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Heyyyyy!!! HERE ME OUT 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾. Terry x reader went out for the night and he gets a lil tipsy and by the end of the night he need dat😏😏. So so very nasty cuz he get real nasty after a few drinks🫣🫣

I Get Filthy

.summary. sanai and terry go out with their friends. between shot and music, terry let's loose, or was it all a game?

His breath was hot on the back of her neck and if it had been anyone else she would have cursed them out. Instead she was trying to push off her slightly drunk man and his wandering hands. They were in the middle of the club, bodies pressed together, while he downed another shot she had no idea he went and got. They were out with friends, celebrating a milestone for one of them and their career in medicine. She hadn't expected Terry to let loose, but when the third drink came to their table, and the two shots the flirty ass bartender passed were drunk, liquid courage filled his veins as the animal surfaced.

Currently swaying side to side, Terry had one hand on Sanai's breast, occasionally squeezing in time to the music. His thumb flicked across her nipple through the satin low cut material. 

"Terry!" She hummed, turning her head to look up at him.

His eyes were low, a little bloodshot and his full lips were parted as he breathed and sung to the music. He looked down at her and tried to wink, both eyes closing instead of one. She let out a laugh and patted his leg.

"You're drunk,' she says. "Are you ready to go home?"

Instead, Terry let her go and found his way to the dance floor, hyped up by his equally drunk friends. 

"I need that,' he grunted, ripping at her dress as soon as they stepped into their hotel suite. 

Sanai almost tumbled backwards in her heels before he caught her, hoisted her up over his shoulder, and half stumbled to the bedroom. Sanai landed with a thud and Terry began a slow strip tease as she watched. No music, but he sung the lyrics to I'm In Love With A Stripper. The last song the club had played as she tried pulling him from the dance floor to the exit. His Marine friends, along with her girlfriends had hyped him up, passing him shots because they all knew Terry didn't get this lit.

"Need what?" She said, teasing him as she pulled the straps down of her dress. 

"That pussy,' he slurred, giving her a cheeky grin. 

He dropped a knee to the bed and began a slow crawl to her. His cheeks were flushed, face slightly tinted red from the alcohol running through his veins. The was the last thing they needed to be doing. Terry was an animal any other time in bed, able to flip her up and over at his will. But drunk Terry? A demon. 

A hand grabbing her ankle pulled her from her thoughts. Terry pulled her downwards towards him and planted a long wet kiss to the corner of her mouth. Sanai laughed and adjusted his head, letting his long tongue pushed into her mouth. The kiss was nasty and wet. Their full lips smacking against each other as they took turns stripping each other down. Terry pulled his mouth away and pushed apart Sanai's legs, his dick was hard and heavy between his legs as it slipped free from his briefs.

"I've been wanting to fuck,' he starts, unable to finish as Sanai helps him by guiding his dick to her wet folds. 

She rubs his tip up and down in her wetness, coating his length as she stroked him. She knew his balls were heavy and while he was trying to balance himself she reached beneath him and cupped them, her hand massaging them as precum leaked from his tip into her palm. 

"Shit,' Terry hissed, 'let me, Nai, bay,' he stammered, his mind foggy as he tried to find the words to control the situation and her. 

"Nah, you said you need that. Let me give it to you Daddy,' she purred. "You're so drunk,' she teased.

"No I…not,' he pushed her into the bed and hoisted her legs over his arms, letting them rest in the crook of his elbow. Splayed out, Sanai reached between her legs, playing with her pussy as his hooded hazel eyes watched her. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his stomach muscles clenching at the thought of sinking into her pussy. 

So he did. 

Terry's first thrust was messy and hard. Sanai slapped her hands down on his shoulder, holding on as his hips drove forward. His thrusts were slopping and uncontrolled. The lack of coordination led to Sanai being able to push her thighs forward to drop them from his arms. Distracted, she wrapped them around his waist and flipped them over. Her hands fell on his chest, using him for balance as she began to rock her hips back and forth. 

"Let me be in control,' Sanai says, her voice even as she sinks back down on his dick. 

Terry grabs her hips, holding her for support as she rode him on her tiptoes, swirled her hips, and bounced until a white creamy mess was made between them. Terry was vocal. Panting and moaning about how tight her pussy was. How wet she was. How she wss wetting him up. Sanai reached up and grabbed his throat with one hand, his eyes shot open at her aggressive hold and she felt his dick twitch inside of her. Thick and pulsing, Terry lifted his hips, seeking out her warmth as she rode him. 

"Like a mechanical bull,' he sung, Beyonce's lyrics replacing his moans. "Fuck it,' he giggled, changing the words. This wasn't even sex anymore, this was a show. "Look at that horse, look at that horse, look at that horse,' he said, slapping her thighs each time. 

Sanai squeezed his neck tighter, he choked, and she leaned down to kiss him. 

"I'm riding my steed,' she mumbled. 

"For his seed,' he grunts out just before flipping them back over. 

Terry pushed to the hilt, his hips rotating in circles as his voice deepened. "Aight,' he said, sounding more clear than he had since before they left the house. "Playtime over,' he smacked his lips against hers, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth before biting her lip. 

He pushed his hips forwards, sinking deep into her pussy until squelching sounds fill the room. The scent of their combined sex fills the air around them, choking them both until they were gasping for air in time to his thrust. He laid on top of her, hugging her body close as he rocked his hips, pistoned them between her legs until her thighs were shaking. She could taste the hennessy on his lips, the lemon drop he stole from her lingered in the back of his mouth as her tongue explore his uvula. 

He pulled his head away just enough to whispered in her ear. 

I know my pussy creaming.

Wet that shit up for me. 

That it's baby, take it. Take it. TAKE. IT. 

Sanai was sure the people in the other rooms could hear them. The bed was smacking against the wall as she cried out for Terry to let up, his hips roughly pounding against hers. 

Tears prickled in her eyes and she turned her head into his neck, his sweat dripping onto her body as his hands wandered down to her waist. Brusingly, he held them and pulled upwards, holding her to him and impaling her on his length. 

"Terry,' she stuttered, hands going down to push at his stomach. "Please!" 

He smacked her hands away, his thumb finding her clit as he found his groove. Realization set in as they made eye contact and he winked. Bastard's alcohol tolerance was through the fucking roof. Of course it was, he was a fucking Marine.

"Nah,' he says, eyes never leaving the way his dick slid in and out of her pussy, 'you're gonna take this dick until I nut, then I'm going to fuck it back in until you do." He leaned down, the sudden push forward caused his dick to brush against her cervix, reminding her of how deep he could go if he wanted. 

"Then you're gonna get on your knees and lick all that shit up." 

Sanai's eyes rolled to the back of her head as he grabbed her chin in his hands, forcing her to look at him. 

"I've been drinkin'' he hummed.

This is exactly what Beyonce wrote the song for.

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time is a flat circle and each year i think i am becoming more myself 🎆 happy new year!

hardships are plenty and at any given moment the world feels like it’s crumbling underneath my hands, i still struggle with things i thought i should be past and there is a voice that sounds a lot like my own, much quieter now though, that still sometimes says ‘unlovable’ and ‘unwanted’ but this past year has also been one of immense joy and love and connection i didn’t think were possible

the chance to meet and talk to some of the most amazing people i’ve come across in my short life and form friendships where i began to realize those same people care for me too and love me too and value me too, what a gift! i am so grateful and those lovely people know who they are and you included if you’re reading this! my mutuals here, those who’ve read my writing and continue to follow me and check up on me, patient with me when writing takes time, generous with their own time and comments, those who send me asks and those i’ve only maybe just met or don’t always talk to regularly—you’re all so special and important to me and i hope you know how much you’ve made my year!

so for me, time is a flat circle and all the years before and each version of me is still at the surface of my skin, all colliding and forming the person writing this now and i hope and think that maybe you’ll become more yourself in the new year too

wishing 2025 to be what everyone needs it to be, you deserve good things to happen, you deserve to thrive!

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.summary. a continuation of the previous chapter. Terry makes a bold move on Nami and gives her some well earned softness.

.kinks. choking, collaring, implied oral, sexual intercourse, suggestive language. 3021 words

.warnings. minors do not engage, you are responsible for reading material that is age appropriate. this story is written for those 21+. this chapter is a bit shorter as it's a continuation.

“Give me that pussy,’ Terry growled. 

The sound was deep in his throat. His already low voice was deeper, richer, hungrier. Nami could only moan as he stuffed her pussy with his dick. On her hands and knees, Terry’s hand pushed down on her shoulder and pulled up on her hips. 

She wiggled her hips backwards, swallowing his thickness in inch by inch. It was a little past two in the afternoon and she was fucked out. How he was able to draw out pleasure from her made Nami cross her eyes. She focused on his hips, the way they pounded against hers, and how his balls slapped up against her clit. She was salivating herself, drool coating her chin and chest, wetting up the sheets.  

"I know that shit feels good,' he cooed, his tongue lapping at the shell of her ear. 

Two orgasms in and he was fucking her towards her third. He’d already filled her with his cum and was itching to do it again. She was a mess between her legs. A creamy white mess. 

“Sir,’ she whined as his stopped moving. 

“Mh?” He asks coolly, ‘whatchu’ need besides this dick, Nami? You shouldn’t be asking for anything else right now.” 

Her lips puckered together as she whispered so breathlessly he barely heard it. “Okay.” 

Terry had given her a little more vocal leeway. Her replies had to be respectful with no cursing. He’d let her little, okay, slip because he could feel her shaking in his hands. She was still sensitive from this morning and he knew it was pushing on uncomfortable. Terry brought her back from sub space a while ago and was keeping her engaged to avoid a second slip so soon. 

“Can I share something,’ he says, his thrusts quickening as he pulled her up and threw his arm around her neck. His other landed on her belly, locking her in place while supporting her lower body before he rallied his strength and fucked into her. 

Nami stared up at the ceiling. His bicep and forearm applied heavy pressure to her neck, the choking method felt like a boa constrictor. His arm was so thick. He applied just enough pressure for her to feel it while cutting off just enough air she soaked his dick from the pressure and he could feel it leaking on his thighs. 

“There you go,’ he whispered, very close to her ear, ‘wet that dick up, pretty girl.” 

He listened to her cries and screams. Egged on by her vocal offerings, Terry rubbed hand down between her legs, thumbing the sensitive clit that was swollen and needy. 

“I can’t wait for you to touch me,’ he grunted. “Those soft pretty hands on me? I. Can't. Wait.” He punctuated his words with hip shattering thrusts.

“Please, please, please,’ she begged, voice thick with desire just for the simple act of touch. 

“And that’s why I’m making you wait,’ he hissed. “I like hearing you beg.” 

Nami was at his control, arched back into his vice grip as her pussy fluttered around his dick. “Because as soon as I do, I’m at your mercy,’ he admitted, ‘and baby, I just can’t have that.”

Terry leaned against the cart, his attention divided between the cart filling with Christmas ornaments, a Oreo Frappuccino he kept secretly sipping, and Nami, who was pacing the isle. He made the mistake of eating the last of her doughnut holes and when he slid his seat back in the car, egging on her on to suck his dick, she got out and walked towards the store, a pout on her lips. The last thing she needed was more sugar than her frappuccino and the doughnuts had been grabbed from a street vendor back at the market. Though he bought them, he denied wanting one, until his hand dove into the bag and pulled out the last one. It just so happened to be raspberry filled. Her favorite. 

"Nami,' Terry called out, bumping her thigh with the cart. 

"You ate my doughnut." 

"I can go back to get you more,' he offered, again. 

"No. I don't want them anymore." 

"Then come drink this,' he said, holding up the cold confectionary drink. 

Nami frowned. "It's melted and I don't want it anymore." 

Terry let out a small laugh, his face twisting into a smile. "You're upset over the doughnut?" 

She placed the pink ornaments back on the shelf and faced him. 

"You said you didn't want any!" She replied, voice just above a whisper. 

Nami grabbed the cold drink from him and wrapped her lips around the straw before taking a long sip. She yanked it out her mouth as her head began to chill. 

"Do you want more?" 

"You already asked me that." 

"No, I said I would go back. I'm asking if you want more." 

Nami walked around him with her cup, disappearing down another aisle as he tapped his fingers on the cart before following her.

It had been her idea to decorate a tree at his place since he didn't have one. She had her own, but the chance to get a new tree and ornaments took over. After Terry and her had showered and dress, she begged him to bring her out to find a tree. Though they were at her place, she wanted to put the tree at his. The cart was already filled with ornaments in green and silver. She had asked for his input and he was terrible at it. Picking out ornaments that didn't match in color. Left up to him, the tree would have been neon orange, black, and gold. 

"You mad at me?" 

He had stepped up behind her, his hand on her waist as she looked through the different color and shape of boxed lights. The drink in her hand chilled her palm. Blocked by his body, Terry slipped his hands down the front of her skirt. 

"Sir,' she mumbled, 'someone can see." 

He looked around at the semi busy store and shrugged. Pulling his hand back, he patted the side of her thigh. 

"Then hurry up. I have something for you anyway." 

It was a few things actually and he was glad she pushed him to put the tree up at his place. Everything he had for her would stay there unless he moved it. Nami watched him walk to another aisle before she followed behind him. 

"Wait,' she tossed the drink in a trash and caught up to him at the stockings. "What do you have?" 

She stood there with her hands behind her back. Looking up at him, Nami pursed her lips in question. He hadn't given anything away and she wasn't sure where they were in their relationship to buy him gifts. That must have shown on her face because he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

"Don't worry about it Nami,' he said.

Her shoulders dropped a little as the tension released. She would still get him something, but she at least had time and another opportunity to view his place to see what he might like or want without directly asking. Terry was a quiet man and his house looked like a page from a minimalist magazine. From what she saw of his room all his things wer put away, shoes lined up perfectly along the wall, no stray clothes, and even his fridge was organized. Everything had it's place, including her. 

Nami, anticipating what his surprise were, found the lights she wanted and tossed enough in the cart to string around the 8-foot tree. 

Nami made Terry move the tree around five times before it ended up back where it first started; by dining table right before the hardwood floors changed to tile. Her black tree skirt stood out against the frosted leave christmas tree. She hadn't paid attention but the tree also came with little red berries on some of the branches, giving it depth and character. While he found an extension cord, Name began placing the pink and white ornaments. When he came back, he knelt beside her and plugged in the extension cord for her. He kissed her bare leg and up her thigh before wrapping her arms around her waist.

"You are distracting me." She mumbled.

She clenched the ornament in her hands and looked down at him. He pushed up her shirt and kiss her belly, mouthed around her waist as his head disappeared under her shirt. The warm air sent chills over her body as Terry's tongue licked at her inner thighs.

"Finish the tree, baby,' he replied.

This was the first time she had spent a holiday with a man in almost four years. It was weird, considering their dynamic, and comforting. This past semester had been hell before Terry came into her life. The balance and structure helped her flourish. She didn't dread going to class. She was present and focused. She wiggled her toes and leaned forward, trying to put the balls on the branches, but he was taking up space.

"Sir,' she wiggled her legs, his forehead was resting on her stomach.

"Nah,' he says. His fingers pinch the back of her thighs and she yelps. "Try that again."

"Oh! Sorry, Daddy,' she relaxes in his hold. It was hard to tell of his changes when she couldn't see him.

Nami leaned forward again and was startled when Terry picked up her leg and hooked it on his shoulder. He held her tight so she kept her balance, but she hated she couldn't see his face. Nami twisted around, searching for other ornaments when her leg buckled. Terry's tongue had slipped out his mouth and pressed against her clit.

"How am I supposed to,' Nami whimpered.

Terry had started to lower her to the floor, the ornaments were out of reach at this point and her legs were pushed apart. She reached down and pulled up her shirt, his dark green eyes and focused on her. As handy as the no panty rule was, sometimes she wanted to throw them on. His mouth was lethal and she knew when he locked in on her like that she wasn't going out without at least two orgasms.

Terry tilted his head upwards and she followed his gaze. Rolling over, Nami crawled towards the decorations and let out a small 'oof' when Terry grabbed her ankle. She had one of the boxes in her hand and laughed as he dragged her and the box back towards him.

When he finally let her finish, he was watching her from the couch. She moved around the tree with ease, changing the spots where she had placed an ornament or flower. Terry watched Nami admire the tree when she was done. His apartment looked a little more festive and it wasn't a total eyesore among his cleaner aesthetic.

"Come sit."

She moved towards Terry as he sat up. He reached into the table and for a second Nami thought he was getting her cuffs. Instead he pulled out a black square box and placed it on her lap. She knew it was kink related, but what else could he have? The anal ring he given her earlier was replaced with a slightly larger one already.

Opening the box, she shut it just as quickly and then gave him a surprised look.

"I was not expecting this,' she says, opening the box to stare at the diamond tennis necklace. It was very simple, dainty, and perfect.

"Collaring is important. We'll be in spaces of like minded people and I want them to know you're spoken for. Permanently."

He took the box from her and had her kneel between his legs with her back to him. She moved her curls out of the way as he latched the necklace around her neck, officially making it her collar. She turned around and he admired it. The way it sat against her collarbones, how it sparkled just enough, and the goofy and apprehensive smile on his subs face.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing wrong,' she says, 'I….its a bit overwhelming."

It was a representation of their relationship and her acceptance of it. Nami reached up to touch it while excusing herself to the guest bathroom. She looked in the mirror at her collar. She could feel his expectations now. The necklace was beautiful and light, but it was heavy with responsibility. After about ten minutes, Terry knocked on the bathroom door.

"Nami,' he said, 'are you okay?"

She looked away from her reflection and opened the bathroom door. "Yes. I just needed to process what this means."

"It means you're my only submissive. It means you trust me with your body. I get to call you mine."

Nami nodded, but he knew what the problem. She needed assurance. She needed to be told.

"You're my submissive in bed and when I need you to be otherwise. You're also my girl,' he saw the change in her eyes, the way the softened to him. "I'm going to take you out as much as I slut you out."

Nami next surprise made her overly excited to the point she bounced up and down when he told her. Now that he had been able to indulge in her the least he could do was really reward her for being so good. It made shivers slide down his spine, but the pleasure on the other end of it kept him hard from the moment he told her until now. In the guest room, her last surprise was in his, he told her to get comfortable. Her back was against the headboard and her legs were spread. Terry had crawled between them and kissed her gently before exhaling deeply. He could see the excitement in her eyes. He’d finally given her permission to touch him and she instantly had been over zealous. She was bubbling with excitement as he complied with her want. He turned his body, his back to her chest, and she adjusted herself some so that he was partially on the pillows beside them. Nami ran her nose along his neck and watched his hands begin to clench at his sides.

Her tongue flattened against his neck and he jerked to the side away from her.

“You playin’,” he hissed.

Her ten minutes of exploring his half naked body were winding down. Nami kissed his shoulder, her right hand rubbing down his chest and stomach. The muscles clenched and the tent in his sweat grew.

“Oh?” She whispered, her fingertips snaking beneath the waist of the sweats. “Can I touch?” She asked. “Pwease, Daddy?” Her nails made small circles on his lower abdomen and Terry stared up at the ceiling as he tried to pull control from thin air. He was shaking as pleasure coursed through his body and he knew if she touched him what would happen.

“Yeah, go ahead baby. Touch Daddy.”

Nami slipped her hand in his sweats and he watched then felt her dainty palm wrap around the base of his dick. Pre cum leaked from the top and her thumb swirling the mess down to the base of his dick on one long and slow stroke.

“Oh fuck,’ he groaned, sinking into her embrace.

Her other hand was on his neck and she wrapped her hand around it to apply some pressure. She didn't waste time pulling him free from his sweats. Instead, she stroked him and they both watched the way his body began to tremble each time her hand moved.

"Shit." He cursed, his foot planting on the bed.

Nami stopped her hand at that, her index finger tapping his neck. "Put that leg down,' she said, a little commanding essence in her sweet voice. Terry did as he was told, grinning, but softly moaning as she resumed playing with his dick because that's exactly what she was doing. Playing.

He could feel her breath on the side of his face. Her breaths were long and drawn out to match the slow stroke of her hand. Downwards, she breathed in. Upwards, she exhaled. Her hand around his throat tightened and he could feel the points of her stiletto shaped nails dig into his skin. The pinch of the acrylics made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He melted into her arms, his hands clenched the sheets and the moving tent in his sweats pulled deep guttural moans from his chest.

“You’re so big Daddy,’ she whispered, her tongue dancing around the shell of his ear. “So thick,” she mumbled in awe.

Her hand barely wrapped around him. Nami glanced at the timer and began to slow her strokes. As much as she was enjoying it, she didn't want to get caught up and have to stop. Terry sat up, slight confusion but then the timer went off and they both jumped at the shrill sound. Nami pulled her hands away and placed them in her lap. When Terry turned to look at her, she wore a large grin on her face. She was more than please with herself for making him feel the way he did.

She noticed his face was scrunched up and he hd turned so his boyd was face her. Between her legs, Terry grabbed her hand, pinning it above her head with his own. He took the other and tugged her down so he could rest between her legs. He added the other hand to his grasp, and she dropped her legs to the bed, creating more room for him. Terry's dick was hard pressed against her sex, heavy, and hard.

"You're getting some rules for touching tomorrow,' he says while tugging down his sweats.

"Oh,' Nami replies, already lifting her shirt towards her head. She couldn't hid her smile from finally wearing him down.

He stoped it at her hands and twists it to keep her hands bound. He could feel the heat from her sex and with one well practiced stroke, he was buried in her cunt for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

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“Get his ass” Is so unreasonably funny to me. A huge win for the English language. Today’s version of “seize him” imo

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writing is 20% words, 80% staring at a blank screen dramatically.

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i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.

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Nami stopped her hand at that, her index finger tapping his neck. "Put that leg down,' she said, a little commanding essence in her sweet voice. Terry did as he was told, grinning, but softly moaning as she resumed playing with his dick because that's exactly what she was doing. Playing. 

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To all black girls who refuse to be subjected to prejudices and forced into a mold. I love you.

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Rio x Black female reader

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Good Girls belongs to Jenna Bans. My heart belongs to Mr. Rio No Last Name & these stories belong to me.

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Beautifully framed outside your huge living room window was a gorgeous Sunday in the city of Detroit. It was early afternoon and spring was showing out. The mature trees in the neighborhood had turned green overnight. The flowers that lined your walkway were awake again and blooming in vivid color but inside your house it was bleak - your man was livid.

Rio stopped pacing and texting to watch you stroll through the front door without a care in the world - as if he hadn’t been trying to locate you for almost an hour. As if he hadn’t been blowing you up for the full 50 minutes since you and your three girlfriends disappeared from the new restaurant where you were having brunch. All smiles, you waved at your ride and closed the door.

With a minute shifting of his jaw back and forth, he skipped past any kind of greeting to direct a loaded question at you, “How exactly did you get here?”

You blinked at his question, coyly tipping your head to the side as if you couldn’t think of a single reason why he would ask it. “Uber. With Faith, Saaniah and--.”

Rio tucked his chin down slightly raising his eyebrows. Taking in a deep breath through his nostrils, he hoped he didn’t hear you right. “You took an…Uber?”

“Uber Black.” You corrected, watching his eyes harden even more. “Don’t worry, it was on Toni’s account.”

Your glimmer of a smile had him cupping his chin and rubbing his beard so hard it looked like he might scrub a bald spot in it. That thought produced an image in your head that bubbled up a giggle you were far too intoxicated to suppress. Hearing it, Rio’s eyes widened, eyebrows shooting to the sky.

Strike one. 

You flounced by him with your pink and white polka-dot sundress swishing on your thighs. Your heels clickity-clacked on the granite tile as you made your way to the kitchen, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent space. His head turned slowly and disbelief creased his forehead as he clocked every step of your unsteady walk, fuming at the amused smile still playing on your lips.

Rio’s mind was going a mile a minute trying to determine why you had slipped away from your assigned driver and had gotten in an Uber…with a stranger. You never acted like this - callous about your safety, disregarding the rules you both lived by and for what - to just come home? Moving to join you in the kitchen, his dark eyes burned a hole in the side of your head as you briefly studied the contents of the fridge and a picked out a bottle of water. Setting his feet in a wide stance, Rio eyed you with his lips pressed tight in anger.

“Lemme get this straight,” his voice came out in a rasp so tight it sounded like his vocal cords might snap from the strain. “You vanished from the restaurant. You lit as hell right now. And you think this is…some kinda funny?”

His phone buzzed and just as he dug in his pocket to answer it, you in your infinite wisdom decided to respond.

“I’m sorry....sir.” Another giggle accompanied the half salute you directed his way and he paused giving you a frosty look before putting the phone to his ear.

Strike two. 

Without uttering a greeting, he snapped at the caller coldly. “Nobody moves. Imma hit you right back.”

He never took his eyes off of you as he disconnected the call and tossed the phone on the counter. Finally, your mimosa-addled brain could see the real anger in his face. Rio walked up on you so quickly that your stumble-step backward almost put you on your backside.

“Aight, so just so we’re clear,” his voice was gravel, heating your face. “It’s funny that you got my guys out here lookin’ for you?” He screwed up his face into a look of amusement mixed with disgust, ducking his head lower to force eye contact, not allowing you to look away. “That’s funny, yeah?”

For the life of you, you can’t remember why you and your girls thought it would be so hilarious to ditch the new guy. You would have never tried that with Mick. God, how many mimosas and champagne jello shots had you tossed back? Obviously, too many.   

“And then what, huh?!” His voice was straining from trying to keep his volume at a reasonable level, but even more so from denying himself the rising need to shake the stupid out of you. Raising his eyebrows, he rushed his words, stumbling over a few. “You…you figured on top of all that, it would what? Be cute to turn your locator off? Huh?! To not answer yo fuckin’ phone?!”

Looking up into his frowning face you remembered how you and your girls were all howling with laughter at the faces Faith made every time your phone rang and then hers. How she held it up showing that it was Rio, then Mick then Rio again. How many calls was it? You can’t recall but there wasn’t a damn thing funny now. At this point, his aggressive nearness had you bent slightly backward over the counter and the muscles in your back and thighs were starting to burn. You knew you should apologize, but Rio was so deep in your personal space, even breathing didn’t seem like a good idea.

Strike three.

Losing the grip he had on the self control he had initially imposed on himself, his facial features hardened and he exploded in the face of what appeared to be an unapologetic silence.

“You think this shit’s a game!? Where’s your fuckin’ head at, huh?!” Thumping his index finger on the side of his head, his scowl was fierce. “You….were MISSING!”

You jumped at his shout, unprepared for him to snatch your water bottle from the counter and whip around to throw it. It burst open on impact with the living room wall, spraying water everywhere. The sheer force of it knocking the wide mirror near there to the floor with a crash. Spinning back around, he was blind to the alarmed look on your face by his own emotions. His phone buzzed again, vibrating on the counter and you both looked at it - you with wide eyes and his with annoyance at the interruption. Just as you managed to get your brain and vocal chords to agree on something to say, he picked it up.

“Chris, I…,” you squeaked out but he had already dropped his gaze and turned his back to you.

He spoke low, regaining his practiced casual calm with each syllable he spoke. “Yeah, yeah…...She’s here..…..No, tell everybody to go home, yeah?…...Naw, take off….Right…..Tell ‘em to take the day or somethin’, aight?”

You had barely shifted your position, standing up straight to relieve your back when he turned back to you, his dark eyes pinning you in place. “I gotta handle this shit here…Naw, we good…..Bet.”

We good… He may have said the words but his face said otherwise.

Ending the call, he placed his phone back on the counter. He kept his eyes on it for a moment, pulling himself back from his emotions - straightening his shoulders and taking a deep breath through his nose. You had seen him do it a hundred times, but never because of you. Running his hand over his facial hair again, he licked his lips slow - tucking them in and biting the inside of his bottom lip before pressing you further.  

“So you just wanted me thinkin’ something happened to you?” His voice came out flat and emotionless. “That’s what we doin’ now?”

You stood there frozen with guilt as he stepped back into your personal space, his scent hitting you as hard as his anger. Rio blinked slow and lowered his volume even more. His next words drug out from the depths of his vocal chords in bass so coated with rasp and irritation, he was almost difficult to understand. “You ain’t got nothin’ to say to me, ma?”

His tone, raw with anger and hurt had your heart beating double time. “Baby,I…I’m so sorry.”

Rio blinked three times at finally hearing remorse in your voice, giving the apology you should have given the second you walked in the door.

“Chris?” You could feel the anger and something else coming off of him in a waves that rolled your stomach. “I didn’t think that y’all would--”.

“Oh, I know,” he snapped, cutting you off. “I know you didn’t think! What else were we supposed to do, huh?! Just sit on our asses?! You were gone!”

You wanted to touch him. To place your hand on his chest if only to calm him, to bring him back to you. “But I wasn’t! I was just--.”

“You WERE!”

Jerking away from you, the vein at his temple stood out. He slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other emphasizing his words and raised his shoulders high, no longer camouflaging what your little joke had cost him. “You were missing TO ME! DAMN! What’s the matter with you that you can’t get that?! YOU! WERE! GONE!”

The look on his face tore your heart in half, shaming you. Anger, fear and worry was what you had heaped onto him. Shit! Rushing forward you grabbed his t-shirt, yanking him close despite his attempts to brush you off, “Okay! Okay! But I’m right here though! Look at me!”

He stopped pulling away, but he still averted his eyes, refusing to look at you. His voice came out deadly quiet, terse. “You had me fucked up.”

The way he delivered those five words brought tears to your eyes. The way he kept his gaze staunchly focused away from you, turned you cold. You quickly locked your arms around his neck, refusing to let him walk away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered urgently, confessing you were at fault. “I fucked up, Christopher. I’m so sorry.”

Not knowing what else to do you said it again and again, until he finally looked down at you. The way he wet his lips was an automatic response to your nearness. Leaning up on your toes, you breathed the heartfelt apology near his mouth but his palms sliding down your arms were giving you a false hope of reconciliation. Without warning, he yanked your hands from his body, pulling a gasp of shock out of you. Gripping your wrists to hold you back and away from him, Rio glowered down into your startled, wide eyes. His jaw ticked, clenching and releasing. Silent, he stared at you, trying to read you like he would a stranger or worse yet an adversary. His mind was racing wondering if something was broken between you two that caused you to do this - needing to know if he could still trust you. This time he didn’t look away, he let you see it. His dark eyes showcased his disappointment and he was forcing you to face it - to feel it.  

“You had me fucked up!”

“I know.…I get it. I do, love.” You could feel him still analyzing, looking for something to tell him why it happened. “Chris…let go.” Your eyes flicked to his familiar tattooed hand, the one that held your face so lovingly everyday, gripping your wrist. “This ain’t us, baby. This ain’t us.”

Loosening his hold on you, his scowl lessened in increments and you inched your body closer accordingly. When he let go, you didn’t attempt to touch him again. You could barely stand it, the wall he put up, the way he was looking at you. All you wanted was to for him to hold you, to tell you that you were forgiven but there was no way you could ask for that. Not when it was you who had foolishly done the hurting.

Tucking his hands in his pockets, Rio walked away from you - out of the kitchen and into the living room. Silent, he stood facing the wall that had received his wrath. Looking down at his fragmented reflection in the cracked face of the fallen mirror he let out an audible, self-centering exhale and rolled his shoulders. From the kitchen, you got a good look at him for the first time since you walked in. He was wearing black joggers with a drawstring and a snug black tee. His feet were bare, no jewelry - he was dressed for a rare day at home. You closed your eyes while regret rushed emotions through your alcohol-soaked system because for the first Sunday since the New Year began, he had carved out time off to be with you. And you had ruined it. 

The tension in the house was still buzzing but you went to stand near him anyway. In the silence, you touched his arm. He tensed, frowning at your hand. Resolute, you moved in front of him. He looked into your eyes needing to see your intentions and you granted him a clear view of your soul by not looking away. The distrust still present in his hurt someplace deep in your chest. You would never bring pain to this man on purpose. He was your whole heart and had been since the day you met. Stepping into him, you wrapped your arms around his waist lightly and waited. Rio rested his hand on your shoulder before he began to toy with the ends of your hair. That small concession gave you permission to start rubbing a smooth, short path up and down his back. He settled his cheek on the side of your head and you stayed like that for a moment.

She’s here now. She’s safe. 

Rio quieted his mind bit by bit with those two facts. Still, experience and instinct made him want to challenge you - to keep you away from his heart. That was how he had gotten as far as he had in the game. Calculated moves. Always being a step ahead of those that wanted to take him out. But you weren’t like them. You had already proven yourself a thousand times over since you met. You had been loyal, sacrificing…he knew he couldn’t shut you out completely even if he wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured against the tattooed wing under his jaw. The smell of him called you there, a mix of dark spices and crystal clear waters that always made you want to bury your face in his neck and stay. He smelled like home.

Pulling back a little, he slid his hand up to the back of your neck and squeezed it. The regret spilling from your lips in a whispers had his eyes locked onto your mouth. Rio dropped his head slowly to brush his lips over yours. You strained up seeking more of his tentative re-connection. He hovered then moved his lips away, not teasing you - denying you. Uncertain, his eyes were still searching within yours for the disconnect.   

Looking down at you, his woman, his best friend - Rio stubbornly tried to ignore the feeling of elation growing bigger around the edges of his conscious thought. To not feel the exquisite dopamine rush from having you in front of him. Trying to reconcile that emotion knowing that just minutes before, while he didn’t know where you were, his mind had been conjuring up horrible scenarios of what you could be going through. In those fifty minutes that ticked by, he thought his dreams of starting a family with you were snatched away and placed into an enemy's hand. Deep in thought, he cupped your jaw near your ear - allowing himself to feel the silk of your cheek with his thumb. With every stroke you felt the walls he had automatically put up lowering.

With eyes open, he brushed his lips over yours again and let himself be drawn into the security of your shared history.

Wait….you told yourself.

His inner warnings were being silenced by the deep, brown pools of unconditional love looking back at him.

Wait…

You held your breath watching his guarded eyes transition until they mirrored back a simmering heat you knew all to well.

Just wait…

You were the only one that could make him lose the war with himself and all it took the tiniest whimper of a word from you for him to break.

“Please?” 

Crushing his mouth down on yours, he claimed your full lips. Unrestrained, Rio’s tongue plunged into your mouth, his hand tucked itself high under your jaw to grip your neck, controlling your ability to break away from his kiss. Urgent, he walked you backward fast, his arm around your waist was the only thing keeping you from stumbling. Your butt bounced off the couch’s back, snapping you into action. Gripping his shoulders you pulled him in closer, moaning as he ravished your neck in hard sucking bites. The second you started to fumble with the hem of his shirt, searching for the drawstring of his pants, he slapped your hands away tugging his shirt off himself. Spinning you around, he pushed you down over the back of the couch hard enough for your feet to leave the ground. Regaining your balance, you could feel him roughly snatching your dress up.

“Baby!” You yelped. “The zip--.”

“I ask you anything?” he growled out. “Open up.”

You immediately shifted into a slightly wider stance. Rio’s hand sliding up the inside of your thigh made you twitch, the hard nudge of his fingertips a silent command. You drew in a shaky breath, sliding your foot out further, while you turned straining to see what was coming next. Sliding his palms up your back, he bunched your dress up high around your neck. Pulling back the thin string of your thong, he let it snap sharply on your soft skin, then yanked it hard enough to tear it in two. You swallowed to wet your throat.

“Rio.” His name floated out on a whisper, the tone put your submission in the air.  

“I know you know better than that, mama.” His rasp sent a tremor up your spine and you automatically pulsed around nothing. “Make room for me.”

Trying to hold your balance you wobbled on your heels, spreading your feet as wide as you could. Gripping your shoulder, he ground his pelvis into your plush cheek - pausing only to slap the daylights out of your fleshy hip, enjoying the high squeak you let out. Not caring about the lingering sting, he leaned down on your back and rumbled darkly near your ear, “Now put your hands on the couch.”

Standing up straight, he yanked his bottoms down his hips and gripped his base. Your back moving in heaving breaths, mixed with the visual of your arms stretched out with your hands gripping the couch amped up the urgency within him to reclaim what he had thought he lost. The need to be as close to you as humanly possible dominated all other thought. Blindly he sought out your entrance, nudging with his tip and biting his bottom lip when he found you already flowering open for him, already beginning to release the tale-tell flow. The grunt he let out when he slammed into you covered the gasp you took in from the force and sensation. You barely had a moment to brace yourself before he drew back and thrust again to the hilt, grinding into your slick, hot grip.

There was none of his normal finesse, none of the teasing - just a desperate, possessive need that intensified as your sweet cries encouraged the relentlessness of his hips. Within minutes you were promising on your mother’s life to never make him worry again, but Rio was deaf to your promises. Merciless as low growling grunts accompanied every jolting thrust - punishing you the only way love allowed him to.

Yanking you up to have your back flush against his chest, he snatched your dress off over your head and wrapped his arm around your neck. The change in the angle of your bodies put him direct, torturous contact with that spot inside you that no man before him had ever found. And having your pelvis trapped against the couch gave you no room to move - no way to lessen the hit, not even for a second. Him sliding your bra cup up to palm your breast with his other hand, pinching and rolling your nipple made your jaw go slack. Clutching at his hand and arm, your cries climbed higher in pitch to his hot breathy grunts in your ear. Mouth open, your eyes slowly rolled back under the mounting pressure until your orgasm hit. You grasped the back of his head as your body jerked in spasms, wanting to fold but Rio held on working more gasping helpless sounds out of you. His arm cinched a little tighter around your neck and he leaned back, stealing your very breath from you while you lost yourself in tremors and spasms, leaving your nails’ indentions deep on his forearm.

Your scratches? Rio couldn’t feel them. You were squeezing him deliciously but how could his orgasm come when his mind wouldn’t let him get past the gut punch of Mick’s first call? The way his heart stopped when he heard the words, she’s gone. Your hand reaching back again, caressing the back of his neck now should have been soothing to him. Your low moans from pleasure achieved should have been wildly arousing, but they weren’t reaching his ears. He was still plagued by the images his mind had created of you being at the mercy of an enemy. The residual adrenaline flared up in him again and he pushed your still limp body back down. Putting his forearm across your back to keep you firmly folded over the back of the couch, he slipped his hand between your legs, seeking out the little nub he knew would force life back into you again. Finding it, he smirked as you immediately gasped and twisted to get away.

“Oh! Oh!” You choked out on a gasp, frozen from the rough circles his long fingers were making. “W-wait!” Desperate you reached down to grab hold of his wrist but there was no stopping him, he was fully in control of himself and you.

“Oh, you talkin’ to me now, mama? That’s funny, yeah?” Rio switched his touch to a paralyzing trip of fingertips back and forth across your throbbing bundle of nerves that had your toes curled in your heels and sucking in all the air in the room. You barely heard the next words he rasped out over the brain blitz of sensation.

“Well, I can't hear you darlin’ just like you couldn’t hear your phone. You remember that shit?! Hm?!”

Amused by your squirming, he mocked you and your knees buckled feeling the rise of your orgasm. Knowing there was a dangerous smirk that was on his lips and a petty attitude in his heart wanting payback for the emotional torment you put him through, whimpers poured from you while you tugged on his wrist again.

“Ah! It’s t-too much, baby! Too much!”

“Put your hand back on the couch!” he barked.

The tone of the order had you clenching around his dick and gripping the couch, writhing in vain to lessen the powerful tingles he was creating. With your eyes squeezed closed and your mouth gaped open, you came with a broken scream, your back arching up like a cat. Immediately, his fingers slowed down, dragging up and down, coated with your stickiness - showing a mercy of sorts that you knew not to trust. He eked out more jerking tremors from you while you gasped for air, still twisting away even though his arm on your back only allowed an inch or two of motion in any direction.

“Nah, where you goin’, beautiful?” His voice smooth and seductive, swirled around your ear, “You got this, don’t you? Just like you got your own ride home.” He began to slowly rock his thickness in and out of you again and your eyes flew open. He spoke over your gurgling moan, in a dark chuckle. “All independent an’ shit…Right?…Ain’t that you?”

Your incoherent attempts at speaking only encouraged him to continue to trail his fingers lightly over your quivering bundle of nerves. Cloaked in your dripping perfection, he relished the way the pleasure his skilled fingers provoked there echoed inside you on his length in flutters, trembles and twitches.

“Mmmmm…Well, where’s she at now, huh? Where’s little Miss Giggles at?” He rocked deeper causing a long moan to pour from your lips like a slow-rolling, thick fog.

Despite yourself you were rocking with him now, giving in to the waves of heat caressing you from head to toe because Rio was tuned in. His flawless instincts had returned to remind you that you belonged to him mind, body and soul - and any threat to that would be destroyed. He knew you needed just a little bit more pressure from his fingers, for his strokes to be just a little faster - he knew it, but he wasn’t going to give it to you. His thrusts remained steady, deep and timed out to keep you floating and him from climaxing too quickly. This was your penance.

“You say somethin’?” He murmured. “I can’t hear you, sweetheart. I asked…Where! Is! She?!” His words were accompanied by three sharp snaps of his hips. His Adam’s Apple dipped in a silent chuckle at the surprised shriek you let out.

With a handful of your hair, his hot rumbling rasp met your ear, “When I call you gonna answer?”

“Yes!”

“You gonna pull this shit again?”

“Nooo!”

“Ever?!”

“N-Noooo!” You promised in a plea, shuddering through another drag of his long fingers up the sides of your swollen bud. “A-aaaah! Please!”

Reaching back for him, you tried to grip his hip, knowing how much he loved it. Abandoning your clit, he grabbed your wrist, slamming your hand back on the couch where it belonged and holding it there.

His raspy growl covered you in electric sparks, “You sorry?”

“Yes!”

He spread his hands wide over your hips. Using his thumbs, he lifted your butt cheeks higher to spread you open more, pressing in until he bottomed out. Stopping all motion, he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry!” You wailed out and his body began to move again.

Rio switched his grip to your shoulders, allowing himself the exquisite sensation of stirring his length as deep as possible inside your plush walls. Letting you grip and massage him from root to tip like only you could, while you mewled out your appreciation of the way he filled you up. With a deep groan, he dropped his head back in awe of how good you felt. Lost in sensation, he would swear you were created for each other. Satin and granite. An unbelievably perfect fit every time.     

Needing more, he gripped your hips to regain his speed, chasing the release that escaped him earlier with new vigor. The slap of his pelvis against your butt cheeks had them bouncing with every stroke and he watched your connection, mesmerized. He watched your arching spine, your jiggling cheeks and himself - disappearing and reappearing. Your slick turned creamy, left erotic streaks visible on his shaft and pooled at his base - a sight he would never tire of.

“Say it!” he hissed.

“Oh!” You wailed, your voice broken up by the jarring of his hips, “OoooohOhfuck! ChristopherbabyIswearI’msorry!I’msorryyyyyy!”

Intoxicated by the way you crooned his name in that husky plea, he sought his own pleasure. Nothing else mattered now. He was reaching for the point of no return, slamming into you with abandon.

“Mmmm, that’s it darlin’!” he rasped out. He knew what his voice did to you. Rutting into you he used it like a weapon, coaching you to your next level.

“I know you wanna come again.”

“Baby, it’s talkin’ to me so good right now.”

“You getting all wet for me again?”

“You ain’t gotta run, yeah?”

“C’mon mama…just let it go.”

Gripping the couch’s edge for dear life to keep both feet on the floor in the face of his unbridled force, you moaned his name between curses and incoherent pleas as the tingles of your coming climax danced down your spine and crept up your thighs to where he was wrecking the sacred place deep inside you. Your body vibrated before you choked out a cry from your orgasm sweeping through you. Words escaped you during the first seconds of almost unbearable pleasure, reducing you to incoherent gasping screams as it took over your limbs. Your core jerked helplessly while your weeping walls gripped him again and again in contractions only intensified by his continuing motion within you. Your cries quickly turned into high-pitched mewling, begging him off between panting breaths. Involuntarily, one foot snapped up off of the floor in an attempt to end the stimulation by closing your legs but Rio was undeterred - selfishly leaning in. Putting his back and legs into each and every one of his last vicious strokes, oblivious to what it was doing to you. Thankfully it only took six more for Rio to buck roughly against your bouncing cheeks with a deep strangled sound - unashamed of his mindless pleasure. A sound he only felt safe enough to make with you.

With his head titled back, he bellowed his climax to the ceiling, “Uuuuugh! God! Damnit!”

His fingers dug into your shoulders with every blast of cum he released. Beneath him you floated in a dreamlike space, powerless to stop your back from arching and dipping while coming down from the height he’d drug you to. Unable to keep your eyes open, you crooned out his name soft and long, fully submitted to whatever was coming next.

Falling forward his breath was hot on your back, cursing in pleasure and murmuring your name while the last of his release trickled out of him inside you. Feeling himself not yet softening, he gently stirred his hips. Greedy for the last bits of orgasmic elation he pressed in deeper, groaning out a primal sound from the shivers that launched through his body. His maddening movements sparked your insides, ruining your attempts at even breathing. Again he stirred his hips and you responded to his low moan with several high huffs of your own as you fluttered and clenched. It was an exquisite carnal dance within that you both loved and had not engaged in for far too long.

Not quite completely returned back to earth, your legs trembled from the strain of staying upright but the next moments of discomfort were worth it. Rio was still planted firmly within you with his arms circled possessively around you. You could feel the brush of his sparse beard on your back as he lifted his head to rest his lips on your spine.

The soft kisses he planted there were a pardon…spoken directly from his heart.

- fin -

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Me every time I see the word “cock”

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Thinking about how aaron works so hard at maintaining his peace bc he knows the damage he can do when he's not