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COUNTDOWN

Zerina and Aaron had built a quiet but strong relationship over the years, choosing to keep their romance private, known only to their closest friends and family. As their careers skyrocketed, both found themselves navigating the pressures of fame while striving to maintain the bond they’d formed long before the limelight. But with their rising success came the inevitable sacrifice of quality time together. Their once-steady connection was now limited to late nights and stolen moments, with days filled with work and promotional commitments. word count.: 3.2k warnings.: foul language, smut, slight dirty talk. read at your own risk. a/n.: This was supposed to be posted lasted night, but some editing has lead to things being changed, 😭😭. But finally here we are. enjoy!

My baby is a ten

Zerina’s heels clicked against the black wood floors. The fruity sweet scents of honey and peaches instantly greeted her as she opened the door to her salon, she hummed in approval, glancing at the candle warmer on her coffee table that had two fresh melts, her eyes then traveled to the two mugs of coffee sitting next to two slices of chocolate caramel shortbread and miniature forks. She loved miniature things—her own mini-brands collection getting bigger and bigger by the day– and only one person truly knew her love for tiny items. As she moved further into her private salon, his figure emerged from the shampoo area.

“Hi baby.” He has that sweet boyish grin on his face, stalking towards her with open arms. She embraces the warm hug with a sigh, his lips pressed to the side of her head.

“I thought you were filming?” Green Lanterns had started a few weeks filming a few weeks ago, and that meant his schedule was getting busier by the day, rarely making time for a phone call. Zerina charged it to the head as she knew it came with the career of being an rising actor, but she couldn’t deny that she was missing him.

“I am.” He hums, pressing soft kisses along her face, his overgrown beard scratching at her cheeks with each press of his lips in her face. “We had a few technical issues the last few days so they gave us a little break after doing some table reads.”

She looks up at him, moving her head back when he tries to kiss her. “How long have you been free?”

Aaron pauses with a sigh. “Just a few hours, took the first flight back” He had gotten in the night before truthfully, but he wanted to see family he hadn’t seen since the London Mufasa premiere–who then immediately began scolding him for not going to her first. It was a little white lie, but one couldn’t hurt, Not when she was in front of him right now looking and smelling the way she does. Zerina had chosen to wear a white dress that conformed to her curves, a high slit exposing her bronzed thigh. She smelt like vanilla the paired easily with the peach scent of her hair. She smelled like peach cobbler and he was sure she tasted like one too. The black boho braids styled into a side part that stopped past her hips. His favorite protective style on her. The parts were fresh meaning she had just done them. Perfect.

“Aaron.” Zerina wanted to press further but he was quick to easy her worries.

“I’m here now, and I wanna spend time with you before you start your first client.” He hums against her neck, squeezing her tighter in his arms until her melodic laugh fills his ears. Her arms wrap around his neck, letting his lips linger along her jaw.

“You need to shave.”

“Do it for me.”

Aaron sat in the black salon chair with a low grunt, since putting on more weight, and toning out his muscles, he fit a bit more snug shifting to spread his legs and get more comfortable.

“Mhm, you’ve been working out big daddy.” Zerinah bites her lip while giving him a once over, the white shirt he wore clinging to his frame showing off the weeks of training that filled out his chest and arms.

He chuckles, staring up at her, “oh you’ve noticed?”

Zerina smirks, moving to set up the clippers on her station, “I’d be blind not to notice.” Once everything was set up, she moved to stand in front of him, his arms opening as an invitation for her to stand between his legs. His large warm hands push up the bottom of her dress to feel her smooth skin under his fingertips. “You look good.”

“I’ll look better once you get me right.”

Zerina had become Aaron’s personal stylist since the day they first met on the set of Brother. Her jokingly saying his barber fucked him up turned into him booking her for his every cut and trim. Her skilled hands had him looking like a five course meal no matter where he went. Nobody got him right like Zerina.

“I can’t have my baby out here looking like a 2.” She smiles, grabbing the gold babyliss clippers, clicking them on as the low buzz of them filled the room. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “My baby is ten.”

Aaron couldn't do anything but smile and return the kiss. “Hey Alexa, play Countdown.”

Okay. playing Countdown by Beyonce on apple music

Boy

Oh, killing me softly and I'm still fallin' Still the one I need, I will always be with you Whoa, you got me all gone, don't ever let me go Say it real loud if you fly If you leave me you're out of your mind

Zerina grabs his neck, her small hand barely fitting around the wide girth of it, she tilted his head to the left, the clippers in her dominant hand to shave off the small patches of hair on his cheek. His hands beneath her dress rubbed and squeezed her thighs.

“Aaron.”

He hums from his chest, moving his hands up to grab her ass. Zerina turned his head over to shave the other side.

“Let me finish this first.”

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her arm where she had a small yin-yang koi fish tattoo inked into her skin. He gives her one last squeeze and drops his hands, the bottom of her dress falling back into place.

Zerina couldn’t help but giggle at the pout on his face as she stepped back to switch out the guards on her clippers to blades. “It’s just until I'm done with your beard and hair.”

“I want to cut that off.” He tells her, making her frown. Zerina loved his hair, his hair being practiced for doing men’s braid styles–A new service and class she wanted to offer to her stylists, and new potential clients. Zerina loved playing in his hair. “It’s time, pretty girl.”

Aaron knew at some point he would have to cut his hair, and while he didn’t care, he knew it was a big deal for Zerina. His hair was she enjoyed doing, it was her favorite form of intimacy,

“I like your hair.”

“I know.” He pulls her back in his arms, kissing the pout on her face, he whispers gently against her lips. “You can wash it one last time before you cut it.”

“I’m turning them into loc extensions if I do.”

He chuckles, knowing she was going to do exactly that. He would let her do anything to avoid an argument on not keeping his hair. “Whatever floats your boat mama.”

My baby is a (ten)

Zerina leaned down to kiss his full lips while her soapy fingers scratched at his scalp, massaging the tension spots with her knuckles in circles. He eagerly returns the kiss, sucking her bottom lip between his own. The discomfort of leaning over him while standing had her moving to straddle his spread legs, his hands grabbed her waist and pressed her down on the bulge in his pants.

“Ya feel me?” He nips at her lips, grinding the front of his pants on her clothed center. Zerina whimpers, sliding her fingers out of his hair to rinse out the soap.

“Mhm.” She relaxes into his touch, rocking her hips in time with his. Their kisses turned sloppy with every swap of spit, and tongue sucking. Zerina loved kissing Aaron, his way of adding pain and pleasure to every swipe of his lips on hers to the way his hips grind against hers.

“Gotta finish your hair.” She reminds him before he takes things too far.

“Oh fuck!” Zerina moans out as Aaron, thrust his hips inside her from behind, his hands sliding up the expanse of her back, his right one going further up to let his fingers scratch at her scalp. Zerina had wanted to protest, her head still a little sore from the tension of the freshly done braids, but the snap of his hips timed with him gripping a handful of her braids to yank her head back had a soft yelp leaving her lips. The moment she finished Aaron’s haircut, and had him looking like he should be on the cover of GQ, The way she stared at him through the mirror while checked himself had Aaron bending her over the salon chair making her take every inch of him like the good girl she was. Aaron was the perfect size for her, his girth stretching her out in ways that had her toes curling. The slight burn tingled her skin.

“Mhm, missed you so much mama.” He groans, watching his cream coated dick glide in and out of her clenching pussy with ease. He hadn't seen her in almost two months and it had been a good three months since he was last inside her like this, and even when he was rushing to get them both off, he relished in the feel of her velvet walls, making note to have her in bed tonight.

“M’missed you to” She gasps just as the head of his dick curved to find that spot, hitting it over and over. Zerina squeezed and dropped her head on the back of the chair, trying to hold in a moan. Not satisfied with the sounds, He plants his feet firmly on the wood floors, his left hand gripping at her hips to keep her steady, the hand with a tight grip on her braids, pulls her back until her back presses into his chest. The new angle caused him to slip out with pop and protest.

“Gotta be quiet baby.” He husks in her ear, moving her from the salon chair and guiding her towards one of the larger chairs in the waiting area. He was quick to put her in a sitting position, spreading her eagle style with her legs over the arm of the chair. The new view let her see the monster between his legs coated and dripping in her slick. It sat heavy and full between his toned thighs. Her haze stricken brown eyes followed him as he dropped to his knees and lay his hands flat against her thighs. Zerina whimpers, mouth agape and head thrown back just as his lips meet her wet lips, using his tongue to flick the swollen nub.

“Don’t want your clients to hear us, do you?”

The salon still opened and eight on the dot. Aaron cleaned and bleached the remnants of their encounter while Zerina adjusted herself and opened up the doors to her first client of the day–who happened to be a close friend since the start of her career.

“Z, girl, you gotta get me right.” The client in question had been Kelly Rowland. A star in her own right. The two had been working together since the filming of The Seat Filler and Kelly didn’t trust anyone else to do her hair, Kelly pulled her into an eager hug she easily reciprocated.

“You know I got you girl, have a seat.” She pats the chair with a smile, the soft door clicking shut turns their heads in that direction, Aaron smiles with a wave.

“Morning Ms. Rowland.” He claps his hands in a slight bow to greet her.

“Mhmm. Aaron Pierre, that's Mufasa.” Kelly smirks while sitting down. “How are you?”

He chuckles walking over to Zerina. “I'm good and you?”

“Better now that your wonderful girlfriend fit me in her crazy schedule.”

“She is the most sought out hair stylist in the A.” Aaron praises, though he wasn’t wrong, Zerina basked in the compliment and leaned into the touch of his hand on the small of her back, the other tilting her chin up for a quick kiss. “I'll be back around for lunch, what do you gotta taste for?”

Zerina smooths out his shirt with a hum, keeping her dirty thoughts of wanting his dick shoved down her throat to herself . “Panera Bread sounds good.”

“Toasted italiano? Greek goddess salad and a citrus punch?” He rattles off her order by memory, also making a mental note to get her a slice of caramel cake from a local dessert shop down the street.

“You know me so well”

Aaron grins, kissing her nose. “See you in a few hours.” He taps her ass and heads out with a million things to check off his to-do list before coming back for lunch to his mind.

“Just so you know Z. Y'all are loud as hell.” Kelly laughs, removing her hat to put in her purse.

Zerina gets warm in embarrassment and avoids responding to that. “What are we doing today?” She runs her fingers through Kelly's short hair.

“Surprise me.”

Lunch time had rolled around pretty quickly, having finished Kelly and a few other clients' hair, the rest of her team made their way in for their shift. She still had another hour before her next client came in and she used that free time to guide her stylists through some of their clients.

“You wanna make sure you get the roots.” Marcel irons in one hand, and rattail comb in the other Zerina parted a section of the hair, using the comb to get out in knots. “If you have too, make smaller sections.” She demonstrates the motion, doing a singular pass over it. “Don't apply too much heat or you risk damaging it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Zerina goes back to walking around and checking on the rest of the clients who manage to book with her making sure no one needs anything and offers drinks and snacks to those waiting in the sitting area. Zerina shop was the talk of the town with high praises from big names like Kelly Rowland, Zendaya, Teyanna Taylor, and even the icon herself Angela Bassett singing her praises. She would’ve never thought twelve year old Zerina who discovered her love of doing hair from watching her mother do hair would turn her into one of the biggest celebrity stylists in the industry.

“Zerina?”

She turns to see one of her styling assistants, Amara. She was only sixteen, but knew long before now that hair was something she wanted to do for her career. Amara watched Zerina’s career kick off, learning all the tricks and tips she could get from her youtube channel Z Style’s. One lucky encounter at the Atlanta Hair Show, had Zerina taking the young girl under her wing.

“You okay Amara?” Zerina noticed the nervousness in her features and the way she avoided eye contact with her while fiddling with her fingers.

“I think I messed up.”

“How?”

‘Can you come look?”

Zerina follows Amara to the shampoo area where Ms. Gladys, a loyal client of hers, sat at one of the bowls, her features morphed into scowl, hands furiously pulling at her hair, with each pull more and more hair came out.

“I was washing her hair, and grabbed the conditioner to add after the last rinse, and that started happening.” Amara rushes, clearly upset at thinking she messed up on something as simple as washing and conditioning a client.

“Amara, go take you a break and maybe help Rose up front.” Zerina tells her, moving along to her private studio to grab the pink barbour coat to put on. “You’re not in trouble, just calm down and I’ll handle Ms. Gladys.”

“O-okay.” Amara leaves nervously, but grateful to not have to experience a potentially rude customer interaction for the first time. Zerina walks towards Ms. Gladys, fully prepared to do damage control.

“Good Afternoon Ms. Gladys.”

“Zerina, I think that girl messed up my hair.” she furiously pulled at her hair as more and more of it fell out.

“I will look into that, why don’t we go into my private room and see what we can do, and I’ll do my best to fix it, free of charge?”

Gladys purses her lips, “fine, but don’t make me regret it.”

Zerina knew she wouldn’t. Her private booth had everything she needed, wash bowl, dryer, chair and station all aligned it against the largest wall. She started with washing Ms. Gladys hair first, rinsing out whatever was used on it, she then washed and conditioned it with her homemade honey peach shampoo and deep conditioner. She was able to notice only some spots were patchy, but once she washed and blow dried she would be able to better tell.

“Okay.” Zerina claps her hands, they face the large gold floor mirror, Gladys also able to see the state of her hair. “Most of the hair loss is in the center of your head, so I was thinking I can do a braided bun, I have some left over hair you can choose from or we can go completely short and start over.”

Gladys turns her nose up at both options, but the idea of starting over and having healthy, thicker hair sounded promising.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I would start over, you would be gorgeous with a short cut.” Zerina says truthfully.

“Then let’s cut it.”

Aaron stepped into the busy salon with lunch and dessert in hand. He had expected around noon that business would pick up so he spent that time going home to get a work out and a much needed shower in. He crossed a few things off her honey-do list. The most important ones in his mind:

Change the light bulbs on vanity

Pick up packages

Put up shelves in guest room

All eyes went to him as he walked in, ladies whispering amongst themselves and giggling. He does a slight wave, moving swiftly to the back of the Salon. He spotted her stepping out of her private suite with one of her regulars. The older women twirling in the mirror at the new style.

“Oooh weee, Zeri,” She squeals, tapping the short curls that were currently set with some oil sheen spray. “You did your thing with this one. “

“I’m glad you like it. I hope there's no harm done?”

“Oh of course not. Amara was just learning, but somebody here might be setting that girl up.” Gladys points. “Don’t let your reputation suffer at the hands of somebody evil.”

“Yes ma’am. Should I book you for three weeks from now?”

“Yes please. And Hey mufaaasaaa.” Gladys wiggles her fingers at him with a smirk as she left. Aaron chuckles.

“Hi, Ms Gladys.”

“Mhm,” She snorted with a smirk, giving him a once over. “You one lucky girl Zerina”

“Bye Ms. Gladys!” Zerina laughs.

“Mhm.”

Aaron shakes his head, pressing a kiss to her head just as she reaches his side. ‘I brought lunch.”

“Good I’m starving.”

Aaron adjusted her position in his lap, his left arm around her waist held her steady while the right side fed himself some of the family sized broccoli cheddar soup he got for himself. She nibbled on her toasted italiano and stole bites of his own as they ate in silence.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the day?” He asks her, wanting to align the rest of her schedule with dinner reservations with some close friends, and maybe a night at their favorite lounge. Peaches.

“I have a traditional sew in to do and one more silk press. Then there is some stuff I need to fix around the shop.” His eyes follow her hands reaching in the drawer next to her to pull out her list of things to-do. He gave himself the reminder to do that for her while she finished her last clients. “Why?”

“Dinner reservations at Mabella’s. I wanna see you dressed up.”

We dressing to the (nine)

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nubiawrites · 4 days ago

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MASTERLIST

Author's Note This is my first attempt at fanfiction—so bear with me! The Art of Moving is a series of standalone stories that can also be read as part of a larger collection. There’s no set posting schedule or end date for the series. I am just practicing my creative writing.

The male protagonist is an Aaron Pierre face claim, and an antagonist with a Ruben Loftus-Cheek face claim (If you squint, you might see them—but I’m not comfortable naming a real person just yet. Let’s be imaginatively delulu, okay?).

While there is an original character (OC), I’ve worked hard to avoid defining physical characteristics like height, weight, skin tone, facial features, eye color, or hair. This allows every Black woman to read the character in her own way.

I’m not from the U.K., so if the slang feels off, let me know (don’t—I’m sensitive! 🤭).

Lastly, I do not consent to my work being shared or duplicated on any other websites or platforms.

The Art of ... Serendipity

The Art of ... Tea and Rain

The Art of ... Distraction

The Art of ... Theo & Noa

The Art of ... Kneading Love

The Art of ... Breaking News

The Art of ... Amsterdam

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chapter seven

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. oral (giving and receiving). sex. Summary: Iriye and Aaron experience a night of firsts.

Notes: FLY EAGLES FLY! Also, I'm excited to finally get this one out because I figured out the ending for this series, so enjoy the ride. It's gonna have some ups and downs. Comment, like, reblog, or send me asks. I want to hear your thoughts as I love responding.

MASTERLIST

Music floated throughout Iriye’s apartment, and Mariah Carey sang about it being her night, which set the mood. She was happy it was Friday and she had a date with Aaron.

For once, Iriye wasn’t on the lot that day, as she had decided to take a me-time day. She started with some Pilates, trying to remember the last time she had been to a class. Her instructor even asked her where she had been after her workout. She then headed for a quick lunch, walked around her favorite used book store, and got her feet and nails done.

Iriye came home and read a few emails before seeing the time and figuring she should get ready. She started getting ready, spending time scrubbing down in the shower. She exited the shower and moisturized, moving on to her skincare. After feeling refreshed, Iriye went to the closet to see what she had to wear.

As Iriye pondered an ankle-length dress, she heard her phone ring and grabbed it. She smiled as she saw who it was.

“How’s my favorite child?” The smooth voice flowed from the phone, Iriye seeing her mother on the screen.

“Mommy, I’m your only child,” Iriye chuckled.

“Same difference,” Eve, Iriye’s mother, stated. “Oh, you got the silk robe we took from the spa day we had. Where you heading out to?”

Iriye bit her lip as she shook her head. That day with her mom had been a trip.

“Who says I’m going out?” Iriye asked.

“You are shea buttered down my dear. You learned that from me. Do you have a date?” Iriye could hear the smile in her mom’s voice.

“Yes,” Iriye said as she sat on her bed, phone in hand. “I’ve been sort of seeing someone.”

“And by seeing someone, you mean having protected sex?” Eve inquired.

“Mom!” Iriye shook her head at her mother. “We are too close.”

“We raised each other practically,” Eve said. Iriye’s mom was merely twenty-two years old when she found out she was pregnant. But her mom was always too cool, even if she knew when to lay down the law. “You’re my grown daughter. I know you be having sex,”

“We haven’t gotten to know each other that biblically,” Iriye stated. “But he’s different than any man I’ve been interested in before.”

“How so?” Iriye picked at a thread on her cover.

“He’s so… authentically himself,” Iriye admitted. “I think sometimes he looks at me with rose-colored glasses.”

“And what’s wrong with that, sweetie?” Eve asked. Iriye sighed.

“Because what happens when he takes them off and sees me? Sees the good and the bad and the ugly,” Iriye admitted.

“Then you see if he likes what he sees or runs away,” Eve declared. “Not every man is like Jay,” Iriye sighed as she thought of Jay.

“You know he still calls Tamara,” Iriye mentioned. “I can’t fault her. They became great friends through me. But it still hurts. I feel like if I just… was a little more bending and willing to shine more-”

“Some men are just not built for women like you. Women like us. Their loss.” Eve shrugged after interrupting her. “You are so beautiful, intelligent, and talented. If a man can’t see that and step out of the way to let you shine, they don’t even deserve to be in your rays or your shadow.”

“I love you so much, Mommy,” Iriye said, trying not to get teary-eyed. It was blunt and straight to the point, but it was the truth served straight up. No chaser needed.

“Now wipe your tears and show me what you’re wearing. Because I know you took my favorite sweater dress, and I will get it back when I come out to visit,” Eve declared. Iriye got up and went to her closet, showing her options to her mother and purposefully skipping over the things she took from her.

Iriye was trying to clasp her bracelet when she heard a knock at the door. She headed out of her bathroom, looking through the peephole and saw Aaron crouching in it. She smiled softly as she opened the door, stepping back to usher him in as she tried to clasp the bracelet.

“Come in. I’m almost ready,” Iriye spoke, still struggling with the bracelet.

“Here,” Aaron shut the door behind him and approached her. “Let me help you,” Iriye tried again, huffing as she didn’t get it. She held her arm, clutching the bracelet in her hand. Aaron reached forward to find the clasp, his fingers gentle against her skin. He concentrated and finally got the clasp, Iriye smiling warmly.

“Thank you,” Iriye kissed him softly, Aaron smiling against her lips. “Hi,”

“Hello,” Aaron’s arms slipped around her waist. “You look-” He pulled back to take her in, his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. “I think there’s not enough words in my vocabulary that can describe how good you look,”

“Maybe I can help you figure some out. You know… since I’m a writer and all,” Iriye winked. Aaron pulled her back in for a deeper kiss. “Don’t we have dinner plans?” She asked against his lips.

“We do,” Aaron said between kisses before pulling back, his hands smoothing down to her waist. “You look so beautiful, love.”

“Thank you.” Iriye pulled away and grabbed her purse. “Lead the way.”

Aaron and Iriye drove in comfortable silence, mixed with pleasantries and an impromptu sing-along to a Sade song they both loved. As they got closer to the heart of downtown LA, she watched as Aaron navigated the streets, and soon, they entered a parking structure.

Aaron got out once they were parked and headed for her door, opening it for her. Iriye let Aaron help her out of the car, and she adjusted her dress. His hand slipped into hers, the tingles shooting up her arm every time they touched. Once they got to the elevator, Aaron pressed the button for the rooftop, and Iriye eyed him for a moment, him catching her eye.

“What’s on your mind?” Aaron asked, his smooth voice falling on her ears.

“The rooftop?” Iriye stated.

“You’ll see,” Aaron said, kissing her hand. She leaned into him softly, watching the numbers tick off as the elevator rose. Once the elevator stopped and opened, Aaron led her out to a hallway with a frosted glass door. They walked down to the door and Aaron held the door open for her

Iriye took in the rooftop, seeing it was an intimate restaurant. Some were seated inside the glass space and others were further outside on the balcony.

“Aaron, this place looks incredible,” Iriye said, turning to see him taking in her reaction.

“I’m happy to hear that, love,” Aaron stated. A hostess came up and led them over to a table outside. Aaron pulled her chair out for her, waiting till she was sat and comfortable before moving to his.

“Where did you find this spot?” Iriye asked, grabbing the menu so she could look at what she wanted.

“A friend I made while working manages it,” Aaron stated. “And the food is amazing.”

“Look how connected you are.” Iriye looked over the menu and saw what she was thinking about for appetizers. The waiter came over to bring them water and take their drink orders. Iriye was taken in by how the sun set and the night came alive in LA. “I love this view.”

“Me too,” Aaron said as he took Iriye in. Words couldn’t even describe how beautiful she looked. Her eyes met his, and a heat came across his skin.

“Stop it,” Iriye felt her cheeks warming up, the pit in her stomach clenching as she took in him looking at her. “You look very handsome yourself.” “I clean up nicely after a long day,” Aaron chuckled, sipping his water.

“Tell me about your day,” Iriye asked. Aaron raised an eyebrow, which she returned with one of her own. “Please,”

Aaron regaled Iriye with stories of set life, how he was faring with his co-stars for the show, and how he was making friends with the crew. He talked about how the craft team had given him a few snacks that he liked, even though he was trying to stay in shape while filming Lanterns. She found it refreshing.

“I really am fortunate to get to do what I love,” Aaron admitted after the waiter took their order for shared appetizers. Iriye took a sip of her drink that was brought over, humming at the fruity cocktail as she listened.

“You know you’re a rarity, right?” Iriye said. Aaron furrowed her brows. “This business has a way of jading people as they climb upwards and onwards. I’ve worked with a few people at different levels and rarely meet people who genuinely love what they’re doing. Who are grateful,”

“That makes me unique?” Blueish grey eyes stared into her soul, and Iriye had to focus.

“It does to me. No matter how big you get, you’re just you. Just Aaron,” Iriye shrugged, taking another drink. “I like that.”

“I’m glad you do.” Aaron took a sip of his drink. “What about yourself?”

“What about me?”

“Do you love what you do? Writing scripts and scenes for unique people like me to act out,” Aaron rattled out. Iriye took a moment to think.

“It’s a love and hate relationship,” Iriye admitted. “There was a time I hated it—four years into living here. I was working as an assistant for an executive. It felt like they were doing everything possible to make me hate my job. Took so much of my sanity. But I was determined to stick it out. And a year and a half later, I proved myself. She said I could be just like her and take her job. That day, I decided to find another job. Anything. I put my notice in and helped train my replacement when I hired them. I worked at a youth center afterward, trying to find peace of mind. During that time, I found happiness in writing about what I could and wanted. Doing Uber Eats and the odd set job. I never wanted to be that… miserable ever again working a nine to five to make someone else feel important.”

“Are you miserable now? Working on Paradise Lost and all?” Aaron asked.

“Not at all. Everything I worked so hard for is coming to fruition.” Iriye stated. “I’m doing what I love with people who love it just as me,” She admitted. A smile took over Aaron’s face as he reached for her hand, stroking it softly when she put it in his hand.

Appetizers came and went, and Aaron’s friend Troy brought the main courses and two drinks. Iriye was intrigued as Aaron and Troy made quick conversation, retelling how they met.

“Never met a more encouraging spotter,” Troy admitted. Aaron crossed his arms over his chest in thank you.

“Anytime, brother.” Troy and Aaron hugged each other up before Troy shook Iriye’s hand in parting.

The conversation over their main course was pleasant. Iriye learned more about how Aaron was the oldest and how he was close to his siblings and family. How he talked about them made her wish she had someone to share the times growing up.

“I feel like I’ve talked too much,” Aaron stated, Iriye picking off his plate since he hadn’t denied her the first time she did.

“Not at all. I find people with siblings interesting.” Iriye shrugged. “I’m an only child.”

“Your parents were one and done?”

“It was just my mom and I.” Iriye took a bite of his food, chewing and swallowing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Iriye raised her eyebrow at Aaron. “About your father,”

“I’m not,” Iriye stated. “He left when I was eleven. And honestly, it was probably for the best. My mom and I were better off without him.” She said pointedly.

“How so?” Aaron asked her, his eyes searching hers for a truth. Iriye had to look down at her plate, feeling like she was growing harsh with the mention of her father.

“I… I’m not ready to talk about that,” Iriye simply said. She could see that look in his eyes—the one to dig deeper. “I just feel like it’ll ruin the night.”

“It won’t,” Aaron assured her.

“For me, it will.” Iriye wasn’t sure if she was ready to let Aaron know how she felt about the man responsible for half of who she was.

“I’m not going to pressure you,” Aaron said. “But just know, I’m ready whenever you are,” Iriye relaxed in her chair, those words washing over her. No pressure. Just patience.

“Thank you.”

By the time the check arrived, anticipation was the name of the game. Iriye was sipping her water, as Aaron had asked.

“I don’t want you falling asleep on me,” Aaron teased, Iriye watching as he wrote his signature. Iriye playfully let her heeled foot slide against the inside of his leg, watching as he stopped writing for a moment.

“Focus,” Iriye spoke, taking another sip of her water. Not even its coldness could calm the heat burning through her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Iriye.” Aaron felt her foot gently stroking his leg.

“It’s not a bad thing if we both win.” Iriye placed the cup down. “Yours or mine?”

“What are you asking, love?”

“Your place or mine,” Iriye raised a brow. Aaron put his card back in his wallet before sipping his water. Iriye raised her foot high along his leg. She was just so close when-

“You’re something else, Iriye Edwards,” Aaron had her ankle in one hand.

“What can I say? I know what I want. What do you want?” Iriye asked. She felt his fingers rolling her ankle softly in his hands. Aaron licked his bottom lip, those eyes of his growing darker.

“What I want… is to know how you look lying spread out on my bed,” Aaron breathed. Those words made Iriye take a deep breath, unable to break eye contact with him.

“That’s someth-”

“I’m not done,” Aaron interrupted. Iriye shut her mouth quickly, hoping no one else focused on them. “I want to be inside of you every way I can. See how you look when you give in to the pleasure I can bring you, Iriye.” Iriye caught the Jamaican twang at the end of his words and felt the anticipation roll up her back. “Smell your scent on my sheets, even after you leave. Is that something you want?”

“Yes,” Iriye breathed. Aaron smiled.

“Then let’s go,”

Iriye was buzzing as Aaron led her out of the restaurant and back to his car, her clutching onto his arm. It was the comfortable silence, fueled with the thrumming of her heart as she was mentally preparing for what was to come.

But all of it was thrown to the wind once they reached Aaron’s apartment and entered. Iriye didn’t have time to process as the door shut behind her, Aaron pressing her up against it as he kissed her.

Moans left Iriye’s mouth and found a home in Aaron’s. All the self control he held onto left as his hands went to her hips, sliding over her ass as Iriye wrapped her arms around his neck.

Chest to chest, Iriye felt their clothes were a burden. She moved to push her hands under his suit jacket until Aaron pulled away from the kiss to shrug it off.

“You look so sexy in that dress… I can’t wait to see it on the floor,” Aaron groaned. Iriye giggled as he dragged her to the bedroom, Iriye trying her best not to trip over anything.

Once inside the bedroom, lips clashed against as Iriye let her hands slide under Aaron’s shirt. He got the memo and backed Iriye to the bed until she fell into the familiar mattress. She leaned up to watch Aaron lift his shirt from his body, muscles and abs underneath the caramel skin.

“You can’t be real.” Iriye hummed, taking him in. Aaron smirked, grabbing her hand and dragging it down his abs.

“I am. All for you,” Aaron groaned, feeling her nails dragging softly against the skin. She sat up more, making quick work of his belt and unzipping his pants. The peek of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs made him even more appealing to her.

Iriye slipped her hands into Aaron’s pants, helping him get the pants and his boxer briefs down, seeing the one-eyed monster between his legs. She kept her eyes on him as she let her tongue lick at the underside of his length, a groan escaping Aaron.

Aaron’s hand slipped to Iriye’s goddess locs, seeing he was trying to regain some sense of control as Iriye worked the tip of his length into her mouth. She focused on the head, finding it was her favorite part of his length so far. She wanted to spend the night playing with it and discovering what made him tick.

“Jesus,” Aaron breathed, peering down at Iriye playing with the slit of his cock, tongue wiggling against it. She was a pro. He pulled back, watching Iriye’s mouth fall open as she moaned for more. “You look so sexy.” Aaron slid his cock against her lips and she sucked the head into her mouth playfully. “Open those pretty lips for me, baby girl,”

Iriye smiled before letting her mouth fall open, Aaron pushing his length in her mouth. She whined, relaxing as she let him fuck her mouth. One hand went to grip his ass as she encouraged him to fuck her mouth. The other one went to her dress, tugging up the skirt. She slipped her hands between her thighs, moaning around his length as she touched herself through her wet panties.

Aaron thrust a little faster into Iriye’s mouth, her gagging some. She grasped onto his ass as he pulled back, licking up to see his eyes were half hooded and his hand grasping into her hair. Iriye went deeper, seeing how much more his jaw dropped.

“Fuck…” Aaron breathed and Iriye pulled back to suck before taking him deep again, her hand moving her panties aside and slipping her fingers inside, fucking herself and moaning around him.

Iriye took him down further, gagging around his length as she relaxed, hearing Aaron praising her as she sucked him slowly. She wanted to savor him but she was fucking herself, her pussy growing wetter. She felt one of Aaron’s free hands trail down to the arm fucking herself.

“I can hear how wet that pussy is Iriye,” Aaron groaned. “Bet your fingers—- fuck—- feel so good inside. But not as good as mine.” Iriye nodded, moaning once again. She whined as he pulled back, seeing him kick off his pants. Iriye was about to take off her dress when Aaron grasped her hand, pulling it out of her panties. Her jaw dropped as he sucked her juices off of her fingers, moaning around them.

Iriye pressed her lips against Aaron’s, tasting their juices together as they kissed. His hands pushed her dress up and lifted it, leaving her in the black lacy bra and panties. Her bra was next, his hands slipping them down her shoulder as they kissed. She was bare to him except for her panties. Iriye pulled away, her staring into his darkened eyes and licking her lip.

“Aaron, I need you,” Iriye moaned as she moved her hand around his length, giggling when he groaned at her touch. “Please…”

“Please, what? Tell me what you need, love.” Aaron kissed her again.

“Aaron, please fuck me,” Iriye was helpless to her pleasure, needing him. She felt him pull away from the bed, reaching into his bedside drawer and opening a box of gold foil condoms, his length bobbing as he moved.

Aaron helped her up the bed, his fingers landing on her panties and pulling them off. Iriye moaned as he pushed her legs apart, seeing Aaron lowering to her pussy. “I need you.” She let her hands trail down his shoulders and dug into his shoulders softly.

Iriye let out a moan as he licked at her pussy, seeing her juices on Aaron’s lips.

“Please, Aaron.” Iriye begged. Aaron smirked up at her from between her legs. “Since you’re using your words,” Aaron trailed kisses up her body, her skin heating up more and more. Iriye moaned and kissed him back when he made it to her lips.

Aaron grabbed the condom, using his teeth to open it. He slipped it on as Iriye’s hand slipped to rub her clit and Aaron pushed it away. His condom covered length pushed between her lower lips, teasing her clit and a gasp came out of her. He slid his length between her lips a few more times, whines leaving her body as he teased her.

“Iriye…” Aaron groaned, sliding between her lips one more time before he grasped her cheek. “Keep your eyes on me. Let me know if you need me to stop.” Iriye nodded, her eyes locking on his. She felt him at her entrance, and he pushed in, Iriye gasping out.

Aaron could feel how warm she was through the condom, his length fitting inside of her like a glove. He had to focus as he fantasized about the moment he would feel all of Iriye wrapped around him. But his late-night and daytime thoughts were nothing compared to the reality below him, her legs beside his hip as his body pressed into hers.

Iriye tried her best not to squeeze around him, wanting to feel all of him, and she was.

“You feel so good, Aaron,” Iriye moaned, already beginning to feel intoxicated with lust. She cupped his cheek to pull him in for a kiss. “Move, please.” “Yes,” Aaron raised himself on his arms, pulling his length out before pushing back in, slow thrusts making Iriye whine. Her hands dragged from his hips to his back, nails grasping onto the caramel skin as she tried to focus on anything but Aaron taking her.

Iriye rolled her hips against Aaron, and groans fell from his lips. She could see he kept his chain on, and she leaned to kiss him. The way his eyes caught hers, the sight too much for Iriye to focus on so she kissed him, letting him swallow all the moans and gasps that came from her.

“Shit Iriye,” Aaron moaned against her lips. The moans, groans and smack of flesh meeting wet pussy filled the room.

“You’re fucking me so good,” Iriye cried out. “Harder, baby.” Aaron obliged her, hips moving deeper and faster into her. “Just like that,” Iriye’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. His hips moved into her, colliding with the flesh of her skin. Iriye wrapped her legs around his waist. Keeping him closer as he dug deeper into her.

“You like being filled like this?” Aaron breathed.

“Mhm,”

“That’s not good enough,” Aaron said, giving her a hard thrust into the fleshy spot that had a cry coming from Iriye. “Tell me. Talk to me, Iriye,” He groaned.

“It feels… it feels like you were meant to be inside me.” Iriye licked her lips, the lewd sounds of his cock moving inside of her echoed in his room.

Aaron watched her for a moment, seeing how her breasts moved with every thrust, the different sounds coming out of her as he moved a certain way. It made him want to lose it quickly, and he was okay with that as long as she came first. He could feel her walls tightening, and Iriye was getting worked up. That just made him thrust harder into her, her cries building more and more. Her pussy tightening around him as he coaxed her orgasm from her with his hard cock.

“Iriye…” He groaned, one of his hands sliding to her ass, to pull her harder into him. Her toes clenched at the feeling, liking how he was manhandling her as she grew closer.

“Don’t stop,” Iriye cried, her hand sliding down between them, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it. Seeing her touching herself made Aaron focus on hitting her G-spot, the cries and moans between them making their breathing erratic and their movements following suit.

“Oh shit,”

“Yes! Right there,”

“Iriye!” Aaron growled into her ear as he rolled himself into her, feeling the pit in his stomach grow. His balls tightened up and he moved faster, needing her to cum first.

“Shit! Oh! Aaron,” Iriye rubbed her clit faster, cries leaving her body as his thrust becane faster. With a grasp of her ass to pull her against him, the damn broke and Iriye cried out as she came, her juices spilling and coating the condom.

Her walls tightening as she came had Aaron stuttering in a thrust before he fastened his pace once more, drawing Iriye’s orgasm out. It took him ix more wet thrust before he spilled into the condom, pulling Iriye’s hips closer to him. Iriye pressed kisses against his lips, cheeks, and shoulders, clutching onto him as they moved together, riding out their orgasms.

Their hips slowed, sweat clinging to their bodies as Aaron struggled not to suffocate her beneath the weight of his body. However, Iriye pulled him closer. Once he had regained his strength, he dragged them further up the bed. Iriye giggled as she felt his kisses all over her face before he found her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his hand rested on her stomach, and she whined. Aaron pulled out of her, and she whimpered, feeling her juices spilling out. He kissed down her body, lips moving to kiss and suck at her hard nipples.

“Aaron…” Iriye whined as she dragged her nails over his head as he kissed down. “You gotta…” She arched against him when he kissed down the softness of her bell, his tongue licking between her folds. “Let me catch my breath.”

“You got it, love.” He spread her legs over his shoulders. “Just breathe and let me taste you till you’re ready for round two.”

Iriye watched as Aaron devoured her, her night just beginning.

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nubiawrites · 5 days ago

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chapter seven

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. oral (giving and receiving). sex.

Summary: Iriye and Aaron experience a night of firsts.