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Wicked Games

Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Breeding kink (technically it will eventually be kink filled, but we'll start here). Smutty times ahead.

Word count: 5.9 k. Uhh... I was ovulating when I wrote some of this, so...

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Chapter 1

The mirrored glass skyscraper loomed in front of her as she sat in her parked car, eyes going back and forth between the contract she’d been mailed and the front doors. Nyx Devereaux took a deep breath before applying a fresh coat of lip gloss.

It was now or never and her bills weren’t gonna pay themselves. She shoved her car door open and stepped out, smoothing her hands over her leather skirt. Her high heels clicked on the concrete as she walked up to the building, taking another deep breath to settle her nerves. It didn’t really help too much. Once inside, the doorman greeted her with a practiced smile.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“I’m here to see Terry Richmond.”

“Sign in here please. What’s your name?”

“Nyx Devereaux."

Nyx scribbled her name in the book while he rang Terry. In no time, she was in an elevator alone with her thoughts, hurtling through the clouds. The loud ding announcing her arrival to the penthouse floor made her jump.

“Calm the fuck down, bitch. Damn…”

The shiny elevators doors opened slowly and Nyx was unprepared for the man waiting for her on the other side. Terry Richmond was 6’3” of all American male. Caramel skinned, short cropped hair and piercing grey-green eyes. Nyx was sure most believed those feline-like eyes were his best feature, but for her, it was those lips.

Full, lush and framed in a neatly trimmed goatee. Those were the lips of a man who could suck the soul from a woman. Her breath hitched as she took him all in. He was huge, biceps straining against the short sleeves of his Henley. This might not be so difficult after all. At least he was sexy.

“Good evening, Nyx. It’s nice to meet you.”

His smile was warm and very sexy. It oddly put her at ease, the nerves in her belly calming down.

“Would you like to come in?”

She nodded and stepped over the threshold.

“Sorry… It’s nice to meet you too. I’m… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“It’s perfectly normal to be a little nervous. Would you like a drink? We can go over the details… talk about what you’re ok with and what’s a hard no.”

“Yes please,” she said with a small smile. As she stepped further inside his apartment, she glanced around. His style was very minimalist and his wall of art stood out to her. He guided her deeper inside and into his kitchen.

“What’s your poison?”

“Do you have tequila?”

Terry chuckled softly as he made his way over to his bar cart.

“You want it straight or a cocktail?”

“Can you make a Paloma?”

“I can make anything you want, darlin’.”

Nye felt the heat in her cheeks move down to the tops of her breasts as he flashed a confident smile over at her. The way he moved around his kitchen let her know that he was a man comfortable in this space. Her eyes drifted to his hands and forearms as he prepared her cocktail. Moments later, he sat it down in front of her. Terry didn’t move away. He stayed close, leaning against his kitchen counter. The woodsy scent of his cologne filled her nose and whatever it was, it smelled sexy…. Like cinnamon, vetiver, and a touch of musk. Those eyes watched her as she took the first sip, humming softly in pleasure.

“What made you say yes to this?”

“Honestly, I need the money for school as cliche as that sounds. Your ad intrigued me. And when you sent a photo I thought “well, at least he’s not a gremlin”.

Terry chuckled, crossing his arms across his chest.

“At least I’m not a gremlin.”

“I just… You’re very handsome. I’m sure you know that already. Makes this whole thing… easier.”

“Look, Nyx, today’s scene can be as intense or as calm as you need it to be. Ok? We can go all in or we can just play.”

“Play?”

“If you’re not comfortable with… me inside you, I can just make you cum. Your intro video can literally just be me making you cum all night. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“But the contract…”

“We can make adjustments.”

Nyx took another sip of her drink, a bigger one this time, focusing on the taste of grapefruit and tequila. She reached into her purse, pulling out the folded contract. His eyes went to the folded paper as she smoothed it out with her small hands.

“Would you like to go over it?”

“I would.”

Terry nodded and walked over to his fridge, grabbing a beer for himself and popping the cap. He stood across from her, waiting for her to speak first.

“Umm… I know you said you’d pay more if we didn’t use condoms in the scene.”

“I would and I have my most recent results for you.”

He reached over and slid a manilla envelope in front of her.

"I also have mine. As well as proof that I have an IUD.”

“Thank you. I’d also want you to be aware that while we are filming together, I’m not sleeping with other women without condoms and I ask that you do the same with your partners.”

“I’m very single,” she said, letting out an embarrassed laugh. “You’re going to be the first man I’ve slept with in over a year.”

“There’s no way a woman as beautiful as you doesn’t have men at her beck and call.”

“Men in this city are trash. No offense. It’s not even worth the free meal to go on a date these days.”

“Damn… sounds bleak.”

“I’m mentally preparing to get a couple cats and become a crazy old cat lady.”

The laugh he let out that time was genuine and she couldn’t help the little smile on her face when she heard it.

“I don’t think you’ll end up a cat lady, Nyx. Not with a face like yours.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” she said with a smile.

“Any time. What do you want to talk about next?”

Nyx flipped to the second page of the contract. This page detailed the list of things he wanted to do with and to her.

“This list is quite extensive. I haven’t done a lot of this.”

“Does anything peak your interest? Or sound like something you wouldn’t like?”

“What’s somnophilia?”

Her dark eyes met his, a telltale blush on her cheeks as she waited for him to answer.

“It means I’d like to fuck you while you’re asleep… or at least be inside you. It requires trust, so we’d save that one for later.”

“You… why?”

“I like the control aspect of it. Watching my partner sleep peacefully… watching her beautiful body as she rests. Something about knowing you feel safe enough to rest in my presence is a turn on. The asleep part usually only lasts until I’m inside you… your body wakes up up when you begin to feel the pleasure. Nothing I love more than waking my partner up with my mouth on her pussy.”

Nyx felt her nipples harden behind the tragically thin lace of her bra and gasped softly. Just looking at those full lips of his, she knew he was an eater. And with a voice like that, Nyx knew he’d talk her all the way through it. She cleared her throat and took another sip of her cocktail.

“The voyeurism… would that just be here or in public?”

“Here in my home. I have a room specifically for filming where there are cameras always setup. The same in the attached bathroom. When you’re in those spaces, you can always assume you’re being watched by me. I probably wouldn’t risk taking you in public,” he said, a naughty smirk on his handsome face. “I’m quite loud and it’s… messy.”

“Messy?”

“I cum… a lot. One of the reasons I prefer bareback sex on camera. Trying to snap a condom off in the midst of passion isn’t it.”

“Have you had a lot of partners? I mean, on camera partners?”

“No. You would be the second.. If you agreed.”

“The dominance and submission clause… what does that include? Is it only on camera?”

“Only on camera. We would have to have a deeper discussion later if the both of us wanted that kind of relationship off camera as well. And it probably doesn’t include what you think it does. Yes, I would want to dominate you in order to bring you pleasure. I’d want to build that trust over time and convince you that submitting to me isn’t a weakness. It’s a strength to just relax and let yourself be cared for in all ways.”

Nyx nibbled her full bottom lip, wincing when she tasted the sharp metallic taste of her own blood. Terry’s moss colored eyes were focused on her face, an earnestness in them that she wasn’t expecting.

“What if we don’t work well together on camera?”

“Nyx… you’re a beautiful woman. I’m most definitely attracted to you and I’m hoping the feeling is mutual. As long as you’re willing to have a little fun, I’m sure you and I will thoroughly enjoy one another. How about we use tonight as a trial? You don’t have to be locked in to a contract before sampling the goods. If you hate it, I won’t release the footage and you still leave five grand richer.”

Terry’s hand reached out to cradle her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against her swollen bottom lip. His scent surrounded her as he stepped closer. Nyx could feel her heartbeat strumming in her chest as his eyes searched hers for a moment, before making the choice to lean in and kiss her. Those lips were as soft as they looked and she moaned softly when his tongue gently traced her bottom lip, soothing the sting where she’d bitten herself. His massive hands slid around her waist, pulling her in closer to him as he deepened the kiss. He kept the kiss gentle, holding her curvy little body against his and letting her feel what she did to him. And there was no way Nyx could miss that throbbing beast against her flat belly. She reached up, slipping her arms around his neck, tilting her head as Terry deepened the kiss. He smoothed his hands down to her hips before gripping her ass. He kneaded her flesh before lifting her onto the counter, stepping between her spread thighs.

“Let’s do it…”

Terry grinned down at her before letting his eyes drift down to the flash of pink he could see between her legs. Neon pink lace. Mmmm… He couldn’t wait to get that off of her beautiful body.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Her shriek as he threw her over his shoulder was loud in the otherwise quiet apartment. His ass was right in her face as he carried her into a bedroom and she couldn’t resist reaching out and smacking the firm cheek. Damn, he had an ass on him. He slapped her ass in retaliation before gently lowering her onto a soft bed.

“This is where the on-camera magic happens,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Is it recording already?”

“It is now.”

The way he stood over her turned her on and she pressed her thighs together.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I just wanna play with you, baby. Make you come so hard you’re still thinking about it next week.”

Her breath hitched in her chest when she heard his words. And judging by the look on his handsome face, Terry knew he could deliver.

“Can I undress you, mama?”

“Please.”

“Stand up for me.”

Nyx pushed herself to her feet, a little nervous now that she was about to be naked in front of him. Terry’s massive hands were infinitely gentle as he began to unbutton her silk shirt, licking his lips as he pushed it open and saw the hot pink lace bra that matched her panties.

“Damn..”

He smoothed one hand down her chest, feeling the pounding of her heart beneath his palm.

“You nervous, baby?”

Nyx bit at her bottom lip again before nodding.

“Don’t be. I’m gonna make this so good for you.”

He hefted her large breasts in his hands, a grin on his face as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth across her lace covered nipples.

“Fuck… these are so perfect.”

Terry dipped his head, covering her lips with his as he pulled her in close. With one hand, he deftly unhooked her bra and tugged the offending fabric away. Those hard little nipples brushed against the soft cotton of his shirt and he groaned softly against her full lips. He reached behind him with one hand, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. Nyx barely had time to admire his heavily muscled upper body before he was pulling her back against him, her bullet hard nipples brushing against the soft hair on his chest. He spun them around and sat heavily on the bed, his eyes drifting over what he’d uncovered so far. Her nipples were pierced and the sight turned him on even more.

“Damn.”

The way he licked those full lips was starting to drive her crazy. Hands on her hips, he pulled her in closer to him, spreading his legs to make room for her. Nyx placed her hands on his broad shoulders as he trailed kisses across her flat belly before making his way to one of her hard nipples. He looked her dead in the eye as he wrapped his lips around the hard little nub and moaned loudly. His free hand slid up her thigh, reaching under her skirt to grip her ass. Her breasts had always been incredibly sensitive and Terry’s mouth was driving her crazy. She could already feel her pussy soaking the gusset of her lace panties. Terry tugged at her nipple with his teeth, flicking the piercing before letting go with a little pop.

“Is she wet for me, baby?”

Nyx let out a little gasp when he brushed his fingertips across the crotch of her panties.

“Oooooh…. She is dripping. Can I taste it? Been thinking about how you taste since you walked in.”

“As long as I get to taste you.”

Terry’s eyes lit up.

“I’m your playground.”

“I sure hope so,” she murmured softly, rubbing her hands across his broad shoulders. He let her push him back on the bed, a sly smile on his face as she crawled on top of him. His hands settled on her hips like they belonged there and he pressed up against her, letting her feel how much she turned him on. And fuck did she feel it. Her hips ground against him of their own volition as she leaned down over him and flicked her tongue against his throat. His skin tasted clean and his woodsy smell invaded her nostrils as she began to explore him. If it was one thing Nyx loved, it was veins on a man. And Terry was vascular as hell. His forearms. His throat. And she just knew that dick was going to be big and veiny just the way she liked. There was just something about this man that made her want to do whatever it took to please him. And she just knew he’d return the favor. Ten times over.

“You’re so big, Terry…”

Hooded eyes met hers as she smoothed her hands down his abs.

“You have no idea..”

Terry tangled his hands in her hair, groaning softly when she teasingly bit his nipple. A dark lock of hair trailed down his chest as she playfully nipped and bit her way across his ripped abs. Just when she reached the zipper on his jeans, he reared up, grabbing her wrists and reversing their positions on the bed.

“Rule #1… you come first. Always.”

He chuckled when he saw her raised eyebrows, her mouth in a little ‘oh’.

“You’ll learn.”

“You gonna teach me?”

“You’ll find that I am an excellent teacher…”

The way he looked at her in that moment… even if she didn’t want to keep doing this for the money, Nyx already knew she’d be in trouble the minute she let him inside her. Terry tapped her outer thigh and she lifted her hips, a blush covering her body when he tugged her skirt and panties off. Heat tingled on her skin the longer he stared at her naked body. And he was staring. Hard. Those eyes of his took in every inch of skin, from the top of her head, to her heavy breasts and those perfect little nipples, to the diamond stud in her belly… down to the sweet pussy he couldn’t wait to claim. And by the looks of it, she couldn’t wait for him either. Her wetness glistened in the low light and he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. When his tongue flicked out across his lips, she moaned involuntarily.

“Can I taste you? Been dying to know if you’re as sweet as you smell.”

“Please, Terry…”

Nyx spread her legs, grinning when he groaned softly. Terry settled between her thighs like a sniper on a mission, taking a deep breath of the sweet peach he was about to devour. Little kisses on her inner thighs just served to turn her on even more. The little gasp she let out when he pressed a kiss to her pussy made his dick jump in response. Fuck… His tongue split her thick lips and she moaned his name when he sucked her throbbing little clit in his mouth, flicking his tongue around in a circle.

“Mmm… sweet like honey. Damn, girl.”

Nyx reached down with a shaky hand, gripping his broad shoulder as he began to devour her in earnest. The wet growling sounds he made as he ate her out like his favorite delicacy. Nyx couldn’t control the way her hips rocked against his face nor could she stop the guttural sounds that poured from her. She’d never had someone take her up so fast and she felt like she was on the precipice of something huge already. The tip of his finger gently circled her entrance and her hips rocketed up of their own volition. Terry slung an arm across her hips, holding her in place so she couldn’t get away from him. The thick finger circling her entrance slowly began to plunge inside and Terry groaned against her slick flesh when he felt how tight she was. She hadn't been lying about it having been a while for her. When he pressed up, the sounds she started to make were music to his ears. He gently added his ring finger and began a fluttering motion against her g-spot.

“F-fu-fuuuuck. Terry please.”

Her free hand came down, cradling the back of his head. This man was eating her pussy like he was starving and her pussy held the cure to world hunger. She rocked her hips against his face, searching for the orgasm that loomed up in front of her. Terry glanced up at her and the sight of her slightly sweat slick skin and the tits he couldn’t get enough of made him groan, pressing his hips against the bed to give himself the tiniest bit of relief. He was leaking like a faucet and couldn’t wait to get inside of her. When she began to pull away from him, he doubled his efforts. When he swirled his tongue around her clit again, she screamed his name, pussy just gushing against his face. The arm braced across her hips kept her in place, not letting her run from the intense pleasure that bordered on pain. He kept going until she settled, moaning weakly. Her splayed legs fell open, all her muscles gone slack with the intense pleasure. Terry wiped his beard with one hand, grinning as he licked at his palm to get more of her sweetness. He dragged his big body over her twitching one, dropping little kisses here and there. Her hands came up to his shoulders when he suckled her nipple into his mouth. She shivered when she felt the cold of his gold chain dragging against her overheated skin.

“You ok, baby?”

“Mmhmm… as soon as I can move my legs, it’s my turn.”

Terry chuckled softly, before popping his lips off her nipple.

“You have the most prefect tits I have ever seen. I just wanna bury my face in them.”

Nyx giggled, her hands coming up to cradle the back of his head. Her laugh turned into a moan when he switched breasts and suckled her other nipple into her mouth.

“Feel free to.”

There was a sharp sting on the side of her breast where he’d nipped her and she knew there’d be a mark there later. Knew it and secretly loved it. When his hips pressed against her again, she reached down between them, desperate to get her hands and mouth on him.

“I wanna see you, baby.”

Terry pushed himself up off of her and came to stand beside the bed, his hands undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. Nyx licked her lips as she she sat up, her hands immediately going to the waistband of his briefs. She wanted to see if he was as big as she felt. He looked damn near ready to bust through the thin fabric. As she tugged them down, revealing his happy trail, her eyes widened as the wide base of his dick came into view.

“Oh…”

Her eyes flicked up to his face and he was watching her with a look she couldn’t quite describe. Passion. Desire. Most above all else, hunger. When she finally got him naked, she was confronted with one of the prettiest dicks she’d ever seen. Thick, caramel colored and heavy. With a curve. Fuck. That curve was probably going to be the death of her. He was longer and thicker than she’d thought and the head of his erection was engorged and leaking already for her. His balls were fat and heavy and suddenly, she couldn’t wait to feel him fill her up. Tonight would be the first time she’d ever let a man come inside of her and it felt like she’d picked well for her first. Terry reached down with one hand, stroking just under the head, squeezing out another droplet she couldn’t wait to taste.

“You ready for your taste, baby?”

Nyx smiled up at him before teasingly opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. Terry groaned softly, tracing her full lips with the head of his dick, painting those lips with his precum. The way she moaned and licked her lips clean of him made his dick jerk in response. The jolt of pleasure that shot through him when she sucked the head of his dick in her mouth almost brought him to his knees. That wicked tongue swirled around the fat tip, lapping up his seed before taking him deeper, stuffing her mouth full of him. Terry gently cradled the back of her head, his eyes low as he watched her suck him off. Nyx kept her eyes on his as she swallowed around this thick head, saliva coating him as she pulled back with a soft gasp. Damn… she wrapped both hands around him, licking her lips before diving back in. Her tongue traced the large vein that travelled down the underside of his length before teasingly flicking her tongue against his glans.

“That's it baby…. Suck that dick. Fuuuuuck.”

Nyx moaned around him as she rocked back and forth, taking him a little deeper every time. She didn't think she’d be able to get all of him down her throat, but she was damn sure going to try. The sounds he began to make as she bobbed her head on him made the wetness pool between her thighs. He was leaking like a faucet and she eagerly slurped up his slightly salty essence. His thighs tensed under her soft hands and she moaned around him. The hand cradling the back of her head tightened and he groaned before pulling away.

“Damn, girl. That mouth is dangerous.”

Nyx licked her lips before smiling up at him. He reached down, pulling her to her feet and urging her back towards the bed. Terry nudged her legs apart, dropping little kisses as he crawled over her. He couldn’t resist the lure of those big tits and he teasingly flicked his tongue across her hard little nub.

“Terry, I need you,” she whispered, smoothing her hands across his broad shoulders.

“How bad do you want it?”

“You want me to beg, baby?”

Jade eyes searched her face, a little smile on his face as he licked his lips.

“And if I do?”

“I’ll beg for that dick if you want me to, Daddy. You want me on my knees?”

She leaned up, trailing wet kisses along the cord of muscle on the side of his neck. Nyx made her way up to his ear, nibbling on the fleshy lobe.

“You’ll get there before the night is over.”

He rocked his hips against her wet cleft, glancing down between them and grunting when he saw the way her sweet liquid coated his wide shaft. Terry reached down, pressing the head against her tight entrance and starting to push in slowly. They both watched as he retreated a little, his dick shiny where it had been inside of her, before pushing in deeper. Pleasure tinged with hint of pain shot through her body as he began to forge his way inside of her. Between it having been a while for her and Terry being as blessed as he was by the dick fairy, Nyx was close to her limit already. And as if he could sense it, he reached between them, rubbing his thumb in small circles over her clit. A fresh surge of liquid gushed from her, easing his way.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. You gonna take it all?”

Nyx nodded as she looked up at him, panting softly.

“Use your words, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want it all,” she said with a little gasp.

Terry grinned down at her before glancing between them. Just a few more inches to go. He reached down, spreading her thighs wide by hooking them over his forearms. So fucking wet… He growled softly when she clenched around him, her hand shooting out to brace itself on his lower belly.

“C’mon, baby doll. You can take me." “You’re so deep,” she said, a soft quiver in her voice.

“Move that hand, Nyx,” he rumbled.

Her eyes met his and she dropped her hand, trying to relax her body so she could take all of him. But fuck… the nigga was big. He was so thick, her clit dragged along the top of his dick when he thrust into her at this angle. Her gasp in the room was loud when the head of his dick bumped something deep inside her.

“Oooh… that’s it.”

Terry reached over and grabbed a pillow, tucking it under her hips, tilting her pussy up to better receive him. Nyx braced herself against the bed, rocking her hips against Terry’s deep thrusts. He was jabbing against her g-spot now with every deep thrust and the way the pressure was building already was driving her crazy. In this moment, nothing else mattered except the orgasm that loomed just out of reach. Terry made his way back down to her breasts, suckling the heavy flesh into his wicked mouth. Her hands clawed at his back as he really began to go to town on her. His name tumbled from her lips like a prayer. The heavy weight of him on top of her made Nyx feel ultra feminine, the domination complete when he reached up and wrapped his hand around her throat. The pressure at the sides of her throat increased and she smiled up at him as she begin to get lightheaded. The pressure built and built. The wet squelching sounds of her pussy filled the room and in any other situation the sounds would have embarrassed her. But not here. Not the way this man was looking at her. He looked like he fucking LOVED the sounds he was forcing from her. And the filthy things he was saying in her ear? Gaaaaawd.

“Ooooh shit, baby. I’m coming.. oh fuck!!”

“That's it, mama. Come on this dick.”

Terry maintained his pace, grunting when he felt her pussy clenching around him uncontrollably. He slid his arms under hers, hands coming up to grip her shoulders to hold her in place. Her eyes were a glazed over, only focused on his gold chain swinging back and forth as he took her. Her hard little nipples rubbed against the soft hair on his chest when she arched her back, those perfect tits of hers wobbling on her chest. His eyes darted between her beautiful face and those tits as he rocked deep. Nyx cried out his name as the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt jolted through her body, starting at her toes and traveling up her body like a bolt of lightening. Terry groaned loudly when he felt a gush of liquid against his lower belly and her tight little pussy pushed him out.

Without giving her a moment to recover, he pushed her legs up and latched his lips around her hard little clit. Nyx shrieked, trying desperately to twist away from him. She flipped on her side and tried to crawl away from the intensity of how he was making her feel but Terry had a hold on her. He didn’t let her run and growled against her slick flesh as she gushed again. Terry opened his mouth wide, licking her from her entrance to her clit. He smacked the side of her ass before flipping her onto her belly and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Dick drunk and dazed, she looked at him over his shoulder as he lined himself up. Even knowing she’d already taken him, he still looked intimidating as fuck.

“That's my lil’ baby… You ready for some more?"

His big hands gripped her hips and he let her feel the pressure of his hefty cock against her pussy.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Words baby.”

"Give me more.”

Nyx wailed as he pulled her back against him, giving her every single inch in a slow deep thrust. He stayed deep, letting her feel all of him as he teasingly rocked his hips from side to side.

“Your pussy looks so goddamn pretty taking me. Fuck.”

Smack!

SMACK!

The loud clapping of her ass against his thighs filled the room and Nyx arched her back, reaching out with one hand to grip the sheets. Terry leaned over her, dragging his tongue along her spine as he fucked the shit out of her. He was rougher now, knowing that she could take it. With every thrust, his heavy balls smacked her clit. Terry licked his thumb before gently pressing it against her tiny rosette, gaining when she moaned his name. He rubbed in small circles, loving how tight she was around the tip his his finger. His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her back against him. Terry was giving her all of him with every pass and he loved the way her tight little pussy felt around his fat dick.

“Can I cum inside you, baby?”

“Yes!! Please. I want feel it…”

Terry leaned over her body, bracing himself with one hand while his other gripped her swinging breast. He could feel his balls tightening and couldn’t wait to fill her up.

“Fuck this shit is so good… your pussy is so fucking good, baby.”

Her pussy clenched around him and he groaned loudly.

“Say it, baby… Say you want me to fill that tight little pussy up.”

“I want it, Terry.. Come for me.”

Nyx looked at him over her shoulder and the look on his beautiful face was one she would remember for the rest of her life.

“No one has ever come inside me, baby… I want it to be you. I want you to come inside your pussy.”

“Oohhh… fuck. Is it mine?”

“Yes, baby… Yeeeeeeeeeeeees….”

Her head fell forward as his thrusts got harder.

“Fuck, I’m about to bust.”

“I wanna feel it.” Her words were slightly slurred and Terry loved that he’d driven her to this point. This beautiful women reduced down to a dick drunk slut, begging for him to ruin her perfect little pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm slammed through her like a fucking freight train and she fought to stay in the moment. His loud roar filled the room as her orgasm snatched his own up out of him. His hips stuttered against her ass and he yanked her tight against him, moaning in her ear as his dick jumped, pumping deep. The heat spread deep in her belly, branding her like nothing she’d ever felt. It felt like…a firehose in her pussy, seeping deep in every crevice. Her throbbing pussy strangled his dick, milking him of every drop. Terry groaned as he he rocked his hips against her ass, feeling the pulses travel from the base of his dick to the engorged head.

“Damn, baby…"

Gentle kisses to the back of her neck brought Nyx back into her body. She smiled as Terry tenderly nuzzled the side of her throat before dropping a sweet kiss to her temple. Even going soft, he was still deep inside her and she found that she liked him there. Terry leaned back, one hand on her hip and the other lifting her ass cheek. As he slowly pulled out, his eyes were locked on her pussy. His wet dick slapped his thigh and there was a wicked smile on his face as he watched his seed begin to leak out.

“Your pussy looks so pretty when it’s full of me.”

Nyx blushed, grateful he couldn’t see her face at the moment.

“I’ll be right back, baby.”

She felt his weight shift off of the bed and crawled out of the wet spot. She gingerly lowered herself onto her belly, burying her face in her arms. Her body was still humming from all the intense pleasure he’d given her.

“C’mere.”

Terry gently helped her turn onto her back and began to wipe her down with a warm damp cloth. He shushed her protests as he spread her legs, carefully wiping her reddened pussy down.

“Girl, I just had my mouth all over this pussy. Don’t get shy with me now.”

“It’s…”

“It’s what? I made a mess of you. I’ll clean you up.”

“No one’s ever done that before.”

“Looks like we’re having lots of firsts together,” he murmured softly, his green eyes meeting hers.

That blush of hers was incredibly sexy to him and despite the things he’d just done to her, he loved that she still blushed. After cleaning her up, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style. On his way out of the room, he flipped the lights off. Nyx wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her down a darkened hall, wondering where he was taking her.

"You wanna stay the night?”

“You let all the girls stay?”

He shook his head as he nudged the door open with his foot.

“Just you.”

Nyx glanced around his bedroom, tugging her bottom lip into her mouth.

“I’ll stay.”

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Touched | Terrance X Wynnie (Black Fem OC)

Hidden Part III.

Pairing: Terrance (Foe) x Winona ‘Wynnie/Wyn’ (Black Fem OC)

Summary: During a night of rough winds from the duststorm, which triggered a panic attack, Wynnie is brought to Terrance’s room, where they spend more of an intimate time.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS DNI!), a bit lengthy, oral (m receiving, f receiving), protection sex, masturbating (f), fingering, squirting, titty sucking/playing, slight choking, slight domTerrance! and subTerrance!, slight degradation, slapping, worshipping, fluff, aftercare, emotional feelings, slight PTSD (fem), fear, cursing

Dividers Made By: @uzmacchiato

Parts: I • II • IV • V • VI • VII • VIII • Epilogue

A/N I: A continuation the most erotic piece of work I have ever written and happy with the way it came out.

THIS IS MY WORK, SO PLEASE DO NOT STEAL IT.

The sound of the shower running is heard from the bathroom of Wynnie’s room, where the latter is currently in, washing her body calmly in a honey oatmeal body wash.

An hour and more has gone by since she engaged in sex with the vibrators with Terrance, who she watched on her little device he left in the box.

The sounds of her and his moans plays over and over in her head as she massage over certain spots, applying some relief and moaning quietly.

She swipes over her heat, feeling it ache from the tenderness, which made her jump a bit.

She does it again, this time, circling her clit in a slow but steady motion, feeling her muscles tighten a bit as the hot sensation from the water hitting her body adds to it.

“Fuck…” she mumbled, quickening her pace.

She throws her head back against the shower wall, her breathing shuddering at how quickly the tingling sensation is growing, fondling her breast to making it feel even more good.

Then, she cries out an animalistic groan as her release washes over her, essence spraying out all over the wall as it gets steamer, riding it out.

After a few minutes of calming down, she grabs her towel from the rack, shutting off the water before wrapping herself, stepping out of the shower.

Entering her room, she started her skincare routine before beginning her body care.

Pouring some lavender vanilla body oil into her hands, she gently massage it into her skin until it semi-dry, put on her lace black panties. She finishes her skincare afterwards.

Putting on her three-piece satin pajama set that consists of a bra, shorts, and a button overshirt, she wraps her hair in a sunflower pattern scarf before removing the sheets off her bed, folding it carefully to carry down.

After putting the new ones on, she grabs the dirty ones + her clothes and heads downstairs to the laundry room, noticing Terrance is absent from his room when passing by.

She walks to the laundry room, just about to enter until she stops at the entrance, slight embarrassment coming over her.

In the laundry room stood Terrance, who was carefully putting his dirty sheets into the washing machine, dressed in nothing more than a black tank top and black sweat shorts.

He stops before turning around, seeing her standing there with hers, slight embarrassment coming over him.

“Oh…didn’t know you were still up.” he said, scratching his head.

“It’s hard to, uh, sleep with the wind blowing. So I..took a shower to relax a bit.” she said, leaning against the door.

He nods, crossing his arms and leaning against the dryer while trying to not look at her hands.

“What happened with your sheets?” she asked, seeing him jump up.

“Um….” as he looked at them, thinking very hard.

“Maybe don’t shave your face outside the bathroom, or else, you might accidentally spill too much shaving cream on the covers. And it seeps through quickly.” he said, laughing awkwardly.

“Mm. That must’ve sucked.” she nodded, walking past him.

“Hehe, it did.” he replied awkwardly.

As she carefully puts her sheets into the machine, she can feel his alluring gaze burning through her skin, watching her scatter a bit.

Looking out the corner of her eye, she sees him eyeing her ass poking out of her shorts before moving to her breasts, licking his lips.

“What about you?” he asked, breaking her distraction.

“Huh?” she asked instantly, blinking a bit.

“How come you’re washing your sheets?”

“Oh.” as she looks down at them.

“Maybe don’t leave an open bottle of body oil on your bed and forget about it when you go to sit down on it.” she replied, smiling a bit.

“Hm.” he said, looking her amusingly.

“You sure it’s not from…playing with something?” he added, making her eyes slightly widen.

She stands at him for a few minutes before squinting her eyes at him, folding her arms.

“You know, I can ask you the same thing about that shaving cream. Or was it something else creamy?” she said, watching his neck slightly move back.

He nodded, watching her push it down before turning to him, eyeing him lovingly.

Silence fills between them as they both look each other up and down slowly, wondering if any of them gonna make the first move before the other one does.

Suddenly, Terrance steps closer to Wynnie, closing in the distance between them, looking down at her slightly flushed face, breathing quietly.

He brushes his hand across her cheek, leaning in a bit, stopping about a centimeter away from her lips.

Until he gently moves her hand off the machine, grabbing the lid and pushing it down to shut it, hearing it lock.

“I’ll turn it on in the morning so I don’t forget to take it out while we’re sleeping.” he said, breaking the tension.

“…..Together?” she asked, immediately close her eyes in embarrassment.

Thinking why would she say that as a response, he holds back laughter, his lips slightly perking up to prevent it.

“As in because we have a lot of sheets to fold…together. Not what you’re thinking.” she said, trying to play it off.

“You look nice in your scarf. Fits your frame.” as he looks at it, taking it in the details.

“And you look nice with your arms out. Slightly fitting in yours.” she replied, smiling a bit.

He nods, watching her turn and walking away slowly, her ass moving a bit.

She stops at the entrance, turning to look at him enchantingly, leaning against the door frame.

“But from here…you look even more fine.” she said, licking her lips.

He turns away, trying to hide his growing member from being visible to her, putting his hands over it.

“Good night, Terrance.” she said, backing up slowly.

“Night, Winona.” he replied, looking at her.

She turns around to head back to her room, feeling him watching her head upstairs.

“My word.” he whispered, rubbing over his aching member, moaning lowly.

Whatever she was trying to do… it worked on him. And now, he has a friend to take care of before he can get some sleep.

The aggressive winds from the passing dust storm continuously hit the windows in Wynnie’s room, making it hard for her to sleep. And a little worried that something was gonna come through and break the window, letting the dust in.

But that wasn’t the only problem.

While the windows were closed tight enough to make sure no dust gets in, the air still felt a little dry, affecting her throat.

Feeling it overtake her body, she gets up and exhales loudly, which makes her cough into her scarf, which fell off as she was sleeping.

Getting up and walking out, she carefully walks downstairs, heading to the kitchen.

Turning on the light, she walks the cabinet and takes out a small glass, carefully closing it. She heads to the fridge with it, opening it, and grabbing the water jug, pouring some into it.

She takes a few sips, enjoying the coldness soothe her dry mouth and throat, becoming even more hydrated.

After finishing the rest, she washes the glass before turning off the light and heading up the stairs.

As she was heading up, the sounds from the wind starts to pick up, sounding haunting and scathing like, which began to scare her.

As she got to the top, she can see through the big window how dark and smoke clouds like it was out there, as if they were going through a tornado without warning.

Her breathing begins to speed up, making her pause and do her usual exercise to calm herself, saying it quietly so she doesn’t wake Terrance.

“You’re free. You’re free. You’re free.” she utters, taking a few steps to her door.

Suddenly, something hits the window, making a startling BANG! sound, triggering her.

She falls to the ground, lets out a few screams as she hides her head, fearing what was going to happen next.

“Please! I- I didn’t do anything!” she yelled as tears and fear consume her.

Alfonso’s evil laughter plays in her head as a shadowy figure in the corner comes out with glowing red eyes, slowly approaching her.

His hand stretched out in a gruesome way, about to grab her as she wails at it, terrified.

“Go away…” she tearfully begged, the laughter growing loud.

Then, a door swings open, with a light turning on.

“What the….” she hears a groggy, familiar, male voice say.

She feels herself being picked up and taken into the room, hearing the door closed. She’s placed in a sit up position on the bed, facing the front but not looking up.

Her out of sync breathing is slightly strangling her, being afraid of calming down or she’ll make him even more angry as the blurry figure kneels in front of her, holding her hands to calm her.

“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.” he says, mimicking the inhale-exhale motion, watching her slowly follow.

“Look and follow me, Wyn.” he said quietly, squeezing her hands.

She looks up while sniffling, seeing that the figure comforting her was Terrance, who had concern all over his face. But patience, believing that she can do it.

He does the motion again, with her following at each exhale, her body relaxing in his hold, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Atta girl.” he whispered, watching her breathing go back to normal.

At the final one, she exhaled loudly, feeling herself calm and steady again, looking around to see where she was at, eyes slightly burning.

“You okay?” he asked, rubbing her leg.

“…I-I think.” she said, looking at him.

A soft, worrying look was on his face, very concerned about her attack that occurred on her.

“What happened out there?”

She looks away in embarrassment, gently removing her hands from his.

“Was coming back up from getting a drink of water. Guess something hit the window and made a noise I didn’t like and….it triggered something in me.” she replied in a low voice, feeling ashamed.

“Sorry for going back to my old way. It just straight up happened and…” as tears began to form.

“It’s okay.” he said, getting up and sitting next to her as he comforts her by wrapping his arms around her waist, rocking her a bit.

“Things happen beyond our control. Don’t feel bad about it.” as he rubs her arm a bit, feeling her relax.

She sniffles quietly, feel his face laying on her head as she looks at mirror, noticing he’s shirtless, his lower abdomen flexing a bit.

“You….you sleep shirtless?” she asked, hearing him laugh a bit.

“Normally, no. But it gets a little bit hot during this, so….” as he lets her go, moving back to give her a better view.

She carefully traces over his chest and abs, feeling the ridges beneath her fingertips as she looks at him, his eyes very soft and a more dark color.

“…Has..has anyone touched you in a while?” he asked hesitantly, watching her stop breathing for a bit.

She slowly shook her head, looking away in embarrassment as she takes her hand away.

“What you did tonight before we got interrupted was um….the first time I felt something like that.” she said shyly.

He puts his hand under her chin, tilting her face towards him as he move closer to her, not taking his eyes off.

“Would you like to feel that again?” as he leans a bit closer to her face.

“With no interruptions?” he said lowly, inches away from her lips.

She looks at him for a few minutes, feeling the heat inside her rising up as he brings her right hand to his mouth, rubbing it a bit.

He kisses her wrist a few times, the texture of the tattoo covered scar rubbing against his lips, hearing her wince a bit.

“I’ll do it, you know.” as he kisses up her arm.

“But only if you say so.” he stops as he’s close to her face.

“I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

Wynnie smiles a bit, feeling safe under him and how he’s willing to be cautious as possible with her.

“…yes. I would like to feel that again, Terrance.” she said softly, trailing her hands up his chest before wrapping them around his neck, embracing him.

He smiles before leaning in and begins to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

They make out for a few minutes, with him turning them to the side of the bed, with her at the edge and him now kneeling between her legs.

Quickly, he rips open her shirt, hearing her gasp as he removes it, trailing kisses down her neck before stopping at her chest. He unhooks her bra, watching her breasts fall out, looking at them with hunger in his eyes.

After tossing that across the room, he leans in and takes one into his mouth, wrapping his hand around the other one and playing with it.

She moans quietly, enjoying the way he sucked and gently bit her nipple, slightly rubbing his face between them, inhaling her scent.

“My god. You smell sweet.” he whispered, kissing and sucking the other breast before slowly, kissing down her chest.

He kisses down to the three stars scar on her ribs, tracing and sucking on each one with his lips and tongue, hearing her let out a few harsh moans and rubbing her hand over his head.

Stopping at her shorts, he pulls them and her underwear down swiftly, tossing them as well.

Leaning in, he kisses her bouquet of flowers tattoo covered scar on her waist, tracing it with his tongue before moving down to her pussy, stopping at it.

He slowly looks up at her as he placing one of her legs over his shoulder, hooking his arm under the other one, feeling her tense up.

“I’m gonna taste your pretty self for a bit.” as he rubs her leg, watching her bite her lip.

“Might feel a little different for you. But, I want to hear you, Wyn. Don’t hide your rousing sounds from me.” he said, a longing expression on his face.

“I understand.” she replied quietly, lying back and spreading her right leg a little more.

He looks down, seeing her essence slicking up her lips, groaning at its sweet scent hitting his nose, licking his lips.

“I’m all yours, baby.” she admitted weakly, feeling herself becoming a bit needy of his lips touching her down there.

Seeing her break down underneath him set something off as he leans down and begins eating her out, hearing her gasp harshly, with soft moaning following after.

“Shit…” she mumbled, enjoying his tongue licking in and out of her entrance repeatedly as his lips suck on hers softly.

He continuously licked and tugged at a few sweet spots inside her, feeling her walls clenching down a bit, making him moan.

“Right there.” as she pushes his head further in after he licked at a deep one, grinding her hips into his face a bit.

“Fuck. Eat that pussy, Terrance.” she whispered, rubbing her hands over his head, feeling pressure building inside her stomach.

Her moans mix in with the sounds of her essence splashing and being slurped up by his hot mouth and swift tongue licking it all up as if he was dying I thirst.

He wasn’t gonna let her go once again due to fear and interruption. And he sure as hell doesn’t have plans for it ever again.

He sneakily slides a finger in her, feeling her walls immediately wrapped around it, desperate for his member to be in her, catching her off guard.

He removes himself from her, making a POP! sound as he begins plunging his finger in and out, hearing her cries of pleasure hitting her.

“Ohh, you like that, don’t you?” he asked in a lustful tone, her essence shining on his face.

“Mmhm!” she replied tearfully, her hands squeezing the sheets.

He laughs delightfully, enjoying her chasing her high as he adds another one in, watching her arch her back, but holds her down.

“Easy there..” he said quietly, kissing her lips before licking her clit lazily, still pumping his fingers at a snappily pace.

Her delicate moans come out her mouth, enjoying the way his fingers curled and uncurled inside her each time he went in and went out, scratching at his arms.

“The way my two fingers are stretching you and poking you right now?” as he looks up, pleasure all over his face as he sped up his pace, watching her face become even more flustered.

“That’s what you’re gonna get from me when I stick my dick inside.” he breathed out, feeling her walls tightening around his tips.

“Oh my god.” she panted out, trying to push him away.

“I think I’m gonna cum!” she said, feeling it grow even more.

“Good.” as he slurps her entrance and lips again, his fingers quickening in and out, making sure he doesn’t lose the rhythm he made.

Her moans grow louder as she collapses to into the bed, her eyes closed tightly, but he’s not letting up.

“I want you to cum all over my face.” as he uses his other hand to rub her clit in small circles, hearing her hearing her breath shudder.

“And I want you to watch.” he said, slapping her thigh, which makes her sit back up and look at him, fighting against his control, but losing.

He chuckles again, kissing her thigh before placing his mouth back over her entrance, matching the speed of his fingers, hearing her whimper.

“Terrance, my god!” she cries out, her legs slightly locking as she feels a little pop inside her.

Suddenly, her essence begins to spray out, hitting some of his face and mouth, wetting up the sheets underneath as her release washes over her, causing her to let out tense moans as he watched, slowly licking some of it up whilst still rubbing her clit in slow circles.

Relief slowly comes in as her body relaxes, her catching her breath as he licks up every drop, slowly moving towards her mouth and placing a long, sloppy kiss on her lips.

She responds, her tongue tugging with his as she tastes herself, moaning at her sweetness before he breaks the kiss, staring at her erotically.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a curl out of her face.

“…I am.” as she nods, a satisfied smile on her face.

“I feel…different.” she added, lazily tracing over shoulders.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to see.” he replied, kissing her again before standing up.

He carefully removes his black sweatpants, tossing them across the room as Wynnie sat up, watching him head towards his underwear.

“Wait.” she said, making him stop.

“Something wrong?” he said, back to his usual concerned self.

She found that cute, seeing his mood change back to making sure she’s okay with this.

She repositioned herself on the bed, now in a kneeling position as the coolness from the fan and the low set cooler he has near his bed blows on them.

She keeps her affectionate eyes on him as she leaned in a bit, placing her hands on his abs, trailing them down.

“May I? Since I got a little touch of it earlier.” as she wraps her hands around the waistband, looking with begging eyes.

He looks at her eagerly, nodding his head. She smiles, placing soft kisses over his abs, hearing him groan softly as she removes his underwear carefully seeing his pulsating member jump out.

Her mouth waters at its 8 inch, two toned look: pink tip with a tanned, girthy shaft, and veins appearing around it. It was moving on its own, with precum leaking from the tip.

It fits him perfectly, looking better in person.

She carefully wraps her hand around it and begins to stroke him in an upward-and-downward twisting motion, spreading the precum around and hearing him grunt a bit.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, swiping her thumb over the tip.

“Mmhm.” he said deeply, slightly pushing his hips forward at each motion.

“Feels wonderful, my love.” he added, throwing his head back a bit.

She smiles, feeling good about him enjoying this before she stops, positioning his member towards her mouth.

Sticking out her tongue, she engulfed his member into her mouth, taking aback by his size, but pushing through it, taking all of him.

She slightly chokes, before pulling back, coughing a bit and tears swell as she strokes him a bit, laughing quietly.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed, trying to take all of me at once.” he said, holding her hair up in his hand.

“Practice makes perfect, right?” she asked before tracing his shaft with her tongue.

He watches her spit out a long trail of saliva before rubbing it in, taking him back into her mouth and begins bobbling her head up and down, stroking the rest of what she can’t fit.

Terrance’s low moans begins fill the room as the sloppy sounds of her sucking him balances it out, with her lips puckering at each motion, moaning a bit.

“Your mouth is so warm for me..” he uttered darkly, beginning to slightly push her head down to take a little more of him, seeing her remove her hands.

As he’s doing this, she trails one of them to her aching heat, beginning to plunge in and out of herself with her two fingers as her other hand fondles one of her breasts, welcoming the burning and cool sensation.

“You want me to fuck your mouth, don’t you?” he asked hungrily, removing himself from her mouth.

Hearing him ask that as his British accent is coated in lust and heat could make her cum again if she wanted to.

He watches her catch her breath, rubbing his member all over her lips and tongue as she nods obediently, opening her mouth with more.

He let out a growl before putting his member back into her mouth and begins slamming into her throat, her jaw slightly flexing.

Her static breathing, wet sounds, and rubbing herself adds on to the sexual tension they are feeding on, with his control taking over, enjoying her mouth swallowing his dick whole.

“Look at you. Taking your agent’s fat dick down your throat and playing with yourself over it.” he uttered, his strokes becoming a bit more intense, but not too rough.

“You wanted this to happen after we played together, didn’t you, Wyn?” he asks, hearing her in response.

She looks up with joy in her eyes, locking with his, who almost cracks but continues. Then, she began to suck him harder while plunging her herself harder, feeling another release rising.

“Oh, you’re about to cum again, aren’t you?” he said, slowing down his strokes.

She nods her head, her breathing becoming louder as that familiar feeling is slowly peeking near.

“You can do it. I wanna see you losing while you’re still sucking me like a good girl.” he said, feeling her jaw clinch around his shift, laughing darkly.

And just like that, her second release washes over her body. Her essence spills out under her, wetting her fingers and legs, her walls clenching hard around them, and her breathing running harsh over him, eyes rolled back.

He watches in amazement, satisfied that he helped her to another orgasm before carefully removing himself from her mouth, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

She kisses him back hungrily, wanting more as he carries her further to the center of the bed, letting go to lay her down.

After positioning some pillows under her head and back, he gets off the bed, heading to his nightstand and opening a drawer.

As she waits for his next move, she looks at herself in the mirror, seeing how flushed out, sweaty, and feral she looks, enjoying this new version of her.

After finding what he needs, he closes the drawer and climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself at the out of her legs.

“I’m gonna put this on if that’s okay.” as he holds up a condom, seeing her eyes follow.

She nods softly, watching him, open it up and take it out, really revealing itself as a translucent one. He puts it on, making sure it stretches out as far as it could, stopping with 1/4 of his member left.

“Pregnancy proof.” he said, making the both of them laugh.

He repositioned himself to make himself more comfortable as he got closer to her, who flinches back hard, scared a bit of what was gonna happen.

“You scared of me?” he asked, gently rubbing her legs.

She nods, letting out a soft gasp as he leans down, spreading her legs further open. He moves her around, making sure she’s comfortable before placing her hands on his back, kissing her face to soothe her.

“You don’t have to be.” as he traces over her entrance with his tip, kissing her.

She winces, not used to his curved top touching her lips like that.

“I’ll be gentle.” as he breaks the kiss. “If you still don’t like it, we can try a different way.” he said in a comforting tone.

She smiled hesitantly, looking down to watch him insert his member in a bit, making her wince at the sting she’s feeling and slightly breathing deeply.

“That hurts.” she whispered, gently pushing him back a bit.

“You have to relax.” he said softly, kissing her head.

“Mm.” as the sting turns into a wave of relief, a soft sigh coming out.

“I’m gonna push more in, okay?” he said, holding her legs up.

She nods, feeling him insert more in, wincing at the sting returning.

“Atta girl. You’re almost there..” he whispered, rubbing her thighs a bit.

“I can’t, I can’t.” she admits quickly, her legs slightly shaking.

“Hey.” as he turns her face up, making her look into his eyes as he locks one of his hands into hers.

“You’re doing great, my little flower.” he added, watching her relax a bit.

The sting goes away again, with her fully relaxing, licking her lips.

“Whatever pain and fear you’re holding in, let that out. I wanna see you feel good, not be in pain.” he added, bottoming out in her, letting out a deep groan.

She lets out a tearful gasp and throws her head back, squeezing his arms as he kisses her gently, feeling her tears falling.

“Just me and you, no one else.” he said, rolling his hips around.

She nods quickly, kissing him back as she watches him move softly, grazing a soft spot.

“You’re blessed.” she mumbled, hearing him laugh softly.

“And you feel amazing.” he replied, breathing harshly.

“Feeling exactly like how you felt when you were moving the opener up and down on me.” he added, watching her eyes widen, making him laugh.

“Terrance, I..” she began, but is cut off by his tip grazing a little ridge, letting out a gasp moan.

“MmMm. Don’t deny while I’m inside of you.” he said sneakily, slamming his hips into her a bit fast, hearing her gasp in shock.

“Oh god.” as he pulled out quickly, rubbing her lips, with instant relief coming all over her.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to—“ he began to say in an apologetic voice.

“Do that again.” she said quickly, cutting him off.

“W-what?” as he stopped, looking at her in a perplexed way.

She laughs seductively, grabbing his member and rubbing it up and down her slit before reinserting him, making the both of them moan at the feeling.

“You…you sure?” he asked, making sure she meant it.

“Mmhm.” as she grabs one of his hands, wrapping it around her throat.

“Fuck me like how you did with that opener.” she replied, tightening his grip.

He gasps softly, surprised at her new command, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist.

“Look at me like how you looked at that too. And don’t hold back either.” she added, smiling with desire.

Terrance freezes, amazed at how quickly her mood changed from being terrified to being comfortable underneath him.

Almost like a switch went off in the both of them.

She sees his eyes turn a light green, his face changing into a lustful one as he slams his hips into her hard again, making her moan.

“Fuck.” he whispered, slamming them repeatedly as he watches her wince while watching it.

The bed begins to creak, mixing in with her loud moans and their bodies smacking as he squeezes her neck a bit, enjoying how she clenches around him.

She breathes harshly from her body slowly tingling from his hot strokes, her breast aching to be touched, and her clit being rubbed by his other hand.

Things she never felt the first time she did it.

He moves her hand to her stomach, gently pressing it down. She feels something poking her deep spot repeatedly, her eyes widening at the feeling.

“You feel me there?” he asked slyly, a smile on his face.

She nods quickly, letting out a satisfied whine as he pushes in deeper, buried between her legs. He lowers his head to one of her breasts, taking one into his mouth to suck.

His hips slammed repeatedly into her, watching her bounce a bit from his force, having a beautiful reaction to his site, aggressive sounds spilling out.

After he lets go to hold her waist, she turns her head to the mirror to see the view for herself, whimpers and gasps escaping her mouth.

His huge, sculpted frame covers her curvy, thick frame with each movement of his body, as if he’s hiding her precious treasure from anyone who wants it.

Her treasure wetting his shaft and her lips, leaving a trail to the gold.

And his loving, dominant eyes were focused hard on her, a satisfying and possessive vibe all over him.

“Baby, I’m about to cum again!” she cries out, feeling herself clenching a few times around his shaft.

With each hard stroke came a moan from her. But a harsh groan from him, pushing his member deep enough to cause it again and liking the way she reacts to it, her nails scratching his back.

“3…2..1…release.” he said, slamming into her one more time.

On cue, her third release washes over her, with him pulling out, watching her body shake a bit and essence squirting out like a faucet.

She lets out a few aggressive groans as her body pulsates, feeling him rub his tip up and down to get her to spray more essence out, which works as more spilled out, creating a tsunami underneath her.

He watches her relax for a few minutes before carefully turning her onto her stomach, positioning the pillows underneath her and arching her back so her ass is in the air.

“Wait…” she said weakly, carefully putting her hand between them.

“I’m not gonna do anything until you are ready.” he said, massaging her ass.

She catches her breath for a few minutes, enjoying the cold winds from the fan cooling her hot skin, silently exhausted.

“Dehydrated? I can go grab you a water.” he asked with concern, watching her shake her head.

She knew it was gonna go something like this. What she didn’t expect was for him to actually match it, expecting him to go the gentle route he’s been doing with her since they first met.

She readjusts herself on the pillows, which gives him a good view of the three star scar in the center of her back, turning her head to look at him, who was waiting patiently.

“You can fuck me again.” as she smiled, shaking her ass a bit.

Terrance smiled as he slaps one of them, immediately rubbing the sting away before getting into position behind her, rubbing his tip between her soaked lips a few times.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Mmhm.” she replied.

He reinsert himself back into her, both letting out soft gasps as he waits for her to mold herself around him again.

“Fuck!” she uttered loudly, enjoying the little sting around her lips before he starts bucking his hips into her softly, wanting to build up a rhythm.

Her curls bounces back and forth with each stroke, her breath slowly rising from the tingling sensation of him rubbing the ridges from her walls, his balls slapping at the outer entrance.

“You can fuck well, Terrance.” she says in a euphoric voice, feeling him get a bit thrifty with his strokes.

“Say my name again.” he ordered, grinding his hips a bit.

“Terr..ance.” she utters, being cut off by his tip kissing a sweet spot.

“Mm, you sound so sexy saying it like that.” he breathes out, feeling her lips tightening around.

“That’s what happens when you’re fucking your little assignment you’re helping.” she replied, moaning at him pushing in deeper, giving her some deep ones.

“Good thing you’re taking all of my help, aren’t you?” he whispers into her ear before kissing a bit, plunging his dick in and out of her harshly.

Her moans pour out, grabbing the back of his leg to push a little more in, but he grabs her arm and pins it against her back, growling a bit.

“Can you go a little rougher please?” she asked loudly.

“I don’t want you getting a bit lazy on me.” she added, chuckling a bit.

He stops, slapping her ass a few times, made her squeal a bit and move under him.

“You playing with fire, Winona. Since you asked…” he began, letting her arm go.

Suddenly, she felt a hand wrapping around the front of her neck, grabbing it to pull her upwards, now looking in the mirror and seeing her reflection.

She sees Terrance, now laying on top of her, beginning to pound into her from behind, meeting her eyes, both consumed with complete ecstasy.

Loud, incoherent moans come out of her mouth, her heat opening a little more to give him some space to fit all of him.

“You like when you’re being dominated in this position, huh?” he whispered harshly, hearing her whimper.

“Yes.” she admits weakly, feeling his tip brushing past her sweet spot.

“Just like that.” as she squeezes around him, watching him slow down a bit.

He lets out a few groans before placing a sloppy kiss on her shoulder, with her fighting back by bouncing her hips against his waist, meeting each rhythm he throws.

Terrance lets her go before sitting up, watching her ass bounce with each force, her essence wetting his shaft even more while her passionate moans fill the dust storm lit room, giving it an orange hue.

“Just like that, Wyn.” he said, biting his lip at the stunning sight.

She begins to throw it back harder, signaling that she’s close yet again, stopping his moving and letting her go crazy.

“Oh, your fat ass dick is touching everything in me so good!” she yelled, quickening her pace.

He groans in pleasure, feeling his member being tugged at by her walls as he grabs her hips and pulls it back onto him a few times to speed it up.

Just before she can release again, he remove himself from her, grabbing her waist and bringing her aching heat to his mouth, burying his face in it as he begins to eat her out at a fast and steady pace.

“Shit! Shit!” she yelped, feeling overstimulated in a good way.

She watches his face being coded in her essence yet again through the mirror, pulling on the covers tightly to not completely lose it, enjoying the sensation of his long tongue flicking in and out of her.

She screams loud as her fourth release washes over her, her breathing hyperventilating as she squirts very hard again, rubbing her clit a bit to let out more.

Her harsh breathes consume her body as Terrance lets her go before laying next to her on his back, catching his breath.

“You…you still haven’t cum yet…” she said, looking at him as he lets out deep breaths.

“It’s about making you cum more than me.” he said, smiling a bit.

“Mm.” she uttered, sitting up.

Catching her breath a few more times, Wynnie carefully climbs on top on him, rubbing her heat against his member a bit, his face scrunching up from the feeling.

She leans down and gives him another kiss, gently rubbing his chest as she grabs his member and aligns him with her entrance, rubbing him up her slit.

“Put it in, Wyn. I’m almost close.” he said nicely, watching her face blush more.

She gently inserts it inside of her, moaning at the feeling of being stretched out again.

“Oh god…” she whines, moving her hips around for a little bit relief as he places his hands on her ass, looking at her.

She begins moving her hips forward, feeling his member moving in and out at each angle, biting her lip.

“Like that.” he mumbled, groaning at her ass rubbing his thighs a bit.

She moves her hands to his abs for support, beginning to bounce hard on his member, his tip constantly poking at her cervix, whimpering softly.

“You’re gonna kill me with this dick!” she cries out, feeling her body becoming hot.

“You’ll get use to it, my little flower. I know you will.” he replied, caressing her breasts in his hands, exhaling sharply.

She looks up and watches herself in the mirror, enjoying rocking her hips hard as he gazes on, his grip becoming a little tighter around her chest.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” she asked, his eyes locking with hers in the mirror.

“Yeah.” he moaned, groaning at the way she slams down on him.

“Good. I’m close too.“ as she pulls him up by his neck, burning his face into her breasts.

Immediately, he wraps his arms around her, lifts her up a bit, and begins pounding into her again, her breathy cries, filling the room.

His muffled groans followed, that tightening feeling in his stomach about to come undone as he looked up, crashing his lips onto hers, quieting her cries.

At the same time, they both cum hard for the last time. Her walls clenches him really tightly as he cums really hard into the condom, her feeling it fill up as they both moaned, riding out their release.

Wynnie collapses to the side of Terrance, with him laying back against the bed, the both of them looking at the ceiling.

Only sounds in the now quiet, but heated room is his ceiling fan blowing on their damp bodies and the AC coolers on each side of the bed as they pant softly, dazed over what they finished doing.

She finally got to have real sex with someone who really likes her and lasts longer than two minutes, with no one watching them. He finally got to see a different side of her that was more than just a woman shy of starting her new life after being in a cult for so long.

“You okay, Wyn?” he asked, looking over.

“I am.” she replied quietly, tracing over his face.

He smiles a bit before getting up, stretching his arms out. She can see the cum filled condom from her view, watching him carefully take kg off and wrapped it so nothing spilled out.

He heads to the bathroom, tossing in the trash before taking out some things and turning on the water.

As she waits for him to come back, she generally traces over her pussy, feeling some stinging over some spots, but some relief.

She hopes she’s not in pain when she wakes up tomorrow, laughing a bit.

After closing her eyes for a few minutes, she is woken up by something cool and wet rubbing across her chest, making her look up.

She sees Terrance, wearing his black sweatpants again, lying next to her. He’s gently cleansing her chest and neck with the wet rag, dipping into the water bowl to rehydrate it.

He brings rag to her heat, gently rubbing it as he doesn’t want to hurt her even more, hearing her wince a bit.

“Sorry. Was a little too rough on you.” he said, wiping over her legs.

“Don’t feel bad. I asked for that.” she replied quietly, watching him smile at her.

After finishing wiping her body down, he places the rag into the bowl before getting up, placing the bowl on his other nightstand.

Grabbing the bottle of relief oil on his stand, he pours some into his hand before walking back over and beginning to gently massage Wynnie’s body, feeling her relax more under each swipe.

He heads to his dresser and takes out a big MIT logo shirt, placing it over her body before helping her up. He examines her face and arms a bit, checking to see if he accidentally harmed her.

“I’m gonna make us a grilled cheese with the garlic butter I made from the extra garlic you diced up. I’ll add some chips and Oreos to the plate, but what did you want to drink?” he asked, kissing her hand.

“A water is fine, but can you add some lemon and mint to it?” she said, a hoarse voice coming out.

He nods, placing a kiss on her cheek before walking out, leaving her in his room.

As she waits for him to return the food and drinks, she carefully changes the sheets on his bed, stuffing them together for him to take down in the morning before putting the new ones on.

Putting the last pillow on the bed, she hears footsteps in the hallway, making her look at the door.

Standing there was Terrance, carrying the food and drinks on a tray, stepping inside and close the door carefully.

“You didn’t have to change the the sheets.” as he notices the new sheets, placing the tray on the bed.

“Well, you made me a post sex meal and I knew it was gonna be a while, so I thought it would be fair for me to change that before you got back.” as she wraps her hands around his waist.

He nods, placing a kiss on her head as he gently guides her to the bed, sitting her down before sitting across from her.

She looks at the food, which was the perfectly toasted garlic grilled cheese sandwich she’s ever seen, golden Oreos, and possible sweet hot honey chips in front of her.

“Those are honey barbecue chips if you want wanted to know the flavor. Did a mixture of provolone, swiss, and colby jack for the cheese. And I added extra honey to your drink just in case.” he said, clearing his throat.

“Thanks. This looks amazing.” as she picks up a piece of the grilled cheese.

“You’re welcome. I know you’re really hungry.” he said, eating some of his chips.

She scoffs humorously before biting into her sandwich, moaning over the crispiness of the bread, tanginess of the garlic, and smokiness of the cheeses satisfying her tastebuds.

“You like?”

“I do.” as she nodded, smiling a bit. “Probably the most tastiest grilled cheese I have ever had.”

He nodded, biting into his sandwich as she ate some of her chips, drinking some of her water, which soothes the ongoing dryness in her throat.

She watches him casually eat more of his food, noticing how delicate he ass, with him locking eyes with hers before looking away in shyness.

“How did you find that set, by the way?” he axes, breaking the silence between them.

“…what set?” she replied confused, watching him laugh.

“The vibrator set, baby. How did you find it?“

“Oh!” as she finally understood what he was talking about. “You left it in my closet.”

“I was putting my stuff away and saw a white box in the closet. So I opened it and saw that set in there….kinda playing with it.”

He nods, taking a sip of his water before eating more his sandwich.

“What are you doing with that anyway?” she asks, sees him stop.

“It was an um…failed prototype that Mel made to pitch to OuterMore. They were coming up with a product to sell since they were thinking of which industry to go into next at the time before deciding to do cars.” he replied amusingly.

“I’ll let her know it works pretty well.” he added, smiling a bit.

She nods, rubbing his hand a bit as she ate a little more of her food, stopping as another question came to her mind.

“There was another device in there. Gave me access to a camera in here.” as she points her head in the direction of it, watching his eyes follow.

“Why do you have one?” she added, curiosity in her voice.

He went silent, taking a few more sips of his water before clearing his throat, fiddling with his drawstrings.

“….it was originally in yours since my second one is in my office.” he replied, watching her eyes widen.

“However, I decided to move it into here since I had no idea that room had one as well. Didn’t want to make it seem like I was watching you through that.”

“That’s nice of you.” as she looks at her food, hoping he doesn’t ask if she was watching him.

“Which is interesting because…” as he sat forward, leaning it a bit.

He lifts her face up, seeing a slight blush across her face, his expression moving into a sinister mood, smirking a bit.

“How do you know how I was looking when I was fucking the opener, Wyn?” he asked lustfully, hearing her breath skip.

She looks away frantically, but he brought her back with his hand, slowly moving it down to grab her throat, hearing her whimper.

“Mm.” as he leans in, gently kissing her mouth, feeling her melt in his hold.

“Does my little flower have a little thing of watching her lover pleasure himself?” he asked, her moan in response.

“…..maybe if he admitted to jacking off to secret photos he took of me, I wouldn’t have discover that.” she replied, watching him pause.

He looks at her in confusion, seeing her laugh evilly as she crawls into his lap, pushing the tray away.

“Yeah. Saw my pictures on your desk when I came to drop off the opener and you scribbled some explicit words on them. Want to explain that to me?” she asked, beginning to kiss on his neck.

He moans a bit, squeezing her ass a bit as she trails kisses to the other side of his neck.

“Nice tits to rest my dick between? Her ass looks great? Her lips looks edible to kiss?” as she leans in, stopping at his lips.

“…I tend to get a bit attached to something I want.” he said quietly, hearing her laugh.

“And what exactly do you want from me that you didn’t get yet?” she asked teasingly, rocking her hips a bit.

His face twitches, fighting the urge to fuck her right now as she’s wearing his alumni shirt, her hair still a bit wild from their session, and her face clearly shows how good it was based on the puffiness around her eyes, cheeks, and lips.

”….I want you to stay with me when you come back.” he admitted, seeing her stop.

“What?” she said, watching him smile.

“I want you to be my girlfriend. I don’t want this to end at all, even when you’re gonna be gone for two years. I know it sounds crazy, but I didn’t sleep with you because I had sexual needs. I slept with you because I wanted to show you that I really want you and this is not a one time thing only.”

He gently places her on her feet, not breaking their gaze at each other.

“I’m fine with you not working. Not an issue for me at all. I want to support your hobbies that you want to do. Planting your own garden, playing the piano, reading, writing. Everything.” he said, watching her face tremble a bit.

“You don’t have to worry about getting your own place. You can stay here, I won’t hold it over your head at all. We can do wherever you want to do, get whatever you wanna get, and go to whatever country you never been to. Help you whenever you have those violent memories playing.” he said, beginning to choke up.

Tears slowly form into their eyes as he holds her hand, bringing it to his face to kiss it a bit.

“…..Wynnie, I want to spend the rest of my life with *you.” he admitted.

“I can’t see a future without me and you, happily married, and raising our family in that house I have in Martha’s Vineyard. I know things gonna be rough on the way, but I’m not giving up that easily. Marriage and relationships are hard, but as long as you two find your way back to each other, we’re gonna be okay.” he said tearfully, feeling her wipe them away.

She breathes softly, thinking about what he’s saying, as he stands up, eyeing her with love in his eyes.

“I know I’m saying a lot right now, but it’s the truth. I want you here with me forever.” as he wraps his hands around her waist, pulling her closer.

“And if you don’t want that…..that’s okay too. Won’t hold it over your head.”

She looks at him with amusement as tears slowly stream at her face. A small giggle comes out of her, making him look at her confused.

“After you just fuck the shit out of me, you think I’m not gonna stay with you at all?” she asked, hugging him tightly.

“I accept.” she added, looking at him again. “And you look cute admitting to be in love with me right now, Terrance.”

He exhales in relief before placing a few kisses on her lips, hugging her tightly.

He looks forward to spending the rest of his life with her, and hopes to spend enough time before she leaves in a few weeks, his heart beating fast.

June 2065

Group 70 Mission Launch Day has arrived, as workers begin to load the spaceship with their things, putting them in their assigned rooms and locking it up so they don’t move as it launches.

In a small room on the launch site stood a group of people against a white background, with a camera facing them.

One of them is Wynnie, standing in the middle as she’s a bit short compared to the rest.

Her hair is straight and she is wearing her custom blue spacesuit, smiling with the rest of the Group 70 members as they take a group picture together.

The camera person takes a few more before dismissing them, satisfied with his selections.

“Alright, you all have about an hour before we sent you off. You can say your final goodbyes to your families, friends, and agents but report to the ship as soon as you’re done.” said a OuterMore worker, turning away to enter the ship.

Afterwards, everyone sprawled out, heading to their separate groups.

Wynnie walks for a few minutes, seeing the one person that’s waiting for her towards the end of the site: Terrance, who has a small smile on his face.

“Hey.” he said.

“Hey.” she replied, smiling a bit.

She looks at his outfit for the launch, almost similar to hers color wise.

A dark blue short sleeved shirt, navy blue dress pants, and black dress shoes, with a black watch on wrist.

“Mel couldn’t come?” she asks, hoping to say bye to her.

“Nah.” as he shook his head. “She has to drop and set up other you at the house. I’ll tell her you said bye when I see her.”

“Mm. Figured that’s what she was doing today.”

“Mmhm.” he said, stepping close.

She watches him stop in front of her, eyeing her down lovingly as he hands her something, making her look down.

Her sunflower and moonflower pattern water can.

“Oh my god!” she said quietly, taking it out of his hand.

“Workers forgot this while taking your things. Lucky, I remembered to bring it when I came to see you.” he said with a kind voice, watching her examine it.

“Thank goodness. I need an extra charm while out there.” she said, laughing a bit.

“Mmhm….and what do you do if you feel an attack coming over, with your oxygen level getting low?” he asked, watching her think of her answer.

“….you grab an oxygen tank mask and inhale it for a few minutes until you’re normal again.”

“Correct. And if you lost something you didn’t mean to?”

“Report it as soon as you can.” she replied, watching him nod.

“And which planet are y’all visiting first soon as you guys get there?”

She falters, thinking of an answer to that as they never discussed it.

“…Ne-Neptune?” she replied hesitantly, hoping that was right.

Terrance stares at her for a few seconds before laughing, kissing her forehead a few times.

“That was a fake one, dear.” he said, feeling her nudge him in his chest.

“You had me thinking I messed up!”

“Uh uh. Just wanted to see how prepared you are. You’re definitely ready.”

She smiles brightly, hearing a small ring of the bell, making her turn to see one of the group members ranged it, waving bye to their group as they got in the ship.

“And I think this is too.” he says as he pulls out something hidden from his back.

She turns around, seeing a small brown cow with sunflowers on their ears plushie in his big hands, her squealing quietly.

“You went back to the flower show and got it?!” she exclaimed, carefully taking it out of his hands.

“Couldn’t figure out what to get you as a parting gift so….” he said, watching her squeeze it and examine it.

“I love it. Represents the farms I used to pass when leaving and going home in Columbia.”

She looks at it for a few minutes, her smile slowly fading as the bell rings a few more times, signaling that two more members said their goodbyes and have entered the ship.

“….you’re scared, aren’t you?” as he moves closer, having a small distance between them.

She nods, holding the plushie to her chest, looking down.

“Seems like I found you too late. Now I’m leaving to stay with the stars for a while.”

“I’ll still be here, waiting for you.”

“But, I want you with me.” as she looks up, sadness in her eyes.

They looked at each other for a few minutes, the wind quietly blowing between them.

“I’ve been there, Wyn.” as he closes in the distance between them.

“Scared, terrified of not seeing my love ones again. Not sure if I’ll survive out there.”

The bell rings again, making him look over before looking back at her.

“Thankfully, I was proven wrong. It’s actually peaceful. You’re moving slowly, but I can assure you time is moving fast here. You’ll feel free out there, not worried about anything. It’ll go by quick.”

“Two years away from you is long, T.”

“We still have our monthly end of the month video calls. You can tell me everything that happened all month by writing it down and reading it to me.” as a small smile forms on his face.

He wrap his arms around her carefully, pulling her into an embrace, leaning down so no one can hear his next question.

“You do have your little….toy packed, right?” he asked softly, feeling her flinch from his lucious tone.

“Mmhm.” she said, rubbing her face against his chest a bit.

“Good. Very good.” as he chuckled, watching her smile lowly.

They can’t wait to see how the vibrators worked while one of them is in space, excitement filling their bodies up and relaxing her a bit.

30 minutes till takeoff, an OuterMore announcer said over the speaker, making everyone look up.

“…Plus, I’ll always be with you.” as he points at the center of the plushie, her eyes following.

She looks at him in confusion as she touches the center, noticing her finger went through the hole.

She pushes it back in and feels something touching her fingertip, grabbing it and taking it out, softly gasping.

What she was holding was a small heart shaped plushie, covered in mini romantic pictures of her and Terrance together, from her sleeping on him to her eating pasta at a restaurant while he held her hand, and her favorite one: them kissing under the stars.

“An extra charm for protection. Just so you’re safe, even when I’m not there.” he said, his voice breaking.

She hugs him tightly, with him hugging her back, both sniffling a bit.

She looks up at him, crashing her lips onto his, with him lifting her up a bit, not breaking the kiss.

They can hear some gasps and conversations about him, overstepping his boundaries by kissing her, but he didn’t care.

If this was gonna be the last time he was gonna see her, he was gonna show the world who she belongs to when she comes back.

Her protector. Her lover. Her everything.

They break the kiss, both panting hard as he places her on her feet, fixing her suit.

“….I love you, my honey.” she tearfully said, a soft smile.

“That’s my other nickname now?” he asked, with her nodding.

“You been very helpful and sweet. I think it’s perfect.”

He nods, a tear falling out of his eye, feeling warmth growing in him.

“….I love you too, my little flower.” he replied tearfully, backing up a bit to watch her leave.

15 minutes until takeoff. Time’s running out!, the announcer said over the speaker, hearing people say goodbye loudly and running to the bell.

Wynnie breathe softly as she puts the heart back into the plushie, beginning to slowly walk back.

“Please be patient and delicate with…her.” she said, seeing him nod.

“Always.” he replied with grace, beginning slowly walking back.

They held each other’s gazes as they grew further and further apart.

“See you in two years, Terrance.” she said, smiling brightly.

“See you in two years, Winona.” he said somberly.

She waves at him before turning away, following the rest of the group who hadn’t gotten on, being the last one to ring the bell, with the crew cheering at her, finally ready for takeoff.

Terrance and the rest of the agents head back inside, entering the control room to see the launch as a two minute countdown begins.

On the cameras inside, they see the assignments, now wearing the outer layer white spacesuit, and helmet, getting to their seats and strapped in, with crew members making sure they’re good to go.

In a row that faces the east wing, he spots Wynnie, being the second seat based on the plushie he gave her, holding it tightly to her chest.

She’s breathing hard, her breath fogging a little section of her helmet.

“You got this.” he whispered nervously, a 45 seconds left alert going out.

The countdown continues to wind down as the sounds of the spaceship starting is heard, with the lights in the cockpit cutting on.

Everything looks good, said one of the captains, flicking a switch, which turned the lights into a yellow color.

15 seconds.

Smoke begins to come out from the engines underneath, preparing to launch the ship as the holdings slowly remove itself from it, giving me a clearance.

10 seconds. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3…2…1.

Blast Off.

Booming sounds are heard as the spaceship launches itself to the sky at full speed, clearing takeoff.

The crew waits patiently for it to appear in space, having concern for it to malfunction at any point, possibly leading into death for everyone.

A few minutes later, the ship is in space, confirming a successful launch, making everyone cheer around them as Terrance exhales, thankful that it got his girl up there safely.

He sees her now relaxed, looking out of the window at the stars, rocks, and many other things she can identify.

“See you soon.” he uttered, carefully leaving the room and heading to his car to go home to see the other her.

Watching his coworkers leave out with their equipment and heading home, he heads to Mel, who was waiting patiently with a file and small flashlight in her hands.

“Do I even have to say it?” she asked jokingly, handing them to him.

“No. We’ve done this so many times, I have it engrained into my head.” he replied, making both of them laugh.

He reads the file carefully, a gloomy expression on his face, which worried her.

“How you holding up?” she asked, watching him look up.

“…I say fine. It’s not like she’s fully gone.” as he pointed upstairs.

Mel smirked, squeezing his shoulders as she grabs her bag, getting ready to leave.

“Just making sure you’re okay. I know today was difficult.” she said, heading to the door.

He nods, watching her open the door.

“She wanted me to tell you that she said goodbye. Since she didn’t get to see you.” he said, with Mel turning around.

“That’s very sweet of her.” she replied, leaning against the door.

He nodded softly, turning to head upstairs to his room.

“Don’t break her, you know.”

“Get home safely, Mel.” as he walks up the stairs.

“See you Monday, Terrance.” she replied, walking out and closing the door behind her, taking out the key he gave her and locking it.

As he gets near his bedroom, he stops at the entrance, taking in deep breaths.

He’s prepared for this as this is his career, but is he prepared for with a clone of his girlfriend?

That question plays in his head as he walks in, seeing her lying on the bed, not turned on.

As he gets closer, he examines her.

Dressed in a black dress and slippers, she matched exactly how Wynnie went to bed last night.

Same nose. Same eyelids. Same cheeks. Same freckles he liked to look at when she was sleeping on him. Same lips he kissed and touched on a lot. Her hair being as curly as it always was.

Other her was truly his Wynnie.

Mel did a great job with getting her details, blending everything in perfectly.

Leaning down, he places a kiss on her lips, which felt very cold, before standing back up, breathing harshly.

Time to begin the assignment, he said in his head as he held up the flashlight over her eyelids, taking a deep breath.

Clicking it on, he flashes the green light over a few times before turning it off, waiting for her to wake up.

A few seconds go by with no movement, making him a bit worried that it didn’t work.

Then, her eyes opened, looking at the ceiling. Sitting up, she looks around slowly, trying to figure out what’s going on.

“..G-Good evening, Winona.” he said, seeing her turn her face to him.

“…Am I back already?” she asked, slowly getting up.

“No. You fell asleep.”

“And they skipped over me?” she asked in a worrying way, see him shake his head.

“No. You didn’t get selected this time. We currently have you on a waitlist.” he said, remembering the script being set as her still waiting to go to space.

“So..” as she walks to him, a little smirk on her face.

“More time with you until it happens?” as she wraps her arms around his neck, heat in her eyes.

Terrance smiles, nodding his head as he wrapped his arms around her waist as he leans in to kiss her, with her letting him.

Two years is a long time, but at least a version of her remains on earth while she’s away.

And that’s all that matters to him.

A/N II: WHEW! He really does love her huh? Thank you everyone for reading this. Please stay tuned for the next updates of this and other works. As usual, send questions or comments if you like.

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Ex-Convict Terry.

Summary: Terry returns to you after being in prison for two years. A one-shot. (Found this buried in my drafts, decided to edit and post it. Especially because of Aaron's durag picture lol.)

Warning: Smut.

Terry stood in the distance, but you felt him before you saw him—like a slow burn crawling across your skin.

You stood beside his convertible, the only thing left from the scam that landed him in prison. Still flawless. Just like he left it. Seeing it intact confirmed what he always knew: you held it down for him.

Two years. That’s how long it had been since the last time you saw him. Two years of silent nights and empty laughter, pretending your world hadn’t lost its weight when the cell door shut behind him.

You missed his dry humor, the way he held you like it was two of you against the world. He’d left his cards in your name, not just to hide the money, but to make sure you’d be okay.

And now he was here.

The heat on your skin told you he was close, but you didn’t look up. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you didn’t want him to see.

Then came the voice.

“Y/N… come here, baby.”

That did it.

You threw yourself into his arms and sobbed into his chest. All the strength you had faked for years, gone. You clung to him like a lifeline, cried until your shoulders shook, until you could finally breathe again.

“It’s alright,” he whispered into your hair. “It’s over. I’m here now. Let me take care of you."

He finally put you down, smiling as you sniffled and wiped your tears. "Let’s go home.”

The ride home was quiet. You were exhausted from crying so hard, so he drove.

You felt a twinge of guilt letting him get behind the wheel fresh out of lockup, but he told you not to worry. When you keyed a different address into the GPS, he glanced at you.

“What’s this?”

You just winked. “Surprise.”

When he pulled into the garage of the five-bedroom duplex, the look on his face made you laugh out loud.

“Welcome home, babe,” you said, giving him a loud smooch.

You led him through the house, explaining how you’d flipped houses using a portion of the money he'd left you. The grit it took. How this one had been a bargain. How you made it into the dream you'd both shared.

He followed in silence, eyes wide with pride and astonishment. Then you opened the last door. It was brightly painted, radiating warmth and comfort.

“Can you guess what this room is for?”

He looked around, nodded slowly.

Your chest tightened. You'd imagined this moment so many times. He didn’t react the way you’d dreamed. But maybe that was okay. He was tired. You were both just trying to come back to each other.

“I think I’m ready to try your fancy shower,” he said with a half-smile.

You lit up and led the way.

Steam filled the room. Terry stood under the hot spray, letting it work through two years of tension.

Then the door creaked open.

You stepped inside, gloriously naked, catching the way his breath hitched.

“Need help with your back?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You lathered your hands, sliding them down his shoulders, over those back muscles. Damn. He must’ve spent every day in there lifting. You ran your palms down to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze, a playful slap. The wet crack of it made you giggle.

He chuckled...then choked a little when your hands slid around and took hold of his thickening shaft.

You stroked him slowly, reverently. You weren’t in any hurry. It had been too long since you held him like this. You told yourself you’d just take the edge off, let him sleep. Just a little taste.

His cock hardened in your grip as you worked him — squeezing, twisting, dragging your fingers over the ridge of his glans. He gasped every time your thumb flicked the tip.

Terry groaned deep in his chest. No one had touched him in prison. Plenty of men had tried. But his body belonged to you — always had.

He placed his hand over yours, tightening your grip. Together you pumped him faster, harder, until he shuddered and spilled over both your hands.

You kissed his back, pulled away, and rinsed off quickly.

“I’m setting the table,” you said, stepping out. “Put something on and come eat. I need you back at 100%.”

Dinner was spent catching up and swapping stories until late into the night, when your eyes began to droop. He scooped you into his arms and carried you to bed.

It must have been around 4 a.m. when you felt gentle hands on your body. Blinking awake, you found Terry looking down at you, a twinkle in his eye. Your gaze dropped, and your core clenched. He was naked.

Smiling mischievously, he started unbuttoning your pajamas. He kissed your skin with every button he undid, pausing to stare at your bare breasts once they were revealed. A giggle bubbled up from your throat as it hit you—this was the first time he was seeing them in two years.

He didn’t hesitate for long. His mouth was on you in an instant, groping one breast while sucking the other, leaving little bite marks as he switched between them with greedy urgency.

Your head thrashed on the pillow. Your breasts were extra sensitive, and he wasn’t holding back. Just as you reached to push his mouth away from your aching nipple, he rose to hook his thumbs into your pajama bottoms. With one swift motion, he yanked them off, nearly lifting you off the bed in the process.

He was getting feral—and your pussy wouldn’t stop gushing in response to his intensity.

Flipping you onto your stomach, he pulled your hips up until your ass was in his face.

Terry groaned at the sight. Your round ass was perfectly presented, your glistening juices dripping on the sheets. His dick was painfully hard.

He fisted it slowly as he leaned forward for a taste, spreading your thighs with one hand and dragging his tongue from the front of your slit to the back.

“Mmm… delicious,” he murmured, stroking himself. “You’re still the sweetest thing on earth, baby.”

He made soft, filthy noises into your pussy in response to your whimpers. Precum formed at the tip of his cock, and he rubbed it lazily over the swollen head with his thumb, never taking his eyes off your soaked folds.

Then he let go of himself.

Grabbing both your thighs, he buried his face in your pussy and began to devour you with hunger. His mouth moved over you like a lover’s kiss, sucking and tonguing every inch of your labia. His tongue licked deep into your slit, pausing to suck and nibble your clit. His fingers joined the feast, spreading you open so his tongue could reach inside, lapping hungrily at your core as slick dripped from your folds onto his chin.

Muffled cries escaped into the fluffy pillow beneath you. You were already so close. Your orgasm began to build fast and wild, and you reached back blindly for his head, holding him against you as you rocked your pussy into his face.

He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked through it, letting you ride your high against his mouth, your juices smeared across his nose and cheeks.

When you finally let him go, he grabbed your discarded pajama top and wiped his face.

“Well, damn,” he said, catching his breath. “I’m glad I’m not the only one starving.”

He pulled your legs out from under you until you lay flat on your stomach again, then moved over your body, straddling you.

You felt the nudge of his cock at your entrance and moaned—deep and needy. He was pushing in.

You hadn’t let another man near you in two years. Toys had helped, but nothing could prepare you for Terry’s thick cock stretching you open again. No one had ever ruined you the way he had.

Terry groaned as your wet heat took him in, inch by inch.

He was home.

He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust while savoring the way your walls gripped him. His thrusts were deep, measured, loving.

“Ohhhh, Terryyy… fuck, I missed you. I missed you, Papa…”

Your voice trembled—part moan, part sob. His weight on your back pinned you into the mattress, and somehow you felt both helpless and safe in his arms.

When his arm curled around your head and shoulders, you knew what time it was.

His hips began to slam down harder, faster. The wet slap of skin echoed in the room, drowning out everything but his grunts and the filthy words he growled in your ear.

You whimpered, grinding back into him, trying to match his punishing rhythm.

You felt his cock twitch inside you. He lowered his lips to your ear, his voice a low rasp.

“You ready to use that room you showed me?”

Your heart swelled. He wanted this. He just wasn’t the kind of man to show it outright.

His hand on your head kept you still, so you choked out a small, “Yes.”

“I’m gonna wear out this pussy,” he growled. “We’re not stopping until your stomach’s swelling with my child.”

Your pussy clenched around him—tight, hot, desperate.

That was all the answer he needed.

He held you tight as he poured his seed inside you.

To new beginnings.

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he is why i’m feral 24/7!

aaron_pierre1: In September 2024, my tendon completely detached from the bone. This injury required surgery. I was cast as John Stewart in October 2024. Production was set to commence February 2025. Here is a little insight into my road to recovery, which happened to align with my journey to becoming John Stewart. If nothing else, I hope this can inspire. We can't wait to share LANTERNS with you all.

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|| WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF HENDRIXX ||

• Hi. The name is Kee, Hendrixx if ya nasty.

• This blog is not suitable for immature audiences. So MDNI! Only 18+! This blog does not tolerate any harassment, hate or bullying in any form. If such, violators will be BLOCKED immediately! Sit back and open your mind into my world of works. Happy Reading babes!

• MASTERLIST DOWN BELOW >

• Terry Richmond:

- You Talk Too Much

- You’re Mines

https://www.tumblr.com/keehendrixx/773682203425128448/forbidden-syllabus

- Forbidden Syllabus

- Forever Yours, Forever Mine

- Hearts In Conflict

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COMING SOON….

BadBoy/Mafia! TerryxBlackReader

WARNINGS: SMUT, Blood, Violence, Drug Use, Weapons.

Summary: Milan never asked for the lavish lifestyle she was brought into. Her mom just had to go and marry and wealthy detective. She adored the perks that came with it, including being protective by her stepfather, but she didn’t like he was OVERLY protective of her. She didn’t even know what she got herself into when she went out that night and took one look at the most infamous, most feared man in all of Miami. Terry freaking Richmond.

She didn’t care about what her stepfather had against him. All she knew is, that once crossed into his world, her life would never be the same.

Terry was a man of his word. If he wanted something, he got it and he didn’t care who got hurt or killed behind it. He was known of making people disappear within seconds. Everyone was scared of him, he didn’t play any games.

Locking eyes with the stepdaughter of the man that has been trying to put him away for years was the best thing he could ever do. He had to have Milan and it was nothing he wouldn’t do to have her.

#terryrichmondxblackreader #terry richmond #terry richmond smut #terryrichmond #aaronpierre #black fem writer #black fem reader #mafiaterry

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭

Warnings: MDNI! 18+, Roommates, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Terry has a Dom Side. P in V, Oral (Fem Received).

Imagine waking up, walking on eggshells all because you and your roommate don't get along.

Sierra pulled herself out of bed, grabbed her house robe and walked downstairs carefully not to wake the big ass bully sleeping three doors down.

As she made her way down to the kitchen, she decided to only cook breakfast for herself since they got into a heated argument last night, she wanted Terry to suffer.

Deciding on a hearty breakfast, she made an omelette, turkey bacon, eggs with an assortment of fresh fruits, and some freshly squeezed orange juice.

Guessing the smell woke Big Grumpy up.

Terry walks in the kitchen not addressing you.

“Well good morning to you too.”

He glances at you briefly, his hazel green eyes cold and distant as he grabs a beer from the fridge.“Aight. Morning I guess.”

He pops open the can and takes a swig, his muscular tattooed arm flexing with the motion. Terry leans against the counter, eyeing you up and down appraisingly.

“Yo, you got plans today or what? Tryna keep it on the low, ya feel me?”

His voice is gruff and dismissive, clearly hoping you'll make yourself scarce so he can do whatever he pleases without interruption.

“Nah.”

He shrugs noncommittally, taking another long pull from his beer. “Cool, cool. Just don't be all up in my grill, aight?”

Terry sets the can down and starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a lighter and some rolling papers. He begins skillfully rolling a joint with practiced ease.

“I'm expectin' company later if you catch my drift.”

He smirks knowingly, his pink plump lips curling into a suggestive grin as he licks the edge of the paper to seal it. “So maybe bounce for a few hours, yeah? Give a bro some privacy to get his freak on.”

His tone is blunt and entitled, clearly used to you accommodating his extracurricular activities.

Terry's casual attitude and suggestive comments make it clear that he's expecting some intimate company and wants you to give him space for it. He's not shy about his intentions, using phrases like "get his freak on" and a knowing smirk to convey his plans. His request for you to "bounce for a few hours" is straightforward and assumes that you'll be accommodating his needs.

“Uhh… this is my apartment too! So no, I'm not about to ‘bounce’!”

Terry raises an eyebrow, looking at you like you're being obtuse. “Oh, word? This is your crib now too huh?” He snorts derisively, taking a hit off the joint before exhaling a stream of smoke. “Well ain't that somethin'. You best be mindin' your manners then, 'cause I run this half, understood?”

He steps closer, invading your personal space as he looms over you, his towering frame and intense gaze making you feel small. Terry flicks ash from the tip of the joint onto the floor before grinding it out under his heel. “Just remember, I'm the one payin' the bills around here. So if you wanna keep livin' here, you better learn to play nice. Capisce?” The unspoken threat hangs heavy in the air, leaving little room for argument.

“As if I don’t help you pay them too Terry.” Sierra said slamming her fork down.

Terry scoffs, rolling his eyes at your retort. “Oh please, like your measly rent check covers half the expenses.” He smirks condescendingly, leaning back against the counter once more. “I'm talkin' 'bout the real costs - utilities, property taxes, maintenance... You think you're shouldering equal weight in this arrangement? Please.” Terry crosses his bulging arms over his chest, his biceps straining against the fabric of his tank top. “But hey, since you brought it up, why don't you cough up some extra cash, aight? Maybe that'll shut you up and remind you who's really callin' the shots here.” His tone is mocking, a clear challenge aimed directly at you.

You take a deep breath, unfazed by Terry's posturing. "Oh, I see how it is," you respond, matching his condescending tone. "You think throwing your weight around is going to solve anything? Newsflash, Terry: I know exactly what the 'real costs' are. I'm not some naive little kid you can boss around."

You step closer, holding his gaze steadily. "And if you think I'm not pulling my weight, then maybe it's time you actually sit down and do the math. Maybe then you'll realize that your 'extra cash' demand is just a power trip. I pay my share, and then some. So, how about this: you back off, act like an adult, and we'll have a civil conversation about this. Otherwise, you can keep your macho act and your ridiculous demands to yourself."

Terry lets out a low, amused chuckle, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly nods. Alright then, Sierra. If you're dead set on stickin' around, I reckon I can accommodate that. He leans back, folding his arms across his broad chest once more.

“Just remember, when I bring my friends over, they're lookin' for a good time, and that includes with you if you're willin' to participate.” His tone is matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion. “So either you're down to join the fun, or you need to find somewhere else to be while I've got company. Your choice.”

Terry's gaze is challenging, daring you to defy him further. The air between you crackles with tension, each of you waiting to see how the other will react to this ultimatum.

You hold Terry's gaze, refusing to back down from his challenge. "You know what, Terry? I'm not some toy for you and your friends to play with. I have my own life, and I won't be bossed around like some kind of plaything."

You pause, letting your words sink in. "But I'm not going to run and hide either. I'll be here, and if your friends can respect that, then we won't have a problem. If they can't, well, that's on them. I'm not going to change who I am or what I do to accommodate their 'good time."

Terry raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Suit yourself, Si. But don't say I didn't warn you. My friends can get pretty rowdy, and they're not exactly known for their subtlety. If you're gonna hide in your room, make sure it's soundproof. Wouldn't want you getting disturbed by all the... fun." He winks, emphasizing the last word with a leer that makes his intentions clear.

He pushes off from the counter, taking a step closer to you. "But hey, if that's what you want, who am I to stop you? Just don't come crying to me if you change your mind and want to join in. Once the party starts, the rules are a little... different."

“I’ll rather stay in my room to be dealing with yall lame asses.”

Terry shrugs, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes before he quickly masks it with a nonchalant smirk. “Suit yourself, then.” He turns away, heading back toward the front door. “Just don't go gettin' all huffy puffy if you hear some moans echoin' through these walls, aight? It's just business as usual.”

With that, Terry exits the apartment, closing the door firmly behind him. The sound of his footsteps fades down the hallway as he disappears into his own unit, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the weight of his parting words.

Several hours later, the sound of raucous laughter and muffled voices filters through the thin walls of the apartment. Terry's deep baritone mingles with feminine giggles and the clinking of glasses. Suddenly, there's a sharp rap at your bedroom door, followed by Terry's voice, slightly slurred but still commanding.

“Yo, Sierra! Open up, would ya? Got someone here who's dyin' to meet you.” There's a pause, then he adds with a chuckle, “And trust me, you don't wanna miss this. C'mon out and play nice, yeah?”

You open the door. “Yes Terry?”

Terry stands in the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. His usually neat braids are slightly disheveled, and his shirt is untucked, giving a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. Behind him, you can see a group of scantily dressed women standing behind him and whoever his friend was , their eyes roving hungrily over Terry's form.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence.” He slurs his words slightly, clearly a few drinks deep already. “Sierra, meet my main man, Jermaine. Jermaine, this is my sexy lil' roomie I was tellin' y'all about.” He gestures vaguely to a heavyset man with a gold chain who waves lazily in your direction.

Sierra looked at Jermaine and back at Terry with pure disgust. “Not interested.”

Jermaine, with a smirk, eyes you up and down, taking in your appearance with a slow, deliberate gaze.

“Ain't you a sight for sore eyes?” He chuckles, his voice a deep rumble. “Terry here has been talkin' 'bout you non-stop. Said you got a mouth on you and a body to match.” He flirts, his gold chain glinting in the light. “Come on in, don't be shy. We ain't got no strangers here, only friends we ain't fucked yet.” He lets out a hearty laugh, and the women around him giggle, their eyes still fixed on Terry

“Oh y’all got me bent. I’m not fucking your big ass! “You yelled as you pushed passed the both of them, going downstairs.

Terry pushes off from the doorway, stumbling slightly as he makes his way to the couch, flopping down next to Jermaine.

“Yeah, yeah, ignore his crude ass.” He waves a hand dismissively at Jermaine. “He thinks he's all that and a bag of chips” He turns to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You wanna drink, baby? I got tequila, vodka, whiskey—you name it.”

“No Terry, I don’t want a drink.”

“Ight Si, I’m goin’ to go get the rest of us some drinks.”

Jermaine watches Terry leave, then turns his attention back to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in your reaction.

“So, you and Terry got a thing goin' on, or what?” He asks, his voice a low growl. “He's a good dude, but he's got a wild side.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gold chain swinging freely. “You gotta keep up with him, or he'll run right over you”. He pauses, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I get the feelin' you ain't the type to back down from a challenge. Am I right?”

“To be honest, we can’t stand each other.”

Terry stumbles back into view, draping himself over the back of the couch where the women are seated. He grins at you and Jermaine, his eyes glazed over with alcohol and lust. “Aww, don't be like that, Jermaine. Sierra and I got our own special arrangement, ain't that right, baby?” He winks at you salaciously before turning his attention to the woman beside him, nuzzling into her neck and making her squeal with delight.

“A definitive statement of a hoe!” You said grabbing some snacks from the kitchen.

“Man whatever, Si! You just don’t like me cause you want me.”

“Nah nigga! YOU mad cause you can’t fuck me!”

“Oh I can, but you won't let me. That’s the difference. I’ll have your ass screaming, seeing the fucking stars. Try me, babygirl.” Terry whispered into her ear as he pushed her back into the counter.

Sierra’s legs clenched together at his words, letting them sink in slowly. She knew he wasn’t playing with her by the way his voice got lower and deeper than usual and his eyes dropped. As much as she hated to say it out loud, she’d let this man ravage her, fix her attitude & more.

She couldn’t even count the number of times she spent in her room; masturbating to the sound of his voice when he was on the phone, the vivid picture of him naked in the shower; water running down his perfect body. The grunts and moans he made when he was stroking himself, letting her purposely hear him. She’d even have wet dreams about him between her legs, tongue buried deep in her cunt.

As the party continues in full swing, Terry periodically glances over at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of challenge and desire. It's clear he's enjoying putting on a show, trying to provoke a reaction out of you. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, perfume, and the underlying current of sexual tension.

You got up and walked to the bathroom. After handling your business, you walk back out only to meet Terry in the hallway. You can see it in his eyes that the liquor has taken an effect on him. Terry grows increasingly bold in his flirtations and provocative behavior. He saunters over to you, a fresh bottle of liquor in hand, and slings an arm around your shoulders “You know, Si”, he purrs, his words slightly slurred, “I been thinkin'. Maybe we oughta renegotiate our little living arrangement.”

He takes a long swig from the bottle, his free hand trailing down your arm. His eyes glint with mischief and barely concealed hunger as he awaits your response, the party raging on around you both.

“Boy, move. You are not my type.” You try to push Terry’s built body out your way, clearly he’s not moving and you’re not pushing him enough.

“So Jermaine is? I saw the way you looked at him when I introduced y’all. You don’t want him, you want me. Stop denying yourself that.” Terry said getting closer to you, pushing his body against yours, making you hot and flustered as he did

“You know I can’t stand you.”

“And what’s wrong with us having a little fun that we both want. You can hate me all you want Sierra, but your body can’t.”

“Well you hate me! You walk around here everyday not speaking to me or can’t even being bothered to be in the same space as me.”

Terry blinks rapidly, momentarily caught off guard by your question. He pulls back slightly, studying your face intently as if trying to discern your true intentions. “Hate you? Nah, shorty. That ain't even close to what I feel.” He shakes his head, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Truth is, you confuse me somethin' fierce. One minute I wanna wring your neck for all the lip you give me, and the next…” He trails off, his gaze drifting over your curves appreciatively before snapping back to your eyes. “Well, let's just say you got a certain... appeal, yeah?”

You chuckle, taking another sip from the bottle before handing it back to him.

"Appeal, huh? I'll take that as a compliment, Terry. And you know what? The feeling is mutual. You confuse me too, with your crazy antics and that damn charm of yours. But that's what makes life interesting, right? The unpredictability?"

You lean in a little closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"So, do we have a deal, rommie? Or are you chicken?" You wink, challenging him one last time, a playful smirk on your lips.

Terry's eyes darken with desire at your challenge, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. “Chicken? Nah, baby. You know I ain't scared of nothin', least of all a fine piece of ass like you.” He downs the rest of the bottle in one long gulp before tossing it carelessly aside, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Alright, Sierra. You want unpredictable? I'll give you the unpredictable. In one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, backing you up against the wall. His large hands come up to bracket your face as he leans in, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours. “Let's make this interestin', yeah? How 'bout we raise the stakes a bit? Winner takes all - control, submission, the whole nine yards. You game, or you gonna tap out now?”

Your heart races as you feel his breath on your lips, but you don't back down. You place your hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, and push back slightly, a defiant spark in your eyes.

"Control, huh? You think you can handle that, Terry? You think you can handle me?" You let out a soft laugh, your voice a low purr. "Alright, big talker. You're on. But remember, you asked for this. No backing out now."

You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,"And Terry? No holding back. I want to see what you've got. Let's make this night one to remember."

Terry's pupils dilate with lust at your bold challenge, a low growl rumbling in his chest as your hands press against him. In a flash, he spins you around and pins you to the wall, one powerful thigh wedged between your legs as he grinds against you. “Oh, I can handle you alright, baby. Question is, can you handle me?” He nips at your earlobe before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, his stubble deliciously rough against your skin.

His hands roam your curves possessively, squeezing and kneading as he maps out every dip and swell of your body. “Mmm, you feel that, Si? That's what you do to me.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, letting you feel the hard evidence of his arousal.

You gasp at the sensation of his body against yours, but you don't miss a beat. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so you can look into his eyes.

"That's all you got, Terry? You think that's gonna break me?" You smirk, your voice breathless but determined. You wanna play rough? Let's play rough."

You grind back against him, matching his intensity, your other hand gripping his shoulder for leverage. You lean in, your teeth grazing his earlobe as you whisper, "But remember, you started this. And I always finish what I start."

Terry's eyes flash with a dangerous mix of lust and admiration at your fiery response. A feral grin splits his face as he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one large hand while the other grips your hip bruisingly tight. Fuck, Sierra. You're playing with fire, baby.” He growls, his voice low and rough with desire.

He crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth thoroughly. When he finally pulls back, you're both panting harshly. “You want rough? I'll give you rough.” In a blur of motion, he hoists you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. “Last chance to back out, shorty.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding on tight as he carries you, your legs locked around his waist. You smile against his lips, your voice a low, sultry challenge.

"Who says I want to back out? You think I'm scared of a little rough play, Terry? Bring it on. I can take whatever you dish out and give it right back. You ain't seen nothin' yet. Send your bitches and your friends home.”

Terry shouts from upstairs. “Aight, y’all ain’t gotta go home but y’all gotta get the fuck outta hea.” He makes you giggle in his neck at his remark.

He kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, stalking towards the bed with you still wrapped around him. His eyes burn with primal hunger as he lays you down, covering your body with his much larger frame. “Oh, I know you can take it, Sierra. Question is, can you handle everything that comes after?” He rumbles, his voice dripping with dark promise.

His hands make quick work of your clothes, practically tearing them off in his haste to get to your bare skin. He sits back on his haunches, drinking in the sight of you laid out before him like a feast. “Fuck, look at you.” You arch your back, presenting yourself to him, a smirk playing on your lips.

"You think you're the first to try? Bring it on, Terry. Show me what you got. But remember, two can play at this game." You reach out, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, before moving down to his belt, slowly unbuckling it.

"You talk a big game, but actions speak louder than words. Let's see if you can back it up."

Terry releases your wrists only to grab your thighs, pushing them further apart as he settles between them. He leans down, his lips hovering just above your breasts, his hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. “Gonna markup this pretty skin, Sierra. Let everyone know who you belong to now. He murmurs, before drawing one dusky peak into his mouth, suckling hard as his hand kneads the other roughly.

His free hand trails lower, teasing along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your aching center without quite touching where you need him most. He alternates between loving attention on your breasts and peppering biting kisses along your collarbone, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake.

You moan, your head falling back as you give in to the sensations he's stirring within you. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on.

"More, Terry. Don't hold back. Show me who's boss." You gasp as his teeth graze your nipple, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core.

You buck your hips, trying to grind against him, but he holds you in place, his strong body pinning you down.

"Please, Terry. I need you. Now."

Terry groans at your desperate pleas, the sound vibrating against your skin. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast. “That's it, baby. Beg for it. Let me hear how bad you want it.” He commands, his voice rough with lust.

He sits back, making quick work of his remaining clothes, revealing his impressive physique in all its glory. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the swollen head already glistening with precum. He strokes himself slowly, teasingly, as he drinks in the debauched sight of you sprawled out beneath him.

“Gonna fill this tight little pretty pussy up so good, baby. You ain’t gonna want anyone else. He promises darkly, positioning himself at your entrance.

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him in time with his own movements.

"I want it, Terry. I want you to ruin me. To fuck me so good I'll never want anyone else. Now stop teasing and give it to me." You guide him to your entrance, your eyes locked on his, daring him to hold back any longer.

"Show me what you're made of, Big Daddy. Make me yours."

With a feral growl, Terry surges forward, sheathing himself inside you to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He hilts himself fully, stretching you wide around his thick girth. “Fuck, Sierra! So goddamn tight.” He grits out through clenched teeth, giving you a moment to adjust before he starts to move.

He sets a pace, stroking into you with deep, purposeful strokes that hit all the right spots. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of exertion. “Take it, baby. This what you wanted huh? That’s the reason why you had all that fuckin’ attitude with me for? Don’t worry, I’ma fuck right out yo bratty lil ass.”

One hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he drives into you relentlessly.

You cry out, your back arching off the bed as he hits that sweet spot deep inside. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, urging him on.

"Yes, Terry! Just like that. Harder, faster. I can take it. I want it all." Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging in as you meet his thrusts, our bodies slapping together in a frenzy of desire.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So deep. Don't stop, Terry. Don't you dare stop." Your words are a jumbled mess, your body on fire with pleasure as you chase your release, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Ouuuu, I can’t stand yo ass but you fuck me so gooooood!” Sierra yelps, gripping Terry’s black sheets.

Terry throws his head back with a throaty laugh, undeterred by your declaration. If anything, it seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and erratic. “Aw, but your body loves me though, baby. Look how wet you are, how perfectly you're takin' my dick.” He smirks, reaching down to where you're joined, collecting some of your slick arousal and bringing it to his lips, sucking it off his fingers with a groan.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he continues to pound into you. “You can lie to yourself all you want, mama. But we both know the truth. You crave this, crave me. I'm the only one who can satisfy you like this.”

The more you tried to deny yourself of it, you couldn’t. You most definitely did crave him. More than you admit it. The way his toned body pressed into yours, the feeling of his dick massaging your walls; making you stuffed and full, the way he had your head feeling all fuzzy and dumbfucked. But you LOVED every part of it.

You kiss him back with equal fervor, your tongue battling with his as you moan into his mouth.

"You're right, damn you. I do crave this. I crave you. Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it." Your hands roam his body, feeling the sweat-slicked muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves above you.

You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as you climb higher and higher. You break the kiss, your head thrashing from side to side as you chant, "Yes, yes, yes! Right there, Terry. Right fucking there!"

Terry's thrusts become shorter, more erratic as he nears his peak. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, marking you as his. “Fuck. Gonna cum so deep in this pussy. Fill you up till it's leakin' outta you.” He pants against your throat, his hips stuttering as he chases his release.

You feel your own orgasm crashing over you, your inner muscles clenching and releasing around him as you cry out his name.

"Terry! Yes! I'm cumming! Fill me up, baby. Make me yours." Your nails rake down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as you hold on tight, riding out the waves of pleasure that threaten to drown you.

Your body milks him, drawing out his own release as he roars against your neck, his hot breath and the pounding of his heart the only sounds in the room as you both come down from your high.

Terry pulls out of her, only to flip Sierra on all fours, arching her back even more. He wrapped his hand on the back of her neck and the other, directly in the middle of her back. “Mmm, look at this perfect ass. Could bounce a quarter off this shit.” He groans appreciatively, giving your rear a hard smack before gripping the cheeks and spreading them wide.

He leans down, dragging his tongue along your slit from front to back, circling your puckered hole teasingly. “I’m about to eat this pussy like it's my last meal. Have you squirmin' and beggin' for more.” Without warning, he seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, two fingers plunging knuckle-deep into your soaked channel.

“Keep that ass up, if I see it fall, I’m drilling your ass more.” A rough, hard smack clashed with her ass. This caused Sierra to yelp out in pain.

“Daddy-.”

You moan loudly, your body pushing back against his face as he devours you. Your hands grip the sheets, knuckles white as you try to maintain some semblance of control.

Your words are a jumbled mess, your body on fire with pleasure as he fingers you expertly, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside.

You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as you push back against him, urging him deeper. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your moans filling the room as you chant.

Terry smirks against your flesh, giving your clit one last firm suck before withdrawing his fingers. He rises up behind you, gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he notches the tip of his cock at your entrance. “Greedy little thing, aren't you? Can't get enough of my dick.” He teases, circling your hole with the swollen head, coating himself in your slick arousal.

With a grunt, he sinks back into you to the hilt, bottoming out in one smooth stroke. He sets a punishing pace, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he beats your shit up. “Pussy gripping me so fucking tight. Creaming my shit up so mothafuckin good.” He praises, one hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back as he rails you from behind.

You cry out, your back arching as he pulls your hair, the slight pain only heightening your pleasure. Your hands reach back, grabbing his thighs, trying to push him back a little.

Your body is a mess of sensations, the feel of his cock filling you, the slap of his skin against yours, the pull of your hair. It's all too much and not enough all at once.

His free hand grabs both of yours. “Take this dick. You got a big mouth on you so be a big girl and stop running.”

At this point, you’re completely too fucked out to put a single word together. He had you right where he wanted you and there was nothing you could do to get out of it.

“Where’s my mouthy bitch from earlier, hmm? Dick got you in a trance? Yeah, I know, baby. Daddy fucking knows.” Terry put one leg up on the bed and started going in. You could feel his tip poking at your cervix and your g-spot. It was too much pleasure for you and your body opened up like Niagara Falls on a rainy day.

“There that shit go! Wet me the fuck up, princess. Good ass pussy. You've been keeping this pretty pussy from me and I don’t like that. No, Daddy doesn’t like that at all.”

Terry leans down, nipping at your ear as he talked you through it. He definitely meant when he said about you seeing stars, your ass was seeing the whole damn galaxy. Drool was coming out the side of your mouth falling onto your chest and the bed. You were completely and utterly having an outer body experience.

“You still got them Plan B’s in your drawer?”

You shook your head “yes”

“Good, you gone need it. I’m bouta’ nut all in this wet shit.”

As your climax hits, Terry follows soon after, burying himself balls-deep one last time as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan. “Damn! Take it all, baby. Milk every last drop.” He rasps, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the waves of his intense orgasm.

Finally spent, he collapses atop you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. After a moment, he carefully withdraws, rolling to the side and pulling you flush against his chest. “Damn, girl. You really tried to kill me with that pussy, huh?” He jokes weakly, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your temple.

Coming down from your euphoric high, you cling on to him. Terry holds you close in his arms. After a couple of minutes, he gets up and walks out the room. You lay there catching your breath and looking up at the ceiling. The sound of water running snaps you back into reality.

Terry comes back into the room, grabbing you and lifts you effortlessly in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom, slowly sitting you down in the tub before getting in with you. You both sit there soaking in the hot water, your back in his chest, and his strong arms soothing your body. You relax your head on him as he works his magic onto you.

“My pretty girl. I’m sorry for treating you like shit. Truth is I was protecting my feelings from you. I was scared you weren’t gonna’ want me Si. I actually do love you.” He says kissing your temple.

To hear those words was like heaven to you. All those times where you both fought, argued, gave each other the silent treatment; it didn’t matter anymore. You know after tonight that the relationship between you was bound to change. You were his and he was yours. You fell asleep as he started washing your body.

Hours later, you were awakened by something feeling slimy and wet between your legs. You rubbed your eyes, wiping away the sleep from them. You looked down and saw a head moving and you knew exactly who it was. Terry had his entire mouth over your pussy.

“Terry?” You said sitting up a little.

“Hush, lay back down. Let Daddy eat. I got hungry and wanted something sweet.”

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LIKE MOVE, BUST A DANCE 😂😂😂! over there looking like damn security guard 😭

I love Aaron. but the way he was just standing there looking stuck on stiff. Had me wanting to call the show and tell them, don’t put that camera on him, not Nan nother time. 😒🤣

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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LET ME COOK! BIG MAMA COMING THRU FRYING SHIT 🤭🤭🤭!

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#terryrichmondxblackreader #terryrichmond #terry richmond smut #aaronpierre #terry richmond

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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uhhh ma’am get back here! don’t leave me hanging!

Me U & Hennessy

Terry Richmond x Thick!Black Reader

please excuse any errors or mistakes

𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵

Ay, I'm pourin' that drink on top of you

Then I'ma sip it all off of you

Sip, sip, sip, sip

A firm hand gripped your knee making you turn your head, your gaze falling on Terry. His eyes low and piercing, now a deep shade of green, that one look told you everything you needed to know.

A night out drinking with friends had him beyond horny. His pants tightened as his dick grew against his thigh as he watched you from the table. He sat with his eyes fixated on you, the sway of your thick body as you danced with your girls had him failing to focus on the conversation at the table.

Shot after shot of the dark liquor made his mind wonder to all of the places and ways he could fuck you.

The kitchen?

In the living room? Where he had his choice of fucking you on the couch, hands gripping the cushions or you folded up on the floor, nails digging into the carpet.

Or maybe the stairs? Have you arched up for him just how he likes while he dug you out?

Your body was calling out to him and his self-control was slipping further and further away. He had needed to get you home right now before he fucked you in this club.

Saying your goodbyes you grab Terry’s hand as you both made your way outside to the Uber. Opening the door for you he helped you in the truck, his hand lightly gripping your backside making you look back with a smirk. Terry was always a handsy person but once he was a little tipsy it amplified.

The air was thick as he sat on the other side of you, not uttering a word the entire ride home. His eyes stayed on you as his hand rubbed up and down your leg, inching closer to your clothed heat but not daring to touch you fully.

Pulling into the driveway he stepped out making his way to your side of the car. Grabbing your hand, he placed a kiss on your knuckles as he pulled you out. After thanking the driver, you headed to the front door unlocking it with him hot on your heels.

Terry closed the door behind him as you placed your keys on the entryway table, placing your clutch alongside. As you stepped past him he reached out gripping your waist, his lips close to your ear. The whiskey on his breath wafting through your nose.

“Go head upstairs for me mama, you know how I want you”

Heading up the stairs you put an extra sway in your hips knowing that he was watching you.

Fuckin’ tease” he huffed.

Pushing open the door to your shared bedroom, you unbuckle the straps of your heels kicking them off. Stopping in front of the mirror you do a quick twerk knowing he was about to put you through the mattress.

Next to go was your dress, untying it from around your neck you let it fall to the floor before tossing it in the closet. Fluffing out your curly hair you rest on the floor on your knees with your back facing the door.

Your body ached with desire as you waited for Terry to come upstairs. Time seemed to slow as he made you wait for him, heat radiated off of you as vivid images of him fucking you ran through your mind. Slipping your hand between your legs you felt how wet you were.

Glancing over at the door you see Terry’s silhouette as he stood in the doorway, whiskey bottle in hand. A dominant energy radiated off of him, your sweet Terry was no longer there.

Big Daddy had come out to play.

The door shut behind him as he stalked into the room, making his way towards the dresser. As he unbuttoned his shirt he peered over at you, your eyes pointed towards the floor.

As quick as you blinked he was on you. Lifting you up he tossed you onto the ottoman positioned at the end of the bed, your head resting on the edge.

The scent of you was like a pheromone and was igniting his hunger for you.

Leaning over you he tilted the large bottle, dark liquor slowly poured on your body trickling in between your breasts. His tongue carefully licked over your skin following the trail up your stomach until he reached your chest. His tongue circled around your nipple before he lightly bit down making you moan out.

His hand gripped your throat tilting your head to look up at him.

“You remember your safe word Princess?”

“Yes”

“Good because I’m just getting started” he grinned.

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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he can put me in a headlock, wrap his hands around my neck and borderline choke me with everything and i wouldn’t mind 🤭

He so BIG!

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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Reminder

18+ means 18+, not “I’m 14 but I don’t get offended by your posts” or “I’m 16 but I’m mature for my age”

// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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Mr. Professional 😍😍😍😍!

I want to bring positivity with AP tag since people want to lose their damn minds, so what’s y’all favorite picture of him, I’ll go first

Idk why this is my favorite but it is

Update I forgot about this one

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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Happy Birthday Big Daddy! 🥳🥳

Happy Birthday Aaron! 🎉🥳

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keehendrixx · 3 months ago

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they gone end up in love watch

Rivalry & Romance

Enemies to Lovers workplace romance

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

*Please do not plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs!*

*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.

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“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.

UNTIL NEXT TIME <3

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