ask, it’s written all over you. I figured since we’re stuck on this drive together, I might as well entertain myself by analyzing your pathetic attempts at independence.”
“Why are you like this?” you ask with a shake of your head.
Terry pins you with his piercing green eyes, “We don’t have enough time to go through all of that, princess.”
“Well whether we like it or not we’re stuck together for the weekend. Obviously it seems like we’re not going to make any progress so how about we don’t speak to one another unless it’s absolutely necessary,”you say your hands wringing together. All of this hostility was triggering you, and you didn’t want to have a full fledged episode in front of Terry.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “If that’s what you want, then so be it.” He adjusts his hands on the steering wheel focusing on the road. Terry looked seemingly lost in thought, but the set of his jaw and the rigid line of his shoulders betrayed his true state. You got under his skin, and he couldn't put his finger on why. Terry just knew he had to get you out of his system one way or another.
You however, were fuming inside. How dare Terry pretend to even know a thing about you. It pissed you off even more to know that he was right.
“You’ve been avoiding me around the office,” you start. “Whenever we need to come up with a proposal together, you send someone else in your place. You always leave the room when I enter it. What did I do to you to make you dislike me so much?”, you ask, your eyes burning holes in the side of his head.
Terry sighs, “Avoiding you implies that I care more than I should. That is not the case.” His words are dismissive, but the way he keeps glancing at you could indicate otherwise.
You huff in frustration, you’re not getting through to him, “So if you’re not avoiding me, what would you call it?”you press, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Because it feels like you’ve been going out of your way to avoid me these past few weeks.”
Terry flicks on the blinker before exiting the highway, within the next six minutes you’re parked at a ‘Buc-ee’s’. You watch as Terry takes a deep breath, seemingly composing himself before saying, “I’m focused on my work, performing well and efficiently. I don’t understand why you can’t get that through your thick fucking skull.”
The deflection pisses you off, “So why me then? You’re perfectly pleasant with everyone else in the office, but when I’m involved it’s different.”
Terry’s eyes drift over you, a mask of indifference painting his face. “Is this conversation going anywhere? Or are you going to keep whining about not being liked?”
You sigh with defeat, turning to face forward you decide to keep your mouth shut, this conversation doing more harm than good.
“I’m just going to fill up and grab something to eat, do you want anything from inside?” Terry asks, grabbing his keys and wallet. You shake your head, ready for a few minutes alone to screw your head on straight.
“Suit yourself, just don’t bother me if you’re hungry in an hour,” and with that, Terry gets out of the car. Halfway into the store, Terry turns back and spots you wiping your eyes. Something in his chest tightens at the fact that he made you cry. Your verbal sparring sessions would always be the highlight of his day, you always had a witty comeback, giving him a run for his money. He’s so lost in his thoughts about you, he doesn’t even realize that he’s next up in line. Terry places his order, getting something additional for you, then heads out.
Back in the car, you call your mom, needing a pep talk from her. “Baby, sometimes two people just don’t get along. Just keep being you, that’s all you can do. I’m sure he’ll come around, what’s not to like?”
You sigh, “But mama, you don’t get it! He’s so frustrating, nobody’s ever gotten under my skin like this. It’s like he knows where and how to press my buttons. It’s getting tiring, Nora said we need to get along or she’ll transfer both of us.”
Your mother stays silent on her side of the phone. She knows her daughter, and her daughter just might have a crush on her work rival. “Are you sure there’s no other reason why you two don’t get along?”
Her statement stuns you, your train of thought coming to a complete halt. “Mama be serious, he’s told me time and time again that I’m not his cup of tea,”you say, wrapping your cardigan tighter around midsection. Looking up you see Terry come out of the Buc-ee’s, bags in hand, making his way to the car.
“Look mama, I have to go but I’ll call you once we get settled in. I love you , bye” you say ending your call. Terry watches as you hang up the phone and pull down the sun visor to wipe away any moisture gathered under your eyes. Guilt heavy like a rock sat uncomfortably in his gut. He never wanted to make you cry, or feel bad about yourself. The truth is, he admires you, how you never seem to let the pressures of the day get to you. How you had a smile for everyone in the office, including Greg, who obviously wanted to fuck you. Always smiling your perfect smile at these people who didn’t deserve it, him included.
Walking to the passenger side window, Terry taps twice to grab your attention. With a start, you meet Terry’s gaze through the tempered glass. Rolling your window down, you look at Terry over your librarian-esque glasses, something he finds oddly cute.
Passing the bags of food through the open window. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got chicken, beef and tofu in case that’s your thing,” Terry said, his eyes refusing to meet yours. This was uncharted territory for him, he wasn’t the ‘thinking about others feelings’ type. He liked to avoid attachments, they slow him down. Terry didn’t need another person he cared about being ripped from his life, he couldn’t take that pain again.
“Terry? Are you good?” you ask when you notice Terry’s eyes went unfocused and he was lost inside his head.
Terry nods his head, handing you the food, “Yeah sweet girl, hold these for me. I’m going to fill up so we can hit the road.” You barely have time to respond before Terry’s on the other side of the car filling up.
Where the fuck did that come from? You thought. Reaching into the back you pull out a chicken sandwich. Reaching for your drink, you notice Terry bought your favorite. His thoughtfulness sends a shiver down your spine. Terry might not think you’re a puzzle, but he definitely is, infuriating and alluring in equal measure.
Once the tank is full, Terry slides back into the driver’s seat. You can feel the energy shift as he settled in. You glance over at him and you’re startled to find he’s already looking at you.
“Look, I don’t want to spend the rest of this retreat biting each other’s heads off. Believe it or not Tatum, I don’t want to fight with you. It’s clear we both are passionate and have strong viewpoints. For the sake of our jobs, and a cohesive work environment, I think we should just pretend to get along for the duration of the trip.” Terry looks over at you apprehensively, hoping what he just said didn’t piss you off.
You sighed before turning your body to face Terry, “I don’t want to argue with you either, but pretending isn’t going to help anything when we have to go back to the office next week. I’ll do my best to not piss you off, all I ask is that you do the same.” You state, finally meeting Terry’s eyes. He’s looking at you with apprehension, sizing you up.
“You’ve got a deal,” he says, outstretching his hand. You place your hand in his, the familiar spark shooting up your arm. Terry quickly slides his hand out of yours, starting the vehicle, you both head back out on the road.
3 HOURS LATER
“Well, look who finally decided to show up!” Nora exclaims, as Terry rolls both your suitcases into the hotel lobby. Despite being a complete asshole at least Terry was raised as a gentleman.
“Ha Ha, very funny Nora. Those directions you sent sucked,” Terry grumbled, taking his room key from Nora’s outstretched hand, not noticing the devious smirk her face held. You follow behind Terry outstretching your hand as well.
Nora’s face pinches with nervousness, “So, umm, little mix-up with the rooms.” Terry stops abruptly. You watch his head hang, shoulders sag, and you hear a deep sigh come from him.
“Does this mean what I think it does?” Terry asks, turning to face Nora.
“Well somewhere during the registration process, the amount of rooms needed got mixed up. And since you two were the last to make it in, you guys have to room together. And before you ask, the hotel is fully booked for some medical conference.” Nora finished. This was obviously an uncomfortable conversation for her to have. Her face was red as hell.
The last thing you wanted right now is to be rooming with Terry. But, being the people pleaser you are, you give Nora a small smile. “It’s only a few days Nora, I’m sure we won’t burn the hotel down.”
You hear Terry scoff behind you, “Speak for yourself.” You roll your eyes at his comment before patting Nora on the shoulder. With the deepest sigh you can muster, you head toward the elevator.
“Tatum, wait,” Terry says. You turn and Terry takes in your exhausted expression. “I don’t think anyone should be subjected to my snoring. That’s all I meant,” Terry said, with a shrug of his shoulders. A sheepish smile forms on his lips.
Another heavy sigh leaves your lips, “This isn’t ideal for me either, Terry. Do you think I want to be trapped in a room with someone who would rather be anywhere else?” Your enthusiasm meter had finally reached E. All you wanted was a hot shower, a face mask, and a glass or three of wine. Now you’d be spending your evening undoubtably bickering with Terry over what to watch.
Terry’s smile fades, replaced by a grimace of discomfort. “Look, Tatum, I didn’t ask for this anymore than you did.” He rakes his hand down his face, the action oddly attractive to you.
“But let’s get something straight: this isn’t personal. It’s complicated.” Your gaze flickers away from him, unable to hold his stare for long. “We can figure out a way to coexist, can’t we?” he asked, the smirk returning.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s about fifty other things I’d rather be doing.” Terry turns, clearly dismissing you.
An unamused chuckle leaves your lips as you stride past Terry toward the elevators. You may or may not have called him an asshole along the way. Terry scoffed, following behind you. A dark smirk rose on his face as he watched your ass move in the leggings you wore. Not that you needed it, but Terry could really see the difference the pilates classes were making.
You two ride up the elevator in tense, annoyed silence. Terry insists on carrying both your luggage all the way to the room. “You can have the shower first, I’ll run out and grab us something to eat. So you can have privacy. Just text me when you’re decent.” Terry says, placing our luggage in a corner then heading to the bathroom.
“Terry?” you ask, nervousness creeping its way up your spine. To your left there was one king bed. The indication is clear that you’d either be sharing a bed with Terry, or sleeping on a very unappealing loveseat.
A small sigh leaves Terry’s lips. He needed to put some distance between you two if he was going to keep his head in straight for the rest of this trip. “Yeah, Tatum?” he asks, you can hear the tiredness seep through the edges of his voice.
With a deep breath you say, “I know this arrangement isn’t ideal for either of us. But, I appreciate you being a gentleman about everything. I think we’re both adult enough to manage sleeping next to each other for a few days. And don’t try to be coy about it, you can’t sleep on the floor for 3 nights. I won’t let you.”
Terry opens his mouth to argue with you, but he sees the determination settled into your features and concedes. Usually, with anyone else he’d put up a fight,” Fine, fine, I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”
A triumphant smile blooms on your face, and Terry looks away. Your brows crease in confusion, until you see the tips of his ears begin to turn red.
“Well, I’ll just go take a shower now. You don’t have to wait, I should be done in like an hour and a half.” You say, bending over to open your suitcase. You smirk deviously when you hear Terry’s sharp intake of breath behind you.
“Right. I’ll see you in an hour and a half.” Terry says, and then he’s out the door. Before you have time to dwell on Terry’s abrupt exit, your phone rings. A small smile erupts when you see your sister’s contact appear on the tiny screen. Flipping open your phone, you press the green button, and put the phone up to your ear.
“Taryn, you always call when I’m about to do something,” you teased. You can practically hear your sister’s eyes roll through the phone.
“My timing is perfect then. I’m with mama we’re calling to check in on you,” your sister replies.
You smile and shake your head, “We just got in. Apparently there was a mix-up with the reservation so Terry and I are going to be sharing a room for the next three days.” You say, pulling out everything you need for your shower routine. On the other side of the line your mom and sister are staring at each other, mouths hanging open.
“Wait, you're going to share a room with someone you once called ‘green goblin’. And I don’t think you meant it in a nice way,” your sister said.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, “When is calling someone a goblin ever a term of endearment? Terry and I came to an agreement while we’re here, we’ll do our best to try and get along. Or we’ll fake it.” You finish with a shrug.
“Riiight, an agreement. That hotel is going to burn down,” your sister finished with a cackle.
You rolled your eyes, a dry chuckle leaving your lips. You’re sitting on the bathroom sink yapping with your sister and mom. Before you knew it you glanced at the clock and 30 minutes had passed. “Taryn I appreciate you and mama calling to check on me, but I need to shower before Terry gets back with the food. I’ll talk to y’all later. I love you.” Your sister, mother, and you all exchange goodbye’s and you hang up.
Turning on the radio nestled on your nightstand, you start to gather everything for your extensive night routine. Landing on a random station, the sensual voice of Dru Hill floods your suite. Humming the melody, you begin to undress. Your body taking on an autopilot, the regular routine of cleansing yourself putting your stimulated mind at ease. It was nice to shut your brain off after spending all day at war with your emotions about your current predicament.
You always admired Terry, his calm but loud presence, how self assured he was, and how he always seemed to know the answer before the question was asked. Searching through memories, you tried to find one that could pinpoint when the animosity started to take root, but you came up empty. Shaking your head, you try to ignore thoughts of Terry and focus on your shower.
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TERRY
“So, how was the drive up?” Maurice (co-worker) snickered, passing Terry a beer.
Terry’s eyes were going to get stuck as much as he rolled them today. “Don’t even start that shit man, I came down here for a minute of peace.” Terry says, grabbing the beer and taking a large gulp.
“So I take it you two didn’t solve your issues,” Maurice teases as he watches his usually calm, cool, and collected co-worker break a sweat.
Terry scoffed, setting his beer down with a little more force than necessary, “No, Mo, we didn’t. In fact, she suggested that we just fake getting along for appearances.” Maurice studies his friend, the former marine usually never let anything get to him. Yet, here he was about to blow a gasket over their fine ass co-worker. His knee bouncing in irritation, the subtle but constant tick of his jaw.
“Aye, T, are you sure you’re good man? You just don’t usually get this rattled. Did Nora say something?” Maurice asked.
Terry shook his head, a grimace turning his face down. “Basically she told us if we can’t find a way to get along, then we’re both out.” Terry sighs, running his hand over his face in exasperation.
”I don’t know what it is, man. It’s like she found her way under my skin and is stuck there. Everything she does annoys me, c’mon man, you’ve seen how she is around the office.”Terry said, motioning the bartender to bring him another beer.
“C’mon what? She’s a nice girl, cool to work with, really pretty, and has a great ass. What’s not to like?” Mo teases, hoping to get Terry riled up.
Terry could feel his chest tighten at his friend’s obvious approval of your appearance. It was the same chest tightness he got when Greg would hold open doors for you and bring you your favorite Starbucks order.
“Aye, T, I’m going to say something. When I say this, just think, don't give me an answer. But have you ever thought that maybe you’re attracted to her?”
The question hits Terry like a ton of bricks, his beer frozen mid-air as Maurice looks at him with a knowing smile on his face. Was Terry attracted to you? ‘He couldn’t be’, he thought. But, deep down he knew the answer to Maurice’s question. Of course he was attracted to you.
A knowing smile appears on Maurice’s face at Terry’s lack of answer,”You have three days to change her mind and think you aren’t the asshole you pretend to be. Look man, I get it, some people really just don’t like each other. But, I don’t think that’s the case here. Give Tatum a chance, she isn’t all bad. Figure it the fuck out, for everyone’s sake,” Maurice finishes. With two slaps to the back, Maurice leaves Terry in the hotel bar with his thoughts.
Was he attracted to you? Terry scoffed to himself, you were beautiful obviously. Intelligent, charming, funny as hell, and as much as he hated to admit it he loved working with you. The bickering arguments were the highlight of his day. Terry always made his coffee at 7:42am, because he knew 3-5 minutes later you would come strolling in, and he’d have the perfect view of your early morning strut, beaming smile, and a figure to kill for.
The waiter comes out with a huge to-go bag full of foods that Terry thought you would like. With a deep sigh, Terry grabs his beer and the food, heading back up to your room.
The seductive sounds of Dru Hill filters through the bathroom door as Terry enters the suite. He tenses, muscles in his jaw ticking as he can hear you singing softly.
He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose, an attempt to calm his suddenly racing heart. The image of you, naked and wet under the cascading water, flashes through his mind like abrupt bursts of light. He shakes his head, trying to banish his sinful thoughts of you.
Walking over to the small kitchenette , Terry placed down the bag of food. Plating it, and setting out a glass of wine for you and beer for him. In the bathroom, you’re completely unaware of Terry’s presence. The cherry blossom scent of your shampoo fills your nose, its familiarity bringing you a sense of calm.
Not to mention the radio station you picked was playing all your favorites. Detangling through your curls, you sang Mariah Carey’s ‘Obsessed’ damn near at the top of your lungs. Terry sat on the other side of the door with a small smile on his face at your carefree singing. Unable to sit any longer, Terry rises from the bed and begins to pace the room. His thoughts waging a war in his head. He stops in front of the window in your room, staring out at the city lights below without truly seeing them.
Whether he liked it or not, somehow you’d managed to worm your way under Terry’s skin. He had yet to decide if this was a good or bad thing for him.
The bathroom door creaks open and Terry hears the startled gasp you let out behind him. “Oh, did I take too long? You set all the food up, thank you Terry!” You cooed, patting your hair dry with an oversized t-shirt.
You watch Terry’s tense shoulder as he turns to face you. You had forgone your contacts, black cat eye frames sat on your nose giving you an innocence that made Terry clench his fist. You looked so soft, not the office siren that strutted around and ruled her team with an iron fist. Just Tatum.
You watch as Terry scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, no problem. Think of it as phase one of my apology.”
Your eyes widen as you take in Terry's words, “Wait, did I transport to a parallel universe in the shower? You’ve never apologized to me before,” you say, skeptically. Your mind was reeling, there’s no way this is the same guy you arrived with.
A bashful grin spreads across Terry’s face at your acceptance, “I’m turning over a new leaf here, now come please sit down,” he gestures to the sofa. “C’mon, sit with me,” Terry says, as he pats the spot next to him.
You eye the food, then back up to Terry before saying, “Sure, just give me a minute, I don’t want my hair dripping all over you.”
Terry nods, shooting you a small smile, “If your food gets cold, it’s on you,” he finishes, with a teasing tilt in his voice. You playfully roll your eyes as you try your best to soak up your damp hair with a t-shirt.
“So what are we watching?” You ask, sitting next to Terry. The gentle brush of your bare thigh against his, causing goosebumps to bloom across your skin.
Terry clears his throat before mumbling, “sports highlights.” He turns up the TV signaling that he wants silence.
A dry chuckle leaves your lips, “I see the asshole is back.” Reaching for your kindle and your food you settle into the couch completely prepare to tune Terry out for the rest of dinner, this was going to be a long 3 days.
Okay y’all! Please Tell me what you guys think! I think this could be a 4 -5 part series. I hope you guys like it! I just wanted to get this out before I start flooding y’all with sinners/ MBJ fics.
SEX OPERATOR TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER (BLAIRE)
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SUMMARY: Set in the early 2000s. Taking your best friend’s tipsy advice, you decide to call a sex hotline for help with dirty talk and your overall insecurities surrounding sex. When you call your local sex hotline, you get more than what you bargained for when Terry pics up the other line. Part 2 picks up with Terry finally making it to Blaire’s house. Porn with little to no plot ahead.
PAIRING: Terry Richmond x Blaire (reader)
WARNINGS: 18+; explicit dirty talk, explicit sex scenes; daddy kink; size kink; spit play if you squint, cursing,
WORD COUNT: 3.2K
PREVIOUSLY ON: PART 1
AUTHOR’S NOTE: PART 2 IS FINALLY HERE!!!! I’m so excited to share this chapter with you guys. I hope this is worth the wait, I know everyone wanted to know what was up next with Terry and Blaire. As always, criticism is welcomed but remember I have sensitive feelings so don’t eat me up. Happy Reading love bugs! This hasn't been proofread, so I apologize for the grammatical errors
‘I done lost my rabbit ass mind’, Terry thought to himself as he blew through yet another stop sign. It was like something came over him, and he had to have you. Your voice, so soft and delicate, he could still hear you begging for him. He was slapping himself for forgetting to ask for your number. Terry glanced down at his dashboard, “Eight more minutes babygirl,” Terry mumbled to himself before pressing his foot a little harder on the gas.
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You were pacing back and forth, wondering if you’d gone absolutely insane. You gave a sex hotline operator your HOME ADDRESS! Has all the ‘dateline’ you watched taught you nothing?! Yet, here you were, pacing pantyless waiting for your doorbell to ring. At the moment it sounded like a good idea, a way to be spontaneous. Now out of your lust induced haze, you’re more than nervous. But, the time for nerves is no more when the tell-tale chime of your doorbell rings throughout your house.
“Who is it?” you ask, approaching your front door.
“It’s me babygirl, it’s Terry,”he says, sounding just as nervous as you. You stand up on your tip-toes and look through the peephole. An audible gasp left your lips at the sight of the man on the other side of your door. Standing well above 6 feet and built like a tank. There’s no way this is Terry the man was a literal adonis.
You whipped open your front door, “You have gotta be kidding me!” There’s no way this was Terry! And his eyes! The blue/green/brown combination swirling into a hypnotizing hazel, you were pretty sure one look from him and you’d be on your knees in an instant.
Terry couldn’t take his eyes off the pink haired angel that opened the door. Your doe eyes wide as you took him in. “Damn Blaire, you’re fucking gorgeous. Uhh, I’m Terry.” Terry’s hand shot out in front of him. He watched as you glanced down at his hand before you burst out laughing.
“Not even an hour ago you were giving me permission to finger myself. Now, here you are trying to shake my hand, talking about ‘I’m Terry’. I think we’re past formalities babe,” You laugh stepping to the side to let Terry in.
The nerves dissipated once he heard your laugh, “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I know this is an unorthodox situation” Terry says, as he steps over your threshold. He takes in your home, your maximalist taste usually jarring for some but Terry thought your place suited you.
“I appreciate that, I am comfortable around you. I mean I hope I would be based on what we just did on the phone,” you finish with a nervous laugh.
“Your place really suits you, babygirl” Terry said, his eyes darting around your entryway trying to memorize the place.
“Can I get you anything? Water, soda, or maybe something a little stronger?” You ask, wringing your fingers. The drink you had earlier is starting to wear off. Terry takes notice of this, a small smirk forming on his face. He was relieved that you were just as nervous as he was, “Something stronger sounds nice, to shake off this nervous energy. Lead the way, beautiful.” Terry watches, as you lead him further into your home. He thanks the lord at the bounce of your ass under the oversized t-shirt you have on.
“Light or dark?”you ask, holding up a bottle of tequila and bourbon in each hand. You couldn’t stop staring at Terry. He had to be crafted by every wet dream you’d ever had. And it manifested itself right here in your kitchen.
“What were you drinking?” he asks, leaning against the counter. You watched in awe as his muscles rippled in his tight black long sleeve.
“I - uh. I was drinking tequila,” you finish with a sigh, frustrated at your nervousness. He’s just a man, the man of your literal dreams but just a man nonetheless.
Terry notices your nerves and does his best to ease them, disarming you with a megawatt smile. “Tequila sounds great baby girl.” You nod and spin around, reaching above your head to grab a glass for your visitor. Terry’s eyes widen as your shirt rides up showing the cuff of your plump ass. As if he’d done it a million times before, Terry walks up behind you placing his huge hands on your hips.
“You answered the door like this to drive me crazy didn’t you?” Terry whispered in your ear. You felt your heart stop, then restart again going double the speed.
“Now, why would I want to do that?” you ask, innocently. “It’s not like I want you to bend me over this counter and fuck my brains out or anything.”
A laugh burst from Terry’s mouth, startling you slightly, “Ohh, you got jokes huh?” Terry asks as he tightens his grip on your waist. He reaches above you for a glass, his large, strong hands brushing against yours as he grabs it. His scent, a mix of citrus and tobacco filling your nostrils, forcing you to breathe in deeper.
“So do you do this with all your clients?”you ask once you’ve grabbed all the fixings to make drinks for the two of you. Terry leans against your counter, a smirk adorning his face.
“What? Bend them over their kitchen counters and fuck them cross-eyed? Nah, you’re the first. Can’t say that I’ll make this an everyday thing either,”Terry says, eyes never leaving yours.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”you ask, starting to shake your drinks.
“I have a feeling once I get a taste of you I won’t be able to let you go. No one’s ever made me as hard as you do babygirl, ”Terry says, as he takes a step toward you. Your eyes widen briefly at the realization that you were going to climb this mountain of a man. Sliding his drink to him, you smile behind yours taking a sip.
“Easy cowboy, I like foreplay,” you say, moving around your kitchen. Terry smirks, coming up behind you to undo your claw clip. His hands grip your waist pulling you flush against his front. He snakes a hand up behind your neck gripping your pink tresses in his fist and pulls. An involuntary moan leaves your mouth as your eyes meet Terry’s.
“So you like it a little rough?”Terry asks, bringing his drink to his lips taking a long sip. And you just stared dumbly up at him, the submissive in you dying to come out.
“Open your mouth pretty girl,”Terry commands, his voice deepening. You feel your wetness slide down the inside of your thigh as you comply with his command. Your eyes widen as you watch upside down Terry takes another sip of his drink. He leans down, lips ghosting over yours as the liquor flows from his mouth to yours.
“Now, swallow. Good girl” Terry praises when you follow his command. Your heart is racing when Terry’s hand slides down your front, cupping your breast through your shirt. Nipples hardening almost immediately, a needy sigh leaves your lips as you sag against Terry. His large hands cup both your breasts squeezing and kneading them.
Terry leans down, his lips ghosting down the side of your neck. You tilt your head to give him access and his mouth attacks your neck. “I came in here with a plan,”Terry exhales against your skin.
“Get to know you a little bit and then fuck your brains out. You just had to open the door looking like sin. Baby, nobody’s ever made a raggedy old T-shirt sexy. But you, you might as well be wearing lingerie for how hard you got me. Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel Daddy’s big dick digging into your back?”Terry’s monologue got you hot. Your pussy’s leaking, your breath coming out in shallow pants. Terry flicks your nipples through your shirt, causing you to flinch and moan.
“Mm, harder, “ you moan, encouraging Terry to play rougher with your breasts.
Terry tsks, “Now is that how you ask Daddy for something? You know what, get yo ass in the room.” He abruptly steps back leaving you hot and wanting. Turning to him with a dumbfounded look on your face you’re at a loss for words. You’ve never been this turned on so quickly. Leaning up against your kitchen island, he smirked devilishly yet again. Reaching to grab the tequila bottle he brings it up to his lips taking a shot.
“Get in that fucking room, baby now,” Terry growls. It’s like a switch gets flipped, and you’re on autopilot. As you turn to make your way toward your bedroom, you reach down, pulling your shirt over your head. Leaving you completely naked in front of Terry. The smirk completely vanishes from his face as he takes in your naked body, curves out of his imagination, you were like his wet dreams personified. Palming his dick through his pants, he follows you blindly to your room.
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As soon as you enter the bedroom, Terry pushes you back onto your plush mattress, looming over you with a predatory gleam in his eye. His large hands immediately clutch your breasts, kneading the supple flesh as he leans down to capture a nipple between his lips.
“Mmm, my delicious little treats,” he growls against your skin. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. You were a panting mess, glancing down at Terry as he made out with your breast. Your thighs rubbing together covered in your slick, your clit dying for some friction. He lavishes attention on one breast while his thumb and pointer finger tease the other, pulling mewls and whines from your throat.
Terry releases your nipple with a wet pop, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your cleavage as he works his way up to your ear. “You’re so responsive… so perfect I could play with these titties all night long,” he whispers huskily, nipping your earlobe.
“Fuck, Terry. I need more,” you moan, your hips canting up in search of his fingers, dick, something that’ll quell this heat in your belly. You suck in a breath as his hand roam lower, gripping your thighs and pulling them apart.
“Damn baby, you’re already so wet for me. You didn’t come like I told you to, right?” Terry purrs, circling your clit with a fingertip before slipping two fingers in to massage your inner walls.
“Mmm fuck! Kiss me please,”you squeal out, back arching off the bed. Terry’s eyes flash with primal hunger at your plea. Leaning down his lips meet yours in a passionate embrace. It was a mess of tongues and teeth as you wrap both arms around his neck pulling him closer. You were drenched, sheets too far gone as you grinded against Terry’s palm. The sound of your wetness, and the combined moans of you both the only sounds cutting through the silence of your home.
“What do you need, baby?”Terry asks, doing some kind of sorcery with his thumb on your clit.
“Moreee, I need more Terry. Please baby, how long are you going to make me wait?” you groan out, fingernails making crescent shaped divots in his shoulders. You lock eyes with the handsome man above you. The hazel is almost completely overtaken by his pupil, his cheeks and chest flushed with arousal. He crawls down your body, his lips brushing against your inner thighs as he trails a path of open-mouthed kisses towards your dripping pussy.
“Look at this pretty pussy baby, so wet and eager for my mouth,”he murmurs, burying his face between your folds and inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking good pretty mama, fuck, I’m gonna tear this pretty pussy up. Sorry in advance,” Terry sends a devious smile your way before he buries his face in your pussy.
He laps at your clit with long, slow strokes, savoring the taste of your pussy. The lewd sounds of Terry slurping your wetness permeating through your bedroom. Then, he dives deeper, plunging his tongue deep in your sloppy cunt and fucking you with it. Curling it to hit that special spot deep inside that makes you speak in tongues and see stars. “Fuck, I could eat you all day baby,”Terry groans against your flesh, his moans muffled against your pussy.
“You’re eating me so good Daddy, I’ve never had it like this before,” You moaned. Your poor silk press, sweated out, lost to the throes of passion with the sexy giant above you. You were a mess, tears of desperation slid down your cheeks as Terry lapped at your pussy like he was savoring it, savoring you. As your hips canted up, your clit made contact with his nose drawing an exaggerated whine from you.
“Yeah? You like that huh? Take it baby you wanna make yourself cum? Use my face,”Terry says in between moans. You became a woman possessed, grabbing onto Terry’s ears and you began grinding against his face. Covering him in your juices, “Fuck, Terry Yes!! Take that fucking pussy”
“God, look at you. Baby you look so pretty like this. Your pussy is weeping for me, I need you to cum Blaire. Can you do that for me baby?”Terry asks in between moans and slurps.
“Cover my face in your cum, so I can fuck this pretty pussy,” he urges sucking firmly on your clit. With a final flick of his tongue, he sends you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you with the force of a tidal wave. Senses heightened as you crested over the peak of pleasure. Your back arches off the bed, a high-pitched wail tearing from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure flows through you.
As the aftershocks subside, Terry slowly rises up, his face glistening with your essence. He crawls up your body, lips meeting yours in a lust drunk, sloppy kiss. Even though you just came so hard, the taste of yourself on Terry’s lips was enough to get you ready for round two.
“Fuck me baby, please”, you beg, your hands caressing Terry all over his muscular frame, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to you. Terry pulls back his eyes, taking in your dick drunk state. You’re covered in a slight sheen of sweat, doe eyes dazed and unfocused, chest heaving with pants.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Blaire,”Terry mumbles absently, “So wet and ready f’me.” Without wasting another moment, Terry sheathes himself inside you, groaning at the sensation of being buried inside you.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good,”Terry moans. You preen at the sounds of this man moaning and whimpering. Terry grips your hips tightly and starts to thrust, each thrust driving him deeper and deeper into your pussy, filling you completely.
“How does my pussy feel Terry? Tell me,”you ask through his mind numbing thrusts.
Terry’s breathing grows ragged as he pounds into you, lost in the incredible feeling of your tight wet pussy enveloping his dick. “Baby, it’s like pure sunshine. Wrapping around me like wet velvet, and gripping me so tight, fuck. You were fucking made for me Blaire, there’s no way I’m letting you go after this.” He leans over you, his chest pressing against yours as he continues to drive into you with increasing urgency.
Terry’s hand slides up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch beneath him, “That’s it, take it all, baby.” His grips on your throat tightens slightly, his fingers flexing against your skin as he grinds deeply into your pussy.
You don’t even know your first name. Terry fucking every last braincell out of your mind. Nothing leaving your lips but sobs, whimpers, and moans. He pistons into you even harder, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing throughout your room. “I’m not gonna last much longer babygirl. Let me fill this pussy up, mark you as mine. No one else gets to taste this sweet pussy but me from here on out. Understood?”
Terry’s words unleash another mind searing orgasm, your eyes roll into the back of your head as your pussy pulses around Terry’s length. Your world erupts in color and flashes of light as you float outside your body. A broken moan leaves his lips, and with one final brutal thrust Terry buries himself to the hilt to release ropes of his sticky warm cum inside you. “Mine,” he groans into your neck, his voice raw with possessiveness as he spills his load into your willing body.
Terry collapses on top of you, being sure not to crush you with his full weight. After a moment, he rolls off and pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. “You did great, baby,” he praises, stroking your hair soothingly. He presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his expression softening, “I wasn’t too rough was I?”
You shake your head, a dazed smile on your lips, “You were perfect, Daddy. Next time don’t drive somewhere else, I was dying waiting for you.”
Terry chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer,”Got it, you want me to run you a bath?”
“Please?” you asked, body too spent to get up and do it yourself.
Terry gently pulls out and places a quick kiss on your lips before raising up in all his naked glory. You feel yourself start to drift off as you stare at his ass, a small smirk on your face at another role play success between you and your boyfriend. Before long, the sound of running water lulls you into a brief slumber.
THE END.
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SUMMARY: Doing your best to avoid all signs of your ex, you’re “unknowingly” thrusted back into his presence. Surprise!
PAIRING: Aaron Pierre x Reader (Zara)
WARNINGS: Alcohol Use, Swear words,
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ve been in a really angsty mood lately, reading a lot of dark romances, and I’m caught in the neverending drama of it all. So naturally, I had to write something myself. It might not be good, but I just really wanted to show love to our man. So read it, don’t read it, I really like this piece. I really want this to have like a 2000s black rom-com vibe, with some modern-day lingo mixed in. I didn’t specify how long the reader and Aaron have been apart; let’s just say anywhere from 8 -18 months.
“You didn’t tell me HE was going to be here!” you whispered to your best friend, Marnie.
“It’s Kelvin’s birthday, you knew he was going to be here, Zara. Don’t blame it on me, blame it on Kelvin. This whole ‘parent trap’ thing was his idea,” Marnie finished with an eye roll.
“Wait, Parent trap? So Aaron doesn’t know that I’m here?” you ask, a slight edge to your voice.
“I mean, he knew you coming tonight would be a possibility, but did we tell him? No, we did not, surprise!” Marnie ended with a sarcastic smile and roll of her eyes. Your heart rate increases at the thought of seeing Aaron again. Heading to the kitchen with your head on a swivel, you head straight for the drinks. Immediately starting with two shots to calm your nerves. You and Aaron obviously had history, the two year whirlwind romance you shared held a permanent place in your heart. When Aaron’s star started to rise creating more distance between you two, you decided to break it off so he could fully devote himself to his craft. Feelings were still there on your end, but did Aaron still feel the way he used to for you?
“Are you THAT nervous about seeing him again Zee? Because if you are, tell me now, I’ll come up with an excuse and we’re out of here,”Marnie says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
You shake your head, “I can handle it, it just caught me off guard. I’m a big girl, it’ll be fine, plus I can always get an Uber home if you want to stay. I know you’ve been dying to reconnect with Alexa tonight,” you finish with a smirk. Your bestie blushes at the mention of her current crush.
“C’mon we both need to loosen up!”Marnie links her arm with yours, pouring heaping cups of jungle juice for you both. As you both turn to make your way to the main room, Kelvin comes into the kitchen.
“Well, if it isn’t double trouble!! Hey y’all!” Kelvin's jovial nature immediately puts you at ease bringing a smile to your face. Wrapping you both in a quick hug, you and marnie exchange ‘happy birthdays’ to Kelvin. When you glance over Kelvin’s shoulder and you spot Aaron. Looking absolutely scrumptious in a black fitted tee, khakis, birkenstocks, and finishing it all off with his signature gold chain. God, why did he have to be so fine?!
Averting your attention back to your friends, you playfully slap Kelvin’s shoulder. “Y’all asses ain’t slick! You could’ve told me Aaron was going to be here instead of blindsiding me!”, the liquor already beginning to make an appearance.
Kelvin made a face at you, “Zara, he’s my best friend. Did you REALLY not think he wasn’t coming? Because you’re wearing the outfit he likes,”Kelvin finishes with a smirk, raising his cup to his lips.
“Clock-it!!” Marnie squeals, toasting Kelvin.
With a playful roll of your eyes, you take a small sip of your drink, “Fuck you both”
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AARON
Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes off you. From the minute you and Marnie made your entrance, he’d always feel his eyes drawn back to you. You had to know he’d be here, he thought. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have worn his favorite outfit. The thought made a devious smirk appear on his lips.
“Oh no, what’s that face for?” Kelvin chuckled looking at his friend.
Aaron shook his head, “She’s not even going to come over and say hi? Kel, she’s wearing ‘the outfit’,” he said, his head falling back with a groan.
Kelvin laughs at his friend, “Just go talk to her, you’re acting like y’all aren’t in love with each other. It’s sad.” Kelvin presents a shot glass to his boy, “Take this for courage and go talk to Zee, she misses you man.”
Aaron’s eyes leave Zara’s frame before shooting to Kelvin, “She said that?” His voice held an eagerness that wasn’t missed by him or Kelvin. Aaron shakes his head before taking the shot, he hadn’t even spoken to you yet and here he was 17 years old again.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled, taking a step in your direction
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ZARA
“Ok, don’t look now, but Aaron’s coming over here” Marnie says, before patting your shoulder twice and walking away. Fucking traitor, you thought. Your eyes met Aaron’s almost instantly, the muted lighting making his eyes appear mossy green. You just stood there, shifting nervously from foot to foot waiting for his approach.
“Funny meeting you here,” Aaron says, winking in your direction. You roll your eyes, a smirk on your face, “Yeah a party at a mutual friend's house, who would’ve thought,” you said, bringing your cup up to your lips.
Aaron notices your reaction and smiles, “How’ve you been, Zee?”
Wanting to deflect, you change the topic,”I should be asking you that! I’m seeing you everywhere now. Congrats! I knew you could do it.” You land a playful punch on Aaron’s arm, immediately cringing at the action. He raises a brow at you, his smirk turning into a full on grin.
“You haven’t changed a bit,”Aaron says, taking a sip of his drink.
An exaggerated scoff leaves your lips, “I have changed! I lost ten pounds and 2 inches off my waist” you finished, with a spin to emphasize your point. Aaron’s eyes slowly trail up your frame. Of course he noticed the slight difference in your physical appearance. He thought you looked absolutely edible, but he’d always thought that. Aaron wanted to know what you’d been up to while you were apart. More importantly, he wanted to know if you were seeing anyone and if he still has a shot.
“You’ve been ducking my calls,” He states, his voice lowering.
You look away, not wanting to meet his gaze, “I didn’t know what to say.”
Aaron’s eyes softened at your confession, you were just as nervous as he was, “Well now that I have you here, you can’t run. How’ve you been Zee? I really want to know.” His tone is light, and inviting which puts you at ease. But, there’s also a depth to it, a genuine interest that’s always been there, even when life separated the two of you.
“I’ve just been working, I got a promotion at my IT firm. I have my own little team now, I’m heading a new proposal for a real estate agency, and I’ve been focusing more on my well-being, physically and mentally. I know it’s a cliche thing to tell your ex, but It’s really all I’ve been doing,” your nerves get the better of you, forcing you to shut your mouth. Aaron just smiles at you, remembering how you once told him about how nervous he made you, he’s glad that aspect of your relationship hasn’t changed.
Pride swelled in his chest at your accomplishments, “That’s what I’m talking about, congratulations Zee, you’re killing it!” He gazes down at you, trying to memorize all your features that may have changed during your time apart. His gaze drifts down, taking in your curves, taking in the subtle changes, “You always look good to me, Zee.” A hint of longing tinges Aaron’s voice, remembering the time you both spent together, the laughter, the whispered dreams shared at 2am over ice cream.
A giddy nervousness mixed with your alcohol consumption caused a warm flush to take over your body. “Enough about me, what’s new with you Mr. Moviestar?” you ask.
A chuckle rumbles in Aaron’s chest at the nickname, though it’s tinged with weariness. ‘Mr. Moviestar” was cute before the fame, hanging out in his little apartment, watching old movies, and dreaming big. Now it feels like a caricature, a mask he has to wear to keep up appearances.
But, for you, he lets his guard down, “To be honest, it’s all been a whirlwind,” he admits. “Shooting schedules, premiers, interviews…it’s non-stop, but it’s a good kind of crazy if that makes sense.”
His eyes meet yours, a silent apology for his absence, the distance, leading to your breakup looming in his expressive doe eyes. “I miss having someone to share it with, to talk to when things get overwhelming.”
A small pout forms on your face at Aaron’s confession. You miss him, how could you not? You didn’t end the relationship because you fell out of love with him, quite the opposite. You loved him so much, you were willing to let him go so he could focus on becoming who he is today. You felt like he wouldn’t be able to do that, while still focusing on maintaining a long distance relationship. With your promotion, came a move. Well it wasn’t really a move, your job is permanently remote and your company didn’t care where you set up shop. So, you packed up and moved to LA, hoping to win your man back.
Aaron’s gaze held yours, intense and searching, as if trying to read your thoughts and feelings. A warmth seeping into your belly, ‘there’s no way he could’ve gotten finer’ you thought. The air between the two of you crackled with unspoken tension, a mix of longing and uncertainty. It was like someone pressed play, feelings you thought were gone now flooding back to the surface with a vengeance. You still felt so deeply for Aaron, time doing nothing to stop or slow down the love you still felt for the green-eyed gentle giant in front of you.
“You know,” he begins, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Sometimes I think about what it would’ve been like if we didn’t break up…” He trails off, a sad smile taking over his face as he shakes his head slightly. Aaron didn’t want to make you feel guilty for making the best decision for you at the time. “Never mind, there’s no point in dwelling on the past.”
A warmth blooms in your chest, a feeling that’s usually reserved only for Aaron hits you full force. “You’re right you know,” you say a teasing smile makes its way onto your face. “I did wear this outfit for you. Aaron, I moved from New Orleans to LA for you.”
His heart skipped a beat at your confession, a wave of guilt washing over him. Of course, he remembered your move, Kelvin told him about it. His heart raced at the idea of you two being in the same city again. And yet, in the chaos of his rising star, and with you dodging his calls, he stopped checking up on you.
“Aww, baby, I had no idea,” he says, reaching out, his thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. His eyes search yours, filled with remorse and a desperate desire to make things right.
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want to lose you, Zara. Not now, not ever. We can figure this out, I want to figure this out with you.”
You bite your lip, trying to mask the grin threatening to break through. “Well, I should’ve been better at communicating. I let my insecurities about our relationship get the best of me, and our breakup was a result of that. I used your rising star as an excuse. I do want you to succeed and take your career as far as it will go. I guess I just couldn’t see where your civilian girlfriend fits into your Hollywood actor life.”
Aaron looked at you intently, his expression open and vulnerable. “So what changed?”
A nervous expression painted your face, your lower lip finding home beneath your canine, “I missed you. I don’t want to be without you anymore. I think we both deserve another chance to really try and make a go of it for real this time.” Aaron’s eyes light up at your words, a spark of hope igniting within him. He places his cup on a nearby end table, and he cups your face gently, thumb sweeping over your cheekbones as he searches your features.
“I believe you, Zara,” he says softly, conviction coating his words. “And I believe in us. We have a foundation, a history that’s stronger than any obstacle we might face. I’m not losing you again.”
He leans in, his lips hovering just a few inches from yours. “So let’s start anew, okay? No regrets, no more ‘what ifs’. Just you and me, moving forward, together.” With that he closes the gap, lips meeting yours in a tender passionate kiss. The lip lock is a gesture of commitment, of renewal, a declaration that he’s ready to fight for your relationship. To build a future that’s equal parts passion, love, and stability.
As he pulls back from the kiss, Aaron’s gaze remains locked on yours, filled with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. He takes a step back, offering his hand,”After they cut the cake, we’re out of here. I meant what I said Zee. I want to prove to you that I’m committed to us, to making this work. To showing you that you’re my priority, above everything else.”
Your eyes glisten with unshed tears at the conviction of Aaron’s words. His thumbs brush under your eyes collecting the moisture before your makeup gets ruined. “I’m a mess,” you say with a sniffle.
Aaron smiles, “But you’re MY mess. Come on baby, I think they’re about to sing Happy Birthday to Kel.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, before grabbing your hand and leading you toward the dining room, excited for this next journey in your lives.
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WORD COUNT: 4,492K
SUMMARY: You fill in for a friend to be a photographer for a photo shoot and you and Aaron hit it off
PAIRING: Aaron x Phoebe (reader)
WARNINGS: none? Fluff; slow burn. Forewarning, this won’t have any smut. I just really wanted to write something fluffy and cute
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have worked on this fic for 40 days and 40 nights. I think I want this to be a series, but ultimately, you guys are the deciding factor; if you like it, I’ll do it. If not, then I won’t. This one might be dialogue-heavy; the reader is a yapper. I also might’ve gotten carried away here. Special shout out to my girls for giving me the courage to post this VERY self-indulgent fic. (@nayaesworld @theereinawrites @keehendrixx @megamindsecretlair). I also switched from 1st to 2nd person a couple of times, so if that’s not your jam, apologies.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t even enjoy my day off,” I mumble, reaching for my screaming phone.
“This is Phoebe,” I sigh.
“Phoebe! Thank god! I’m so sorry to bother you on your day off but my water just broke,”my boss, Julia says into the phone.
“Oh my goodness! Are you ok?! Do you need a ride to the hospital?” I ask rushing to my dining room to grab my keys.
“Yes I’m ok, frazzled and anxious, I’ll feel better once I get this epidural! David and I are on the way to the hospital now. I was calling you to ask if you could fill in for me this afternoon?”
‘Goddammit’ I thought, “Of course, where’s the venue?” I ask. Julia and I are freelance photographers. We recently got picked up by a magazine, so we’ve had back to back shoots. This was my first day off in two weeks and I really wanted to sit back with a bottle of wine and rewatch ‘Rebel Ridge” for the millionth time. Julia spews the info to me over the phone and I jot everything down.
“What’s this shoot for anyway?” I ask.
“It’s called ‘hottest hollywood heartthrobs’. I’m texting you the address now,” Julia says. Great, I get to be around hot assholes all day.
“You better name that baby after me,” I say jokingly.
“I’m having a boy, Phoebe,” Julia laughs.
“Phoebe is a great middle name,” I suggest. Julia laughs before making sure I have all the details for the shoot today.
“Yeah, yeah, I got this. You go focus on having a safe delivery. Good luck! I can’t wait to meet baby Phoebe,” I’m jogging upstairs looking for my ‘go bag’. Julia and I say our goodbyes, and I prepare to get ready for the shoot. I shower and throw on a simple but cute outfit, hop in my Rav4, and make my way to the set.
I pull up at the venue and I’m surprised to see it looks like a regular Victorian home. You don’t see too many of these in Beverly Hills. I follow the sign showing me where to park my car, get out, and make my way to the set.
When I walk inside, I take in the organized chaos of it all. People ripping and running, shouts of the director, and models just waiting for direction.
“And where is Julia!!”, someone who I assume is in charge shouts. At hearing her name I turn towards the voice. My eyes land on a man who appears to be in his 50s with silver white hair and a jacket to die for.
“Julia’s in labor, so you’re stuck with me. I’m Phoebe,” I say, stretching my hand.
He breathes a relieved sigh, beams at me, and grabs my hand “Oh thank you! Sorry this day has been a cluster fuck. I’m Anton, the creative director on set. Follow me would you Phoebe?” I nod, pull my bag higher on my shoulder, and proceed to follow Anton toward the back of the house.
“You’ll be working with Aaron today. We want this shoot to be fun and goofy but also soft and seductive. Something that lets the reader see their personality but also want to rip their clothes off,”Anton explains to me. I nod along scribbling notes on my ipad.
“Here follow me, I’ll introduce you to the talent,” Anton says as he leads me through an open door. The set looks amazing with lots of regal colors. Gold, bronze, and emerald decorate the set blanketing everything in a posh appearance.
“Wow, the set looks great, your set designer really outdid themselves,” I say.
Anton nods, “Girl, tell me about it! Everyone is so excited to see the final product.” Anton leads me up a spiral staircase to an emerald green door at the end of a hallway. He knocks twice and we hear a muffled ‘come in’, prompting Anton to open the door. He leads us both inside and my jaw drops. Standing less than ten feet away from me is Aaron sexy ass Pierre. Lord, I thank you for every step that led me to where I am today.
To think, I was going to sit at home alone and watch this man on a screen, and here he was 45 minutes away from my apartment.
“Aaron, this is Phoebe. She’ll be working with you today,” Anton says, gesturing towards me.
Aaron smiles at me, all 32 of those perfect teeth on display, “Great to meet you Phoebe, be patient with me please. I’m a little camera shy.”
I’m pretty sure I look like a complete fucking idiot standing here mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You have to forgive me, I’m a little star stuck here,” I say, a nervous giggle leaving my mouth.
“Well consider me flattered, today’s going to be fun,” Aaron shoots me a wink before someone calls him away. Anton finishes giving me a brief tour of the set before showing me where I’ll be shooting Aaron. It’s a little private room set up like the inside of a Victorian palace. I place my things down and put my hair up, and begin setting up. I’m almost finished when Aaron makes his way back to the set.
“So where do you want me?”he asks, a charming smile adorning his face.
I know exactly where I want him, but I’m at work. I just can’t get over how truly fine this man is, especially up close and personal. He has an unmistakable charisma and mystery to him that draws you in. An adorable boyish charm that makes you want to pinch his cheeks. Not to mention his sex appeal always seeming to not know exactly how fine he is, or the effect he has on women. Constantly sporting a bashful expression anytime a compliment gets thrown his way. Well let me tell you, Mr. Mufasa knows what he’s doing.
“Uhh, Phoebe?,”Aaron asks, giving me a small wave. I can feel the warmth bloom across my cheeks, as a nervous smile forms. Shit, he caught me daydreaming.
“Sorry, I just got caught up in my own mind! Umm, feel free to just move around however you like. Whatever’s organic to you is what I wanna see. Sound good? I know it sounds cliche, but pretend I’m not even here.” I say, adjusting my camera settings. God, I hope I don’t sound like a blubbering idiot around him.
“Nah, I like that. I think it’ll allow me to relax and loosen up a bit,” Aaron says, sitting down on one of the plush emerald sofas.
I nod my smile growing, “Exactly! It’s already enough pressure, with the lights, all the people buzzing around, and you’re supposed to smile with a huge-ass lens up in your face,” and there I go babbling. I press my finger to my lips when I notice the subtle shake in Aaron’s shoulders.
“Uhh, please don’t mind me, I have a tendency to run my mouth for hours on end. Have you ever heard of the term ‘certified yapper’? Well, I think they made that phrase up just for me, feel free to tell me to shut up at any point. It won’t bother me,” I rant on, as I continue setting up for the shoot.
“I don’t mind at all, I prefer to listen to the ‘yapping’? That’s what you called it right?” Aaron finishes with a chuckle. My smile turns shy as I nod.
“Aww c’mon, don’t get shy on me now, I want to hear more about being a ‘certified yapper’”, Aaron finishes standing to head towards the tea kettle.
When his back is turned I give myself a mental pep talk. I’m trying to stay calm but I don’t know how many women can stay calm in front of him. He’s so fine, like the cameras don't do him justice. The tan ensemble he’s wearing further highlights his caramel colored skin. Finished with a small gold chain, mm my favorite.
A release a small giggle, “Ok I have to ask,” I start glancing over in Aarons direction. He’s making what smells like tea. I snap a few pics while he does this, just to get a few test shots. I definitely wasn't going to save the pictures to brag to my besties that I met my dream man wink wink. Aaron glances my way, raising a perfectly arched brow. How can one man be so motherfucking fine?
“How does it feel being Mr. Mufasa?” I ask, looking at him over my camera. I jump when his infectious laugh booms.
“Mr. Mufasa has a nice ring to it. All honesty, I’m so thrilled to have been gifted the opportunity to play a role that was played by one of my idols. It’s a truly humbling experience, everything’s been a whirlwind,” he finishes his rant with a sip of tea.
“Well that was a very rehearsed answer,” I chuckle. Aaron playfully rolls his eyes as he makes his way to me with two cups in hand. Holding a cup out to me, a gentle pout forms on my lips, “You made one for me?”
“Of course, you couldn’t leave here without trying my tea,” Aaron flashed that megawatt smile momentarily disorienting me.
“Well, how can I say no when you flash all 32 of those pearly whites at me,” I stand to take the mug from Aaron, sending him a wink. That causes him to grin even wider. When he hands the mug to me, our fingers brush, causing a spark to run up my arm. I watch his face and his smile falters just a bit when our hands touch.
He clears his throat, a bashful smile on his face, “Shall we get to it?” he asks.
I nod, taking a sip ,“Wow, this is good! And yes let’s start, just do whatever feels comfortable and I’ll help guide you if need be.” I turn and bend down to grab my miu miu cat eye glasses out of my duffle bag (I’m a label whore,sue me).
Placing the mug down,slipping my shoes off, and sliding on my glasses, I’m immediately in my zone. I glance back at Aaron and see him rapidly bring his eyes up to meet mine. Was Aaron Pierre just checking out my ass?
My inner goddess purrs at the attention, awakening from her deep hibernation. It’s been so long since I’ve looked at a man with interest, of course it had to be a celebrity I have no chance with. But you can’t blame a girl for fantasizing.
I snap a few pictures of Aaron as he’s wandering around the set, giving him subtle cues when needed. He starts fiddling with the record player holding up a Sade record, so I snap a few more, pulling my camera back to look at them.
“So fucking fine,” I whisper to myself, flicking through Aaron’s pictures. I admire my work, clicking through the pictures I took of Aaron.
“What was that?” Aaron chuckles, sitting on the couch. He narrows his eyes at me, a mirthful expression decorating his face. My mouth opens and closes like a person who’s caught, as I try to find my words.
“You see these ears right? How could you not think I’d hear you,” he finishes with a laugh.
I shrug my shoulders, “Well I’m sure you own a mirror, so the compliment should be nothing new. I mean look at you! Your side profile looks so good here! And how you mug the camera down! You’ve taken the internet by storm, got all the ladies going nuts.”
“I honestly wasn’t expecting to be received as well as I’ve been. The support has been amazing, slightly overwhelming with me being an introvert, but I’m just enjoying the ride,” Aaron says, relaxing playfully on the couch. I snap more pictures as we go back and forth.
“I think you’ve been really refreshing to the community. You and Kelvin together are hilarious, you guys are just so fun to watch. I can’t wait to see what’s next for you both. Ok let’s have you move to the sofa,” I say, standing to go switch out my film.
“You think I’ll go far?”Aaron leans back and manspreads, blanketing my brain into an immediate lustful haze.
“Uhh, yeah I do. I’d love to see you in a romance, horror, or even a supernatural thriller. I mean, look at how you’ve been received and not just by the women. The men seem to really like you too, I think it’s your easy going demeanor. You’re the gentle giant with the accent and the megawatt smile, and everyone can't wait to see what you do next,” I say, slinging my camera around my neck.
“Aww, you’re making me blush over here, “Aaron says, crossing his hands over his heart. He’s the cutest cutie ever.
“I’m just being honest, I think it’s important to give everyone their flowers. There’s so much hate out there and people tend to forget that celebrities are just people at work. You’re more than your latest project. I appreciate you putting yourself out there for our consumption, because you’re great at what you do. Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m completely fangirling over here,” I finish my rant. Eyes wide I quickly pull my camera up to hide my embarrassment. I take a steadying breath before focusing the lens on Aaron.
I watch him through the lens as he says, “You have nothing to apologize for. I like your rambling, it’s cute.”
I pull back, giving him a small smile, “You can’t take a compliment to save your life! Tilt your head to the right a little, perfect.”
This causes him to laugh, keeping a firm grasp on the teacup, “Thank you for your support love, tell me more about you. How long have you been a photographer to the stars?” I snap a lot of shots to hide my bashful expression.
“Okay, now lean back against the sofa. Look like you’re trying too hard to get comfortable but make it sexy,” I say, trying to sound like a professional photographer and not a swooning 26 year old.
“I’m pretty much an open book, I’ve been taking pictures since I was about 13 when I got my first camera. It’s always been my passion, being able to capture a moment in time whether that be good or bad is a gift.” The next forty-five minutes are spent with me giving directions and Aaron and I making pleasant conversation. “As far as photographing celebrities, I’ve only been doing this for about 10 months.”
“These are going to turn out so nice!” I squeal, doing a little happy dance. Aaron and I had somewhat concluded our shoot
“You at least have to show me the rough draft,”Aaron says,eating the distance between us. My spine straightens as he comes to stand behind me. My back almost pressed to his front as he looked at the pictures over my shoulder.
“Oh, I really like these! You did a great job at capturing my personality through the lens,” Aaron’s mouth was so close to my ear, if he leaned in a little further he could kiss me there if he wanted. I mean who wouldn’t want Aaron Pierre kissing on them? I could be being delusional, but I’m 77% sure Aaron’s flirting with me.
“Ok, that’s lunch everyone! Be back in an hour fifteen,” someone shouts overhead. With that, Aaron takes a step back, and I sort of miss his warmth. His phone rings from somewhere in the room, while he goes to answer it I gather my laptop, external hard drive, and sit on the sofa to begin going through some of the photos.
“You’re not going out for lunch?” Aaron asked, swapping his jacket.
I shook my head, “I usually just work through lunch. I like to see what material I have so far and then add on it if needed after. Plus I ate before I left.” I reach down into my bag, grabbing my airpods. Once I have my playlist queued up I lean back and start going over Aaron’s pictures. I feel the sofa dip, when I look to my right Aarons sitting down next to me pulling out his phone.
I pop an airpod out of my ear, “Umm, what’s up?”
Aaron slides his jacket off his arms, “I’m not going out to eat knowing you’re in here hard at work. I’ll just chill here with you and I’ll order us something.”
“You don’t have to do that. You’re the talent, I’m the photographer, it’s important for you to be the priority. I’ll be fine, the food truck a block down has a really good chicken caesar salad wrap. They’ll still be open when we finish here, I’ll grab something on my way home,” I finished my rant, too embarrassed to look his way. I’m anxious about being alone with him, I’m not working right now so technically he doesn’t even have to acknowledge my existence. What if beyond my obvious fan girling we have nothing in common?
When Aaron finishes doing whatever it is he was doing, he gives me his undivided attention.”Okay, well I don’t want to encroach on your space and interrupt your process. I can leave --”
“No!” I cut him off. My face heats with embarrassment, thank god for being black, I couldn’t live with the embarrassment of him catching me blushing.
I clear my throat, “I mean, it’s fine. I don’t mind you being here. Sorry, I’m not used to you guys sticking around, to hang out.”
Aaron smiles warmly at me, his eyes shining as he stands up, outstretching his hand toward me. “There’s a cozy little garden outside that might provide a nice change of scenery. What do you say, pretty girl?”
My eyes widen as I peek at Aaron from under my glasses. Did I just get called pretty by the product of my dirty fantasies? Yes, I did. My inner goddess preens at the attention she’s getting, causing a grin to bloom on my face. “I say, lead the way, handsome.”
A satisfied chuckle leaves Aaron’s lips, clearly pleased by your flirtatious remark, “Lead the way indeed.” With a confident stride, he grabs your hand, leading you through the winding corridors of the set. His hand resting possessively on the small of your back. The warmth blooming there setting the butterflies in your stomach ablaze.
As you step outside into the cool Beverly Hills air, the garden unfolds before you. A tranquil oasis amidst the city’s thunderous heartbeat. “Here away from the hustle and bustle of a crowded set, we can get to know each other better,” Aaron says, sitting on a nearby bench. As you sit, an assistant or stagehand darts across the yard in your direction with a white paper bag in hand.
“Here you are, Mr. Pierre,” he said, handing the bag over to Aaron. He returns a smile, thanks the assistant, and takes the bag from him. Aaron pulls the food out of the bag, an excited squeal leaving you. “You got me a chicken caesar wrap?! Aww, thank you!,” you beam, wrapping Aaron in a hug.
A blush coats his cheeks as he leans into the hug. “I can’t let my favorite photographer starve, can I?”
“You’re so sweet, and such a gentleman. Thank you, Aaron, I really appreciate it." You bump your shoulder against his, causing him to laugh. The two of you sat and ate in a comfortable semi-silence.
“So that thing you said earlier about wanting to get to know me,” I started, nervously fidgeting my hands.
Aaron places his hands on top of mine, stilling their movements. “Hey, look at me, pretty girl. Tell me what’s on your mind.” His eyes softened as he calmed down my anxious brain.
“You seriously want to get to know me?” I asked, wincing at how self-deprecating it sounded.
Aaron’s eyes locked on mine, filled with genuine interest and curiosity. “Absolutely. Phoebe, there’s just something about your spirit, your energy that just draws me in, and I think you feel something too. I’d like to explore it and see where it takes us if that’s okay with you.”
“When Anton introduced you, I was awestruck by your beauty, and then you opened your mouth. I find it so attractive when a woman speaks from her mind, no matter how filtered. People always walk on eggshells around me because I’m a ‘celebrity’, but you didn’t, and I really appreciate that. You’re so focused on your craft, even now, you’re working through lunch!”Aaron finishes with a bite of his wrap.
I blow a deep breath, “Well, you guys are subjected to screaming fans all the time, it’s natural to want relief from that. Now, don’t get me wrong, I can scream with the best of them, but there’s a time and place for everything. I’m working, so as excited as I am to meet you and capture you on film, I also need to keep it professional and not make you guys uncomfortable because I would want the same thing.”
Aaron nods during my rant, that sexy ass frown painting his face as he listens. “I like talking to you without the camera, it takes some of the pressure off,” I say, brushing a piece of lint off his shoulder. He nods in understanding, leaning back, and he outstretched his arms across the back of the bench. “I like talking to you too, I like not knowing what you’re going to say next,” Aaron finishes with a laugh.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, playfully pushing his arm off the bench. He gazed at me playfully, hazel eyes shining with mirth and affection. “Nothing bad, I promise. It’s refreshing not to have to be ‘on’ all the time. I feel like I can just be Aaron with you. Not Mr. Mufasa, just Aaron. You unknowingly created a safe space for me in there. I’m very out of the way, and crowds and events can overwhelm me sometimes. Especially now that my fame has started to pick up. A part of me still tries to hold on to who I was before, just Aaron.”
“Do you think the old Aaron can be incorporated into the new Aaron’s life? I know you want to get back to that, but I don’t think that’s possible. You have to try to find a balance between your past and present. Please tell me to shut up if I’m overstepping. " You finish with a nervous giggle.
A laugh leaves Aaron’s lips at your response, “No, you’re making good points, I wanna hear them.” Aaron leans closer to you, finding himself drawn within your orbit.
You shrug, taking a shy sip from your drink, “I just feel that people are going to think whatever they want about you anyway. As long as you’re happy and living your life and doing what you love, other people’s opinions be damned. Life’s too short,” you finished passing him a fry. Aaron looks at you, his mind reeling at your insight.
“I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that. Wow, umm, sorry you kinda took me back for a second,” Aaron said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Reaching out to stroke his arm, “If I’m overstepping here, let me know. But I think that everyone deserves grace, we tend not to give it to celebrities because we put them on such high pedestals, but you’re a person and deserve some semblance of a regular life.” During your rant, Aaron moved closer to you, his hand reaching to find yours. You glance down, noticing a bright smile blooming across your face.
“What?” you ask, unable to hide the blush. Somewhere in the distance, you hear someone give a ten-minute warning.
“I might be a bit forward here, and please stop me if I am. Phoebe, I want to take you out. Tonight, if you’re free. I’m glad our paths crossed today, and I don’t want it to end when the shoot does.”
A smile blooms on your face, and Aaron smiles as he witnesses your eyes sparkle with joy. “You’re not being too forward, I’d love to go out with you,” you finish, your smile threatening to split your face in two.
Aaron shoots you another smile, his nose scrunches adorably, eyes crinkling at the corners, giving him a youthful look. You smile up at him with a dreamy look on your face. What a turn of events today has taken. When you answered Julia’s call, you had no idea that it would put you on this path. The two of you sit and talk, enjoying each other’s company, until the set manager calls you both back inside.
Aaron grabs your hand, slipping a piece of paper into it, “Call me when this is over, I’ll give you our date details. Wear something sexy.” With that, Aaron leads you back to the set, your mind spinning with the possibilities of your date.
THE END.
Okay, she’s finally here!! If y’all knew how long it took me to write this fic… but I digress. I really hope you guys like this one, it’s all fluff. Sorry to my freaky girlies. Go easy on me with this fic, again I’m sorry for swapping from 1st to 2nd person. Thank you guys so much for your reads, likes, comments and reblogs. I ADORE interacting with you guys. Happy Saturday and be safe!!
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