terry richmond x black, fem! photographer! reader
[Request by Anonymous]
Can we get a photographer!reader x terry fic and make it nasty🤭
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warning | fluff, 18+ only, smut, dom/sub, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, oral (f), handjob, dirty talking, nickname (yen), angst, mention of death & more.
As a photographer, you were always seeking fresh inspiration while walking through the park.
So deep into your thoughts that you suddenly collided with a firm chest, nearly losing your balance until you felt an arm wrap around your waist.
Looking up, the sun momentarily blinded you, and you squinted to get a clearer view of the stranger before you.
Your eyes widened at the sight of the stunning man. You were so taken by his light, pretty eyes that you didn't even catch what he was saying.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I asked if you were okay. I apologize; I should've been more careful about where I was going."
His deep, warm, and sincere voice immediately put you at ease. You nodded, a little embarrassed but grateful for his concern.
"Yes, I'm fine. And no, it's ok. It's my own fault I was a bit lost in my thoughts."
"Happens to the best of us. Are you a photographer?"
He asked, nodding towards the camera slung around your neck. You smiled, feeling your passion for your craft reignite.
"Yes, I am. I'm always looking for something new to capture."
"Well, I'd be happy to volunteer if you need a subject. It’s at least I could do after almost bumping you."
He said this jokingly, and you couldn't help but giggle shyly. He had an undeniable safe, sweet, calm vibe, and capturing his essence through your lens intrigued you.
"That could be interesting."
You replied, trying to match his lighthearted tone.
"But I must warn you, I'm quite the perfectionist."
"Good. I like a challenge."
He responded with a smile that made your heart flutter. Damn, this man is incredibly sexy, and you wanted him, yet you didn’t even know his name.
“Well, that’s good for me. I’m Yen, by the way,” You said with a giggle, holding your hand out.
“Nice to meet you, Yen, I’m Terry”
He took your hand in his strong grip and kissed it gently. Both of you stood there, completely drawn to each other.
The conversation flowed effortlessly; Terry spoke about the best spots in the park and offered to show you around.
Before long, you were snapping photos of Terry posing behind a giant tree, the golden sunlight filtering through the leaves to create a lovely backdrop.
“Okay, now give me a nice, sweet smile and…hold on,” You said, moving towards him….paused to look up at him.
He nodded, and you quickly cleared your throat, looking away. You adjusted his shirt, posing him as you desired him.
You tried to focus on your actions, but his intense gaze was distracting.
You could feel his gaze burning the side of your face, making your heart race exhilaratingly.
With a deep breath, you returned to your task, adjusting the camera angle to capture him in the best possible light.
"Okay, hold that just a bit longer," you instructed, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.
Terry complied, his expression softening into a genuine smile that lit up his entire face.
You snapped several photos in different poses until you captured the perfect one that caught his good looks.
You exclaimed, lowering the camera and grinning at him.
Terry said, walking over to you with an eager look. You showed him the screen, and his eyes widened in appreciation.
"Wow, Yen you really have a talent for this. I look... well, not bad at all!"
"Not bad? You look amazing, hot, sexy, handsome, fine as hell"
You rambled on, feeling warmth rise in you while realizing what you said, he smirked, clearly pleased by the compliment.
"Thank you, but I think your skills behind the camera make the difference."
As the two of you continued to chat and walk along the park trail, you felt a growing sense of connection with Terry.
Like you've known him for years, It was getting a little late, and you both knew it was time to say goodbye.
"I would really like to see you again,"
Terry said to you, exchanging his number with you. This led you two to talk on the phone a lot, spend a lot of time together, and get to know each other on a deeper level.
One evening, you finally invited Terry to come over to your place, and the sexual attention between you was going through the roof.
You were in the middle of sharing your past photography work with him.
Both of you sat close together on the couch, and the atmosphere was cozy, filled with anticipation.
As you flipped through your portfolio pages, Terry leaned in closer, clearly interested in the stories behind each photograph.
"These are incredible, Yen"
He said, his voice filled with admiration.
"You really have a way of capturing the essence of a moment."
You smiled, feeling a surge of pride at his words. "Thank you, T."
Terry looked at you, his gaze intense yet tender, and you felt a flutter of excitement in your chest.
You bit your lip; the chemistry between you was real, a magnetic pull that was hard to resist.
Both of you looked away, going to turn the page togather, and felt a spark run through you, making you look at each other again for a second lustfully.
You cleared your throat and reached a photograph that sparked a deeper conversation.
It was a candid shot of an older black couple, their hands intertwined as they walked through a sunlit garden.
"This one is my favorite."
You confessed, your voice softening.
"They've been together for over forty-five years. Their love is so genuine and inspiring. I hope to have a love like them one day."
"Wow...that's amazing, I can tell in the photo. And It's what everyone hopes for...to find real, genuine love."
You met his eyes, feeling a connection that went beyond words. The moment stretched between you, charged with unspoken emotions.
Terry reached out, gently tracing your cheek with his fingertips before leaning in to kiss you softly.
The kiss was tender, with a promise of something deeper that had been building between you two from the start.
It was as if time had slowed, allowing you both to savor the connection and warmth that seemed to envelop you.
You pulled away and began to praise him while playfully hitting Terry on his chest.
“Oh, thank you, Thank you, thank you.”
You took a breath before gazing into his eyes; he had a smirk on his face, and you could sense a silent understanding.
“I-i I just want to tell you before things escalate. I'm clear; it’s been a while since I’ve been, you know-.”
“Fucked? How long has it been?”
“Um...two years, I play with myself here and there, but that’s it.”
“Well, that’s okay. I haven’t been with anyone, so I'm clear—while not as long as you. I'm gonna take care of you, don't worry.”
Terry said so smoothly before lifting you up from the couch and taking you to bed with your help and direction.
"You're so beautiful, you know that, the moment I saw you. I had to get to know such a pretty girl,"
Terry whispers in your ear, picking you down gently on the bed before kissing you lightly.
He begins to slowly take your clothes off and then your bra and underwear, tossing it across the room
"You can tell me to stop at any point if it's uncomfortable."
Terry kisses you more passionately and holds your neck to pull you deeper.
You help him out of his clothes and are hypnotized by his muscles, his toned body, and his beautiful caramel skin tone. Your eyes travel down to his dick, which was wide and long, stood proud and throbbing.
You moaned, feeling his fingers rubbing small circles around your center, extending his tongue to lightly lick down on your clit.
"You good, Yen, does that feel good?"
You squirm under him and just let out a moan.
"Mm, so wet, all wet for me, huh?"
Terry asked, sticking the tip of his finger in. You moaned in response, feeling him suck and lick your pussy folds to distract you from the sensations of his fingers stretching you out.
He removes his finger, only to continue rubbing circles and licking your pussy with his tongue; he spreads your legs a little wider, making you moan.
"You like that, don't you?"
Let out another soft moan; It was so good that it was difficult for you to speak.
"Come on, princess. Talk to me; don’t hold back those pretty little words from me. Let me hear it."
"Ahh....I love it, Daddy. I love it so fucking much. Please, don’t stop."
You moaned, gripping his head with your hand. Terry growled proudly at you, calling him daddy, the ice on the cake, while licking and smearing his face into your wetness.
You buck your hips gently up against his face, craving for more; Terry intertwines his hands with yours, using them as leverage while eating you out like it was his last meal on this planet.
"Mmmm, are you coming on Daddy's tongue?"
"Fuck, yes, Daddy. I'm gonna cum on it, can I please"
You asked, looking into his eyes, and his tongue was moving in and out deeper, hitting your sweet spot.
"Do it, cum, baby, but keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to watch you"
"Fuck,fuck, fuck yes, ahhhh yes,"
You screamed, staring deep into his eyes, feeling your orgasm ripping through you, leaving your legs trembling from the long-awaited release.
Terry paused to let you catch your breath, his lips brushing softly against your neck in a tender rhythm.
Each gentle kiss sent a warm ripple of sensation, making you cherished.
"That was so fucking good! fuck your turn, Daddy"
You moaned, gripping his dick with your hand, and began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.
Terry bucks his hips gently, craving for more of your touch, but he takes both of your hands and puts them above your head.
"No, Yen, this is about you, okay?"
Terry’s gaze was serious and dominant; it was straight-up magnetic, making you even more feel wetter.
“That’s a good girl, learning fast.”
Terry starts kissing over your hips, then up your ribs and up to your breasts, paying close attention to suck the left nipple and then the right.
You moaned, loving the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving along your neck, pausing to suck a hickey into your soft dark brown skin.
He pulls away and kisses your lips as his dick rubs against your wet folds, not daring to enter but just teasing.
“Daddy, can I touch you!”
You asked, desperately as your hands were still above your head cause you didn't want to disobey.
“How much do you want to touch, princess?”
“So much, Daddy, please! I want to feel you.”
“Alright, since you've been such a good girl in listening, go ahead, beautiful.”
You take the time to run your hands up his big, beautiful, muscular arms and then up and down his back before gripping the back of his neck.
He kisses you gently, tongue pushing into your mouth as he slowly thrusts inside of you, stretching your walls and filling you up to the max.
You cried, digging your nails into his shoulder blades, trying your best to adjust to his size
"Fuck, do you want me to stop?"
"No, please don’t stop. fuck me, please fuck me. I need it. it’s been too long for me"
You answered, and he waited for you to adjust a little bit more before starting to move slowly.
"Oh, baby you are so fucking tight, just gripping my dick like a glove"
Terry grunts, gripping your hips while looking at you. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth slightly falling open in O at his length thrusting into your pussy, and It felt unbelievably good.
Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.
"Such an impatience little thing; Imma have to fuck that out of you."
You tried to obey and be patient, but you wanted Terry so badly to thrust harder, deeper, faster; you needed him to pound into you.
Terry must be a mind reader because he gave you what you wanted and flipped you onto your side.
You moaned his name as he smacked your ass before spreading your cheek open a little to thrust his dick back inside of you.
Terry began to pound in and out of you faster and harder, bringing a scream to rise from your throat.
"Fuck me, Terry, fuck me, just like that. It feels good."
You moaned, gripping his arm, feeling him press his forehead against yours and looking deep into your eyes.
"Fuck, keep saying my name like that, baby."
Terry says, keeps on thrusting harder; the bed starts to squeak against the wall as he hits your sweet spot with every thrust.
You screamed, digging your nails into his arm firmly, indeed leaving marks.
Terry winces at the pain but shrugs it off as he continues to pound you into the mattress.
"Fuck, that's a good girl,"
He moans breathily as you let go of his arm and grip the sheets, laying your head down while feeling him pull out and then back in with a force, hitting your sweet spot.
Terry anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling—not too rough, and not too gently, either.
His other hand ventures down towards your wet folds, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves, and you begin to write against him in pleasure.
"That's it, my sweet girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me,"
You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches his words; with a swift pinch to your clit with his fingers, you come undone around Terry’s dick.
"Oh, fuck daddy.....fuck Terry, oh fuck!!!!!!!"
You cried, feeling the great climax crash through you.
Terry rides out his orgasm, bucking his hips forward before busting a nut inside of you.
He withdraws and collapses beside you, leaving your legs trembling.
"Shhh, it’s okay. I got ya, princess " He says, pulls you closer to him to help you come down your amazing high.
"That was amazing, Terry. I want more."
“Good to hear cause I got a lot more to give, but let me take you out on a date first,”
You and Terry have gone on multiple amazing dates filled with laughter, happiness, and meaningful moments.
The connection you shared was real, leading to moments of mind-blowing sex that drew you even closer together.
He’s given you more orgasms than you can count.
Everything was going great until one day, Terry didn’t show up for a date, which worried you.
You texted and called him repeatedly, and you were beyond upset when you realized he had ghosted you.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your phone buzzed with a message from Terry.
"Hey, Yen, I'm so sorry for disappearing. I'm okay. Something came up, and I didn't have a chance to explain. Can you come over, so we can talk?"
You felt relief when you read that he was okay, but anger and hurt lingered.
You agreed to meet at his place, hoping for the best while bracing yourself for heartbreak.
Terry opened the door, his expression apologetic and sincere, while he greeted you with a small smile.
Despite your anger with him, something had clearly happened to him.
He began as he sat next to you on the couch; you moved slightly away from him, which hurt his heart.
"What happened, Terry? Why didn't you answer any of my calls or texts? I was worried sick about you."
"I know, I'm sorry. I should've told you what was going on. My cousin, Mike was in trouble, and I had to rush out of town to help him."
Your expression softened at the mention of his cousin, Mike. Terry talked about his family a lot, especially his cousin.
"Oh, Terry! Is he okay now?"
He looked down at his hands.
He said quietly, his voice filled with sorrow. You felt your heart sink at his words, the gravity of the situation suddenly making your frustration seem insignificant.
Terry explained his death and the incident with the Shelby Springs police he had; it was a tragic situation.
"Oh, Terry, I'm so sorry. I'm here for you, you know that right?"
You asked, letting him gather his thoughts. You could see the pain in his eyes and wished you could have done more to ease it.
He gave you a small, grateful smile, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that spoke volumes.
"Yeah, Yen, and I thank you for understanding. It means a lot that you still care even after I left you without a word."
“Of course, it's okay. I care a lot about you Terry I-”
You wrap your arm around his shoulder and lean your head on his shoulder innocently.
Terry seemed taken aback for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he absorbed your words.
Then, a gentle smile spread across his face, and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.
He said softly, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.
"I knew I was in love with you the moment we made love. I thought I wouldn’t see your face again, and I hoped and prayed I would get out of there to come back to you and tell you face to face."
You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, relieved and overjoyed to hear him say those words. It was as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and in that moment, everything felt right.
Terry leaned into you slightly, going for a kiss. You straighten up and lean in to kiss him back.
Terry whispered, his voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate moment, but it didn't. Your heart swelled with bliss.
His face lit up just slightly, and you could see the tension of the past months slowly melting away.
“Let me take you out; make it up to you. I wanna us to be together"
“Me too, Terry, but you've got a lot of making up to do. Can you handle that, Daddy?"
“Oh, you know I like a challenge, baby.”
He pulled you into another kiss, the softness of the moment wrapped around you both, forming a cloud of warmth and love.
All the worry of the past months had melted away, leaving behind the promise of a bright future for the two of you.
