#Aaron Pierre fanfiction

[mymindisneverhere]

Masterlist 🩵

Aaron Pierre

Assistance

30 Whole Days

Let’s Make Up

Professor Richmond

Favors (in progress) - Part One | Part Two | Part Three

[inmymindiseethings]

One Night Only

I'm not putting warnings because fuck that. 4,901 words. I could definitely write a part 2 one day but only if @miyuhpapayuh or @kindofaintrovert ask me to because I fuck with them heavy and they always encouraged me, even when some of y’all were plagiarizing my work.

“Do you pick up strange men often?” I laugh at him and shrug one of my shoulders. His eyes are even more captivating up close. He was wreaking havoc on my senses.

“Am I picking you up? You were on me as soon as I walked through the door. Thirsty much?” He laughs, gorgeous eyes crinkling. God, he really was fine. I was definitely going to fuck him. I wanted him to turn me every which way but loose. 

“When I see something I like, I go for it. It’s the Gemini in me, I suppose.” His voice practically rumbles. It's doing something to me, and he senses it. Moving closer to me, he bends down to catch my eye. His scent floods my nostrils and I fight the urge to lean into him. Even in heels he towers over me, his bigness is attractive and I want to rub myself all over him like I’m in heat. He places a finger under my chin and tilts my head up. The eye contact is prolonged and intense. The hair on my neck raises and I swear I feel my nipples tighten. It feels electric. 

“Tell me you need a ride home, YN. Say ‘Aaron, I need a ride home. Will you take me?’ But know if you say that, I will take you. In every way we can manage it on every surface that will hold us.” I nod, swallowing quickly. “So what do you say?” I inhale deeply as his finger under my chin trails down my throat, then up again until his thumb caresses my jaw. I take a small step back, putting my hand on his chest, and to my surprise he moves with me until I am backed up against the wall. There’s nowhere for me to go, the hardness of the brick against my back amplifying the deliciousness of the trap.  I angle my head up as he brings his face closer to mine, his plump pink lips ghosting over my own, gentle warm breath slipping inside my slightly parted lips. I lean up on my toes, pushing into empty airspace, inhaling his exhales. My hand slides up his chest, fingertips interpreting his solid strength like Braille. He was going to put me through the mattress and it was exactly what I needed. I was no fool, so I knew what was necessary. 

“Aaron, I need a ride home. Will you take me?”

Sex with strangers ain’t really my thang. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done it before but I typically don’t make it a habit. So me taking this fine ass man home to fuck was definitely an anomaly in the trajectory of my sexual behavior. I wanted to see what this would be like, hell, I wanted to see what he would be like. Aaron helped me into the suv then walked around to get in himself. The ride was silent. I was hyper-aware of the chauffeur and I didn’t want to seem like a hoe. I didn’t know if this was his regular driver, if this guy was used to this man putting the moves on unsuspecting yet willing women, like myself. I felt my nerves building, the optics of the situation talking me out of dick that already wanted me, even if it was just for the night. I tapped my acrylics on my knees, attempting to pull my hemline down, as if I could suddenly invent more fabric. Aaron reaches over and takes my hand, bringing it to his lips. 

“Don’t be nervous.” I cut my eye at him then rolled them forward, indicating the driver’s presence. Aaron nods and pushes a button, the partition materializing and rolling up towards the ceiling, separating us from him. He then opens his arms and beckons me close to him and I slide toward him, watching his eyes watch my dress slide upwards with my movement, more thick brown thigh exposed to his gaze. When I finally get close he wraps his arm around me, the other hand landing on my exposed thigh. I make the mistake of looking up at him and he’s already waiting to hold my gaze, his face coming closer until he finally presses his lips against mine. What begins as a chaste peck, sparks warmth and intention. I am acutely aware of his hand on my thigh and wonder what it will take to make him want to explore more. I’m wrapped in him and I forget all about the driver or even the fact that we are still in the vehicle. His kisses are stealing my breath and when I gasp he takes full advantage of me being at his mercy, giving me tongue, which I quickly greet with my own. His lips are perfect and I can’t wait to feel them everywhere else. I hope he wasn’t the type of man that didn’t believe in eating pussy because his lips and tongue were made to make a kitty cry and mine wanted to spill all over him. I guess I was wrapped up more than I thought I was because we had arrived at my place and Aaron was sliding his hand down my thigh towards my knee and pulling away from me. I look up into his eyes, confused and he smiles, pecking my lips again.

“Darling, we’re here.”

******

You aren’t prepared for this, I thought as I lay on my back in my bed watching him. He had navigated his way through my home as if he was a regular in my house of love. I was barely a regular in this bitch these days. My dry spell had turned into a seasonal drought, which had turned into a permanent pause. I was rusty in seduction and he was about to give me a refresher course that would likely put me on the sick and shut in list. I haven’t lifted a finger since I put my key in the door. A man imbued with innate leadership skills, I found myself looking to him for what to do next like I didn’t pay the bills in this bitch. He took over, turning my key in the door and letting me in, slipping my coat from my shoulders and hanging it on the stand by the door, with his own. He then surprises me by kneeling at my feet, a sight that did more to my arousal than the makeout in the car. He wraps his large hand around my ankle and lifts my stiletto-clad foot off of the floor, removing my heel. I balance myself by holding on to his shoulders and he rests his forehead on my stomach. Even kneeling, his bigness is a force to be reckoned with. He places a small kiss on my stomach through my clothing and my center clutches. He makes quick work of my other shoe and slowly slides his hands up the back of my calves, grazing the back of my knees, up my thighs, until he slides his thumbs against the edge of my black lace thong on my hips. 

“Your skin feels so good. Your body is soft.  I can’t wait to feel all of you.” I suck in a deep breath because suddenly my heart is racing. I caress his cheek. Aaron tightens his grip on my thighs and stands up, wrapping my legs around him and burying his face in the crook of my neck. I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck and he walks us back towards the hallway where my bedroom is, never once ceasing to ply that delicate skin with the sweetest of damp kisses, eventually openly sucking my skin into his mouth. I trail my acrylic nails down the back of his neck and he groans so deeply into my skin, I can feel the broad, firm, contours of his chest vibrate against my breasts. I unwrap one of my arms from around him, working my hand between us so that I can undo the buttons of his tuxedo shirt. I undo his bowtie and pull it from around his neck as we cross the threshold of my boudoir. He walks me to my dramatic ass gold canopy bed and places me in the center of it, standing up tall, looking at me with those eyes that had shifted to a seagreen found only in the Caribbean Sea. He reaches towards me, slowly pulling his unspooled bowtie from my hand, drawing his fingers through my palm before releasing me. 

“Hm. I like your bed. I’ll be back with wine. Stay put. I’ll undress you when I come back.” He turns walking back down the hallway and as soon as he is out of sight I leap out of my bed. I scramble over to my shelf to light a few candles, moving two of them to each nightstand. I then insert a few cones of slow-burning lotus-scented incense, which would balance nicely with the subtle amber vanilla candles. I then dash to my ipad, scrolling on Spotify until I found my aptly-titled playlist In The Mood, a blend of soul, RnB, Roots Reggae, and Neo-soul, all specifically selected to leave a lady with a wet and willing center. I look into the large, gold, full-length mirror at myself. My makeup has largely held up, but I grab a q-tip off of my vanity and use it to fix my eyeliner. My lips are slightly flushed and bare, as evidenced by the intense kissing Aaron and I shared. I stare at my reflection, getting lost in my own eyes, a slight change of pace for the night. 

“You’re absolutely stunning. And you don’t listen.” Aaron stood in my bedroom doorway, watching me watch myself. I turn to him, meeting his eyes and give him a half-smile.

“I wanted to make it nice for you. Set the mood, you know.”

“The mood was set the moment our eyes met. I knew I wanted you more than anyone in the entire place.”

“Including the woman you arrived with.” I smirk at him, and shamelessly he nods. Men like him never play fair. 

“Especially her. I made sure she made it home safely, but honestly, I barely remember her name. I can only think of you.” It is everything a woman wants to hear, but the wrapping is too perfect on the box it came in.

“We’ll see.”

“We shall,” Aaron says, pushing himself away from the door jamb and walking towards me, putting his large hand on my waist and walking me backward until he’s once again assisting me onto the bed. His other hand holds an uncorked and chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and two of my favorite wine glasses. He puts the glasses and bottle on one of the nightstands and pours two glasses, handing  me one.

“To us, and everything we do with each other,” he toasts, and extends his wine glass to clink my own. We both take a deep sip, holding eye contact, before he sets his glass back on the nightstand and takes a step to the end of the bed again.

He removes his tuxedo jacket, laying it across the ottoman at the foot of my bed,  and reveals suspenders and a cummerbund. He puts his hand into his pocket, removing the untied bowtie, which he drapes on the edge of the bed, watching me as I slowly rub my legs together in anticipation. He then takes his suspenders off, one broad shoulder at a time, and I am truly delighted to see his muscles flex beneath the pristine shirt. He unclips his suspenders from his waistband and lays them individually with his bowtie and cummerbund. I’m hoping the meticulous way he handles these items is revealing the care and focus he will use to make me have multiple orgasms. 

“You know, I watched you most of the evening. You seemed bored with the event but watching you was so stimulating. You are pure temptation. Even watching you chew your food made my dick hard.”

“What a crazy thing to say,” I lean back on my shoulders to enjoy this unassuming striptease. 

“Is it? I wondered if you would be as neat of an eater if it was me in your mouth. You would never have to show that kind of restraint with me,” He starts at the top button, the collar rising high on his neck, hands moving lower with each undone button. 

“You want to be in my mouth Aaron?”

“Yes. I want to explore every part of you. I want to have you in any way I can. I want a long, long night with you. For you.”

“Well it seems like you’ll have it. It’s not even ten pm yet.” His crispy white shirt hangs from his shoulders and a strip of his chest is visible. He begins with his cuffs, undoing the gold cufflinks one by one, placing them with the suspenders, cummerbund, and bow tie.  

“I plan to make the most of it. Take off your panties for me, please. I look at him briefly stunned and he raises one of those perfectly-shaped brows. I was clearly taking too long to follow his instructions.

“You struggle with compliance. Typical of women who have been forced to be in charge because the men around them are inadequate. I plan to fix your compliance issues before I leave your home.” It's my turn to raise a brow, because I pay the bills in this bitch. He chuckles at my expression.

“I’m not in the business of letting men think they run me, Aaron. You fine, but you ain’t that fine.”

He nods and walks closer to me, pulling me to my knees in the center of the bed, then reaching behind me to unzip my dress, which I couldn’t wear a bra with, due to the design. I am suddenly naked, save for the pasties covering my nipples. My nakedness feels extreme in comparison to him but his response puts me at ease as his eyes morph, pupils dilating, irises turning darker with lust.  

“You are fine enough for both of us. I am just happy to be a man in your service tonight. This is your world.” He’s been saying all the right things and I feel my body responding to him. He’s a communicator, in all the ways, and his desire for me is evident. 

I make a move to touch him, the desire to stroke the planes of his defined chest that peek through his unbuttoned shirt. I trail my hands down, down, down, my fingertips learning the terrain until I reach his waistband, where his tuxedo trousers sit over that perfect butt. I tuck my finger into his pants and pull him closer still, reaching up to push his shirt off of his shoulder with my free hand. I telegraph my desire to get him naked and he lets me undress him while re-acquainted with my decolletage, his lips and tongue weakening me, matching my growing desperation. I undo the button on his trousers and before I can pull his zipper down, he grabs both of my hands in one of his, stilling my movements, all the while worshiping my skin. His kisses move lower until he meets the swell of my right breast which he continues to kiss lovingly, finally peeling my pasty from my nipple with his teeth only to then wrap his tongue around it. I whine, I tremble. I want more and I arch my breast into his mouth and he gladly sucks more of me in, before pulling away. I moan at the loss, my nipple hardening more now that it is wet and exposed to air.

“I had a feeling you would be nothing but a distraction from my plans. I have a solution for your impatience” He reaches down to the end of the bed and grabs his cummerbund and bowtie from his orderly pile and I look at him as he encourages me to lay back, my chest rising and falling with the increasing lust of the moment. He pulls my right arm, towards the right golden post of my canopy bed and makes short work of tying my wrist to the post. He then walks around the bed and ties my left wrist with his bowtie. He proceeds to use his suspenders to tie my ankles to remaining posts, making sure that the elastic was enough to reposition my legs for wherever his nasty mind takes him.

Only the gold cufflinks remain. 

He watches me in the flickering candlelight, the playlist deciding that Tyrone Davis himself needed to tell me that this man was in the mood. That long thick dick he’s been hiding from me is spilling all the tea necessary.

Still at the edge of my bed, he grabs the cufflinks, shaking them in his hand like dice. He runs his fingertips up my right leg, and a row of goosebumps appear on my skin, which he then traces. His fingers move up my thigh, past my wet mound, up my belly until he reaches my nipple again, and he circles it with index finger before bending to suck it into his mouth with gentle nibbles. I arch back into him, happy to have his hands on me again.

“These cufflinks are special. They tighten with a screw and are made to be adjustable. They are going to look real pretty squeezing your tasty chocolate drop nipples.”

I swear my pussy audibly gushes at his words. I can be a kinky bitch and I own a few sets of nipple clamps my damn self, but the fact that this man has restrained me with parts of his tuxedo and has plans to use his cufflinks as nipple clamps is pushing me to another state of arousal. I love sex toys and I love accessories, but there’s something too fucking sexy about this god of a man going MacGyver for my pleasure. My breath becomes shallow.

“Talk to me, beautiful. How are you feeling?” I nod my head and he brings my wine glass to me, lifting it to my lips so I can sip. 

“Empty,” I responded to his question. He sits my wine glass down and peels off my left pasty and sucks my nipple into his mouth, running his finger over my cuffed nipple, which tightens against the metal. My pussy is clutching itself, squeezing my nectar from me. He lifts up, making quick work of my nipple with the remaining cuff before lifting off of the bed, finally dropping his trousers. The way he looks in his black boxer briefs stops time and I gasp before I can stop myself, biting my lip in anticipation. The dick print is exceptional and I can’t wait for the next reveal. 

“Empty, huh? Well, I plan to fill you to the brim, YN. You need a moment to consider exactly what that means so I will be back in a bit.” Before leaving my room completely, he looks back at me, tied to bed naked, nipples clamped by his gold cufflinks, hickeys starting to bloom on my chest. I see him inhale deeply, like he’s pacing himself, then he leaves the room completely, leaving me to contemplate all the ways he plans to fill me up, to the brim, as he so eloquently described it.

He returns with a glass of ice water and he’s chewing something—grapes, I confirm when he kisses me again. Without preamble, Aaron walks over to the tablet and increases the volume, then settles between my legs. He reaches into the glass, takes out an ice cube and rubs it across my chest, over the newly forming hickey, and finally over both of my nipples, making me moan out. He rubs the ice cube over my heated skin down my stomach, sucking up the water trail left behind. As the ice cube gets smaller, he rubs it on my exposed clit before finally pushing it inside of my pussy. He does this again and again, each time pushing the ice inside of me. It the most exquisite torture. He’s filling me up sure, but the intense coldness paired with the sensation of rapid melting is making me wetter, more and more gushy. He lowers himself between my spread legs, winking at me before blowing hot air on my cold clit. 

“Aaarooonnnn…please.” I moan out in pure desperation. 

“What’s wrong, beautiful? You said you were empty and I told you that I planned to fill you up. I just didn’t tell you how.”

 He smirks, finally lowering his head to my promised land, licking me from the rooter to the tooter, and back again. We groan simultaneously, as Aaron finally puts us both out of our misery. I can still feel the remaining ice cubes, and he licks the melting water at my entrance before chasing the ice cubes with his tongue, one at a time. He spends an indescribable amount of time giving a new meaning to waterworks, before he finally removes the last remaining ice cube from me with his talented tongue, kissing up my body to deposit the flavored cube in my mouth, kissing my lips and chasing the cube in my mouth with that golden tongue. He sucks my clit back between his pillowy lips, running his tongue along the underside of it and I buck my hips into his face. He doesn’t hold me at all and insteads allows me to hump his face the best I can from my restrained position, chasing an orgasm that already has my thigh muscles twitching.

“Aaron! Yes! YES! Oh my god!” 

My words babble out of my mouth and I can feel him smile in my pussy as I send a small wave to crash over his top lip. He groans, finally grabbing me in both hands, lifting my pussy to his hungry lips. I splash on him and he eats me up, his beautiful eyes taking in my body’s reaction with rapt attention. I feel another orgasm coming behind the first one and before I can grab it, he grabs it for me, pushing two of his fingers into me, where they settle firmly against that special spot that unravels me and I sob, my body shaking with the force of his introduction to my g-spot. My walls tighten on his fingers immediately and I look down at him as he rises up, propping himself up to look into my eyes as his fingers fuck into me, stoking my walls, playing in my wetness in a way that is so disrespectful.

“I’m not that fine, but I can make that pum pum sing a song just for me, huh? You ready to eat those slick words, Beautiful? You had so much to say earlier. What do you have to say now?” The come hither finger movements make me want to scream, and before I can he puts his tongue into my mouth, eating my words for me.

“Beautiful, remember what I said earlier about compliance?” I can barely nod, too caught up in the sensations he’s forcing my body through.

“Use! Your! Words” Every word is accompanied by a thrust and the last one pushes me over the edge and my walls squeeze his fingers in an iron and wet grip as I come once again for him. 

“I will be compliant, I promise!” I say trying to catch my breath. I have been pulling at my bindings, but I can’t get free. He rubs my skin and my reddening chest, getting me to calm down, and my pussy releases his fingers enough for him to pull out of me. He quickly puts his wet fingers into his mouth and sucks off my essence, moaning at the flavor. He rises from the bed and I can see the strain his boxer briefs are under as well as the shiny dark wet spot blooming from where he’s been leaking. 

“I gotta eat that pussy again before the night is over,” Aaron says to himself quietly, shaking his head as if he can’t believe the turn of events.

“She’s here when you want her, I am currently in no position to stop you,” I say from my restraints. Aaron licks the last remnants of me from his fingers before reaching into his boxer briefs to stroke his dick, his beautiful eyes roving my frame the entire time. He swipes his fingers between my nether lips, gathering wetness to rub on the head of his dick, slowly stroking himself but still not letting me see that monster in all its glory. 

“I’m not supposed to want her again. This is supposed to be one night only.I was supposed to give you a ride home and give you this dick, that’s it.  But you got me thinking about the next time I’m gon have this pussy while I’m in the middle of having this pussy, and that can’t be. I got things to do besides run after a bitch with good pussy.”

With those words, he finally drops his draws, that glorious dick bouncing out, so hard it is standing tall, precum leaking down the pretty circumcised mushroom head. I take a long, good look at it. Aaron possesses both length and girth and the musculature of his body tells you that he fucks good. You aren’t prepared for this.

I expected him to put that big dick in my mouth but instead he climbs back between my restrained legs, using the elastic of the suspenders to his advantage as he lifts my right leg over his hip, rubbing the head of himself in my gushy folds. He briefly closes his eyes, centering himself before he pushes inside of me. It’s quiet, intense, and beyond description. He pulls out before pushing in again, getting more of himself wet. My heart rate increases as he pulls out again and plunges inside of me a final time, giving me the entire length and holding himself there, groaning deeply in his chest, his head buried between my neck and shoulder. 

“Fuck, I need your hands on me. I’m sorry baby, this round might end faster than I want it to, but I promise I will fuck you all night if thats what you want me to do,” Aaron says as he reaches up with his left hand to untie the bowtie that bound my left wrist to the post, then does the same with my right, untying the cummerbund.

“Baby touch me, please. I need to feel your hands on me.” He grunts when I touch him and I dig my nails into his shoulders as he begins to pull out of me slowly. I catch myself and pull away but he shakes his head at me.

“Nails, lips, teeth, I don’t care just touch me, please,” he groans out and I wrap my arms around him again. 

“You're so deep, Aaron. So fucking deep! Fuck!!” I yell as he increases the pace of his thrusts, stretching me out. My eyes roll back in my head and I stroke his muscular back while he strokes me.

“Good ass pussy. Fuck! You got some good pussy, baby. I can’t not give you this dick as deep as I can. You should be fucked well. And often.” He continues giving me these strokes placing kisses on my neck. His other hand plays with one of my nipples caught in the cufflinks. 

“So pretty, baby. You like this, huh?” I nod, my eyes closed taking in the sensations. 

“Open your eyes, pretty. I want you to know who is taking care of you like this.” He begins to pound into me, long stroking me to breathlessness and my pussy clamps down on him, gripping with a wet gush that has him fighting for his life to pull out, spilling his pleasure all over my stomach and I can barely respond, caught up in the force of his dick knocking my gspot into my throat, making me cum before I was ready. He rolls off of me, catching his breath before getting up to walk into my ensuite bathroom for something to clean me up. I look down at the evidence on my stomach and it's a lot. He cums big, just like he does everything else. I lay back down and try to catch my breath, wiping the sweat from my brow. He walks out of the bathroom and unties my legs from the suspenders before wiping himself off of my skin. I can’t move, so he hands me the glass of water and I take a sip before handing the rest to him to finish, enjoying the sight of his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat while he drinks. He climbs back into bed, pulling me into his chest and kisses my shoulders and neck. I look over at the clock. It is only 12:17 am and I can tell we’ve barely scratched the surface.

“Ready to go again, Beautiful?” Aaron nibbles along my shoulders, gripping one of my breasts, while my nipples remains pinched in his cufflinks. Arousal, lust, and desire firmly reseat themselves in my belly and I look up at him with adoring eyes. 

Fuck me all night, indeed. 

[thefantasyride]

This part made me feel #things. 🫣

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: 3P {1}

Title: 3P {1}

Lewis Hamilton x Famous Singer Reader x Aaron Pierre

Warning: Angst, 18+ Mature Content, Language,

Words: 2.6k

Summary: “Sharing is caring”, “The more the merrier”, “Love knows no bounds”. There are so many quotes that circulate that can be tied to love and relationships. Two of the many you like happens to be “Two is better than one” and “The more the merrier”. Now it wasn’t like you particularly and purposely went out your way to collect men. That wasn’t the case at all. It’s just that there were two gorgeous faces in the sea of bodies at Coachella that you couldn’t decide which you wanted more. So you decided why choose. That was 4 months ago and now everything was much more complicated than you’d ever intended.

Note: I am the hugest advocate of the “why choose” trope and "why choose" relationships when it comes to women having more than one man (of course while being responsible and transparent). So, we are gonna have our cake and eat it too y’all. Not sure how long this will be, but I’ll write it until it isn’t fun anymore. LOL.

Note II: Do y’all know what 3P means? Hehehehehe! I guess we should thank Ms. Brittany Spears.

As always, thank you guys for reading. I hope you enjoy this.

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Chapter One: Break Down

"I can't share you, Y/N. I--I can't--share you with him", Aaron said.

His voice was small as if he didn't even know if he truly meant the words. You picked up something else in his voice too--pain. Another thing you picked up was his refusal to look at you. But was it refusal or something else?

You sighed softly. It wasn't like you hadn't slightly prepared yourself for this. You had. You wanted to be realistic. The likelihood of both or even one of them being okay with what you were offering was always slim. You’d tried not to allow yourself to get comfortable enough where something like this knocked you out of kilter.

"I know it's not what you want to hear and it's not what you want but I can't. I won't."

Silence. He'd drawn the line in the sand. It was a bold line too. This was him saying that this was his hard limit and no matter how he felt about you he wouldn't cross this line. He was on one side while you were on the other. It had been shaping up to be a beautiful day. The sun was out, birds chirping, the flowers were out in full fragrance and the winds were gentle. It was a beautiful Paris day. Was.

"So that's it?"

Aaron didn't speak immediately. Instead, he kept his head down, elbows on the cafe table with one hand clasped inside the other, both making one large tense fist. You could see the tension in his shoulders and practically feel the discontent rolling off him. You were disappointed by his words, but you couldn't help but feel bad for him too.

"Look at me Aaron," you said softly.

He didn't.

"Come on--please."

He clenched his hands into a tighter fist which made the veins in his hands protrude even more. You tried hard not to imagine those strong hands around you holding you close to his body. You tried even harder to not reach for those hands. Hands you'd held tens of times, hands that had so gently caressed your face, possessively cupped your ass, and even protected you from encroaching paps.

So instead of doing any of that, you laced your fingers together so right not even a wisp of air could infiltrate them, then leaned forward with your elbows resting at the edge of the table so you were now in a mirroring posture to his.

"Aaron," you whispered.

His sudden jerk back took you off guard, as did the outburst that followed, "I can't Y/N! Goddamn it! It's taking everything in me right now to say this to you. If I look at you I know your eyes will make me second guess myself and I'll be right back where I started and that's being in love with a woman who isn't only mine. Sharing the only woman I've loved--truly loved."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. He'd said them out loud. There was always an air of love surrounding him and his dealing with you. Whether it was gestures to show it, presents to highlight it, thoughtful deeds to insinuate it, or passionate kisses and frenzied body groping in the dark to cement it, but never words to confirm.

Neither of you had spoken them. Now that the words hung between you, you didn't know what to say or do. Did you reach over and pat him on the back? Somehow slip your hand into his Fort Knox-like clenched hands and give them a reassuring and sympathetic squeeze? Lean forward and give him a comforting hug?

You spent so much time trying to think of the right response or reaction that you missed the window to reply or react and unintentionally catapulted this entire meetup into the proverbial toilet.

"Do you have any idea what it feels like to see pictures of you with someone else? I can be scrolling through socials minding my business and bam a picture of you and him out together comes across my feed with so many comments on how good you look together. That shit sucks especially knowing you were with me maybe 2 nights ago looking just as good with me."

You lowered your eyes now, unable to hold his gaze. An emotion similar to shame washed over you and you hated it. What did you have to be ashamed about?

"Or how it feels to see you smile at him the way you smile at me? Or to sit and wonder what you are doing with him if you say the same things to him you have to me. If you let him touch you the way you let me touch you, if you're kissing on him too or something more? Do you know what it does to me when we talk and suddenly you tell me you have to go and in the back of my mind I know it's because of him? Have you ever thought of these things Y/N? Because that is all I think about. These last 4 months have been..."

Aaron released a hiss of breath as he shook his head for emphasis. Silence stretched again. Throughout his outburst, the feeling never left you and it even brought a tight knot in your throat. You swallowed for the 10th time trying to clear it but failing. Grabbing your glass, you finished the Prosecco that had been abandoned ever since he'd first spoken.

"I get it," you quietly said.

"You get it? After all of that?"

"I don’t know what you want me to say, I mean you--this whole time you--"

"I know," he interrupted.

He shook his head again then looked at you with the coldest eyes he'd ever laid on you. If looks could kill you might have been on life support right now.

A resentful smirk spread his face before he spoke again, "You did say love was messy, that it knows no mercy and only one can win never two."

Aaron scoffed then nodded. "Sometimes it lasts in love but most times it hurts instead. Ha! When you said that to me I found it so odd and cynical of you and I found that slightly cynical part of you endearing especially in this world full of blind optimism. I get it now."

You reached for his hands wanting to touch him...needing to. However, abruptly he cleared his throat loudly and then sat back in his chair somehow teleporting himself oceans away though he was still barely 6 feet from you leaving your hands now the ones in the center of the table without his.

"I wish nothing but the best for you, Y/N. You deserve everything good in this world and that includes happiness. Remember that."

He stood then walked away only to stop after a few steps and come back.

"One more thing. It doesn't have to be just 1 person winning in love, it can be 2."

You saw the pain in his eyes, the disappointment, and felt like he was pleading with you to see the truth in his words. With that, he walked away leaving you sitting there to watch his back get further and further away. As he walked away, you were surprised to feel the urge to run after him, surprised by your desire to make things right. However, once his frame disappeared in the Parisian crowd those feelings disappeared, as did the shame.

You weren't the bad guy here. You had no reason to feel ashamed. You had done all the right things. Digging into your Chanel purse for some cash, you slipped the bills under your empty glass and then walked in the opposite direction.

One of the many things your mother drilled into you and your siblings growing up was life kept going and it never slowed so while you were stopped and paused on one hiccup everyone else had gotten 10 steps ahead of you.

"Buck up buttercup," you said to yourself hearing your mother's voice rather than your own. It was something you were used to by now. You carried her voice everywhere.

The rest of your day went on as it always did, quickly. Work always was your favorite distraction and now was no different. As you sat in the creative meeting that was set up to start off the long stretch of shoots you had scheduled all for a concert you were putting on, your mind battled between focusing and drifting.

When the meeting closed and location scouting began, your group went from place to place scoping out the best places for shots and you made sure your voice was heard to be taken into consideration for the final locations. It was slightly hilarious because you had remained so quiet earlier. You hadn't spoken up to Aaron or even said half the things on your mind.

Thankfully, the hectic chaos of the day made it so you didn't really have any time for yourself to allow your thoughts to wander. You'd always preferred being busy though it made it difficult to have a real life but now you were thankful for it.

Your disappointment carried you through the day and though it wasn’t forefront for you, but during your silent moments, it all came fluttering back. When you scrolled through your phone his name was still the last contact you'd texted and that brought back memories of him.

By the time you got back to your hotel, you were ready for a bottle of wine and a bubble bath filled with every one of your favorite essential oils. When you got safely behind your doors, you wasted no time doing just that. Not even 5 minutes after you sank into the piping hot water did your phone ring with a Facetime call.

Seeing Lewis' name on your screen made a wide smile spread across your face. At least things were okay there.

"Hey you," you said as soon as you tapped the accept button.

Lewis smiled but it didn't reach his eyes like it normally did. Those same eyes looked tired and something else that you couldn't place.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Are you okay? You look bad."

"Ha. Thanks, love."

"No not like that. You know you are always fine as fine can be, but you look off tonight."

Lewis sighed then moved sending the camera into shaking chaos. When the movement stopped, he was sitting up, back against something that looked plush and metal and showing plenty of tattooed skin.

"Just getting to bed too?"

"Yeah. It's been a long day," Lewis said rubbing the back of his neck, his braids handing around his face.

"Same. Longer than it needed to be."

He nodded as he stared at you as if he had something to say but didn’t know if he should.

"What is it?"

"I didn't expect you to be as great as you are."

You snorted and laughed. "Oh yeah? Expected me to be a bitch on wheels?"

"Funny. Not that just--different. Everyone knows you and there have been so many stories of you that everyone has their own version of you in mind and the way I thought you were made it easy, no not easy, but sensible or bearable for things to be how they have been with you--and him."

Choosing what to focus on right now, you momentarily ignored the nugget of info that sounded awfully close to him admitting he thought you were some brainless tart who was after fun, drinking, and money. Ignoring that for another conversation, your stomach dropped for the 2nd time today and you knew what was coming. It was quite possible there would be no other conversation.

"Uh-huh."

"And now that I am so great and not a nightmare?"

Lewis remained quiet for several moments and you sat there staring at the screen waiting for him to continue.

"And now...now it's not sensible and sure as hell not bearable to think about you and another man."

"I wonder if this is how your harem feels?"

Don’t start the bullshit Y/N. You know it's been months since I had anything to do with any of them"

"It was just a hypothesized assumption. You most likely just voiced what they can't because they don’t want to fall out of favor or be replaced."

"This has nothing to do with them or any of that," Lewis countered.

"Then what does it have to do with? This is coming from left field and I'm feeling pretty blindsided."

"I saw you guys today."

"What?"

"At that cafe together. There are pictures all over Daily Mail of the two of you today. Pictures of the two of you together after we texted, after you told me you were having drinks with a friend."

You closed your eyes then dropped your head back onto the stylish padded rim of the modernly luxurious freestanding tub.

"Wanna talk about blindsided now?"

The dry sarcasm in his voice was evident, "Did you want me to say I was having drinks with Aaron instead?"

Lewis hissed first, then spoke, "Shit I don’t even know. I just know I felt blindsided today and it's not the first time."

"Everyone wants to act like I am this bad guy when you knew from the beginning."

"Wow. This isn't about who is the bad...you know what never mind. He can be cool with this and your antics but--I--I can't do this anymore."

You sighed as a plethora of emotions filled you, annoyance, disappointment, sadness, anger, and hurt but that was just the tip of the iceberg. Rather than allowing each of them to blossom across your features, you steeled your face instead. More of your mother's words filled your mind.

"Don't let them see that they have an effect."

"Ok. I understand,” you said, voice even and hopefully strong.

Lewis stared at you now with a confused expression and eyes so intense it felt as if he were staring into your soul. This man and his intrusive eyes, you thought to yourself.

"You understand?"

"Yep."

He scoffed, shook his head then rolled his eyes. "Of course you do. Good luck to you and him Y/N. You--." He sighed then dropped his eyes before looking back at you. "I wish things were different, I wish I felt differently about you and that your mother's voice wasn't so loud inside your head. I hope you find happiness."

With that, the video ended, and you were left sitting in water that was piping hot a few minutes ago but was now as frigid as Scotland in December. For the second time today you'd been dumped and for the second time today you were tempted to go after another man with hopes of changing his mind, this time by calling Lewis back, but again--you didn't.

You sat there quietly for several minutes letting it all sink in. Then a hysterical laugh started, it was a laugh that came from the depths of you, making your entire being shake as it filled the room. The thought that brought it on lingered in your head making you laugh longer and longer. Before you knew it, your cheeks were wet with tears, and you were winded.

"Everyone wants me to be happy because I deserve it, but no one wants to stick around and actually make me happy. How ironic. How absolutely... ridiculous."

It was all too loud right now, too loud, and too much. Slipping under the water, you allowed the world to slip away and your brain to quiet, but it didn't completely. One looping thought remained.

"Were you in fact, the bad guy?"

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Aaron Pierre Fanficfion?

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anointed (18+)

pairing: Terry Richmond x black!reader

wordcount: 900+ (just a lil drabble)

warnings: this is just smut rlly, pre-established relationship, oral sex--kinda (f receiving), lots and lots of teasing, this pic because like.....

thinking about…

Terry using his big hands to pull you up onto his face, not even caring that your black lace panties were still on. He inhales, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in your scent. A mix of vanilla oil and your natural musky scent sends a shiver down his spine. A growl of approval. His eyes stare up into yours, watching you pant, growing needier by the second. Skilled thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh right above your hips, drawing circles to get you all riled up. 

He tugs you down until your clothed cunt kisses his soft, pink lips. You whimper, barely able to take the stimulation of his warm breath against your core, never mind his touch. As if he could read your mind, Terry puckers his lips and leaves a firm kiss, right above your clit. Your body jolts up, subconsciously wanting a break from the stimulation. Terry smirks, strong hands keeping you planted still above him. 

He leaves more kisses, slow, soft, passionate kisses. Like he was making love to another you down there. It had you hot. Especially with those sounds he was making, smacking and groaning against your panties, like a hungry animal getting its first meal in a week. He was savoring you. Savoring your taste. 

You whine and watch, stuck in a limbo of wanting more but needing a rest. Your hips didn’t know if they wanted to go up or down, instead settling for a lazy circle above his face. “Terry…p-please…” 

His precious eyes meet yours, a reflection of the most beautiful storm-filled skies. With a final kiss on the fabric, he sets you down to rest on his upper chest. Your right hand flies to his cheek, caressing the smooth skin there. Your eyes are full of awe, mixed in with a few handfuls of lust, matching his. “Please what?”

You know he’s serious when his eyebrows raise up at you, expecting a full, verbal response. You pout, wanting him to just give you what you need, because you know he knows. Terry knows that you just want his tongue buried in your sopping pussy, or his lips wrapped around your throbbing clit, pulling every drop of juice from your body– and because he knows, he’s not gonna give it to you until you’re begging for it.

You whine, not wanting to give into what he wants so easily, although your hips did not falter in their movements. Tracing a lascivious circle with your eyes low and bottom lip puckered out. He realizes that you don’t plan on speaking up, and opts instead for another route. 

In a second, you are back above his face, this time though he pulls you down into him. His nose and lips are buried in the soaked black lace protecting your pussy, nearly inhaling you through the material. You watch, mouth wide open as he eats you with your panties on.  

Terry’s big warm tongue flicks back and forth on the fabric,  mimicking the same exact patterns he would use on you any other time. The sensation is new to you, feeling like relief and torture at the same time. Your eyes squint down at him, eyebrows bunched up, wondering why the hell he was doing this to you, why he couldn’t just let you have what you wanted–what you needed. 

“Terryyy, fuck!! I’m– pleaseee..” 

He groans in response, eyes closed, a rough grumble vibrating through his chest and straight into your pussy. His calloused fingers tightly grasp your waist, keeping you firmly planted and allowing you absolutely no room to run from his teasing. 

Your cries and pleas went ignored, as Terry was much more focused on sucking every drop of moisture from your panties. You fall forward, hands and forehead resting against the cushioned headboard. “Terry, pleaseeee, I need you..” More kisses, wet and suctioned, you could hear them even through all your whining, and it doubled your neediness. 

“Just take them offff!!” 

Terry smiles against your warmth, more than happy to hear your needy voice finally cry out those words. He knew you would, sooner or later, and he didn’t mind waiting and putting his own relief on the back burner in order to get you there. 

With a firm slap to your ass, he lifts you off, quickly coming up and behind you. He pushes you down, hands on your waist while his thumbs press into that dimpled arch in your back. Terry spreads you apart, biting his lip as he sees how drenched and sticky your panties have become. He bends down, hands sliding back to your ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them, watching the way your pussy lips threaten to eat up the fabric. 

“This shit is so fuckin’ sexy, baby, what the fuck?” He groans out, dick twitching and surely creating a wet spot in his grey briefs. It strains against the cotton as hips grind up into the air.

You push your own hips back, far past tired of his teasing. “Daddy, pleaseee, stop playin–” Your whines are cut off, choked back into your throat as he rips the lace apart, exposing your molten core to the seemingly chilled air. Your essence drips down, slicking your inner thighs– the view reminded Terry of a fresh, warm, homemade honey bun, right out the oven. And there was nothing he was more hungry for at this very moment. 

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[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 1

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: 1,462

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, etc.)

A/N: I literally haven't written in years. I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

PART 2 => 🦋

"You look like you bite," I said looking at him directly in his eyes. They were a greenish-hazel color that resembled fallen leaves. Nothing about this man's appearance was hard on the eyes. His face, his eyes, his lips, his body, and even his smile were driving me silently insane. His presence was intimidating yet inviting. An aura surrounded this man that demanded attention and took up space.

He stared back at me with a challenge brewing in his eyes. "I do, but only if you want me to. I promise," he said not even hiding his smirk. All I could do was stare at this smug bastard. I knew that he knew the effect he was having on me. If he couldn't see it on my face, the heat from my body was evidence enough. I was getting hotter by the second.

"Mhmm," I said while turning away. I honestly just wanted to see what he would do. I couldn't let this man see me fold this quickly. I wasn't retreating; it's just that I needed a moment to promptly gather myself. I was fucking losing it. We hadn't even spoken three sentences, and I was already struggling to think. I was normally a quick-witted smartass with a lot to say. Everything about this man was short-circuiting my brain, and I didn't like one bit of it.

"Where you going? C'mere, lil' mama," he teased. The way that man's voice had me in a chokehold. It was thick, heavy, and warm like raw honey. All I could do was smile. I paused and turned back to face him. "Why would I come to you when I'm the meal? If you want it, come get it," I said motioning for him to come here. Now, why the fuck did I do that?

"Meal? I'd prefer it if you were dessert. Daddy's got a sweet tooth," he said striding towards me. He was closing in on the space that I was using for comfort. I felt like I was melting in the spot I stood in. I had to think about my next move. I had to do something. I took a breath and relaxed as much as I could before speaking. The last thing I wanted to do was show this man that I was a nervous fucking wreck. "Well, I guess it's a good thing Mama's a baker," I said while winking up at him. At this point, there was no space between us. We were chest to chest, and I could feel every rise and fall between us.

There was no turning back now. The smile that this man wore from what I said had me blushing. I couldn't cover it up even if I tried. Clearly, I had lost this battle, but I would try my fucking hardest to win the war.

We were way past the point of this being friendly or casual banter. The sexual tension was heavy between us, and I had some shit to prove. He reached up and gently caressed my chin. Breaking me from my trance as he spoke, "Focus, mama. Where your head at, pretty girl?" His smile was now even more intense and sinister. It was as if he was feeding off of my nervousness. Was he getting off on watching me react like this? A devil, I tell you.

At this point, all I could say to myself was "fight back, bitch".

"Just thinking," I said looking up at him. I was struggling to keep my composure. I bit my lip to hide the anxious smile I was fighting. He said nothing as his eyes dropped to watch my movements. His eyes flowed from my lip to my body and back up to my eyes again.

Antsy and nervous, I began to rock on my heels shyly. My facade was beginning to break, and I was crumbling by the second. "Uh oh. Is all that big girl energy fading away?" he asked slowly using his thumb to stroke my cheek. "Big girl energy? I'm a grown woman." I snapped back. I instantly dropped my eyes in regret. "Oouu, there she goes," he said raising one of his eyebrows. This man was taking me for a joke, and my dumbass was letting him.

I raised my head to meet his eyes again. "You don't take shit I say seriously. Do you,... Um... Wait, I never got your name," I stated while watching him and waiting for a response. "Yes, you did. I told you what it was. You don't remember? Huh, pretty girl?" he questioned gathering my hand in his. He held my hand while I struggled to remember if this man ever said his name. I couldn't recall him ever saying a name at all. I, for sure, would have remembered replying with mine if he did. Was I that dumbstruck by this man? Did he have me forgetting portions of this conversation?

Then, it hit me. He said a name, but there was no way in hell that he wanted me to call him that. Right? Did he really want me to call him "DADDY"? I couldn't call a man that, especially a man that I just met. This had to be a joke. I was pulled from my thoughts by feeling his hand cupping my chin. He raised my face upwards to meet his gaze. Those striking eyes were piercing down into mine, and I could almost swear his eyes had darkened to bronze.

The growing intensity of his gaze and the faint grip he held on my chin indicated that he was awaiting an answer. "Something tells me you know exactly what my name is. You just don't want to say it. It's okay. I'll get it out of you one way or another, lil' mama," he said laughing. "And how are you going to do that?" I asked raising my hands to play with the lower hem of his plain t-shirt. "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if I got chu yellin' it, screamin' it, whisperin' it, crying' it. As long as I got chu sayin' it, I did my job," he said leaning in closer.

I could feel the warmth of every breath he took on my neck. The heat from that alone was like a smoke signal. I refused to fall prey to my own desperation, but my brain and pussy were now working against each other. I desired to feel every part of this man in EVERY capacity. I needed a closer connection, so I used the hem of his shirt to softly pull him in closer. I wouldn't dare fold that fucking easily. Not like this.

*FIGHT BACK!*

The wheels were now turning in my head, and my brain was in overdrive. I had to finish what I started. He was right about one thing. I WAS A "BIG GIRL". A woman whose thighs destroyed jeans on the regular and who could talk a lot of shit but wasn't going to take much of it. I had to get him while he was close enough to feel it.

"And what job might that be? Huh,....Daddy?" I asked while trailing my hand up his chest to rest on his shoulder. "Mmmm..." he said taking a deep breath. GOT HIM! He removed his hand that was resting on my chin and rubbed the back of his neck. "What? Did I say something wrong?" I asked sheepishly. I was proudly smirking at this point. "Nah. You said everything right," he said smiling back at me.

I decided to take it up a notch. What was the harm in having a little fun? We were only talking after all. I couldn't believe I was feeding into this, but fuck it. "So, does that make me a good girl?" I asked stroking my hand along the back of his neck awaiting an answer.

I could feel the shift in his energy. Desire overtook his eyes. His playfulness had turned primal. "Are you?" he asked tilting his head while watching me. "What's the fun in tellin' you when I could just show you?" I replied as I stilled my hand to rest on his neck. He caught my hand and brought it to rest at his lips. He placed small kisses on the back of my hand. His eyes never left mine. "I guess that settles it, lil' mama. You busy tonight? I think I might have something fun for us to do," he asked smugly.

I knew exactly what this man meant, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. I just hope he can keep up because...

"Big Mama don't fold, and Big Mama don't quit. If you stay awhile, she'll show you some shit."

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Part Three

warnings: 18+, MDNI!, sub!Terry, soft dom!black fem OC, explicit language, lots of dialogue, slow burn (forgive me if I missed any)

Part One | Part Two

Terry stood in the large living room, looking at himself in the full body mirror as he tightened his tie. He stared at this version of himself for a long minute. He wasn’t the tuxedo wearing type but he had to admit it didn’t look bad on him. 

Khloé had managed to hire the perfect tailor to be sure the tux would fit just right. Terry spent hours being measured, trying on different jackets and pants, and walking back and forth to ensure comfort while wearing the tux. 

She was there for every moment of it, taking him in each time he removed a shirt and replaced it with a different one. She noticed the scar on his back near his right shoulder. She wanted so badly to ask him about being shot but she decided not to. She assumed that would be too much of a sensitive subject and she didn’t want to go that route.  

Terry looked down at his watch, a simple black watch that had to be approved by Khloé of course. He was big on being punctual as well, so he made sure to keep up with time even when Khloé wasn’t. 

“Your car is down stairs, everything is set and ready to go.” Olivia said, walking into the living room. 

Terry turned to face her unsure of who she was talking to. 

“I’m driving?” 

“Yes sir, a luxury sedan has been rented for the evening. Ms. MacArthur prefers not to have drivers, she’s very strict on privacy.” Olivia spoke quickly. “The destination is already in the GPS for you. The directions will begin as soon as you pull off.” 

“Thank you.” Terry nodded and proceeded to take a seat on the large sectional sofa. He looked down at his phone, reading the messages that were pouring in from Summer. 

‘A $16,000 check just came in the mail, I know you had something to do with it!!’

‘I can’t accept this, how am I going to pay it back?’ 

‘This is too good to be true, call me as soon as you can!’ 

He was so focused on the text messages, he didn’t notice Khloé enter the room until the scent of soft florals hit his nostrils.  

“How do I look?” She asked, staring at him, a bit of innocence in her voice. 

He eyed her, starting from her feet and making his way up to the crown of her head. The long red dress she wore accentuated her hips and brought in her waist. The details were subtle but didn’t go unnoticed by Terry. The strapless dress lifted her breasts, bringing out the natural shape of them. Her hair was pinned in a beautiful updo with a few pieces framing her face, a soft curl in each. And to top it all off her signature red lip, which was clearly her favorite… and his. 

The longer he stared, the more she felt herself wanting to shrink a bit but she did her best to remain unmoved. He hardly ever wore his emotions on his sleeve so reading him was becoming a bit of a challenge for her. The nervous feeling quickly began to fade as she saw his expression soften. 

“You look beautiful.” He stood. “Red fits you perfectly.” 

She smiled at him. 

“Well let’s go, I really don’t wanna be late.” She said, grabbing her small clutch purse. “My mother won’t let me hear the last of it.” 

They headed to the lobby of the condominium. As they passed through, they earned a few stares. People couldn’t help but to turn their attention to the two of them. Khloé strutting across the floor, Terry not too far behind her. They both had very demanding auras and together their energies swarmed the room without warning. 

“I have a question.” Terry said. 

“Ask.” 

“Is this something I need to get used to?” Terry questioned, referring to the looks they received a while ago. 

“Absolutely.” She smiled up at him. 

Their car was parked in front, a young man wearing a valet jacket stood by to be sure the car went untouched. The glossy black sedan sat already running, headlights shining bright. 

Without her needing to say anything, Terry walked ahead of her and opened the passenger door, waiting for her to climb in. 

“Ooh,” She started. “Keep it up and you might earn yourself a treat.” 

Terry smirked, trying his hardest to hide his amusement. He got into the driver's seat and adjusted the seat to his liking, scooting it back until he had the proper leg room. 

“A few things I need to go over before we get there.” She began. “If anyone asks where we met, we met on vacation.” 

“How long have we been together?” He asked, putting the gear in drive and pulling off. 

“6 months. Tell them you’re in real estate. They’re gonna wanna know if you make enough money to be with me.” 

He looked over at her as they approached a red light. 

“My family only sees money, they believe that’s the only thing that’ll keep me happy. They don’t care about love or any emotions for that matter. As long as the money flows, they will mind their damn business.” She said looking over at him. 

They stared at each other for a few seconds until the bright traffic light went green. Khloé went on to tell him how he should go about speaking to her parents, what to say and what to do. She filled him in on the latest drama with her siblings and her cousins and made sure to tell him who to look out for and who to avoid at all costs. 

“Anything else I should know?” 

“Lastly, my cousin Nia. She’s a bitch. I hate her, she hates me. She’s been in competition with me since we were teenagers. I get a car, she gets a car, I get a diamond bracelet, she gets a diamond bracelet, I go to Harvard, bitch breaks her neck to go to Yale.” She pointed a stern finger to him. “You can mingle with anyone at the banquet but stay away from that sneaky bitch.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

The car ride the rest of the way was silent but the tension was impossible to ignore. Every now and then Khloé would sneak glances over at Terry while he drove, one hand on the wheel the other on his lap. She stared at his hands imagining what they’d feel like inside of her. Images of him playing in her pussy while he drove began flashing in her mind and she quickly tore her gaze from him.

He could feel her eyes on him but his expression never changed. If there was one thing he’d taken away from being a marine, it was keeping his poker face intact. There was no way she’d know what he was really thinking unless he decided to let it be known.  

“You have reached your destination.” 

They pulled up in front of the large banquet hall surrounded by guests and valet. Finally coming back into reality Khloé took a deep breath before exiting the car. 

“I got it.” Terry said, before she could grab the door handle. 

Khloé smiled to herself. ‘This one comes trained.’

He rounded the car and opened her door, placing his hand out for her to grab. She stepped out of the car and smiled at some of the guests who were entering the banquet the same time as her. 

“Ready?” She asked. 

“Ready.” 

They reached for each other's hands simultaneously, intertwining their fingers as they made their way into the building. The sound of soft music playing in the background filled their ears, along with light chatter from guests. 

They stopped at the double doors that were propped open, leading into the ballroom. Turning to him, she began fixing his tie, not that it needed fixing but to simply try and cover her nervousness. She tightened his tie, dusted his shoulders and tugged lightly on his collar. 

“I make you that nervous?” Terry smirked, staring down at her. 

“As pretty as your lips are, they're gonna keep you in trouble.” She smirked back. “Let’s enjoy the banquet.” 

Khloe held onto his arm as they entered the large ballroom. Each table was draped in white cloth, expensive tableware and champagne flutes. A large banner with the words “MacArthur Banquet” hung from the ceiling just above the small stage in the room. Khloé looked around the room taking in her surroundings. Unlike Terry, Khloé didn’t do that good of a job at hiding her emotions. 

She worried about what her parents' would think of her date. She’d hoped and prayed they wouldn’t go digging into his background to find out that not only is he a warehouse worker but that he’s also a bit of a rebel. 

“Princess!” Mr. MacArthur announced, snapping her of her thoughts. 

“Hi Daddy!” She ran to him, giving him a hug as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. 

She greeted the woman standing next to him, placing a kiss on her cheek as well. Terry stood, admiring how they embraced each other. It was clear to him that this was her mother, the woman was a spitting image of Khloé just a bit older. 

“It’s so good to see you, you look so beautiful.” Mrs. MacArthur smiled, holding onto her daughter's hand. 

Her father tore his eyes from her and they landed on Terry. “Who is this?” 

“Mom, Dad, this is Terrance.” Khloé stepped back to stand next to Terry, placing a hand on his arm. 

“Terrance this is my dad, John MacArthur and my mom Angela MacArthur.” 

“You got a last name Terrance?” Mr. MacArthur asked, placing his hand out for Terry to shake. 

“Terrance Richmond sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Terry responded, firmly shaking the man’s hand and then her mothers. 

“The pleasure is ours. It’s good to see she has someone keeping her company. I just hope you’re a strong and patient man, my Khloé can be a handful at times.” Mrs. MacArthur smiled up at him. She turned her gaze to her daughter, bringing her into another embrace. “Don’t screw this one over, okay? You don’t want to be old and alone.” 

Khloé clenched her jaw before replacing the menacing look with a fake grin. Mr. MacArthur and Mrs. MacArthur excused themselves from the two as they made their way around the room, greeting guests as they entered. 

Terry noticed the sudden change in Khloés expression no matter how hard she tried to disguise it. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

“I’m fine.” She responded, running her hands down the length of her dress. “Let’s have a seat, they’re about to begin.” 

The family banquet began with greetings from Mr. and Mrs. MacArthur. The couple stood on stage thanking guests for joining them for another banquet and proceeded with their usual program. 

The banquet was yet another success as it had been for the past few years. There were small awards and acknowledgments being made all evening. From praises for large sales, increasing income and openings of new locations for the family business, the banquet had gone exactly as planned. 

However Terry couldn’t help but sense Khloés tense energy. It didn’t help that she had become a bit fidgety. Fixing her hair every 10 minutes, wiping invisible lent from his jacket and plastering an artificial smile on her face each time she would interact with the other guests. 

It wasn’t necessarily Terry's place to ask her about her relationship with her parents but he was very curious. He tried his hardest to remind himself of why he was even there to begin with. 

‘I’m doing her a favor, she’s doing me a favor.’ 

“I’m gonna go catch up with a few people, you’ll be alright by yourself won’t you?” She asked. 

“I’m a big boy, I’ll be fine.” He replied, taking a sip of water. 

“Stop testing me Mr. Richmond.” She warned, referring to his smart comment. 

He smiled, placing his glass back on the table. 

Khloé got up and made her way around the room for a bit, grabbing glasses of champagne as they were being offered to her. She mingled with family and friends, sharing memories of the past and hopes of the future. After a few glasses, she was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. A sudden boost of confidence washed over her, bringing her right back to her normal self. 

Remembering she had the finest gentleman in the room as her date, she wanted to make sure she was attending to him. She looked over to their table, hoping his eyes were already on her. Her excitement quickly faded once she noticed who he was talking to. 

“Excuse me, I hope I’m not being too forward but you are so handsome.” A woman said, causing Terry to look her way. 

She was tall, slim and snatched like a supermodel. She was a pretty woman but her style clashed with her looks. She wore a royal blue dress, bright gold accessories and red lipstick. Almost similar to Khloés but not quite. 

“Thank you.” He smiled humbly. 

“I’m Imani, I’m Khloés older cousin.” She held out her hand, palm facing down as if she was waiting for him to kiss it. 

He stared at it for a few seconds and decided to shake it instead. 

“Nice to meet you Imani, I’m Terrance.”

Imani laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Respecting your girlfriend I see, but I understand. I’m sure if she found out I was talking to you she’d lose her shit. She’s been in a silent competition with me since we were kids but she’s my little cousin so I’m flattered.” 

Terry nodded, allowing the woman to speak freely simply because he wasn’t interested in speaking to her at all. There was just something about her energy that wasn’t sitting right with him but he didn’t want to be entirely rude to her. After all, he was a guest at her family’s event. 

“Oops, I should go, she’s staring. Don’t wanna get you in any trouble. Enjoy the night handsome.” She said flipping her ponytail off of her shoulder and twisting her hips as hard as she could hoping he was watching. 

But his eyes met Khloés from across the room. She didn’t necessarily look pissed but she didn’t look too happy either. The look on her face was stern almost as if he had done something he wasn’t supposed to. He quickly recalled the name of the person he was told not to mingle with. 

‘Nia.’ He thought to himself, shrugging because he was in the clear. 

He relaxed in his chair, sitting back and parting his legs from one another but she still hadn’t broken their gaze. It was as if they were communicating with one another without needing to say anything at all.

After a few moments, she smiled and made her way across the room to him.   

“Dance with me Mr. Richmond.” She stated, staring down at him through a tipsy gaze. 

Terry stood as she grabbed his hand and led them to the small dance floor. They joined a few other guests on the floor as well. Some were relatives of Khloés, others just friends of the family. 

Once they reached a secure spot, they embraced each other. Khloé wrapped her arms around his neck, silently thanking herself for wearing heels given his height. Terry’s hands snaked around her waist and they slowly swayed to the soft music. The longer they danced, the more Terry could feel Khloé slowly relaxing in his embrace. 

They rested their heads against the others, her forehead comfortable against this jaw. 

“Can I be honest with you?” Khloé asked.

“Of course.” 

“I didn’t tell you the full reason as to why I offered you the money to be my boyfriend.” She started. 

“Why am I not surprised?” 

“I mean yes I need you for events and to keep my family quiet but…” Her voice faded. 

“But?” 

She took a deep breath and told him all that he needed to know. 

“The truth is I want you in the worst way.”

She felt his jaw clench against her temple as she spoke.

“The moment I saw you, the things I began to see in my mind were so… vivid.” 

“What did you see?” He questioned, keeping his voice as low as possible. 

Khloés breath caught in her throat at his question. She thought her honesty would tear him from her. Her admitting that she was simply lusting after him should’ve bothered him but instead he leaned into it. 

“I imagined the view I’d have of you, from down on my knees. I imagined how much fun I would have edging you until you begged me to let you cum. I saw myself tying you to the bed and riding you for as long as I wanted.” 

Terry’s jaw clenched once more but he remained silent, still holding onto her waist.  

“You’d cum again and again and again.” The longer she spoke, the easier it was becoming to speak freely. 

She looked around the room to be sure no one was paying them any attention and she was right. They continued to sway back and forth to the soft music being played by the live band. She could feel his heartbeat increase as she held onto him. His breathing was steady but the rest of him was rising. 

“I felt bad at first because you seemed like a sweet and innocent guy. But in all honesty, I enjoy dominating men.” She admitted. “Not just any men but the ones who reek of dominance, men like you. The ones who walk around so unbothered, so unfazed. Always wearing a straight face because nothing can sway you. But I know you want to feel my lips around your dick. That’s why you get so stuck in a daze staring at them while I’m talking to you.” She spoke, her lips gently brushing against his neck.

Terry let out a deep breath but still remained silent. There was no need in denying any of what she was saying because all of it was true. 

“You know what I love the most about the male anatomy? It’s that no matter how much you try to hide it, no matter how still your expression is, I’ll always know how bad you want me.” She brought her hand to the back of his head and lowered it so her lips were level with his ear. 

“I can feel you through my dress.” She whispered. 

Terry tightened the hold he had on her waist, bringing her even closer to him. He was hoping that no one else would notice the “excitement” that she was feeling. Deep down, he wanted so desperately to drag her off the dance floor and find the nearest bathroom or utility closet, but he was at her command. He wouldn’t move until she gave the green light to do so. 

“Why are you so quiet Mr. Richmond, cat got your tongue?” She teased. 

“No ma’am, I just don’t have a lot to say right now. Only a couple of things I wanna do.” 

She giggled at his response. She had him exactly where she wanted him, craving her but unable to do anything about it. They were in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by dozens of people, there was no way he’d do anything to draw attention to the two of them. 

“I was looking forward to tasting you tonight but your behavior needs adjusting.”

Terry stood up straight, bringing his eyes to meet hers. 

“What’s wrong with my behavior?” He asked, his eyes shifting back and forth between hers. 

Before Khloé could respond, her mothers voice erupted through the speakers. Khloé turned to face the stage, pressing her back against his abdomen. She figured since she was the cause for his excitement the least she could do was help him conceal it. 

“Thank you all so much for another successful MacArthur banquet! Congratulations to all of the recipients of tonight’s awards.” Mrs. MacArthur spoke into the mic. “We love to see our family and friends grow in business, in love and in prosperity as the years go by.” 

Everyone applauded as she made her closing announcements. 

“Don’t forget to grab a goodie bag on the way out and please drive home safely. We will see you all next year, goodnight and God bless!” 

Khloé turned to grab her things from their table, she said her goodbyes to her family and made her way to the car. Terry was right behind her, replaying the night in his mind. He did just as he was told, interacting with little to no guests and speaking when spoken to. So what was she talking about?

“Do you have the ticket for valet?” Khloé asked him a bit nonchalantly. 

Terry dug into his pocket and handed the ticket to the man dressed in a red jacket. Within a few minutes their car was pulled to the front of the hall. Terry opened the door for her and then made his way to the driver's side. 

“What was wrong with my behavior tonight?” Terry asked, looking over at her. 

“Just drive please.” She spoke softly, not even bothering to look over at him. 

Terry took a deep breath before pulling away from the curb. They made their way back into the streets of downtown. The ride was silent once again. Terry was racking his brain trying to figure out what she was talking about but nothing was coming to the surface. Khloé sat quietly, not planning on telling him what he did wrong until they were back at her place. 

“You have reached your destination.” 

Terry unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car. A few seconds later, he opened Khloés door and waited for her to step out. He handed the keys to the valet and they made their way into the building. Khloé walked a few feet ahead of him, enjoying the feeling of having this grown man following behind her everywhere she went. 

Khloé pressed the button to call the elevator and stepped inside once the doors opened. Terry pressed the button marked ‘30’ and they sat silently for the majority of the ride up to her condo. 

“When we get upstairs, take off your jacket and dress shirt and wait for me in the living room.” Khloé instructed, keeping her eyes forward. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“30th floor” 

The two made their way down the long hall and entered her home. Terry did as he was asked and placed his clothes on the arm of the couch. He took a seat, only dressed in his undershirt and pants. While Khloé was off in her room, he took this time to respond to Summers' messages letting her know that he’d be by to explain everything to her. 

Khloé stepped into her bathroom to remove her dress. She wore a black panty and bra set underneath, already prepared for the night. She grabbed her black satin robe and slipped into it, not bothering to remove her heels. Taking one last look in the mirror to be sure she looked good, she made her way into the living room. 

“Stand when I enter the room.” She spoke, causing Terry’s head to snap up. 

He stood from the couch and eyed her from head to toe. Her body was heavent sent. Decorated in lace fabric, her skin slightly glistened from the mixture of body shimmer and the soft lighting in the room. His dick began growing in his pants again as she stood there staring at him. 

“Come.” She said, pointing her finger to a spot directly in front of her. 

Terry walked around the small coffee table, slowly approaching her until the top of their shoes were almost touching. She loved that he towered over her even in her heels. As intimidating as he could be at times, she enjoyed the fact that she was the one truly in charge.  

“Before I start, you do get a say in this, I’m not a completely inconsiderate bitch.” She started. “If you don’t want to do this just say so and I’ll call it off.” 

“Did you hear me say that?” He asked. There was that smart ass mouth again. 

Khloé smirked at his question. “I need your consent Mr. Richmond.” 

“You have my consent Ms. MacArthur.” He stared down at her with a sly grin on his face. 

“You’re familiar with these right?” Khloé held up a pair of handcuffs, loosely dangling off of her fingers. 

Terry let out a light chuckle, still keeping his eyes on hers. 

“Turn around.” She instructed. 

Terry did as he was told. 

This was the first time she was seeing him nearly undressed, up close like this. Her eyes roamed from his freshly cut hair, down to the back of his neck and landed on his broad shoulders. She licked her lips as her eyes continued down the length of his toned arms, and finally landed on his ass. She held her breath as she tried to restrain herself from saying “fuck it” and pouncing on him. 

“You gone spank me for being a bad boy?” He joked sarcastically, bringing her back to the present. 

“You’re not funny. Besides I don’t like to cause pain, at least not in that way.” She answered, placing the cuffs around his wrists and clicking them closed. She grabbed his arm and walked him to the end of the sofa. She turned him round until he faced her and took a few steps back. 

They stared at each other for a while. There was no need to speak because the amount of hunger in the room from both parties spoke volumes. Terry stood tall, hands behind his back, eyes low and rested on hers. The wifebeater he wore almost clung to him the way his toned body filled the thin fabric. Terry waited patiently for her next command, his expression remaining as calm as ever. 

The only sound in the room was their breathing. Khloé stood there secretly hoping that this would be her last partner or simply one that could last her a very long time. She doubted that she’d ever come across someone else who was crafted as perfectly as he was. His body, his voice, his eyes, his whole damn face and especially those damn lips. She only hoped that his skills in bed matched his looks. 

“On your knees.” 

to be continued… 

[chaithetics]

Ahhhhki7rrijhfesjlpoyhhjhaaughhhee!!!

Softie, my jaw is on the floor and I'm speechless💞

You know You Love It

MDNI // Explicit!!! // WC: 1.5K// Warnings: slight dom sub dynamics, but not really, somone making you do things you don’t want to do, you know how consent works. I’m not your Momma. // mastierlist

AN:// this was way shorter than I thought it would be.

Real AN://, this fic is heavily inspired by @megamindsecretlair go check out her Terry Fics if you haven’t already. This one is def exist becaue of the recent one she put out based of a request.

Terry was tired.

He had a long day at his new job; he wasn't sure if he cared about it.

How long this would last, he wasn’t sure, but he had a reason to have one now. You were good for it.

He sighed when he saw you in bed, still sleeping. The sheets were rumpled, no corner left unturned from his side to your side. You were currently on your stomach, leg turned up towards your face and your other leg hanging off the side of the bed. Your eyebrows fitfully scrunched together, your lips pulled tight in a frown.

Bad sleep was still sleep, and you needed every bit you could get.

He took a shower, taking his time to wash the frustration of the day off of him.

When he was done, he walked into you now on your side with one hand by your face. Your other guarding your side.

As if hearing the towel pat against the skin, or maybe it was the soft rustle of his t shirt and loose pajama pants sliding along his skin, but your eyes fluttered open.

“T,” you softly called out, your voice thick with sleep, “is that you?”

“Yeah, I just got home.” He sat on your side of the bed, reaching out to touch you wherever was closest. He caressed the skin of your leg. Your skin was always so soft, if not a little warm. Despite only having a tank and the slimmest shorts you could find to keep cool because you can’t stand being hot at night, you were still hot to touch. Somehow, no matter how little clothing you wore, it didn’t work.

You sat up, and moved towards him. Straddling his lap.

“You don’t have to get up. You should sleep.”

“Don’t want to.” Your tone was playfully apathetic. “We can sleep later.”

He clenched his jaw, fighting to not show his frustration. No matter how wide your eyes got, how you batted your eyelashes at him, you were putting on. Always putting on.

You knew when you were irritating him and showing it only made you put on worse.

“What are you doing?” He said even and calmly as he could, hiding the bite in his voice.

You slid down onto your knees in from of him. Your expression soft and innocent.

“You promised.” You batted your eyes up at him.

He kept his gaze even and cool, unwavering.

“Terry.” You pleaded.

“Okay, just. . .” He sighed. . .“okay.”

You flashed your teeth in a smile that was oh so pretty. Your shoulders relaxing into a normal position your eyes fighting their sunken state, showing in the sweetest way just how alive and in it you were.

How could he said no no to that.

Not breaking his firm steady gaze, he pulled himself out of his pants, already half hard.

Despite your sweet face, it was cruel how slowly you dragged your tongue from the base to tip. Tenderly, you massaged the tip with your tongue, lathing the bit of precum before placing small wet kisses on it.

His hips dipped on the bed and his back arched slightly, his dick bobbed against your lips, eager for more.

“Cut-cut that out.” He stammered fighting to keep his voice stern. “Just put it in your mouth.” He managed to scold you.

You ignored him, placing wet kisses down his length, your breath fanning across his sensitive skin with each one. Slow, so terribly slow, you lathe at his balls with your tongue.

“Fuuhck.” He balled his fist at his sides, squeezing the sheets so tight his knuckles were two shades lighter.

He didn’t want to get so loud because that shit only made you worse, but when they were finally wet to your liking, gingerly wrapping your mouth around one, you slid your tongue around it in small circles, not too harsh or too soft, he couldn’t help the low drown out groans that spilled out of his mouth.

You let it go with a pop before moving on to the next one.

He was leaking so much. It was spilling down the sides of his dick, it was dripping from tip.

His balls tightened in your mouth and with a hot gasp you pull off.

“Shit,” your tone too normal and light, like you haven’t been teasing the fuck out of him, “I don’t mean to do that for that long.” You looked up at him like you were sorry. Your long lashes batting up at him apologetically.

His dick stuttered, threatening to bust.

“Fuck you.” He strained out in a wine. His eyes dark and stormy through their just blown gaze.

“Oh. . .” Your eyes went wide before fluttering elsewhere, darting around the room.

You took it too far and now he was upset. You frowned with a pout, but he promised. How can he get so mad if he promised.

Not wasting time, you took him in your mouth, his hips pushing his dick past your lips just as much as you were taking in, desperately thrusting up.

Now that you could set your own pace tonight you didn’t have to take him all the way so soon at the start, you could take your time, jerk the rest of him with your hand, and finally savor the taste of him in your mouth, the smooth velvety skin and the natural musk he exuded from every pore.

You sucked a little harder hollowing your cheeks as you did, eager for more.

“Ah,” he hissed, “wait, fuck. . .baby wait.”

It was too late, he was already filling your mouth.

You spit whatever was left in your mouth and latched back on him.

He roughly pushed at your forehead, making you wince, but the more he did that the harder you sucked his softening dick to keep it in your mouth. His stomach and chest heavily heaved up and down as he breathed in and out.

“Quit. . . Playing.” He strained against gritted teeth, fighting the whimper bubbling up his throat.

You swatted his hands away.

Eventually as you slowly mouthed at his dick, he got hard again and his groans and whimpers subsided.

Satisfied, you moved your head back to let go and sit on top of him. Your pussy wet and desperate to finally have him inside, but a large hand firmly grasped the nape of your neck as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.

“Where the fuck you think you going?”

He set a hard and brutal pace.

The wet sound of his dick sliding up and down your throat as you whined around him made your pussy ache around nothing. The hair of his base roughly tickling at your nose as his balls slapped occasionally on your chin.

“If you love my dick so much,” he emphasized his point by holding your face against his hips, savoring how your throat clenched and unclenched around him as you choked on him, “why do you keep spitting it out?”

He looked down at you with a smirk, wiping a stray drop of his cumb that leaked from your mouth before shoving it back inside with his dick, pushing just a bit more for you to make a sloppy choked sobb on his dick and finger he pushed inside with it .

“You know how much that hurts my feelings.”

It was Terry’s favorite sick game he liked to play.

The first time you ever sucked his dick, without thinking you just spit it out when you were done, he was taken aback, almost offended. The way his face fell and his eyes dropped was almost cute, big, wide, and cloudy with somber soft gray blue clouds, but it didn’t stay that way. He liked to force you to swallow sometimes, and you never knew when that day would be.

Tonight was one of those times.

His grip on the back of your neck tightened. His hips started to thrust down your throat with as much fervor as his grip on you was shoving you towards him. With a low, drawn huff of a groan, he spilled down your throat. The thick hot spurts of his cum sliding uncomfortably through your body, filling your belly with a particular warmth you weren’t too fond of.

You meweled against his softening dick as the tightening of your muscles released. Your thighs starting to seize and tremble as you came undone, unexpectedly coming in a way you did not want to as well.

“Shh.” He rubbed your face with a thumb as he came down your throat and you spilled around nothing. “You know you like it.” He murmured.

[inmymindiseethings]

I know you said earlier this year that you were out the game but I have Aaron Pierre fever real bad and while I have been gobbling all of these Terry Richmond fics up, I feel like your voice is missing from this fandom. You really know how to write. Can you give a bitch a crumb? I am BEGGING

okay you know I love me a fine man and I watched this movie so I get the hype. You aren't the first person to ask and I did dip my toe into the fandom. He's fine. And considering that Yahya has abandoned us, I might have to jump ship! Anyway, here's a little something I wrote just now, in response to this ask. Let me know if you think I should finish this. I am not sold on it.

“Do you pick up strange men often?” I laugh at him and shrug one of my shoulders. His eyes are even more captivating up close. He was wreaking havoc on my senses.

“Am I picking you up? You were on me as soon as I walked through the door. Thirsty much?” He laughs, gorgeous eyes crinkling. God, he really was fine. I was definitely going to fuck him. I wanted him to turn me every which way but loose. 

“When I see something I like, I go for it. It’s the Gemini in me, I suppose.” His voice practically rumbles. It's doing something to me, and he senses it. Moving closer to me, he bends down to catch my eye. His scent floods my nostrils and I fight the urge to lean into him. Even in heels he towers over me, his bigness is attractive and I want to rub myself all over him like I’m in heat. He places a finger under my chin and tilts my head up. The eye contact is prolonged and intense. The hair on my neck raises and I swear I feel my nipples tighten. It feels electric. 

“Tell me you need a ride home, YN. Say ‘Aaron, I need a ride home. Will you take me?’ But know if you say that, I will take you. In every way we can manage it on every surface that will hold us.” I nod, swallowing quickly. “So what do you say?” I inhale deeply as his finger under my chin trails down my throat, then up again until his thumb caresses my jaw. I take a small step back, putting my hand on his chest, and to my surprise he moves with me until I am backed up against the wall. There’s nowhere for me to go, the hardness of the brick against my back amplifying the deliciousness of the trap.  I angle my head up as he brings his face closer to mine, his plump pink lips ghosting over my own, gentle warm breath slipping inside my slightly parted lips. I lean up on my toes, pushing into empty airspace, inhaling his exhales. My hand slides up his chest, fingertips interpreting his solid strength like Braille. He was going to put me through the mattress and it was exactly what I needed. I was no fool, so I knew what was necessary. 

“Aaron, I need a ride home. Will you take me?”

[avoidthings]

kitchen’s closed | t. richmond

About: Terry catches you in the kitchen late at night and has his own idea of a midnight snack. [word count: 2.1k] Warnings: Explicit language. 18+ Readers Only. Oral (female receiving), Unprotected PIV (wrap your willy, pls). I had concepts of a plot. 

It was well past midnight in North Carolina, and you could hear the crickets and other critters abuzz outside of your bedroom window. You stared at the sliver of moonlight cast between your curtains, realizing the clutches of insomnia had sunk its sneaky fingers in you yet again. 

Your boyfriend, Terry, rarely stirred in his sleep, and kept a hefty arm draped over your waist every night. Being that he was ex-military, it was sort of ironic how heavy of a sleeper he was. Some evenings you tried to count the rise and fall of his chest instead of sheep, but rather than lulling you to bed it just disgruntled you. You wanted to poke the bear awake and damn him for leaving you so smitten. 

The room was quiet aside from the bustle of the outdoors, and you thanked God your man didn’t snore or else this would feel like a torture chamber. You flipped through the rolodex of your thoughts and landed on recapping your day; you went to work, Terry picked you up and made a stop at Kroger, then you two watched some sitcom reruns for a bit. House rules were to grab takeout after grocery shopping so neither of you had to bother with cooking something. 

All that thinking of food must’ve sent a reminder to your stomach. You exhaled as it grumbled. While very cute, you would rather not see Terry’s grumpy face should he discover his miso soup missing. You perked up at the memory of slipping a pint of ice cream in the shopping cart earlier. 

It was counterproductive, solving sleeplessness with sugar, but you hoped Ben & Jerry’s would be your saving grace tonight. You peered over your shoulder to find your boyfriend as sound as ever, eyes fluttered closed like a saint. 

After a silent prayer, you wriggled from his hold and toed out of bed. You pattered around the twilight of the room, starting your mission to the fridge. Past the master bathroom, the thermostat, (which nearly broke the two of you up), and to the far right of your living space was your destination. Thankfully, the range hood light was on so you weren’t too sore of eyesight. 

You opened the freezer and plucked out your reward. After grabbing a spoon, you settled in, sitting on top of the counter. The granite was cold against your bare thighs, your body only blanketed by a worn t-shirt that hung off your shoulders. 

That first mouthful was instant gratification and you nearly rolled your eyes back in delight. 

“Baby, what are you doing up this late?” You were startled by Terry’s voice, the tone more gruff from the interruption of his slumber. 

You were caught red-handed, spoon in mouth, so you shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Wanted something sweet.” 

He hummed. Terry made his way closer, no longer a distorted shadow in your peripheral vision. He had come to bed in only his sweatpants and socks. 

Terry had a glow about him, even in the dim of your surroundings. He slipped comfortably in your personal space, stepping right between your legs. You relished in the warmth. 

You had to look up even with the extra height the counter gave you.

“Sorry to wake you. I know you have to go for your run in the morning,” you said. 

Terry gave you a lazy smile and shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. Everythin’ okay?” You nod wordlessly. 

“Hey!” You protested when he nabbed the pint from you, his hands quicker than your reflex to reach for it back. It was a battle you would more than likely lose anyway. 

He successfully hushed you by taking a scoop from the container to raise to your lips. 

“Open.” 

You held his gaze as you took what was given, inciting a groan that rumbled low in his chest. 

Terry obliged you once more and made notice of your tongue swiping to the corner of your mouth to catch what you missed. His own hunger dwelled in his underbelly. Between your job returning to the office and his growing trucking business, you haven’t made much time for intimacy as of late. 

“I think I’m in the mood for somethin’ sweet too.” The spoon and tub clattered by your side and he disappeared from your view. 

“Terry--” 

“Open,” he demanded once more, kneeling toward your feet, causing fire to crawl up the back of your neck. He did not take kindly to being ignored, and you wanted this to be an easy night, so you let your legs spread apart. 

He tossed one behind his shoulder, mumbling something inaudible to you. A kiss to your ankle, the inside of your knee, then your thigh. 

A yelp pierced the air when Terry’s large hands claimed the curve of your hips, tugging you closer to the counter’s edge. Your clammy palms braced themselves on the flat surface beneath you. You could feel his smirk and goatee rubbing on your exposed skin. 

Your breath quickened with the anticipation of what was next. His mouth ghosted over your center, blowing on your clit through your dampening panties. 

“Oh, fuck,” you shuddered. 

He was a merciless man, dropping open-mouthed kisses to your clothed center. He retreated as you tried to furl into his touch, reaching underneath your shirt to roll your nipple for more stimulation.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Terry inhaled your scent without shame. Finally, the cotton of your undies was torn from your pelvis to who-knows-where. You felt the coolness of the air over your exposed skin for a brief moment, the absence of touch not lasting long. 

You jerked, feeling his tongue swipe a slow strip up from your wet entrance, gathering your slick. He lewdly spat it back over your clit and sucked until you cried out. Terry ate you without abandon, with little regard for any manners, overtaken by his own greed. --

“I missed how you taste, baby.” Voice muffled in between your legs, his eyes flitted up at you, earnest as always. Terry’s grip maintained the underside of your thighs, keeping your legs spread so he could continue to steal all breath and sense from you. 

“Oh my God,” you moaned. Your brain and your body sounded an alarm, reeling with the increasing need for release. His name fell like a chant from your mouth. 

Two fingers pushing into you caused the band to snap, Terry immediately seeking the button that left you gushing. He was unaffected when your heel dug deep at his shoulder, urging his face further in your pussy as if it was possible. His fingertips sped in pace, turning your mewls into high-pitched squeals. 

Soon enough, your back bowed with the intensity of your orgasm. He tightened his hold, keeping you steady as the current flowed through you. “That’s my girl,” he kissed and licked you through it. Pleasure never reached a precipice when you were under his care, and you shouted to the heavens.

When your legs eventually deflated, your hands found his ears, rubbing behind them gingerly. A grunt slipped from his mouth.

Terry staggered to his feet, hooded eyes glazed over your heaving body. His teeth nipped between your breasts over your shirt, up to your collarbone and your neck. You hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him in to feel his erection prod at your inner thigh. 

Instinctively, he rutted up against you and you sighed. You were warm all over, sheeted with sweat and clenching around nothing, wanting only to be full of him. 

His lips left your jawline and found your mouth, luring you into a mind-numbing kiss. You cradled Terry’s face in your hands and took control, allowing your tongue to slot against his. It felt all the more indulgent, the lingering taste of chocolate on your lips mixed with your own arousal. 

He was still rubbing on your leg and it only intensified your need for connection. Like a minx, you curled into him, purring in his ear. “Terry, I need you. Please.” 

Your hands lowered to explore the solid planes of his body, all of its beautiful ridges and scars. He leant down so his forehead was touching yours. “Fuck, I need you too, baby. Been losing my damn mind about you,” he breathed.

Terry yanked at the waistband on his joggers and his dick sprung free. You two didn’t usually forgo protection but your cycle was around the corner, and desperation made your judgment very foggy. 

His fingers splayed under your shirt to grasp at your plush waist, thumbing the folds of your belly from where you sat. Terry pushed his way inside, coating himself to about half of his length. You sighed into his hold, legs locked at his torso, trying, and failing to meet him in the middle. 

Without much effort, he stilled your movements. Terry pulled out slowly, and slapped himself over your clit twice, leaving you to squirm pitifully. “Stop teasing and just fuck me, already,” you whined.

Terry did as told and burrowed into you in one, deep thrust. You ate your words in a choked gasp. His head cocked back as he felt your walls squeezing him, putting the cords of his neck on full display. 

Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you tried desperately to hold on to the thread of resolve you had left. Terry trampled on it when he set a brutal pace, drilling in you like you owed him something. Your ears were ringing with your own moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. It all felt like too much, far too soon. 

You pressed a hand to his chest feebly and whimpered. Promptly, he grabbed your trembling forearm and kissed the inside of your wrist. “I’m fucking you like you wanted, huh? Why you tryna run from me?”

“It’s t-too, m-much,” your words were slurring and you frowned through the pleasure, hoping he’d give you relief from his punishing strokes. That all too familiar storm brewed in your belly again and you couldn’t stifle any noise that left your lips. Each thrust brushed against that sensitive spot within you, and you try your might to stave off your climax. 

His stare was focused on you, utterly enamored by your carnal state. “Terry!” You wailed, slapping the countertop behind you and shifting to scoot away. The crack of his hand on the side of your ass rang loud and welled your eyes with fresh, salty tears. Terry landed a sweltering kiss on your lips to pacify you. 

He gripped you by the coils at the nape of your neck, and you blinked at him, huffing out shattered breaths. You wanted to ask him why he was fucking you like this, and what did you ever do to deserve it. But your brain could only compute expletives. You clenched and unclenched around him greedily, and his teeth clashed at the sensation.

“Stop holding back, I can feel it. Let that shit go.” And under his spell, you did, surmounting to a shaking ball in his arms. Your toes curled at his sides and his rhythm didn’t falter, his own release not far behind. You keeled with overstimulation, the air feeling sticky on your skin.

Terry’s hands abandoned your waist to cup your ass, bouncing you on his dick in hardy, final thrusts. You bite down his shoulder so you don’t scream loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. His head is buried in the crook of your neck now, sweat dripping on your collar. 

“‘Gonna make me cum all in this tight pussy, fuckk,” he groaned, ropes of his release starting to spurt inside of you. Your body was taut around him as his hips slowed to a halt. You were filled to the brim.

“My pretty baby did so good. So perfect for me,” Terry was panting like he just finished a mile-run, and still chose to sing your praises. He softened and pulled out, a part of you now missing. You sat there for a beat to catch your breaths, limbs still tangled together.

“Mm..’can’t stop shaking,” you whispered.

His actions had left you exhausted, drowsiness coated in every blink of your eyes. Terry separated from you for a second and he had his pants back on, scooping you up in his arms. You latched onto him like a bear, nuzzling into his chest.

If it was up to you, you’d pass out right there and crawl to bed in the morning. Something squished against his foot on his trudge out of the kitchen. 

“Shit, my socks are wet…what is that?” 

Ice cream.

--

Author’s Note: Just wanted to drop my contribution to the Terry Richmond industrial complex.

P.S. This was supposed to be Trainer!Terry but my hormone monster won. 

As always if you made it to the end, thank you bunches!

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Forever Mine ****

Title: Forever Mine ****

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+ Content, SMUT, Infidelity, Glove Free Loving, Heavy Cursing, Crude Language, Toxic Levels High, Moderatly Filthy,

Words: 4.9k

Summary: Nah! Don't feel like it.

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“Fhuck Lewis!”

Your back arched off the corner of the couch back where Lewis currently had you perched. It wasn’t the most comfortable spot to do this, but you’d learned young that a little discomfort could offer great reward. Lewis squeezed your hips as he circled his. The action scraped at the desperation inside of you. It was a feeling you’d often felt when you were with him. He seemed to be the only one to make you so goddamn needy that you couldn’t think straight. So the most obscene things came out of your mouth.

“Fuck me Lewis! Fuck me so hard that I’ll never forget you.”

Lewis scoffed then gave you a half smirk. “You sure that’s what you want my little treasure?”

Lewis kept circling his hips in the most teasing manner making you feel every single sensation. You watched him lick his thumb then bring it between your legs. The jolt of electric pleasure took you by surprise, making you arch even more. Your head lulled back into the crook of the couch then your basal needs took over. You bucked against him trying to feel even more of him. When that didn’t suffice, you locked your ankles behind him and braced yourself on the back of the couch then lifted your body until you were the one fucking him.

“Uuuuuuuuugh!”

Lewis’ eyes were glued to where your bodies were joined, and your eyes were glued to his face. You loved watching him as he was overtaken by pleasure. He always seemed to be so in control of his thoughts, actions, and feelings but when you had him like this—every once in a while he had no choice but to release himself from those restraints as you pulled more and more from him.

After barely a minute, Lewis gripped you firmly then slammed you down onto his need, filling you way past capacity. You screamed and clung to him like he was the one thing keeping you from breaking apart and shadowing out to pure energy.

“You feel all this dick, Y/N?”

“Mm-hm,” you replied in a high-pitched whine as your hand tried to push him back.

It wasn’t what you wanted but rather a survival instinct. Lewis withdrew then slammed deeper inside of you again. And again you screamed.

“I can’t fucking hear you. Do you--.” He sped his thumb making it expertly swirl around your clit. “Feel all--.” He then pinched it and rubbed your sensitive bud between his fingers.

All you could do was whimper and desperately buck against him. “This dick?”

Lewis quickly withdrew then slammed into you again.

“Fuck yes, yes, yes, yes! I feel it papi, fuck!”

“Good, because I am going to fuck you so good with it that you feel it for months.”

He withdrew then thrust his hips forward repeating the action until every single stroke he delivered was a rough, bruising one that had you seeing white spots behind your eyes.

“Look at me!”

Locking eyes with him you saw the glint of danger in them, saw the blazing desire for you swirling around promising a mind-blowing release.

“When you sleep you’ll feel this dick. When you’re going about your day, this dick will still own you. When you’re shopping, my dick will be the only thing you can think of. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’re ruined for the rest of your life.”

Unable to stop them, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You’d lost control and it was further evident by the way your nails raked his back.

“Fuck this pussy is still so good!”

Lewis brought his hand to your neck and brought your head back so you could look at him. He broke eye contact for a moment pulled out and rested his beautiful glistening cock against your pubis.

“Do you love this dick, butterfly?”

“Yes,” you panted out.

“Get on your knees and make him as wet as that tight little cunt.”

You rose and followed Lewis’ guiding hand. Dropping to your knees you wasted no time suctioning down his cock. Lewis didn’t care to go slow. He guided his cock to the back of your throat then laced his fingers behind your head trapping you there.

“Fucking—that throat is as tight as your cunt.”

Your moan was the only reply. You knew he was trying to test your limits, but this was not your first time with Lewis. You wrapped both hands around his cock then pinched your lips together the best you could. The move had Lewis’ hands dropped giving you the freedom you needed. You bobbed on his length, slurping, and moaning as if his cock was a churro-flavored lollipop. Lewis hissed and groaned as he watched you remind him why one fuck had never been enough. When you shoved him down your throat and stifled a gag, he cupped your jaw.

“Dirty girl!”

You doubled down on your efforts not caring how sloppy things were getting. After a few short minutes, Lewis pulled your face to his cock and lodged it in your throat. The urge to gag was strong as he restricted your oxygen flow. The look in his eyes said it all, this was the shit he loved and only you could fully satisfy him. You were his sexual match. When he released you, his cock slipped out dripping wet and you were certain you were the same.

“Back up here and spread that pretty pussy open for me.”

You cotched yourself on the back of the couch again and spread your legs. You then slowly trailed your fingers down your body until you were able to spread yourself open.

“Aaaaah,” he deeply groaned out.

He lowered a finger to your sex and swiped upward coming away with the evidence that you were way past river status.

“All this for me, butterfly?”

“Yes, papi!”

“Good!”

With that he slammed back inside of you bottoming out and just like that you came all over his cock. Lewis’s grip on your body tightened and you knew your release was tempting him to cum too. It was temptation he was resisting. He would cum on how terms, probably after making an even bigger mess of you.

“Yes Lewis, right there. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop!”

Stop he did not. Instead, he picked up the speed and torpedoed you into another release, this one making you squirt all over him.

“That’s what I like. I’m sure you have two more in there for me.”

Just then your phone rang. His eyes were glued to your pussy before but with the interruption they darted to where your phone lay on the couch cushion. You watched his whole face change. Curious you peeked over and saw the name on the ID.

Aaron.

Your brain flickered back to reality but as quickly as it did it disappeared with one powerful thrust of Lewis’ hips.

“Mmm.”

“Am I losing you, butterfly?”

“Never.”

He smirked wickedly then. “Answer the phone.”

Your eyes widened. “W—what?”

“You heard me. Answer—the phone.”

His hips never slowed, and his rhythm never faltered. It was hard to focus on anything else but your pleasure. Hell, your brain couldn’t even process what he was asking.

“Either you answer it, or I will, and I promise you won’t like what I say.”

He was serious. A tendril of fear sprouted in your gut. You knew Lewis well and knew his personality. He was possessive and liked control and to show others his prowess. He could also be menacing and mischievous when he really wanted to. It was rare but you knew this situation was a precarious one.

“Butterfly?”

He cocked a brow questioning and challenging you at the same time. Just when he reached for it, you lurched for your phone.

“On speaker.”

You took a few breaths trying to calm yourself and control your voice. “Hello?”

Lewis chose then to bury himself balls deep. The surprise and pleasure nearly made you shout but you bit into your bottom lip to stifle it. Lewis looked like a predator happy with this game he’d chosen to play.

“Are you busy? Is that why you took so long to answer the phone?”

“N—no. Not busy.”

Lewis circled his hips again then used his thumb to edge you higher. Your eyes fluttered closed as your back arched again.

“I um—I didn’t hear it. I was out of the dressing room.”

It was a bald-faced lie. You couldn’t very well tell him you were sprawled on your back with another man between your legs. Lewis chuckled silently as he wagged his finger at you.

“Pick up something to wear tonight. We’re having dinner with some business acquaintances and you’re going to be on my arm,” Aaron informed.

“Yes,” you breathed out as you felt another orgasm coming right for you thanks to the new angle Lewis was fucking you in.

With your ankles resting on his shoulder, he was jackhammering into you hitting your G-spot with perfect precision. Goosebumps broke out across your skin and Lewis took that moment to hover over you sending your toes at a sharp over 90-degree angle. You’d always been flexible and knew this position was visually pleasing to him while it was world-ending for you. It was clear then he was fucking around and trying to start trouble.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” you croaked. I—I--.”

you bit your finger then slapped your hand over your mouth as you let out a muffled screech.

“Just thirsty. I’ll find a nice dress.”

“Make it green, it’s your color,” Aaron said.

Lewis gripped your throat as his face contorted, brows furrowed, and jaw clenched. His face dropped to your ear, and he sucked your lobe into his mouth.

“My pretty pussy. Mine! Say it!”

Your eyes locked and he dared you.

“Okay,” you said into the phone.

Lewis slammed into you again, making you regret it.

“So he hears.”

“Mine!”

You quickly disconnected the call and reached between your bodies to flick your clit.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

You should have waited for him to tell you to, but you couldn’t. You screamed as a violent orgasm tore through you. It was so strong you clenched around him locking him in as your body spasmed.

“Fuck!”

Lewis’ release only made you cum again and much harder than before. As Lewis's release filled you up, you convulsed and milked him for everything he had.

“Take all this nut, butterfly, take it!”

He burrowed deeper and deeper as if he wasn’t already as deep as he could go. Your entire body was in confusion. You wanted more of him, never wanting to release him, but also knowing that death by too much dick was improbable but a real danger. His eyes held you captive and you lay there melting in them.

“Your eyes are so hypnotizingly pretty,” you mumbled in rhapsodic bliss still not fully present.

“You think so?”

You nodded then moaned when Lewis slowly circled your clit.

“Fuck,” you whined out. The man wanted to kill you.

He kissed your lips then pressed his forehead to yours. “Your kids can have them too.”

Through the haze in your mind, you fully grasped his meaning.

“Think he’ll be able to tell?”

Lewis began rocking into you again using your combined fluids to ease the glide.

“Think he’d ever know that any heir to his empire would be mine?”

“Shit,” you whispered.

You were so sensitive that you were already close, and Lewis knew it too.

“Mmm. Let’s find out.”

He stood and lifted you into his arms holding you against him. He then turned and walked in the direction of the bedroom. You knew he was far from done.

-That Night-

You readjusted the diamond necklace around your neck, and then the matching bracelet. Angling your head from side to side you tried to decide if you wanted to showcase more of your neck or be more subtle. You stepped closer to the mirror then zeroed in on the mark on your neck that wasn’t there this morning.

“What the--.”

You peered closer and examined the mark that was about four inches below your earlobe. You remembered then Lewis dipping his mouth there while you were on the phone.

“Shit.”

You quickly grabbed your makeup bag and dug out your concealer and foundation. Using the two you covered the marks he’d purposefully placed. You knew it was on purpose because you always told him no marks. It was something he never adhered to. It was like he got off on the danger marking you would out both of you in.

“Your kids can have them too.”

Your eyes fluttered close as you remembered not only his words earlier but the way he rocked into you determined to make those words a reality.

“Fuck.”

The man was dangerous. You knew it from the very beginning and still couldn’t help yourself no matter how hard you tried to stay away. There was this tantalizing aura about him that refused to be denied. It was like watching fire dance before you in a gentle breeze fascinated by how it moves and behaves because with every move the difference in its characteristics continuously changed.

“Everything ok?”

Aaron’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah.”

He wrapped his arms around your center then dropped a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“This was a good choice. You look delectable, makes me want to devour you right here, right now.”

You smiled then turned to him. “Thank you, and thank you for this,” you said sliding your fingertips across the diamond necklace you wore.

“It completes the look. Nothing is too good for my wife,” Aaron said before pressing his full lips to yours.

You’d expected the kiss to be a quick peck but instead, Aaron dipped his tongue into your mouth and claimed your tongue. A sudden flash of Lewis’ face filled your head, and you couldn’t help but moan.

“I’ve been craving your taste all day,” Aaron said as he backed you to your vanity table that was on one side of your walk-in closet.

Within a few seconds, he had you perched on it with your dress hiked up around your hips.

“Don’t we have to leave?”

Aaron ignored your question and dropped to the floor as he pulled your thong to the side.

“They can wait a little.”

With his large hands, he pushed your thighs wide then kissed your clit. Another flash of Lewis’ face buried between your thighs overtook you and again you moaned.

“Such a pretty pussy. It’s already swollen for me,” Aaron remarked.

Only you knew the truth. It was swollen from Lewis’ treatment hours before. Aaron tipped his tongue across your bud, and you dropped your he’d back.

“Shit.”

Aaron spread you open then went to town on your clit. His movements mirrored Lewis’ and your body went into overdrive. How the fuck were you this wanton? How could this be a turn-on for you? When did you turn into this person? When Aaron motorboated your pussy you bucked against him gliding your sex across his mouth. His moans intensified and the vibrations pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

When Aaron dipped his tongue inside of you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A vision of Lewis fucking into you to the same pace and rhythm as Aaron’s tongue was filled your head and with that vision, you raced toward your orgasm. You felt Aaron’s fingers slide inside of you and you clenched, sore from earlier in the afternoon. Lewis was right, you’d feel him long after he was done.

“Sensitive, baby?”

You nodded as you watched his fingers push in and out of your wet core. When he turned his wrist then curved his fingers inside of you, you bubbled over.

“Aaaah, fuck!”

Aaron sucked your clit into his mouth again and took you to another notch of your orgasm.

“Uuugh fuck baby, fuck L--.”

In the nick of time, you cut yourself off.

“Love how you do that.”

Aaron moaned then slurped your flesh.

“Fuck you taste good. Wish I had more time.”

He kissed your clit then the inside of your thigh before he stood. His lips were red and swollen and his beard a wet mess. He held his hand out to you and you took it. Once standing, he righted your thong then pecked your lips.

“Let’s go.”

Thirty minutes later, you walked inside the restaurant with your arm hooked in Aaron’s. It was classy and expensively decorated and that alone told you it would be at least 4 courses and cost almost as much as the bracelet you wore. The hostess quickly directed you to your table and once there your eyes bugged. Lewis sat there with a raven- and Auburn-haired woman.

What the fuck, you thought.

“Lewis, I wasn’t expecting you tonight. What’re you doing here?”

Aaron’s voice was cold but polite.

“As co-CEO I took tonight’s meeting,” he replied with a smirk.

Aaron and Lewis stared each other down for a few moments and you felt the tension in the room rise.

“Seems like you’re still just going around taking things,” Aaron replied.

Lewis’ eyes landed on you and unabashedly looked you over from head to toe. You knew Aaron clocked it. How could he not have?

“Well, if it’s already mine I’ll take it any way and any time I want.”

You caught the hidden meaning in his words and your danger-loving hormones responded in kind, sending a gush of moisture between your legs. As if Lewis knew his effect, he gave you his signature smirk.

Aaron laced his fingers with yours and pulled you closer.

"Some things will never change,” Lewis said, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Aaron didn't look at all worried.

“You remember my wife, Y/N, right?”

Lewis smiled. “Of course. I remember her like a taste you can't forget.”

Fuck, you thought. Another hidden meaning sentence. You gave Lewis a warning look then took his outstretched hand to shake.

“Wonderful to see you again, butterfly.”

Aaron scoffed, “Never quite understood that nickname. Of all things a butterfly?”

“Those who get it, get it, right butterfly?”

You could feel Aaron's annoyance rising. Pulling your hand back, you laced your fingers with his again and smiled at him. Aaron took it a step further and kissed your nose.

“Sweet, Lewis dryly said as he sat back down.

The woman who was sitting there looped her arm with his and you perked up.

“And who is this?”

The woman looked to Lewis for an introduction, but he lifted his glass to his lips instead.

“Uh…Sadé,” she replied.

You looked her over and knew within seconds she was either already part of the rotation or she was new.

“Girlfriend Lewis? That's uncharacteristic of you,” Aaron slid in.

It was true. It was the reason you weren't Mrs. Hamilton right now. If shit or get off the pot were a person it would be Lewis. You understood but understanding is easily forgotten when feelings entered the mix. Lewis never quite committed.

“Don’t worry about me? How many years has it been since you swooped in like a backstabber and married my ex?”

Aaron's icy stare looked as if it could kill.

“Backstabber. What a joke, but my wife and I have been married for 3 years. I'm sure you know that though.”

“Wow. Ice cold,” Sadé muttered.

Lewis snorted. “Tell me about it.”

Lewis had never quite forgiven you for it no matter how hypocritical it was. You hadn't fully moved on with Aaron until he'd made it clear he had no intention of settling down.

“So, you broke bro code, and you broke ex code. You're the reason their friendship ended,” Sadé informed as if she’d cracked the case.

You prickled. It was still a sore subject especially when anyone tried to make you the back guy. Just as you opened your mouth to put her in her place, Lewis spoke.

“Watch yourself. I can be an asshole but you have no right.”

“I'm just standing up for you,” Sadé defended.

“I don’t need it. The three of us know our history and know who deserves what. Leave it alone.”

Sadé looked down then across to you and scowled. You knew then that they had already fucked and she thought she was more important than she was. You scoffed and looked away. What a joke indeed. You couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy you felt knowing that he’d fucked her, knowing that she’d had him the way you had hours before. The thought burned you the longer you sat with it until your veins were filled with venom.

A waitress came over for your orders and then at your request brought over two bottles of the best wine—your favorite. The icy cold air around the table remained but one thing with Aaron and Lewis, they could always prioritize and focus on what needed to be done. Right now it was business. You kept one ear on the conversation and one eye on Sadé who wasn’t even subtle about her efforts to rile Lewis up right at the table.

Every time she rubbed his arm, or trailed a snow queen Elsa white nail down his neck you clenched your jaw. By the second course, Lewis must have picked up on your saltiness and egged Sade on. That only made her bolder and bolder. Before long, she was blatantly flirting with him at the table while loudly whispering all the things she wanted to do to him. It was tacky.

Aaron’s large hand gripped your thigh pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh then leaned to your ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just tired from shopping earlier.”

“Shopping? And it made you tired? Must have been some hardcore shopping,” Lewis taunted.

It hit you then, he wasn’t like fire. He was the fire. He was the inferno, the blaze, and the embers. He was ruination and salvation.

“Excuse me, I need the ladies room,” you said before you stood.

Aaron’s hand was at the small of your back as he stood with you like the gentleman he was. He let his hand glide down to your ass then he pulled you to him and kissed you. You had Lewis’s full attention then, so you slide your hand down to Aaron’s toned ass and squeezed.

“Be careful or else I won’t be able to control myself from round two right here on this table.”

You smiled, grabbed his tie, and pulled him in for a kiss. “Sounds like fun.”

You turned and walked off knowing you had 3 pairs of eyes on you. One filled with jealousy and the other two yearning. In the bathroom, you freshened up your makeup and used the quiet to get yourself under control. Lewis knew that he’d see you tonight. He knew exactly what he was doing all along. He’d marked you on purpose so he could see you squirm while sitting beside Aaron. He’d also brought some woman on purpose too. It was all a ploy.

Closing your eyes, you tried to clear your head from everything that the day had brought, then you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“You know this has to stop,” you whispered.

You knew it, you’d always known it. None of this was healthy but you didn’t have the power to end things. You didn’t have the power to end the cycle. Sometimes you wondered if you even really wanted to. there was one truth you’d held on to as tight as the falling grains of sand in a tightly clenched fist. One truth that you rarely ever allowed yourself to acknowledge. It was a truth that excited, scared, and confused you. A truth that led to no recognizable future for you. Even now it was a truth you didn’t dare utter out loud.

You closed your eyes again and took a few breaths. When you opened them, there stood Lewis behind you.

“Lewis,” you began before he stopped any further speech by pressing himself against your back.

His hardness was the first thing you noticed. He was impossibly hard.

“Lewis what’re you doing? We can’t here.”

“Of course we can. Someone will walk in, but it won’t be him. Guess the real question is can you cum before someone does walk in?”

Your eyes widened. His meaning fully settled in and in the same instant one hand dipped into your dress and scissored your nipple while his other hand snaked under the dress you wore instantly finding your wet core.

Lewis groaned, as he circled his hips against your ass. “So wet for me already, butterfly.”

His swirled his two digits around your bud sending jolts of electricity up you spine. “Mm,” your voice betrayed.

“Do you know how badly I want to throw you over that table and fuck you? Do you have any idea how hard it is to not do it?”

You shook your head. “Fucking hard!”

His fingers went lower then he dipped them into you, spreading your tender flesh until your walls hugged him as tightly as they had his cock hours before.

“Was he here tonight?”

Your eyes opened and locked with Lewis’. You thought of how to reply for a moment but then just nodded.

“Did he touch you like this?”

Lewis curled his fingers so he could rub against your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“Did he?”

“Yes.”

Lewis kissed then sucked the skin at the base of your neck. It felt incredible and for several moments your sanity was gone. Someone could walk in at any moment, but you didn’t seem to see the urgency. Your body sang from it, got off on it. If he was fire, what did that make you? When you felt Lewis’ teeth you gasped and pulled from his lips.

“Don’t.”

He smirked. “Why? Afraid he’ll see it?”

“Lewis,” you warned.

“Don’t worry my little treasure, I don’t need to mark you, so anyone sees. I know you’re already marked. I know that while his fingers were deep inside of you, you could only see my face, think of my voice. I know that when he made you cum it was my name on your lips.”

He thrusts his fingers wildly in and out of you bringing you closer and closer to your release. You moaned, panted, and bucked against his hands needing something more to take you there.

“Beg me for it.”

You glared at him, but he only smiled.

“Beg me for it and I’ll have you seeing stars, butterfly.”

“No.”

“Come on, don’t be stubborn. You want it as much as I want it.”

You wanted it but you were not going to beg him for shit right now. Sensing your defiance he sighed and then brought the hand that was at your breast between your legs. As one fucked you, he used the other to tease your clit. In tandem his hands words and within seconds you were ready.

“Do you regret it yet, butterfly?”

“What?”

“Choosing him over me.”

You stared at him shocked by his question. Lewis stayed far away from tangling with what happened those years ago. You guessed that while he was emotionally over it he still held a grudge about it. He was still bitter.

“Do you regret it?”

“What’s that?”

Your eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure he was bringing you and the effort it took to use your brain and mouth at the same time.

“Not holding on to me when you had the chance.”

His snarl told you that you’d hit the nail on the head. Lewis curled his fingers again as he pinched your clit and that was it. You bucked on him dropping your head back onto his shoulder as you came all over his fingers. It took almost a full minute for you to come back to reality.

“Who said I don’t have the chance now?”

You sighed then pulled yourself together.

“It’s over, Lewis,” you softly said as you smoothed out your dress.

Lewis grabbed your arm then yanked you making you face him. He then backed you to the sink until your ass pressed into the cool marble. He then raised his hand and shoved the fingers that were just inside of you into your mouth. Again, instinct took over. You sucked them clean as your eyes lingered on one another. That was all it took for that need for him to rekindle. When he pulled his hand away he slipped them into his mouth and moaned.

“Do you feel that? I know you do. Oh, it ain’t over butterfly--.”

He crashed his lips to yours and took control of a sultry kiss that stole your breath, senses, and inhibitions. Before you could reciprocate, he pulled away from you again.

“It’ll never be over.”

He pecked your lips then your nose and walked out of the bathroom.

You stood there with your eyes closed as his fire played with something inside of you, something that wasn’t scared, something that was insatiable. Something selfish. Lewis’ whispered words from your first time came back to you.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

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[chaneajoyyy]

Hey girl!!! Could you write a fic about Aaron Pierre with smut.

Hey boo. I am not a writer but if there's anyone who would like write about Aaron Pierre, the anon and I would love to read it!👁️👁️

[sweettea-and-honeybutter]

Spooky Season Terry 👀

I gotchu anon 👀🖤 I couldn't actually picture Terry as like something supernatural or not human so I present you with delusional stalker Terry, I think this is probably more dark than spooky...

Want You (oneshot)

A/n: I am purposefully not tagging anyone cause this is a pretty dark story, read at your own discretion and minors kindly fuck off.

Summary: Terry x female reader, you unlock psychopathic behavior within Terry

Warnings/Content: Stalker/Yandere behavior, Terry obsessed, oral (female receiving), mirror sex

Word Count: 4,365 sorryyyy I seem to be incapable of writing a quickie 🥴

He wishes he’d never set eyes on you. Actually, he wishes you didn’t even exist. That first glimpse of you was like some kind of gateway drug, and now he was a full on addict, doing anything in his power to obtain more and more pieces of you. 

You were torture itself. What sadistic being sent you to the park that day? Terry watched you, sitting on a bench perfectly placed in the shade of a tree, eyes closed and head tilted up to better hear the singing birds. He admired the serenity that seemed to surround you, and it stirred something in him. Your eyes slowly opened when you heard Terry jogging by, and you gave him a friendly smile, and Terry nodded to you, as if everything was fine. But it fucking wasn’t.

You stayed on the forefront of his mind while he jogged, his memory of you vibrant-your beautiful skin exposed to the sun in your athletic set, your pretty eyes pulling him in within just a few seconds, your plump lips he wanted to suck the life out of. Why? Why did you pick him to trap in your grasp?

Terry took another lap around the park, just to see you again. He stopped in front of the empty bench, frustrated because where the fuck where you, any why was he looking for you? He decided it didn’t even matter, you didn’t matter, he’d never see you again. But his body instinctively led him to the parking lot, and there you were, getting into your cute little car, happily chatting away on your cell, completely unaware of your surroundings. You’d missed the hulking shadow that stood in the spot you just left.

~~~~~~~

It was Terry’s shitty, horrible luck that he ran into you again. He’d been just starting to find other things to occupy his mind. He’d never had a human obsession before. Usually, his compulsions were limited to strenuous physical activities; his time in the military had taught him that being present in his body was a perfect way to numb his mind—a dark place he preferred not to linger in. And he liked it that way. Alone, controlled. So this weird fixation on you? It was new, it was out of control, and he fucking hated it.

That’s why he was so grateful the memory of you had finally started to fade after two weeks. His mind was clearing, and he’d begun to feel like himself again. And then there you were— innocently stretching on your tip toes reaching for the last box of cereal on the top shelf. You just happened to find yourself at the grocery store he’d claimed for himself, because they always had his favorite protein bars in stock. And now you’d taken this from him, too.

Before he could think, Terry found himself striding toward you, his steps stiff, almost as if he were being pulled to you. His broad, solid frame just barely grazed yours as he reached up and snatched the box from the top shelf. You gasped, startled, and turned quickly, a nervous smile forming as you prepared to thank whatever giant had come to your aid—only to falter, the words lodging themselves in your throat.

You felt your mouth go dry under the steely look in his gray eyes. They were beautiful, maybe, but they pierced right through you. His face was unreadable, but there was something so oddly familiar about it.

Terry’s eyes studied every detail of you, and you were even prettier up close—that was just plain unfair. His body was buzzing with energy, his mind flashing with a desire to see you caught off guard as he was, to show you what it felt like. But he wasn’t an animal. You wouldn't rob him of his restraint like you did his sanity.  So he reached around you, tossed the cereal into your cart, and brushed past you without a second glance.

“Uh… thank you,” you managed, a confused, breathless call, but the words fell on deaf ears.

What the hell was that? Why did he look so familiar? Why did he look so… angry with you?

~~~~~~~

Terry really played himself, when he’d only meant to play with you. Your scent stuck to him, he should’ve never gotten so close. Why did you have to smell so irresistibly good, like you were created exclusively to make him suffer. He doesn’t want to want you. He purposefully didn’t want anyone at all as much as they always try. But your smell lingered on him, infiltrated his psyche. He had no choice but to follow you home. He hated himself for it, and hated you even more.

From there it was so fucking easy, almost as if you didn’t know you were entertaining dangerous company. Your front door only had 2 locks, you were on the top floor of your building so you never locked your patio door or windows, you didn’t have any cameras. Do you not care about your life at all? Terry would have to fix that, would teach you, once he made you his, how to exist in this world without being easy prey.

He found himself in your place so often now, especially while you were home. It sent a shiver up his spine to move when you moved, expertly ducking around corners to stay undetected. He listened to your conversations, ate the food you made whenever you’d fall asleep, read your journal entry of recognizing the handsome stranger was the same man from the store. And yeah, he even sniffed the toys you used to make yourself cum, stealing your little bullet vibrator, putting it in his mouth once he got back to his place, and he came the hardest he ever has to date, the taste of your essence pushing him deeper into obsession.

His nose is actually what gets him caught. He’d overheard you telling your best friend about wanting to get a furry companion, the puppy of your dreams to make your place feel less lonely. And so Terry, who’s hatred for you was teetering on the edge of affection, got you the ugly little fucker. And it whined and shat and yipped all night. Terry called out of work, because no one needs to experience him so sleep deprived, and made his way over to your place. He laid on your bed, with your sleep shirt over his face, and breathed you in over and over again until the frustration dissipated. Unfortunately for him his heart rate slowed too much, and that's how you found him.

You were having a bad day enough as it is. Your boss sent you home early after being a dickhead to you all day, claiming your poor work would just slow the whole team down. Good fucking riddance, you were already interviewing for other jobs. You didn’t expect to discover a huge, faceless man on your bed. Your body shook as you looked for a weapon, and panicking, you let out a screech hurling all the shoes you could get your hands on. Terry cursed, standing quickly, the shirt still on his head leaving him disoriented and unable to block your throws. You screamed louder at the sheer length of his full height.

“Get the fuck OUT!!” you threw books at his head, backing away as he moved towards the sound of your voice.

“Would you stop-” an umbrella popped him right in the mouth.

“I’m calling the police! Get the fuck out!” you swung and hit his neck, and swung again, jamming the umbrella into his crotch. 

Terry doubled over with a groan of pain, and charged instinctively. He’d somehow managed to blindly knock you into a wall, causing you to lose consciousness. He finally yanked the damn shirt off his face. Terry looked down at you, unconscious and vulnerable, and released a disappointed sigh. Look at the shit you’ve gotten yourself into. See how easily he’d taken you down, even when he could barely see? Imagine if it had been some other sick fuck breaking into your apartment. You wouldn’t stand a chance. The thought made his chest tighten, a possessive anger sparking beneath the frustration. You needed him to be the one guiding you, teaching you how to survive in a world full of people just waiting to take advantage of your carelessness.

He leaned closer, his eyes tracing the outline of your face as if committing it to memory. "What would you do without me?" he whispered, a quiet promise he was sure you’d thank him for someday. Gently, he scooped you up from the ground, cradling you close for a fleeting moment before setting you on your bed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. With one last, possessive glance, he left.

But he’d be back. This was only the beginning of showing you just how much you needed him.

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Terry watched you file a police report, change the locks on your door, install cameras, and purchase a gun. He was pleased; finally, you were taking your safety seriously. You even made progress on being more aware of your surroundings, glancing over your shoulder everywhere you went—yet your eyes somehow passed right over where Terry lurked. There was still so much for you to learn.

A week later, he showed up at your door. He rang your new doorbell, and bent to look right into the camera. The hand that wasn’t holding your phone flew up to your mouth. You didn’t see the face of the man who was in your bed that day— it was covered the whole time. But the look on this man's face, you knew it was him. The intensity behind those striking eyes, it was the same at the store, and the same at the park. Fuck. 

You grabbed your gun off your entry table, and held your breath, eyes locked on your phone which was displaying Terry on the other side of your door.

“I know you’re in there, I can hear you.” His voice was so soft, and deep, his lip curved into a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. After a moment, he spoke again.

“Aren’t you going to welcome your new baby home?” He moved back slightly and held up the puppy with a precious blue bow on its ear. It was sleeping peacefully in Terry’s palm, as if it wasn’t being held by a monster. You hesitated. You should really call the police. Maybe if he looked outwardly creepy, you would’ve by now. There was no denying your attraction to him, or your curiosity, but he’d crossed so many lines, probably more than you even knew about.

You unlocked the bottom 2 locks, and kept the chain lock done at the top, cracking your door open as much as the chain would give. You slowly peered at him, hand flexing on your gun, and watched as bent to eye the chain.

“Hmm that’s a nice touch bunny. Although-” you jerked back quickly as Terry reached his hand through, easily finding the latch and flicked his wrist undoing the chain. You stepped back on shaky legs as he pushed the door open all the way, the air seeming to thicken around you. He tsked at you, a mockingly sympathetic smile on his face “-that chain was much too long, I can adjust it for you-” 

You dropped your phone and raised your gun, gripping it tightly with both hands, “I don’t need you to fix anything! I need you to stay away from me.” Terry was completely unphased, quirking an eyebrow at you as he shut the door behind him. He stroked the puppy’s soft fur as he walked towards you, his fingers lingering as if savoring the innocence that contrasted sharply with his darkness. He walked until he felt the barrel of your gun dig into his stomach.

“Don’t you think I’ve tried that bunny?” He grabbed your wrists with one of his big hands, forcing you to point the gun down as he pushed you to walk backwards until your legs hit the back of your couch. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving into his, lips trembling, eyes darting between his frantically. Terry leaned over you, pausing in front of your face to really take you in, before he reached around you and set your still happily sleeping puppy down on your couch.

When he straightened back up, he brought his other hand down to wrestle the gun from your fingers, and you winced in pain at his roughness. 

“Don’t point this at someone unless you know how to use it.” his tone was dark and reprimanding, and you squirmed under his intense gaze as he carelessly threw the gun behind him. 

His closeness was making your body grow uncomfortably warm. You looked up at him, eyes wide with fear, body shifting nervously. “What the hell do you want?” Terry cocked his head, squinting his eyes at you, trying to understand if you were really that naive.

“I want you, obviously.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, trying to mask your anxiety with defiance.

“Oh and this is how you show me you want me? Do you think this shit is cute?” You didn’t know his eyes darkening was a warning, you were too caught up in your rising rage. “I mean are you fucking kidding me? Buy a girl a coffee, ask for her number. On what planet does stalking someone, like a fucking loser, ever w-” Terry reached up and gripped your face tightly, squeezing your cheeks so your mouth puckered and you couldn’t speak. His other hand grabbed the small of your back and pulled you into his hard body. You were stuck, embarrassingly so, as he looked into your eyes, straight through you.

His lips grazed your own as he spoke. “Careful love,” his grip on your face tightened and your eyes started to water, “just because I’m already yours,” he gently nipped your chin, letting his words sink in through your defenses, “doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that.” You trembled in his hold, body and mind unable to agree on the proper fight or flight response.

Terry moved his hand along your jaw, around the back of your head to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing you to hold his serious gaze.

“As I was saying, I want you. And after watching you for a while now, I realize you need me.” His fingers tightened in your hair, a dangerous mix of restraint and possession in his touch. You could feel your heart hammering, body tensed as his gaze bore into you, unyielding.

"I know what you’re thinking," he murmured, his voice a dark and smooth, "that you can resist, or that you still have control. But look at you—" his nose nuzzled your own, and a knowing smirk curved his mouth as you shivered. "All I had to do was step inside your world, and now you can’t imagine me gone."

You wanted to deny it, to pull away, but Terry’s grip was absolute. His other hand slid down your back to your ass barely covered by pajama shorts, his fingers pressing in just enough to leave an impression, a quiet reminder of his dominance as he pressed his body closer. Heat radiated between you, the space narrowing to nothing, and with every heartbeat, your defenses crumbled.

"You want me to stay away?" he whispered, his mouth inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own. "Tell me to leave, right now." His words held a challenge, daring you to take control—but every inch of his touch made your mind blur, need flickering to life in defiance of reason. His hand released your hair and trailed down your neck, leaving your skin tingling in its wake.

Your voice barely managed to break the silence, a breathless whisper. "I…"

"That's what I thought." His mouth descended on yours, not a kiss but a claiming. His lips pressed hard, unyielding, a mix of punishment and desire that left you gasping. When he finally pulled away, his eyes held a raw hunger that matched the fire now building in your own. 

Terry turned and used the hand on your ass to guide you down your hallway, and his ease moving around your home was unnerving. He brought you to your bathroom and positioned you in front of the mirror, his body pressed tightly against yours from behind, his broad hands splayed possessively over your hips. You could feel his huge bulge digging into your lower back, and you bit your lip trying to mask your excitement.

“Look at yourself,” his voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. One of his hands slid up, tilting your chin so that you were forced to meet his eyes in the reflection. His gaze was heavy and crazed, daring you to look away. “See what you do to me? And you’re gonna pretend you don’t feel it too?”

Your pulse raced as his hot hands roamed over your body, lingering on every inch as if he was committing you to memory. His fingers trailed down to the hem of your shirt, sliding beneath to meet bare skin, his touch both teasing and possessive. He nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Already falling in line, just like I knew you would.” You felt his hand at your waist tighten, pulling you flush against him, grinding against your plump ass, every inch of his body demanding your attention. “Go ahead, bunny… show me how much you need me.”

Your breath caught, and his eyes gleamed in the mirror, watching every reaction you couldn’t hide. His hands wandered higher, fingers cupping your breast and tweaking your nipples with practiced ease, each touch deliberate and maddeningly slow. He watched, satisfaction etched on his face, as you melted against him, every inch of you responding to his command. Your hips moved with his, mouth dropped open in silent pleas, pretty eyes searching his to anticipate when he’d strike next.

His voice was a whisper, dark and possessive, as he pressed his lips to your shoulder, never breaking your gaze in the mirror. “You’re mine,” he growled deep in his chest, his fingers roughly pulling your nipples, his mouth leaving a trail of heat against your skin. “I want to watch you fall apart… right here. Just like this.” You moaned helplessly, the pain, the dark promises, it was so much to process so suddenly, and left you compliant to his will.

You lifted your arms obediently as Terry pulled your shirt over your head, and his mouth watered at the sight. His firm touch pushed you until your face was mushed against the mirror, and you gasped at the cold glass grazing your nipples. You had to brace yourself by gripping the counter with your hands so you wouldn't fall into your sink completely.

“Fuck bunny, you look so good” Terry groaned, grinding into your ass harder, scratching his nails roughly down your back, “but I know I’m too big for you baby, I need to get you ready for me.”

And with that Terry dropped to his knees, pulling your shorts with him. He ran his hands appreciatively from your ankles to your thighs, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy just inches from his face. You squirmed, feeling his hot breath panting onto you, and he roughly gripped your ass with both hands, spreading you crudely, presenting your precious essence to his greedy gaze. He didn’t care anymore that stole his sanity, didn’t care that his attachment to you made you a weakness, you were his now. His to own, his to devour. He inhaled your scent deeply, his pupils dilated, and he gave himself over to the hungry darkness.

His tongue was everywhere at once suddenly, and you cried out at the feeling of his wet lips sucking your clit, his long tongue darting into you, and his hands smacking your ass, forcing you to move your hips to keep up with him. Terry could feel you dripping down his chin, and his eyes rolled back. He’d been starving for you so long and finally you were feeding his gluttonous desire. He moaned into you, bringing one of his hands up to rub your clit, lapping at your juices eagerly wanting to get every drop from you. You were a moaning, babbling mess and he couldn’t get enough. 

He pulled back slightly, leaving a bite on your thigh as he eyed your untouched hole, his fingers still harshly massaging your clit. You squealed as you felt him spit right on your virgin ass hole, moving to stand before his free hand smacked your ass roughly again.

“Stay. You can take it, baby.” And his tongue explored where no one’s had before, and you hated yourself for grinding back onto his face, drool leaking from your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation this strange man was causing you. It felt to fucking good. He moved his hand from your clit to thrust 2 fingers into you, groaning at your tightness, at your sweet taste, at the helplessness he heard in your voice. You came just like that, legs buckling, voice hoarse, body overheating.

He gave you no time to recover, quickly standing, not even taking the clothes off his sweating body, just pulling his achingly large dick free from his pants. He needed to have you, right the fuck now, but he also needed you present, in this moment with him. He reached around your limp body that was still leaning against your mirror, and snaked his arm up to firmly grip your neck. You protested tiredly, feeling him arch your body up until the back of your head was on his chest, and you moved your hands to his strong thighs to hold yourself up. 

Finally you opened your dazed eyes, taking in your fucked out self before locking eyes with Terry’s in the reflection, noting the delighted look on his face.

“Heyyy, there she is,” you hissed, feeling his hard tip slick through your wet folds as he began to grind, his deep voice coaxing you back to alertness, “that’s my good girl, don’t take your eyes off of us.” Terry watched you twitch and whimper as he smacked his leaking tip against your sensitive clit, and he gave you a sinister smile.

“I want you to watch yourself become mine.” His grip tightened on your neck as he roughly thrusted into you, only able to get halfway due to his large size, and you screamed quietly at the delicious stretch, nails digging into his thighs desperately trying to brace yourself.

“Oh fuck baby, that pussy is so much tighter than I thought” Terry stilled, looking down in fascination at the way your creamy essence trailed down the length of him he still couldn’t fit, and he almost came at the sight alone.

“Its okay bunny, I’m gonna get deep in her, watch me” he excitedly gripped your neck tighter, and brought his other hand to circle relentless fingers around your clit. You gasped and moaned and wiggled your hips slightly, and Terry had to close his eyes at the feeling, silently scolding himself for almost cumming too quickly. 

He started to give you shallow thrusts, deep groans leaving him as he felt more and more of his dick settle inside you, and you began to crave the feeling of being completely stuffed, so you started to grind back onto him and his head shot up, eyes finding yours again in the mirror.

“Yesss baby, that’s it. Take more of daddy’s dick” you couldn’t control your noises now, and Terry couldn’t even appreciate the fact that he was fully inside you because you were throwing your ass back onto him so fucking well, ass smacking loudly on his thighs. He released your neck, and used both hands to grip your hips, pulling you back harder.

“This pussy is so good baby, I fucking knew it would be” your head bobbled at the strength of his thrusts, and your eyes never left his face, compelled to being good for him, to earn his praises. “And this pussy is all mine, say it.” His nails dug into your hips pulling you harder, and you disgustingly loved that you’d have marks later to help you remember that all of this was real, and that it really happened. 

“Yesss daddy this pussy is yours” you moaned helplessly, tears flowing once again down your cheeks at the feeling of his tip harshly kissing your g spot from this angle. You brought your hands up above you, to grip the back of his head, turning your head slightly so you can look directly into his smokey gray eyes. “I’m gonna fucking cum daddy, you’re gonna make me cum” Terry was transfixed, sweat rolling down his face, mouth hanging open as your pussy squeezed down tightly onto him with your orgasm. This beautiful object of his sick obsession, his helpless bunny he needed to protect from the world, coming undone just for him, finally.

Terry pulled out of you suddenly, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he shot hot streams of cum on your ass, hands holding on to your hips as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this reality. Your hands stayed wrapped around his neck, too afraid you’d drop right to the ground if you let go, and Terry struggled to catch his breath as he rested his softening dick on your ass cheek. His voice was quiet when he spoke again.

“I know reality will sink in for you later tonight, when I’m gone” his hands softly massaged your hips as he continued, "Try to run, if you want. I’d love the excuse to come find you again." He chuckled softly, and you shivered knowing he was dead serious.

~~~~~~~

Happy halloween ya freaks 👻

[mauvecherie-writes]

FREAKTOBER 07 | terry richmond.

RATING: 18+ NSFW mature.

🎀 FREAKTOBER MASTERLIST 🎀

If there was one word that he would use to describe you, it would be perfection.

Skin as dark as the richest cocoa beans, lips plump and inviting with the softest, natural pout that he wanted to taste, beautiful eyes – always wide with curiosity and wonder and teeth naturally icy white and momentarily distracting from your lips. You belonged on the billboards of Times Square and the covers of magazines.

That’s how perfect you were – as if perfection had never existed before you.

Every word that left your lips, Terry listened with intent. He captured every single word with his ears and eyes. That was how captivated he was by you. His infatuation with you was almost like a possession of his body.

“Fuucckk.” Terry hissed to himself as he grabbed his growing hard-on. So lost in his thoughts of you, he had forgotten that he was in the shower. The beads of water rolled down his muscular back as he looked down at his dick that was swelling in his palm. Battling with his conscious, Terry tried to overcome the impulsiveness to close his palm into a fist and tug, but images of your body flashed throughout his mind. There you were, rolling and thrashing beneath him as he rolled his hips into you.

He closed his eyes as he succumbed to his urges. His fist closed around his dick, he gripped his length and pulled forward.

Oh shit.

Then he tugged backward.

Fuuuck.

He wanted to stop. He knew that he should stop. However, the intensity of his attraction and the frustration mounting did not allow him to stop as his last memory of you was framed in his mind. You had asked him to take a look at your clogged bathtub and like a menace, you had opened the door in nothing but a towel. The entire time, you hovered around him with the towel as your only cover up. And he had almost survived the visit until you moved to hug him, and the fabric fell in between you. Your perfectly round mounds perked up at him as your freshly, trimmed pussy sat in the valley of your thighs.

Terry remembered that in that moment, all he wanted to do was eat you until you were nothing but a ball of gibberish. The last of his restraint is what pulled him out of your apartment, across the hallway and into his own unit. In his own personal space to unleash his hunger.

Here he was, under his showerhead – his mind playing the vision of you as he desperately worked to reach relief … relief from his thoughts, relief from you.

Forward and back.

Over and over.

Twist and pull.

The steam that was rising around Terry intensified the moment, which made it harder for him to breathe but he did not care, he was too focused on his racing thoughts, chasing his high.

His muscles interlocked, stiffening as he rocked his hips into his fist. His groan rang out as his toes lifted from the bottom of the shower.

Forward and back.

Over and over.

Twist and pull.

His peak was near. He could feel it from the tingling at the base of his spine, the twitching of his hips and the rolling of his eyes. Terry’s hand was beginning to ache but still …

Forward and back.

Over and over.

Twist and pull.

Your beauty did not leave his mind, staying in the underside of his eyelids – afraid that you would disappear along with his climax. His vivid imagination conjuring the image of you on your knees, your wide eyes looking up at him, waiting to receive.

Forward and back.

Over and over.

And the moment of unnerving came for Terry. Right there, beneath the head of the shower as the water cascaded down his rigged back, his molten grey eyes opened in time to see the fruition of his labour, the cumulation of his desire for you seep from his tip and onto the tiled floor.

“Arrhh!” An animalistic growl left him as his orgasm rocked his body. His hands were on the wall, supporting his frame as his peak had left him disarmed with his strength diminished. He stood there, waiting out his climatic coma then he began to consider what he had done. After several months of composure and discipline, he gave into his desire, relieving the sexual tension that he had been supressing.

All gone within minutes.

Finding his strength, Terry tossed a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. As he prepared for a quiet night in, the crooning of Janet Jackson in the background – he tried to let go of his thoughts of his shower escapade. He had only been sated … for now.

The coldness of the kitchen floor shook him awake as he walked towards his fridge. He grabbed a bottle of water and chugged the contents of the bottle until only half was left.

Just as Terry was about to reach for a lunchbox of his prepped dinner, three small knocks came to his door. A chill travelled down the length of his spine – a sense of knowing settling within him of who it could be.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Not bothering to cover his bare torse, more eager to confirm his suspicions, Terry crossed the floor to the front door. The soft knocking had stopped but the steady beating of his heart against his chest had not.

He unlocked the door and widened it to see who it was. And there you were.

His perfection.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his naked chest greeting you. Terry smirked at the comical reaction that you had given him. You were holding onto a white plastic bag in your hands in front of you and only then did he register the smell of food.

The intense hold of his stare was making you squirm. Your usual gravity-defying curls were wrapped and secured in a scarf, exposing your delicate neck. He unconsciously licked his lips. You were dressed in a low-cut tank top and pyjama bottoms. The single straps on each shoulder could only mean one thing. The evidence was clear on your chest.

His assessment caused you to be bashful.

“What can I do for you Miss YN?” Terry asked as he let go of the door but held onto the frame. His towering figure forced you to brace your neck upward to meet his alluring eyes.

“I-uh.” You stuttered, letting go of the bag of food with one hand to lift your manicured nail to scratch your skull. “I just wanted to thank you fixing my tub earlier. I ordered a lot more Chinese takeaway than I can handle, I figured we could share.”

“Is the food a thank you gift or did you want to share it with me?” His eyebrow quirked up as he crossed his arms over broad chest. The bulging of his muscles made you momentarily lose your focus. Your lips softly parted as you exhaled.

You were here in front of him, looking as delectable as ever. To him, you were here unknowingly serving yourself on a platter. Or maybe you did know and that was why you were here.

“I’d say a bit of both.” You admitted, finally drawing your eyes away from his chest and back to meet his eyes.

“Alright then, Miss YN. Come in.” Terry smiled as he licked his lips. Before he took the food out of your hands, he moved out of the way to let you into his home. Terry closed the door and secured the locks. You were staying and by the end of the night, you were going to wish that you had just left the food at his door with a note.

Because he was hungry.

And not for this food in his hand.

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[sageispunk]

red lipstick (18+)

↳ "Don't let your husband stop you from finding the love of your life"

pairing: Maintenance Man! Terry Richmond x blackOC! Alisha Bryce

wordcount: 2.2k

warnings: infidelity, oral sex (m receiving), use of handcuffs, switch! Terry & OC, Daddy kink, lipstick kink, messy bjs, pouty desperate!Terry bc I wanted to

A/N: this is like basically a random part for this AU I've been fixated on for a minute, still not sure if I want to do chronological series or just a bunch of loosely connected oneshots but I'll figure that out l8rrrrr!!! lmk in the comments if you enjoyed this, also pls like + reblog, feel free to follow my notif blog @sageispunklibrary for updates!!!

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” 

Alisha kept her gaze on the man, down on her knees in the fancy, red, low-cut dinner dress he’d bought for tonight. The lights were low and her mouth was full, throat nearly stuffed with her lover’s manhood. He sat on her sofa, leaned back with his bare thighs spread apart on the orange velvet, one arm thrown across the back as if he owned the place. 

Terry was big–thick and long, unforgiving. She held her hands together down in front of her, wrists bound together by the fuzzy black cuffs he found while peeking through her nightstand drawer earlier in the day, as new as the day she bought them. 

She hummed as she took most of him down her throat, leaving only about an inch of his warm brown skin exposed to the chilled air. She could tell that wasn’t enough for Terry, not right now at least. He was desperate, aching for a release and she would be just that. 

She felt his hand on the back of her head loosely tangle itself in her long brown locs, fingertips lightly massaging into her scalp. With a sigh from her nose, she closed her eyes and relaxed herself, allowing him to stroke his hips up into her throat, bringing her precious cherry-tinted lips just a little closer to his base each time. Saliva dribbled out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down off her chin and onto his heavy balls. She could feel her thighs sticking together, the heat between them building with each passing second. 

“You can do it, mama…take Daddy’s dick down that throat…”

His sweet, daunting voice echoed in her mind, keeping her grounded in the moment. She loved it when he talked to her like this, so rough and dominating–manly. Not to mention using the handcuffs that had been sitting in her drawer for months, brand new and awaiting the perfect opportunity. Now, her dreams were being fulfilled. It was everything she was missing with Isaiah, and that fact only made her more eager to please him, pushing herself to her limits every time they fucked, and then some. 

“Look at me, Lisha.” 

Terry watched as she obeyed his command, breathless as he took in the scene before him. This perfect, nasty, brown-eyed beauty kneeling for him, worshiping his dick like it was all she’d ever needed. All that consumed her mind, day and night. He knew that it was, the same feelings growing within her and dictating her every move, he felt in himself. They were on the same level again, and he’d be damned if another motherfucker got in between them after this. 

He couldn’t help the moans that evaded him as she finally throated his entire length, not breaking eye contact as she nuzzled her nose into his trimmed pubes. For over twelve years, the man’s life had been structured around maintaining self-control and mental strength, but there was nothing or no one on this planet that made him feel as weak as Alisha did in this very moment. 

His bottom lip found itself clenched tightly between his pearly whites, a crease growing between his eyebrows while he took everything she gave him. She pulled up off his dick, slowly sliding back up with red lips, glossy with spit and precum.

“I missed you.” 

Alisha didn’t plan to say those words, but her nerves were soothed when he reciprocated the statement, his gruff voice hitting her ears and vibrating through her chest. She loved the strain in his voice, in his eyes, knowing that she had his tough exterior breaking down made her feel…powerful. On top of the world. 

Terry’s other hand came to her cheek, caressing her gently as he stared into her eyes, slightly pouting at the sight of his rock hard dick standing up right next to her face. 

He subconsciously made it jump, stealing her attention away. She watched it twitch in front of her, a hungry look growing in her dark eyes as her mouth watered. She needed to feel him stretch her again, her lips, her jaw, her throat. She just needed him inside again. 

Alisha leaned forward and her pink tongue darted out, licking a slow trail up the vein on the underside of his dick. She circled the tip of her tongue around the throbbing head, specifically avoiding his needy, leaking hole. Terry groaned from above, losing his restraint the more she avoided his most sensitive spot. His head was filled with nothing but echoes of pleas, anguished cries for her to relieve him. All he needed was her tongue. 

She smiled, watching his thighs flex and feeling the grip of his fingers tighten in her roots. She pressed her lips against the tip,  firm enough to leave a smudge of red lipstick against the brown flesh. A mark of her love. Craning her neck down, she aimed for a new spot: his balls, heavy and full of cum that he’d reserved for her and her only. Over three weeks apart and he found that nothing matched his freak quite like she did…not even his own hand would suffice.

Terry bucked his hips up when he felt her soft, sticky lips on his sack, leaving yet another beautiful stain. “Lishaaa, fuck!” 

He was supposed to be the one in charge at this moment, yet he felt like he had the least power, even with Alisha in handcuffs. He threw his head back, a loud groan escaping his lips as he found himself writhing, unable to take the teasing. This girl had his goddamn toes curling just from kissing on his balls. 

“Look at me, Terry.” 

Her sweet voice met his ears, gentle and delicate, with a hint of deception laced into her words. He returned his gaze to the woman, seeking some sort of solace in her deep brown orbs. As big and tough as he was, he was not prepared at all for how Alisha wanted to play with him tonight. For the last couple weeks, all he’d fantasized about was breaking her down all across her place…leaving his mark on her, in her, all around her. 

But here she was, beating him right to it. 

Alisha sat up on her knees a bit, not bothering to fix the cleavage spilling from her dress before leaning forward to plant her lips on the skin near his hip. They both stared at her nearly perfect lip print, eyes low and full of want. “Baby–”

“Take these cuffs off me, Terry. Let me take care of you like you take care of me, please.” 

Terry paused, searching her eyes for any hints of mischief but he came up short. Sitting forward on the sofa, he brought his hands down in between them, pulling hers up into his lap. He clasped both her wrists with his left hand, using his right to take his chain off, a shiny silver key dangling in front of her greedy eyes like the world’s last golden ticket. 

It was as if time slowed down, the air seemed thick and heavy, a cloud of desire extinguishing any sense of hesitation in the pair. They both watched as the key slid inside, twisting and releasing the lock with a soft click. The cuffs fell to the floor but Alisha’s hands remained, suspended in his hold. Terry’s eyes came back up to meet hers, intense and unrelenting as he pulled her closer. 

He swallowed down her gasp when their lips met, his eyes fluttering shut as he relished in both the softness and the slight taste of himself. Terry’s tongue wriggled into her mouth, passionately dancing with hers in a battle for dominance. They moaned into one another, lips melding together seamlessly, a reminder of how perfect they are together. 

Alisha pulled her hands from his grasp, slowly so as not to be noticed. Her slender fingers found his length, stiff and weeping for her. A thumb lightly tapped the stickiness on the head, and she grinned into the kiss at his sudden twitching. She rubbed light circles on it, attentive to the way his mouth began to fall open as she pulled back from the kiss, not bothering to slow her movements on his delicate tip. Her left hand fell back to his balls, holding them and only slightly squeezing the warm sack in her palm, just as she’d wanted to earlier.

“Does that feel good?”

His nod was barely noticeable, but she caught it. Just as well as she caught the quiver in his bottom lip when she squeezed just a bit tighter. 

She kneeled down between his thighs again, bringing her face back closer to what she’d needed most. Not wanting to waste anymore time keeping him on the edge, she dived in, removing her thumb and replacing it with her hot tongue. She reached her right hand up to one of his small brown nipples, rubbing his own stickiness from her thumb into the hardened bud. Terry’s body jerked up, attempting to crumble in on itself while her hungry tongue swirled around his tip. “Ohh shiiiiitttt, Lish, please, fuck!”

Her head dropped into his lap, her other hand coming up to rest on his thigh while his dick slid into her throat with much more ease than before. She bobbed up and down, savoring his taste on her tongue and his cries in her ears. She felt so in control, taking him down to the hilt each time, moaning and drooling around his thickness like a slut. 

“Baby, that shit feels–mmmm–so motherfuckin’ good, I swear to god…” Terry groaned out, his brain growing fuzzier while she went down on him like she’d been starving for his dick. She gagged and slurped and hummed around him, all the while looking up at him with those perfect, teary eyes– like a wet dream come to life. His big hands gripped the edges of the sofa while he tried to hold on to the little bit of self-control he had left.

Alisha came up once more, letting him fall out of her mouth before she refocused her attention on his balls. Both hands wrapped around his dick, steadily jerking him as she sucked and licked on his sack, not caring to wipe away the spit across her cheeks and chin. She was being messy and nasty and she didn’t give a fuck about embarrassing herself because she knew that Terry was loving this side of her as much as she did. 

He palmed his face, cursing under his breath as he felt himself at the edge once again. His legs trembled as he tried to hold on, to savor the feeling of her hands and her mouth on him again after so long. There was nothing he needed more but to be surrounded in her warmth, physically and emotionally. He longed to be this close to her, this vulnerable with her, always. 

She released his balls with a gentle pop!, continuing to jerk him off with both hands from the base to the tip. “Cum for me, daddy…” She stared i​nto his eyes, finding herself lost in them, in him. “I need to taste you, please.”

Terry relaxed as her soft whispers hit his ears, the combination of her dirty words and the yearning that was revealed in her eyes helping him over that peak. “Lisha, I’m–” 

She quickly put her mouth on the head as he tensed up underneath her, both his cries and her moans filling the room. The taste of his nut on her tongue had her nearly cumming herself, her thighs subconsciously grinding together as she listened to his whining above. 

“Oh my god, ohmyfucking–fuckkkk…” Terry’s usual rough, baritone voice was higher now, sweet and shaky as he panted out and emptied himself in her. His vision was teary but he tried to stay focused on Alisha between his thighs. She took everything that he gave her, slowing her hands down on his dick while swallowing down nearly every drop of his seed. The filthiest image of tonight seared itself into his mind when she smiled up at him, licking the spare cum off her fingers with more smeared on her plump pink lips. 

She giggled softly, watching the big man come back down to Earth, his dick softening back to its usual form. His gaze was soft now, the love he felt for her shining right through his long eyelashes. As the intensity of the moment calmed down, she became more aware of her sore knees on the carpet, but especially her bare, aching pussy underneath her dress. Terry noticed her shifting and immediately straightened up, leaning forward to pull her up into his lap. “C’mere, love..” She sat on his left thigh with her legs stretched out across his right, burying her face into his neck. “You did a good job, baby…made me feel so good, thank you.” 

He spoke his praises into her hair in between kisses, rubbing a large hand up and down her exposed back. She sunk into the feeling, head still hazy but paying more attention now to what her body craved from him. Terry gently laced his fingers in her locs, pulling back to find her eyes again. 

“You gon’ let me take care of you now?”

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