#Terry Richmond x black reader

[rawflwrs]

BLURB

▐ terry richmond ୫ black!reader

summary: terry is obsessed with clueless reader and her knitted stockings

warnings: explicit language, slight foot fetish (?), degradation, spitting, begging, fisting, pet names (daddy, princess, etc), overstimulation, dacryphilia, slapping, bimbofication, choking and praising (if you squint) — sub!reader & dom!terry

tags: @notapradagurl7 @simplyzeeka @blackmoonchilee @pocketsizedpanther @blackpinup22 @ovohanna24 @becauseimswagman1 @naughtynolly-blog @honey-b-heart @blyfee @lady-olive-oil @episode-ff @kaylaahisthebestest-

Terry is a sick man. A very sick man. The way his eyes hung low as he watched you throw your legs on his lap, your shorts riding up. He traced his fingers against your white knitted stockings that he loved to see you wear, admiring them as you ramble about your day, wondering if you knew what you were doing to him.

The way his dick rose at the thought of your clothed feet rubbing against his hard cock, with those stockings soaking up his pre-cum. “I don’t even understand what I did wrong.” You pouted explaining your frustration, but realistically Terry could care less. All he wanted to do was ruin your pretty pussy to keep that pretty mouth shut: and that he did.

His car rocked as he blew out smoke, watching you bounce on his thick cock. Your muffled sobs was music to his ears. “You’re daddy’s pretty little slut, aren’t you?” Terry asked, mockingly. “M’ yourr- ah!” You attempted to speak until you felt a hard slap on your cheek. Terry laughed, taking a drag of his blunt, pulling you by your neck to blow some smoke into your mouth.

You whined, blowing the smoke out, feeling yourself reach your high as his cock pressed into what felt like your heart. He was so deep. You started bouncing faster, gripping onto his muscular shoulders for support, knowing you were close to climax. Terry held your thighs down with one hand to stop you from moving. “Who said ‘mma let you cum, huh?” He asked rhetorically. “M’ sorry, daddy! Can’t hold” you hiccuped, wetting your cheeks with hot tears. He was pushing you to your limits and you hated how much you loved it.

Your brain felt fuzzy. You knew you couldn’t hold out for much longer and decided to give in, hoping the consequences weren’t too bad. You came hard on his cock, leaking onto his leather seat as you breathed out heavily. You rested your head on his shoulder in hopes of calming yourself down when you felt your hair being pulled back with force. You thought he had ripped a couple strands of your hair out.

He moved himself out of you, before he hissed saying, “what the fuck did I tell you?” You squirmed in his lap, staying silent. He ashed his blunt and placed to the side. “You can’t speak now?” He mocked, using his free hand to grab your neck, applying enough pressure to excite you, but not enough to intentionally hurt you. He would never hurt his baby.

“Get in the back, now.” He ushered you to move to the backseat. Although you would never admit it, you loved how rough he got when he was high. The way he fulfilled every lewd fantasy you had kept you on edge. Sober Terry was more gentle. He catered to your needs and prioritised your body to make you feel comfortable, whereas, intoxicated Terry was selfish and loved reminding you that you belonged to him. . . Only him.

As you climbed in the backseat, waiting for him to join you, you began removing your clothes. First, your sweater, then your shorts and when you went to remove your stockings, he quickly stopped you by kissing his teeth. “Nah, keep that on.” He ordered with a smirk. He climbed to the back, sitting straight with his back towards the door as you sat there patiently waiting for his next order. “What’s our safe word?” He asked sincerely. “Pancakes.” You replied, voice barely above a whisper. He slapped your cheek, rubbing the same place he just slapped. “Good girl.”

“You gotta start listening to daddy, princess.” He began his rant, pulling his pants all the way off. “You know the rules. Right, baby?” He asked, continuing to strip naked. “M’ sorry, pa. I didn’t mean to cum without permission.” You put your head down, feeling somewhat ashamed. Terry rubbed your still wet cheek from when you were crying previously and kissed your forehead. “Come here.” He motioned for you to move forward. You shifted forward, looking up at him with your glossy eyes. “Open.”

You opened your mouth wide, feeling his spit melt into your mouth. “Swallow.” You swallowed it without a second thought, smiling softly. “Good girl. My pretty girl.” He rubbed your cheek, smiling back at you. He moved his hand to the back of your head, pushing you down towards his grown erection. He tapped his two-toned thick cock on your lips twice, watching his pre-cum drip onto your soft lips. “So beautiful.” He expressed.

You stared at him innocently, tasting the tip before slowly dropping down, inhaling his cock inch by inch. He used his left hand to grab the back of your hair tightly, bobbing your head up and down his cock. “So fucking dirty.” He groaned. Big wet spit bubbles formed as you slurped him whole, proud that you were being so good for him. “You like being my fuck toy, don’t you?” His eyes rolled back, keeping a firm grip on your head as you hummed in response.

You took him deeper while more spit crowded around your mouth and fell onto your chest. It was so disgustingly beautiful. “You gonna let me fuck that throat up?” You hummed in response, approving. With a small exhale through your nose, he placed both of his hands on your head and stroked his cock with your head, letting your soft lips reach the base of his cock, holding you in place. “Fuckk!” He breathed out. You felt yourself start to lose your breath and that fuzzy feeling reappeared; almost as though you lost the ability to think.

The heat between your thighs growing more aggravating by the minute, you tapped his thigh to let you come up. He let go of your head and you immediately lifted up, gasping for air as your saliva dripped onto his dick. Before you knew it, he pushed you back onto his cock, bobbing your head faster. You knew he reached his high and was close to climax when he started mumbling incoherent nonsense. “You taking my dick so well, mama.” He praised. You were his fleshlight.

Soon, you felt hot liquid shoot at the back of your throat and a loud grunt from Terry’s lips. He slowly bobbed your head to make sure he covered every inch of your throat as if he was signing his name and let go of you once he was sure that he was empty.

Terry smiled when he saw you swallow it and stick your tongue out to show him it was all gone. “Good girl.” He slapped you harshly on your cheek, pressing a kiss straight after. “Please, pa.” You begged. “What do you want? Hmm?” He asked, knowing all you wanted was to be fucked brainless. He watched you lay down on your back, lifting your leg up to place on his broad shoulders. He rubbed your stockings, biting the fabric that covered your feet, twirling his tongue around your toes as you tried to suppress your moans. “I asked you a question.” He glared, continuing to suck on your toes through your stockings.

“I want you to use me.” You pleaded. You felt so embarrassed. On the outside, most people thought you were somewhat of a strong, independent woman who wouldn’t take shit from anyone, but here you are begging to be used like a meaningless toy. How pathetic. “That’s all you had to say.” He smiled against your feet, trailing kisses up and down your legs. “Open that pussy wide.” He ordered, watching closely as you brought your hands to your clit, spreading it open.

The way it was glistening, begging for him to touch it, abuse it, relieve it. Terry lost all composure. He sat back on the middle seat, facing forward, calculating his next move. He motioned for you to lay on his lap. As you moved towards his lap, you let out a small whine, feeling a strong hot sensation on your ass. Then another and another and another.

You were practically sobbing by the fifth slap. Knowing he was going for his sixth harsh slap, you moved your hand back to try and stop him, in an attempt to ease the pain. “T-Terr-y slo’ dow-n.” You pleaded, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence. “The fuck you just call me?” He gripped you by your hair to look you dead in your eyes.

You fucked up. “W-wait! M’ sorry.” You tried to apologise, but you knew he wasn’t going to accept it. On a normal day, he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, but during a time like this? You knew better. Before you could say anything else, his four large fingers were buried deep into your wet folds, moving in and out of you fast. The wet gushing sound filled his car as he quickened his pace, watching you crumble beneath him. You tried to speak, but no words could physically come out of your mouth: just sweet nothings.

“What’s my name?” He asked, wondering if he should fist your tight hole to stretch you out ready for when he’s going to fuck you senseless. “Da- ah!” You squealed as you felt yourself squirting. Your legs felt so numb and all you could do was cry because you knew he wasn’t gonna stop until you said what he wanted to hear. He added his fifth finger and began fisting roughly into you, using his free hand to grab your throat. “You can take it, mama. What’s my name?” He asked again. All you could feel was how close you were to climax and how deep his big hand was rammed into your pussy.

“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” He slowed his pace down, knowing you were close. “D-ddy.” You whispered, brain foggy, sweat dripping from every part of your body. You wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out. “I can’t hear you. Say it again.” At this point, you could’ve sworn you saw the light, but you tried pushing through knowing your orgasm was going to be worth it. “Daddy!” You screamed. With that, Terry pulled his fist out as your body started to jitter, meaning you were about to cum.

“Let it out, mama.” His deep voice echoed. Your quiet sobs filled up the car as you came. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, mixing your cum in with your squirt fluid, enjoying how far he pushed you. “So fucking sexy.” He hummed, pulling his thumb to your lips for you to suck on. Your plump lips wrapped around his thumb, tasting your sweet juices. He thought you looked the prettiest in times like these.

“You gone let me beat that pussy up?” He asked with a smirk, rubbing your covered feet. You could feel the excitement leap out of you as your small giggles blessed his ear. No matter how far he pushed you, you always wanted more.

PART TWO???

[megamindsecretlair]

hey i just need something real nasty between husband and wife with mr.aaron (i say it key and peele😂😂) with some angst before the actual plot🤭

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive, beautiful.

Made You Fall For Me

Pairing: Husband!Terry Richmond x Wife!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Cursing, teasing (fem and male receiving), PIV, oral (female receiving), Reader is able to be picked up, use of pet names, angst. Mentions of death of a loved one, trauma. All consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: It had been two weeks since the anniversary of Mike’s death and Terry still beat himself up over it. Tired of Terry not letting you in, you join him in the shower and show him that he has a life to lead right here and now with you. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog

Word Count: 5,371k

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A/N: Thank you so much for dealing with my hiatus. I'm stronger mentally than I have ever been. Definitely worked on myself and stopped being so hard on myself. The kind asks really helped me find my way back, so have this smutty fic as a giant thank you! Thank you so much for all your continued support! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Terry sighed as he entered the bedroom. You looked up from your phone to watch your husband. 

His tall frame moved fluidly around the space, taking off of his pants and his shirt. It was soaked through having just finished at the gym. He sat on the edge of the bed to fling off his socks and toss it in the knit hamper. 

“Hey babe,” you said. 

“Hey baby,” Terry sighed.

You stared at the back of his head as his shoulders drooped the longer he sat on the bed. He looked so…dejected. Like someone sucked the air from his tires. You leaned up and let your powder blue throw blanket fall from your shoulders.

This was the second week in a row that your husband was still in this funk. Two weeks since the anniversary of Mike’s death where it seemed like Terry relived it all over again. It started with a dream, the very moment he ran into the hospital carrying Summer. Hopped up on adrenaline, a bullet in his shoulder, and him looking for the next threat. 

Then he would slowly withdraw mentally, checking out of conversations. Floating through the motions of going to work and getting back home. You were worried that he would get into an accident but he was able to operate on auto-pilot, navigating the world just as he normally would. 

It was both sad and amazing that he was able to do so. But this wasn’t your husband. This was a guilt ridden man who sometimes realized that he had no family. You were his family, of course, but he had no living blood relative alive. Mike was his one and only connection and that was severed by hate and pride. 

“Baby, will you please talk to me?” You asked. You fiddled with the edge of your phone. He wasn’t facing you, but you were still nervous to look at his face. You didn’t know which would be worse. Hearing you and choosing not to speak or not hearing you at all because he was lost somewhere you couldn’t reach?  

“I-I’m trying,” he said. He tilted his head to the side. You longed to comfort him, hold him, console him in some way. But every time you reached out, he would stare at you as if he couldn’t feel it. Couldn’t feel you. 

You didn’t know how to help him through this. You’ve lost people, sure, but you always had enough family and friends to fall back on. You didn’t know what it was like for him and he was too stubborn to let you take some of his pain. 

You moved forward and crawled on the bed towards him. He stiffened as you got closer and you wrapped your arms around him anyway. You held on and placed your hand over his heart. It beat rapidly beneath your fingers and you inwardly sighed in relief. He was still in there. His heart still beat.

“You have to stop beating yourself up about this. He wouldn’t want you to blame yourself forever,” you said. You kissed his back and rested your cheek on his skin. He was always so warm, like your own personal fire pit. But due to the sweat, he was cold and clammy. 

“I was supposed to protect him. That was my one and only job,” Terry said. 

“You were supposed to love him. But what happened was out of your control,” you said. 

Terry sighed and stood up, breaking your embrace. He hung his head as he walked to the bathroom. The door closed decisively and you flinched from the harsh sound. The light turned on underneath the doorway. The shower turned on and you didn’t hear anything further. 

Some days you wanted to knock your husband’s teeth in. His overprotective instincts went into hyperdrive, past the point of what was healthy. He refused to think of himself and the consequence be damned. Other times, you just wanted to wrap him in a floofy blanket and never let him out of your sight. You couldn’t very well fault him for wanting to keep you safe when you were the exact same way. 

But this…it varied on when he’d be able to pull himself out of this. Sometimes you’d say or do something to bring him back. Sometimes he’d take a deep breath and release that dark cloud. And sometimes, he’d disappear for a whole day and return back to the sweet, loving man you married. 

But fuck this. You missed your husband. And you were tired of seeing him walk around like a zombie. You got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

Steam rushed out and passed over your exposed skin. You closed the door behind you and noted the discarded underwear on the floor and a red towel on the edge of the sink. Terry’s silhouette moved just behind the foggy glass doors. 

You quickly stripped, flinging your lavender sleep set to the ground with his briefs. You stuffed your bonnet beneath a shower cap and slid the glass doors back. Terry looked over his shoulder at you and you entered the spacious shower behind him. 

The custom shower with tiles painted in different shades of brown was roomy enough for about three people comfortably if they were all intimate. Water cascaded down from a waterfall shower head, pouring down over Terry’s strong body. Water dripped from the edge of his wide nose, his full lips, and his well-defined chest. You followed the trail of water down his belly and over his long, thick dick. Water fell down in his long legs and huge feet. 

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m taking a shower,” you said. You shoved past him and grabbed your wash cloth, pulling it under the spray of water to get it wet. 

Terry huffed. “Had to be now?” He asked.

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘P’. Instead of grabbing your favorite soap, you grabbed his and lathered up the wash cloth. 

“C’mon,” Terry said. He tugged on your arm for you to turn around. 

You did so and slapped the wash cloth against his chest. “I miss you,” you said, cutting off whatever he was about to say. He closed his mouth and grimaced, jaw flexing. 

You flattened both of your hands against his chest and stepped closer. Water hit your back at a lukewarm temperature. You had no clue how he could shower like this but that wasn’t the point. “I miss my husband and I need you to come back, right now,” you said. 

Terry closed his eyes and his long eyelashes fanned across his cheeks. His mouth worked like he wanted to say something but the words never came. Whatever he wanted to say lodged in his throat and he couldn’t choke it out.

“So after this shower, you better step out of it and remember that you did everything right for Mike. And he made his own choices. That’s not your fault. It has never been your fault. And it’s time you accept that,” you said. 

You moved the wash cloth over his skin, scrubbing him down. Soap transferred to his body in thick suds, falling down his skin. He watched you and shut his mouth as you scrubbed him all over his chest and moved on to his arms. 

His eyes never left yours as you massaged the cloth between his fingers. He sighed and hummed as you found tense spots. You rubbed him deeper in those areas, working out the tension. 

You maneuvered behind him so he could rinse and then washed his back, creating big circles of soap. You moved down to his ass, teasing him a bit. He grunted and then chuckled. Well, that was a good sign. If he was chuckling then at least he was starting to relax. 

You washed down his legs, tickling him in areas. He danced out of your way and you warned him to be careful in this slippery ass shower.

“If you die, I’ll bring you back and kill you again,” you warned.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and smirked. 

You worked your way back to his front. His dick twitched and bobbed in your face. You looked up at him and his head was tilted to the side as he looked down at you. Fuck, he was pretty like this. Above you, staring at you, and in all his naked glory.

He needed to walk around like this more often. For your eyes only. That beautiful male body needed to be on display 24/7. 

You looked at his dick and then slowly dragged your eyes up his body and back to his striking ocean eyes. He took in a deep breath as his mouth curved upward. The rise and fall of his chest had an answering throb in your clit. You dropped to your knees on the hard flooring but it barely registered in your mind. 

Your husband worked his way back to you in the best way you both knew how. Sex was everything to the both of you. The one way you knew you were on solid ground. From the moment you two met, it had been electric and consuming. Always finding ways to touch each other or be near each other and breathe each other’s air. 

You dragged the wash cloth over his dick. At the first press of your hand, he hissed and jerked his hips towards you. You steadied your left hand on his hip and then stroked him with your right. 

He lifted his head towards the showerhead and let the water run down his face. Since he leaned back, water fell on top of your head and face but you kept looking towards him and the look on his face. 

He was hands down the most beautiful man you had ever met. And the kindest. He wasn’t always nice. He had more than enough words to say about folks that crossed him. But he was always kind, always treated people with respect. And he was a gentleman on top of it. Always opened your doors, always stood on the side of the street closest to danger. Every day, you found new ways to fall in love with your man. You only wished he’d forgive himself. 

“I love you. And I miss you. I need you to come back,” you told him. You increased the pressure, giving him long, slow strokes. All the way down to his base, squeezed, and then worked your way back to his tip. 

He groaned and rolled his neck, moving his hips. Your pussy throbbed seeing cum leak from his tip. He leaned one hand on the side of the shower, fingers pushing into the grooves. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have to let me in when things get dark, Terry. I don’t like feeling like I’m on the outside,” you told him.

Terry nodded his head and his eyes turned darker. But he didn’t look so far away now. His eyes were clearer, more present. “I hate feeling like I failed,” he said. His jaw flexed and you matched him stare for stare. 

“You did everything you possibly could. You deserve a life too. Not to punish yourself for the life Mike doesn’t have,” you said. You paused stroking and let the sound of the shower fill the room. 

Steam rose to the ceiling in wispy clouds. Soap and water rushed down Terry’s body. His chest rose and fell in heaving sighs but then evened out. Once his breathing returned to normal, you began stroking him again.

He groaned and dropped his head as you increased your strokes. You watched his face and watched the emotions play across his features. His lush lips parted and he moaned, deeply and guttural. “I’m gonna bust,” he moaned.

“Give it to me,” you whispered, just loud enough to be heard above the spray of water. You kept your same pace and three strokes later, Terry’s dick throbbed and his cum splashed onto your neck and titties. 

Terry’s moans were sweet music to your ears. You grinned evilly and kept stroking. He jerked and stuttered with chuckles and reached out to still your hands. He huffed and chuckled, giving you a saucy wink. 

He pulled you up by your arms and crushed his lips to yours as soon as you were within reach. He grabbed the cloth from your hands and hung it on the lip of the shower door. He cupped your neck in both hands and angled your face to meet his rough kisses. You moaned into his mouth. You missed this. You missed him. So damn badly.

The ache in your chest finally lifted now that your man was back. He healed and soothed with every kiss, every swipe of his tongue, every caress of his thumb on your wet skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he harshly whispered between kisses. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered back.

Terry pulled back and looked into your eyes. He narrowed his and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I will call and get help later today. There’s no excuse for how I’ve been acting. You deserve better from me,” he said.

You tilted your head and kissed his wrist. “I do. But I also know we’re in this for life. So I need you to let me in more,” you said.

Terry nodded. “I promise. Thank you, for sticking with me through this shit,” he said.

“That’s what wives are for,” you said with a giggle. 

Terry took a deep breath and then a mischievous gleam made his hazel eyes twinkle. A smirk curved his lips and he began to massage your neck. You hummed and your eyes drooped. “Husbands are for protecting you and taking care of you, right?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said slowly, eyeing him. He was up to something…

Terry flipped you around and pressed your chest against the glass shower doors. You cried out from the sudden cold on your nipples as he pushed until your titties flattened against the doors. He kicked your legs wider to spread for him and your body shivered from his casual roughness. 

“T-Terry,” you sighed. 

Terry locked your arms behind you, hooking his arm around your elbows so that you were unable to move. Terry licked the shell of your ear and you shuddered. He slipped his free hand around your throat to pull your neck back and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna make up for my bullshit,” he promised with heat laced through every syllable. 

“Terry, you don’t–”

Terry cut you off by moving his hand from your neck to his dick. He ran the tip through your dripping folds and then plunged inside with a rough thrust. “Oh shit!” You cried out, twisting your hands to try and slow him down. But because he had your arms trapped, you had no choice but to take his dick.

He angled your hips into a more comfortable position and then he slipped his hand back around your throat. He grunted with every deep thrust, filling you up, and making you take it. 

“Too much, too much,” you whined, trying to lean away from him. Terry pushed into you harder, pinning you to the door, while he continued to fuck you. Your forehead leaned on the doors and your breath fogged up the glass with your moans and sighs. 

“You can take it, baby,” he said, sinking you deeper and harder onto his length. He kissed your neck, licked and nibbled in areas, and moved upwards to your ear. “I love you so much. And I know I’ve been an ass. I haven’t been fair to you,” he whispered in your ear while he continued to dig into your guts.

You weren’t quite prepared for him to be so sweet and so nasty all at once. He gave you no time to fully hear his message or fully focus on his dick inside you so you were stuck in a twisted limbo. Suspended between absolute pleasure and your heart swelling with emotions. 

“That ends today, okay? I’ll prove that I’ll do better,” he said. He grunted and cursed under his breath. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s my job as your husband. And it’s a job I take seriously,” he said. He smiled against your neck and then pulled you into a rough kiss over your shoulder. Your lips danced and played with each other as your orgasm rushed to the surface. 

You began to cry and stutter as it washed over you. Terry moaned as you squeezed around his dick. “Fuck, that’s it,” he panted into your ear. 

When you came down, Terry let your arms go. He slipped out with a grunt and stepped back. You missed the heat of him instantly. He rubbed the feeling back into your arms from having them bent back for so long. He grabbed the discarded wash cloth from the top of the shower and rinsed it out.

He lathered up with his soap and then carefully washed down your back and your ass. His finger slipped between your cheeks to tease as he washed you down and you giggled with him. 

Terry turned you around and washed down your front. Washed the cum from your chest that didn’t rinse off from the water. You smiled at each other, finding your way back with every swipe of the cloth across your titties, your tummy, and down your thighs. He ran the cloth between your legs, careful not to get soap in between, and you moaned just from having his hands on you again.

His lips on yours. His eyes seeing you again after weeks of zoning out. Hints of your husband poked through that barrier he erected and now you were let in behind the wall. You grinned at him and leaned on your toes for a kiss. 

The kiss was meant to be innocent and sweet, just something to show that you loved him. That you were there and never letting him disappear again. But Terry kissed you deeper, grabbing you about the neck once more and crushed his lips to yours. 

His tongue slipped inside and then he gently nibbled on your bottom lip with his teeth. “Terry,” you sighed. Your stomach flipped with desire. Pussy throbbing. Once wasn’t nearly enough. 

“I know,” he said. He lifted your chin and brought you in for a sweet kiss. He deepened the kiss even as he maneuvered you towards the shower wall. He lifted you by the ass to wrap your legs around his hips. 

“Fuck,” you cried out. It never ceased to amaze you that he was so strong. He worked hard in the gym to take care of himself but also to lift every pound you had. He lifted without effort, without strain, and grinned when he caught the look on your face. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Terry said. He stared into your eyes as he pushed back into you. Back into your warm, wet heat and you both groaned as he pushed in slowly, all the way down to the base. 

Your nails dug into his back and shoulders, clutching on for dear life. He was huge and thick. Long. He pulled back and then sank in once more, repeating this over and over to make you feel every last inch of him. Feel his mushroom head push against your soft, spongy walls welcoming him in. 

Your mouth dropped open, needing to release something. A cry, a moan, a word. Nothing came as he stroked into you, increasing with each one. Soon, he was slamming into you. His wet, loud strokes echoed in the tiled shower and your cries soon joined it. 

“You feelin’ me?” He asked. 

You nodded. You adjusted your arms around his neck and he dropped his forehead to yours. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. You locked your eyes with him and it somehow made his strokes even more intense. He throbbed inside you. 

“You feel me. Right here and now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m never going away again,” he moaned while he stroked. 

“Terry,” you sniffled. 

Fuck, this was all you ever wanted. You didn’t need him to be perfect. You didn’t need him to be a textbook definition of a husband. You just wanted him present and with you. Sharing his pain and his joys. Sickness and health. Better and worse. Those were the vows you swore before a room full of your close friends and family. 

“I feel you. I feel you right here,” you promised. 

Terry switched up his strokes, getting deeper than before and bottoming out. You both groaned and threw your heads back, getting lost in the sensation of him filling you up. Connecting the both of you. As close as you could possibly be to another human being. 

Terry leaned down and kissed you, playing with your lips, even as his hips slammed into you over and over. Pressure built in your belly, making your thighs quake and your arms tremble. “Terry, please, I can’t,” you begged. It was too much. It felt like you were out of control, out of your norm, unrooted. 

Terry only continued exactly what he was doing. “You’re taking me so well, baby. You can keep going,” he said. 

Your eyes swam and your vision turned blurry as you clung to him and came undone on his dick again. Your cries were loud enough to echo and bounce off of the tiled walls and ceiling, giving you a feedback loop of your own pleasure. It amplified your orgasm and you shut your eyes and surrendered to the overwhelming feeling. 

Terry kissed you all over your face, neck, and shoulders. He pumped you into you until his own hips stuttered and shot loads of thick cum into your pussy. You whined and shivered as he fucked his cum deeper and deeper. 

He slowed to a gradual stop and you stayed connected like that while you both recovered. Water still pelted the both of you and you kissed on each other, soaking up the moment. Terry leaned over and turned off the water, still holding you.

He smiled and kissed your lips. He nuzzled your nose. “Missed this,” he said.

“Me too,” you said. You kissed his cheek. 

Terry carefully stepped out of the shower with you still wrapped around him like a spider monkey. You were glad. Because now that you had him back, you weren’t ready to let him go. As if you would keep him here with you by sheer force of will. 

He moved the towel from the edge of the sink and placed you down, slipping out of you. You kissed and loved on each other while he dried the both of you off. Greedy for more, you reached between you to play with his heavy balls. 

Terry groaned and tilted his head down at you. “You sure you wanna do that?” He asked.

You continued fondling his balls, rubbing them between your fingers, and making him moan. His hips canted towards yours and you bit your lip, needing him back inside. Two orgasms weren’t enough. No number would satisfy you. 

“It’s been too long,” you pouted and looked at him. 

He chuckled and kissed you, taking possession of your poked out lip. He suckled on it and you moaned, feeling your pussy respond and ache from just this small action. 

“Get that sexy ass on our bed. Let me clean up in here and I’ll take care of that,” he said. 

You pouted again and whined but he bit your lip. “Now.” He deepened his voice and arched a perfect eyebrow at you. 

You rolled your eyes and his eyebrow lifted higher. You grinned and hopped off the sink. While being punished for your attitude would be fun, you just wanted him right now. No extras, no games. You wanted to enjoy him and enjoy his body. 

He smacked your ass as you walked out and he chuckled after you shrieked and hid your ass behind your hands. You skipped to your bedroom and laid down on your bed. Cool air blew across your damp skin but it wasn’t freezing or uncomfortable.

The temperature was just right to make you hyper aware of your body. Of the feel of your skin and the thorough fucking Terry just gave you. Your pussy was still sensitive but you couldn’t resist teasing your clit. You ran your other hand along your skin, your belly, and your titties. Squeezing your nipple between your fingers and moaning from the dual sensations. 

“Terry…” you called out, drawing out his name. If he didn’t get in here soon, you were about to take matters into your own hands. 

The afternoon sun was setting low, rich oranges and golds slanting through your curtains and casting a warm glow about your room. Most days, you hated that your place faced east and west, but on lazy days like today, it was perfect. 

Terry moved about the bathroom, you had no clue what he was doing. So you closed your eyes and continued to play with yourself. You grew wetter by the second, your mind filling in with images of Terry’s broad chest. His narrow hips. That monster he had between his legs and the unbridled pleasure he managed to provide every single time. 

God, you loved that man. In every which way you were able to get him. You didn’t have the words to convey it but you’d spend the rest of your life trying to find them. 

You moaned as your imagination took over. Replaying what happened in the shower, the look on his face, the fire in his hazel eyes. You sighed as Terry entered the room.

“Oh, you bold,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. 

You didn’t stop though. You spread your legs further and shifted on the bed so that he could get a clearer view. “All warmed up for you,” you teased. 

Terry’s eyes dropped to the core of you, at the way you held your pussy lips open. Your other hand teased around your clit in figure eights, dipping into your pussy every so often to gather up more essence. 

Terry’s tongue swiped out to lick from one side to the other. Your fingers lost their rhythm. “Keep going,” he commanded. 

You whined and started up again but you couldn’t think straight. Not with him leaning against the wall looking at you like you were a five course meal and he was a starving man. When you just couldn’t find that spot again, Terry smirked and walked closer.

“What happened?” He asked.

“You,” you said. 

Terry smirked and took his time kneeling at the edge of the bed. He grabbed your thighs and pressed his thumbs to your inner thighs, massaging them. “Fuck,” you moaned and twisted, trying to close your legs and trap his hands there.

“Naw. Open back up. That’s what you get for trying to handle it yourself,” he said. 

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you,” you said and smirked. Terry lifted an eyebrow but his eyes were still on your throbbing pussy. He had to see how you were clenching around nothing. Clenching and reaching for him. 

He leaned down and kissed your clit. He retreated too quickly for your blood and you whined, pushing your hips back towards his face. 

“I’m still apologizing so I won’t make you beg this time,” he said. Without further ado, he dragged his pink, juicy lips through your folds, hunting for your clit. His tongue darted out and teased, dragging the tip through your folds. His tongue was warm as it flattened against your clit and he licked.

“Fuck!” You screamed out. 

Terry smiled between your legs before getting down to business. He suckled and licked and nibbled while he feasted on your pussy. Your pussy throbbed and ached while he slurped up your essence noisily. 

“Fuck, baby. Right there,” you moaned.

Terry locked in to the spot and swirled his tongue around in tight circles. You clutched to the covers, nails digging in for dear life as you twisted and jerked. You reached down to grab onto the back of his head and push his head deeper. 

Terry placed his hands to your thighs and pinned them to the bed while he ate you out, never stopping for breath. He just ate like a man possessed until you were twitching and crying out on his tongue, reaching your climax in record time.

Terry continued to eat you out through it, whispering into your pussy how perfect and sexy you were. How much he had to make up for. Your throat was scratched raw from all the moaning you were doing, too spent to respond. To tell him that he didn’t have a damn thing to make up for. His pain was valid and he had a right to see it through, but he had to see it through. Not just disappear into his head.

None of that came through. Your vision swam as you looked at the popcorn ceiling, too blissed out to form a coherent sentence. Terry replaced the view of the ceiling, leaning down on his fists, as he smirked at you.

“Still with me?” He asked.

“Always,” you sighed. 

He chuckled as he climbed onto the bed. It dipped beneath his weight, jostling you a bit. His knees pushed your legs on top of his thighs. His eyes sparkled as he slipped into you, meeting no resistance from your pussy.

“Shit,” you grunted. You pushed feebly at his chest. Not necessarily to make him stop, but fuck, you needed time to recover. Time to catch your breath. He stole the motherfucker, the least he could do was let you gain it back.

“Nothing feels better than this,” he said. He sank deeper into you, making you curl into him and squeeze his hips with your legs. He grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head, poking your chest out for his lips to capture your nipples.

He suckled on them, going back and forth between the two, while he fucked into you lazily. Unhurried. Like he managed to pause time long enough to focus on delivering you pleasure. His eyes found yours and he smiled, his dazzling grin turning you stupid and pliant.

He groaned as he felt your body relax and he dug into you, harder, deeper, faster. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” you moaned.

“Cum with me, baby,” he said.

You whined and focused on cumming with him like he said. You could feel him throbbing inside you, close, oh so close. You panted, sweating, legs trembling, back bowing. He leaned to one side so that he could slip his free hand between your legs to play with your clit.

Your moans increased to a near panic as your orgasm came running at his beck and call. You cried out and your squeezing pussy milked him. He moaned and dropped his head as he spilled into you over and over, his body trembling from the force. 

He kissed your cheek but you otherwise laid there and enjoyed the feeling of him crushing you to the bed. Who needed oxygen anyway?

Your stomach rumbled, breaking the beautiful silence after such a powerful moment. You both laughed as it rumbled again. Terry released your hands and you covered your tummy. He pushed your hands away with his chin and then kissed your belly. 

“We’re gonna need another shower and then I need to feed my wife,” he said.

“Feed your wife or feed your wife?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows. You were spent and tired but you could find another round in you for him. Always for him. 

“Both, nasty ass,” he said. He stood up and then pulled you with him to stand as well. He gave you a sweet, tender kiss and promised over and over with both his tongue and his actions that he would become a man worthy of your love. 

The end.

I love you all. The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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[theereina]

After Big Mama pt. 12, the second part of this will be the next release.

Let Me Teach You

Pairing: Toxic Professor!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +7K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, baby girl, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), P in V, Toxic Dom!Terry *if you squint and turn your head*, breeding kink

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: 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 ME (theereina). 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.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

ding

Shanice: wya

Me: Heading to the Eng. 2 study session for finals

Shanice: aww, you going to see bae🥰

Me: STFU!

Shanice: why you mad? you know i ain't lying

Me: Go to hell. I ain't got time for this. BYE!

Shanice: oop! k, bye hoe

As I approached the door to the classroom, I saw a sign taped on the glass. There was a message written in red.

Study session moved to the library

Oh, come on! That meant I now had to walk across campus. Reluctantly, I turned on my heels and walked toward the exit at the end of the hallway.

Opening the double doors, the winter breeze whipped me across the face. I knew my face was probably red and puffy. The tip of my nose was left stinging from the wrath of the cold. I was pissed because I had dressed way too lightly for this. I was only wearing a black T-shirt dress, thin black tights that looked like stockings, and a black and white varsity letterman jacket. At least, my furry black boots were doing a hell of a job keeping my feet warm.

10 minutes later

As I walked into the assigned study room, I was confused by it being empty. I took a seat on the third row which was closer to the back of the room.

I always felt more comfortable being as far away from the front as possible. It made it easier to get lost in the sea of students when professors and teachers wanted responses.

Placing my bag on the floor beside me, I begin to unpack my notes and final essay. Leaning over with my head facing the door, I see a pair of feet walk into view. My body tenses up because I know exactly who these brown loafers belong to. I immediately feel my heart rate quicken as I battle to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

“I guess you're the only one concerned with your final grade. I hope they know this is a proctored exam through a lockdown browser,” Professor Richmond said, walking to the front of the room.

“If they don't, they'll find out,” I laughed while sitting up. I slid my jacket off my shoulder and placed it over the back of the seat.

“You know what? I'll give them 15 more minutes, otherwise, I guess it's just you and me,” he said, winking.

I grew immediately hot. I could feel myself blushing. I didn't want him to see my face, so I quickly dropped my head.

“Fine with me,” I mumbled.

“What was that, love?” he asked, turning away from the whiteboard to look at me.

“Oh, um… I said that that was fine with me,” I said louder than before. I still didn't raise my head to look back at him.

“Ok. I hate… never mind. I'll keep my thoughts to myself,” he said, turning to the whiteboard.

“Never mind what? Speak your truth, professor. You hate what?” I asked, flipping through my notes.

“When you don't look at me while speaking. I like to know I have your attention. It lets me know if you're at least engaged,” he said, writing on the board.

“I just have a hard time with eye contact. Too much of it makes me… uncomfortable, I guess. I wish I knew that bothered you sooner,” I said, lifting my head to look at his back.

My eyes locked in on the movement of his back muscles. Through the material of his collared shirt, I could tell this man was sculpted like a God. I dropped my head and pressed my thighs together. I shouldn't be thinking about this man like this, but damn… I had been struggling with this feeling all semester.

“Especially, when it comes to you, it's not often that I meet someone with equally, if not, more striking eyes. Yours are just mesmerizing,” he said. I could hear him exhale with a shudder.

“Uh, professor… Are you okay?” I asked, looking at him.

His movements had paused as if he were lost in thought. I noticed that his grip on the dry-erase marker seemed dangerously tight.

He let out a much calmer breath than the first, “Yes.. yes, I'm fine. What about you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, questioning if he was telling the truth. His mouth said one thing, but his body told another story.

My thoughts began to roam as I grasped that he called my eyes striking and mesmerizing. I was so used to people calling them beautiful or pretty that I was honestly stumped.

As I waited on his instructions, I lingered on the difference in his word choice. There had to be intention behind those words. You would only use those words if the person affected you, right? So, why would Professor Richmond use those words about me?

“Athena! Athena! Can you hear me?” Professor Richmond called out.

“Yeah. Yeah. I can… Shit,” I said, stopping in my tracks when I realized he was standing in front of me.

His 6’3 frame was probably the most intimidating yet sexy thing ever. His broad posture dominated the space in front of me. His musky cologne smoldering and intense— sandalwood and amber flooded my nostrils. This man's entire being was overwhelming my senses. All while silently drawing me in.

“I called your name a few times. You didn't answer me. You had me scared for a second,” he said, leaning down to look at me.

He leaned over so that his arms were propped on the table. Raising his eyebrows, he was waiting for me to recollect myself.

“You sure you're okay?” he questioned softly.

“Yes, sir. I promise. I was in my head and didn't realize you were that close,” I said, leaning back in the chair. I wanted to create as much space between us as possible.

“I'm sorry if I scared you, hun. That was never my intention. Just wanted to make sure my favorite girl was okay,” he said, placing his hand over his heart.

“I know. I'm fine. Uh…” I said, scanning around the room. I paused as I realized he was doing it again— using questionable words.

“Yeah, no one else showed up. Since it's just you and me, you might as well move closer. There's no reason for you to be way over here,” he said, motioning towards the front.

I nodded my head yes. I leaned down to grab my bag from the floor. Looking up, I see the professor has grabbed my things that were on the table. He walked to the front of the room and placed them on the table in the front row. He positioned me so that I was right in front of him.

Standing up with my bag and jacket, I walked to sit in the seat he chose. I was in no mood to argue or move seats. Hell, I probably couldn't even if I tried.

I quickly sat down and focused on the topics of the upcoming study session. I decided to ask as few questions as possible because I needed to get this over with. The thought of being alone with his fine ass for almost 2 hours… Jesus Devanté Christ help me.

1 hour and 45 minutes later

“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the day? Anything interesting?” he asked while walking behind me.

As we exited the study room, I noticed how empty the library was. As expected, the campus was becoming more and more desolate as the end of the semester drew near.

“No, sir. I'm going to check out a poetry book for a quick read. You know…. Something I can finish before they close the library for the semester,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Hmm… I've noticed that you seem more drawn to poetry. Your poems are honestly some of the most… insightful and beautiful ones I've read from a student in a long time. You should do something with that?” he said, walking alongside me.

“Thank you, but what do you mean by do something?” I asked, stopping to look at him.

“Publish them, Athena. You don't even have to publish all of them as a full body of work. I just want people besides me and your classmates to experience them,” he said earnestly.

I smacked my lips. “Professor Richmond, really? Don't act like you didn't see me sweating like a pig while reading them to the class!” I exclaimed.

“Of course, I did. That's why I… talked you through it,” he said, looking me up and down.

“Talked me through it is an understatement. You practically had to hold my hand each time,” I laughed into my hand.

“Yeah, I definitely had to help you find your big girl voice,” he said, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I know my voice is normally low, but you didn't have to say it like that. That was mean,” I said in a fake pout.

“Aww, I'm sorry. My bad, love. I just know you're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. I wish I had more time to pull it out of you,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

I froze as I watched his lip settle between his teeth. My breathing hitched silently. His lips were a blessing to look at— bright pink, plump, and full. The smoothness reminded me of rose petals, intensifying my desire to want to kiss and suck on them. I yearned to know what they felt like against my lips and skin.

Snapping myself out of my lust-induced trance, I brought myself back to our current conversation. This was the first time someone other than Shanice had been so enthusiastic about my writing.

“I don't know. The thought of so many people possibly reading my thoughts scares me. I treat my poetry like diary entries most of the time,” I said, swaying from side to side.

“No pressure. This is your art we're talking about. Just consider it, okay? Actually, there's something I would like you to read if you'd allow me to make a suggestion,” he asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Sure. I trust your judgment,” I replied.

“Ok. Follow me,” he said, placing his hand on my lower back and guiding me through the library.

He guided me towards the section of the library labeled erotica. I was honestly a bit confused. I side-eyed the professor. Why would he bring me here?

“Ok, listen to me. Don't… umm… don't back out on me. If you do feel uncomfortable, you can walk away now,” he said, nodding at me.

“I'm fine,” I said, gesturing towards the shelf.

“That's my girl. I promise that I won't let you down,” he said, smiling as he turned to scour the shelf. I watched in awe as his fingers glided across the spines of the array of books.

Professor Richmond turned to me and handed me a book. It was small but hefty. The edges of the pages weathered from years of use. This was a sign of a well-loved book.

I looked up to find the professor staring at me. His smile was bright and wide enough to reach his eyes as they twinkled in excitement.

“A Woman in the Wild. Hmm…,” I said, turning the book over and reading the back.

From the cover and the synopsis, it was obvious this book was sexual in nature. The cover was extremely sensual yet tasteful. It was more suggestive than direct, depicting a woman holding a peach dripping in honey in front of her lower abdomen.

“It's about a woman's journey of exploring sex in her 20s. I think you'll like it,” he said, holding his hands together.

I giggled at his reaction. He looked like a kid sharing their favorite toy. “Professor Richmond is into raunchy writing, huh?” I giggled.

“Why do you sound surprised?” he questioned before moving closer to me.

“No real reason. Just that—,” I said, stopping myself. I didn't want to make Professor Richmond think I was judging him.

“No, explain. I want to know. What's wrong? You scared of me, Athena?” he questioned, pushing the book downward.

“Of course not!” I responded.

“Then, use your words. I've graded enough of your essays to know you have a helluva way with them, Ms. Athena. Come on. Don't get shy on me,” he said.

“You won't judge me?” I asked sheepishly.

“What're the kids saying, now? Oh, we listen, and we don't judge. Promise,” he said, raising his hands.

“Oh my God! Fine. You just give off nice guy vibes. I can only see you as super sweet and quiet, especially outside of class. You don't seem like the type to really be out there,” I blurted out as fast as I could.

“That's what you think of me?”

“Maybe…”

“Hmm… That's very interesting. What can I do to change that?”

“To be honest, nothing.”

“You know, honestly, I don't like being perceived. It's even worse when it's wrong.”

“Oh, um… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, Professor. I just wanted to be honest.”

“Oh, don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry for, love. Just be… be… be careful with your cute self.”

“Cute?! Professor, gone somewhere. I'm not finna play with you,” I said, playfully hitting his arm.

“What? Why? You don't think you're cute?” he questioned back.

“First of all, I know I'm cute! The problem isn't what you're saying. It's the fact that YOU'RE saying it.”

“And? So?!” he spat.

“You’re my professor. That's inappropriate, right? Like, can't you get fired for this?”

“Who's going to know? Huh? And, that's funny that me being your professor matters now,” he said, glaring at me.

“Huh?” I asked. My face contorted in confusion. What did he mean by that?

Professor Richmond’s mouth turned upward into a devilish grin.

“Maybe, next time you and Shanice decide to talk about me, you shouldn't do it outside my classroom door. That wasn't very smart. Was it?” he asked, pushing one of my loose strands behind my ear.

“Wait…”

“I think I remember you saying you wanted to know what my hands feel like wrapped around your throat, what my dick looks like when it's hard, what—.”

“Okay! I get it,” I whined. I could feel my face reddening with embarrassment. I dropped my head and began staring at my feet.

“Don't interrupt me because you got caught.”

“Boy, leave me alone!” I said, pushing past the professor. I needed to get away from this man as fast as I could.

He instantly grabs the strap of my bag, pulling me back to him.

“Boy? I'm a grown man. Don't be disrespectful, love. I don't think I deserve that,” he said as a smile began to spread.

“Whatever, professor.”

“I mean, look at how I got you running. You can't wait to get away from me,” he silently laughed.

“Running? From you? Now that's cute!” I scoffed.

“Keep playin’, and I'll show you. Nah… I'll teach you.”

“Teach me then!” I mumbled assertively. “Wait… I… I didn't mean that,” I stuttered, realizing my mistake.

I couldn't comprehend why I was all of a sudden being so bold. This was something I had never done before. Hearing myself speak like this was personally shocking.

“Hahaha, you're scared of me. Just say it,” he said, gesturing for me to walk beside him.

“Scared of what? Professor, you're probably one of the least intimidating people on campus to me. You can't be serious about all of this, right?” I probed, hoping this was all a fever dream or even a joke.

“What? You gone tell that your professor—,” he started to speak.

“Can you not? Jeez, people may hear you,” I whispered.

“Oh, so you ARE scared? Aww, so you definitely wouldn't want people to know that you want to be tied up and spanked while I—,” he began again.

I threw my hand over his mouth and quickly scanned the area around us.

“Hey!” I whisper-yelled. I looked deep into Professor Richmond's eyes, hoping he would catch the hint. I removed my hand from his mouth.

“Yeah, I heard that part, too. You and Shanice can't whisper for shit. You would've been better off just telling me,” he said smugly, shrugging his shoulders.

This side of the professor was an asshole, but… I liked it.

“Ok, so what? I said some nasty shit about you. What're you gonna do about it? Report me or something?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Nah, I got a better idea. Walk,” he demanded through gritted teeth.

He used his hand on the small of my back to guide me further into the back of the library. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. With HIM of all people!

Once we were in a dimly lit corner, he stopped me. He stood in front of me, leaning over. “Before I touch you, I want to know that you are okay with this. There's no pressure. You can stop me at any moment, and you can leave. No hard feelings,” he said, stroking my cheek.

“I'm okay. Just a little nervous,” I mumbled as my mind began to race with a million thoughts.

The thought of being caught was my main concern. I knew this part of the library was never used or even looked at because it was where old and abandoned textbooks went to die. There were rows and rows of books before anyone would even come close to us.

“Good. I'm warning you now that I can be a tad bit aggressive,” he said, standing to his full height.

“That's fine. I like aggressive,” I said, resting my hand on his chest.

He dropped his brown leather satchel behind him. “Yeah, I figured. Turn around for me and hand me your bag,” he demanded. His voice had dropped a few octaves and was now a low rumble.

I could feel it as the sound of his voice traveled from my ears straight down to my pussy. I just knew that my leggings were ruined. I had lost all control over this situation. My brain had turned off, and my pussy had turned on.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do,” he said, leaning into my ear.

The heat from his breath warmed the sides of my neck. Thinking and forming sentences were damn near impossible.

I closed my eyes and drew in a sharp breath as my nervousness took over. I knew myself too well. When I'm nervous, I become a stuttering mess.

“Hey, we talked about this. Whenever you're too nervous to speak, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You repeat it until you’re calm enough to start, right? Because we don't rush our words out, do we?” he said, softening his tone.

His hands slid across the sides of my hips.

“Right, we don't rush. Ok, I got this,” I whispered while taking deep breaths.

“Of course you do, love. Ease into it, and take your time. I really wanna hear it from you,” he said, firmly holding my waist.

“I… umm… I want you to—,” I stuttered as I stumbled on every word.

“Think about what you want to say first. Then, slowly talk me through it. I wanna know every little detail. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Ye—. Whew. Yes, sir. I… I understand,” I replied.

“Good girl. All I want you to do is focus on telling me all your little fantasies. I don't care about how nasty or how dark they are. Say it. And, one more rule— pretend like I'm not here. Okay?” he asserted.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered with shaky hands.

“Calm down your mind first, and your body will follow. Isn't that what I taught you?” he whispered into my ear.

I could feel him take a step back as his hands slid from around my waist. Thank God! His hands being on me was making me overwhelmingly anxious.

I shook my body as much as possible, trying to release the nerves. I focused on clearing my mind of all the negative thoughts that were coming up— this was inappropriate, he was going to laugh, and I was making a fool of myself.

I wanted to glance back at him for reassurance, but I knew he hated it when we looked at him during our oral presentations.

I inhaled a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders on the exhale. I was going to do this.

I WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE I MADE PROFESSOR RICHMOND PROUD.

“Okay….” I said slowly and evenly.

“If you are ready, proceed. Make sure your posture is engaged and your voice is both loud and direct. Got it?” he asked as his voice rumbled from a few feet behind me.

I nodded my head yes and began speaking. “I want you to choke me while playing in my pussy. I want to feel the full wrath of your hands until you leave your mark on my ass and thighs. I wanna know what your dick feels like in my hands. I wanna know what it feels like if I lick it with my tongue. I want to use my mouth to drain you until there's nothing left,” I said slowly as I vocalized all of my dirtiest thoughts.

“Ughh… Fuck, baby girl. That it?” he asked as his voice shook.

“No! I want you to fuck me until my walls remember the shape. I want you to fuck me like my body was made with only you in mind. I want to turn my brain off, and let myself just… just let you take control. I desire to please you with every part of me. I want to make you moan over and over again so that it'll be the only sound in my mind for weeks. And, when we're done, the thought of touching myself is ruined by my body remembering the way your hands felt.”

“Enough!” he grunted.

It was clear that what I said had affected the professor tremendously. Every breath he took came from his chest like thunder. He was struggling.

“Professor?” I asked, attempting to turn around.

“Call me Terry!” he grumbled.

He grabbed my shoulders to prevent me from doing so. I took that as a sign to remain still as I waited for him to say or do something. The silence was driving me insane.

Terry abruptly pulled me back into him. His chest collided with my back. I let out a loud gasp. Terry's hand flew over my mouth.

“Don't! I'll give you everything you want as long as you stay quiet. Got it, love?” he asked as his hand slowly fell from my mouth.

I shook my head yes.

“Good girl. Now, all you gotta do is focus on staying quiet and enjoying yourself. Take off your tights and hand me your panties,” he said.

“What panties?” I asked smugly.

“No panties, huh?” he laughed menacingly. I could tell he was shocked.

“None. I promise,” I said, raising my hand. I laughed at his reaction.

“Oh, I gotta see this for myself!” he said, sliding his hands around my waist.

They slowly dropped to my pussy. Using his knee, he pushed my legs open. His fingers slid over the crotch of my tights and rested between my legs. When his hands stopped moving, I knew exactly what he found— a wet and sticky mess.

My inner thighs and pussy were becoming warmer by the second. I could feel myself becoming fidgety. This man was making an absolute mess of me.

“Oh, that's nice. I hope you don't like these tights,” he whispered as he used his fingers to rip open the middle seam.

I gasped again before catching myself. I brought my hand over my mouth.

“Unless you want me to stop—,” he started.

“Mmm mmm!” I mumbled, shaking my head.

His hand rubbed up and down the slit of my pussy. Dipping his fingers between my lips, he wiggled them back and forth in the sticky mess. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. With no hesitation, I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. I was more than ready to lick my cum off his fingers.

Before I could react, he drew his hand back and brought it to his mouth. “Mine,” he grumbled in my ear. His tongue flicked between his fingers as he cleaned them. I watched him in a blissful combination of shock and lust.

“As much as I want to finish you here, I want all of you. Having you in this library isn't enough for me. I want to hear you moan and scream. I want to hear you say my name while you struggle. I need more, Athena. Where's your phone?” he asked, leaning over my shoulder as his chin nuzzled into my neck.

“In my pocket,” I whimpered.

Terry reached around the sides of my letterman jacket, searching each pocket. He pulled out my phone and took a step back.

After a minute or so, he walked in front of me. Glaring down at me for a second, he slowly closed his eyes. He was just as overcome with lust as I was. His eyes were practically slits, and it appeared that he was possibly biting the inside of his cheek.

“Here. You now have my personal number, and I have yours. I will text you with instructions on where to meet me. One question before we go our separate ways. Do you feel comfortable coming to my home, or would you rather meet somewhere else?” he asked, handing me my phone back.

I grabbed it and placed it back into my pocket.

“Your place,” I answered while rocking back and forth.

“Hmmm. Ok, you sure about that?” he asked.

“Yes. It's less likely that we'll be spotted, right? Plus, it's where you'll be most comfortable,” I said, staring him down.

“Oh, you're a big girl, huh? If you knew what was best for you, you wouldn't keep staring at me like that. I'll happily say fuck this job and fuck you right here,” he said, licking his lips.

I watched his tongue closely. Between his words and his tongue, I was losing my fucking mind. I began to think of all the nasty things he could use that tongue for.

“Hey, you gotta stop. I'm struggling just as much as you are, mama. We gotta at least leave this library in decent condition,” he laughed.

I wanted to yell out fuck being decent, but I knew he wouldn't like that very much.

“Ok. Sorry,” I said, snapping out of it.

“It's alright. Just go straight to your dorm and get cleaned up. Also,…” he said, stepping closer. “Don't touch yourself,” he said, tilting my head to look at him.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good girl, and don't make me come find you,” he drawled, winking at me.

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Terry suggested that I leave the library first.

I left and walked to my dorm room in absolute silence. I gripped the strap of my bag for dear life. My emotions were in a whirlwind. I didn't know how to feel about what just happened.

I wanted Professor Richmond in the worst way. I had never had a man make me melt in his hands.

How the fuck was I going to make it through the night? Granted, I wasn't a virgin, but I was definitely nowhere near Terry's level of experience.

Unfortunately for me, this was the first time in my life that my mouth had written a check that my ass couldn't cash.

Later That Night ~ After 9 pm

ding

Terry: Hi, I was just letting you know to wear something cozy.

Me: Hmmm… That's not what I was thinking.

Terry: ???

Me: I had something else in mind.

Terry: 1 attachment

Me: How's that?

Terry: Oh, that's better than I had in mind. TBH, I didn't know you had it in you. Maybe, my good girl isn't so good after all.😈

Me: Wow! You know, I don't like being perceived. It's even worse when it's wrong.🤭

Terry: Not you using my words against me.

Me: I was trying to remember where I had heard that before.😏

Terry: Sassy much?

Me: 😂🤭

Terry: Wear whatever you like, love. It's not like you're going to keep it on anyway.

Me: Well, then… Maybe, I'll just wear nothing.

Terry: You're not going to like the outcome of that. TRUST ME! So, behave.

Terry: Also, I hope you followed my rule.

Me: I did.🙄

Terry: You know you have to see me soon, right? So, all this sass and attitude will be addressed, love.

Me: What're you going to do about it?

Terry: See you soon.😈👿

Later That Night at Terry's Townhouse

As soon as I entered, all it took was a single look for me to know I was in for a wild night. We didn't even make it to the bedroom because Terry had other plans. He wasn't joking when he said my attitude would be “addressed”.

Now, here I was on my knees in front of Terry as he stood in the middle of his living room. We didn't even make it farther than 10 feet into the room before Terry started his attitude adjustment.

With a mouthful of dick, I was struggling to answer his questions. Between my saliva and his precum, the mess inside my mouth was becoming hard to contain. As spit bubbles formed and poured from the sides of my lips, I focused on not choking on the sloppy mess building in my throat.

“I wish you knew how pretty you looked right now,” Terry said, fisting the hair at the back of my head.

I mumbled out a weak thank you.

“Don't talk while your mouth's full. That's rude. Just nod your head, love. There you go. That's my pretty girl.”

“So, are you done having an attitude, yet?”

I eagerly nodded my head yes, tugging lightly on the handcuffs behind my back.

“I don't know. I'm not really convinced. Hmmm… Open,” he demanded, grabbing both sides of my face.

I opened my mouth and pulled back. My breathing was erratic and sharp as I gasped for air. I had been sitting on my knees with Terry's dick in my mouth for at least 10 minutes— no sucking, no licking, no moving. Just sitting there… All the while, he stood there talking his shit.

A trail of my saliva and his precum hung from my lips, dripping onto my chest. It only added to the preexisting mess on my face, neck, and chest.

“Eyes!” he barked, causing me to look up at him. “Next time, are we gonna behave?”

I nodded my head yes.

“Speak. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, pleading with my eyes.

“That's my girl. That's all I wanted. Clear understanding, baby. Now, come here.”

Terry leaned down and carefully lifted me to my feet. My knees were sore and wobbly upon standing.

“I promise to be nicer for the rest of the night,” he said, walking around me.

He unlocked the handcuffs and removed them gently. Tossing them on the couch, he walked to stand in front of me again. He lightly grabbed each of my wrists and massaged them.

“Too much?”

“No,” I giggled.

“Hmm…,” he scoffed. “Lesson learned, huh?”

“Yes, sir. But, a reminder every once in a while won't hurt.”

“Don't tempt me, love,” he said, pulling me by my waist.

“My bad.”

“Why are you so bold all of a sudden? Where was this energy in class?”

“Well… No one else is around. The only person I have to worry about is you.”

“I guess. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back.”

Terry turned to walk away from me and disappeared down the hall.

I sat on the couch, flexing my wrists. As I waited, I glanced around the room. His home was spotless. He was clearly a man who believed in minimalism.

I turned my body to face the mirror. I laughed at my reflection. I was still covered in the mess we made. My chest and lower face were shiny and slightly slimy.

As I touched the puddle on my chest, I could hear Terry returning.

“A towel,” he said as he rounded the back of the couch.

“Thank you. I need it,” I said, reaching for the towel.

“I gotchu, baby. I did make the mess.”

Terry planted himself in front of me and stood between my legs. With one hand on my left cheek, he used the other to gently tilt my head to look at him. As he cleaned off my face and chest, the warmth of the soft plush fabric felt so much better than the cold slimy mess that once was.

“Better?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.

“Yes. Much better,” I smiled back.

“Would you like something to drink or eat? I have wine if you'd like some.”

“No, thank you. Plus, I don't drink.”

“Really? That's… uh… surprising, I guess. It's not something you hear often. Any particular reason?”

“Never wanted to, so I just never started.”

“That's definitely something to be proud of.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

Terry squatted in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “So, I'll leave it up to you, Athena. How do you want this to go? We can sit here for a while or we can—,” he started.

I interrupted him with tenacity. “Fuck me already!” I yelled.

I can tell that Terry was shocked by my statement, but I was sick of waiting. This man had no idea of how many nights I dreamed of this happening, how many times I fingered myself wishing it were him, or how many times I yearned to touch some part of him.

“That's all I needed to hear,” Terry said, standing.

Without another word, he lifted me onto his shoulder. My hands flailed around in horror. I was instantly afraid that he would drop me.

“Don't worry, baby. This isn't my first time. Relax, I gotchu.” He laughed.

20 LONG Minutes Later

“Oh, Terry. Please!” I moaned, pushing at his chest.

Terry's hands grabbed mine and held them against my stomach. I was losing my damn mind in this bed. Now, I was second-guessing if I should've even tried to take the dick.

“Please…just… fuck… I can't!” I yelled.

Terry's hips slowed down again.

“Mmm,” Terry moaned clearly enjoying himself.

“Ahhh, fuck. This feels… it feels…,” I stuttered.

Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulled me closer. As if his dick wasn't deep enough, this made it feel deeper.

“Yes, you can. I know you can handle it,” Terry groaned.

I was fighting the urge to disassociate. I was fully prepared for this man to fuck me up and put me through the mattress, but this… THIS!!! I was not. I wasn't being fucked at all. I was being loved on and taken care of.

“Baby girl, stay with me. We talked about this, love. I wanna see those pretty eyes,” Terry said, reaching for my face. His hand cupped the underside of my chin.

I tried my hardest to look at Terry, but I was also I was fighting to stay present. Every fiber of my being was feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“Athena! Look at me, NOW!” Terry ordered.

Listening like a lost child, my eyes opened to find Terry's. His glare was piercing into me— soul-deep. I let out a deep breath, hoping and praying that I didn't pass out.

“That's it, baby. Stay with me. Eyes on me,” he grumbled as his head dropped to watch his dick slide in and out of my pussy.

“Terry! I have… I have… to… unh… pee…,” I stammered, stumbling over every word.

Terry's eyes met mine. His face was overcome with lust. The gaze this man possessed sent chills down my spine. His eyes were low and dark, glazing over more and more by the second.

His thrusts quickened with fervor. Leaning over me, he began to speak again.

“That's not pee, baby. Don't worry. Imma talk you through it like I always do. Okay, mama?”

“Shit! What… I need… but…,” I attempted to respond.

“Don't talk just listen. Relax your abdomen, mama. There you go,” he said, kissing my neck. Stop tensing up. Uhh uhh, don't think about it. You let me worry about all of that.”

His hands wrapped around the back of my knees, pushing them back. I swear I heard my knees pop in my ear from this position.

“Fuck you,” I said absentmindedly.

“That's not nice, but since you asked for it…,” Terry's smile turned into a devilish grin. His hips snapped against my ass, and the force caused the headboard to bang against the wall.

If I didn't know it then, I sure as hell knew it now. THIS MAN WAS ABOUT TO GIVE ME HELL!

“Wait!” I yelled, trying to get out of his grasp.

“No, ma'am. We don't run in this house. Take this shit.”

Pushing up on his legs, I felt like this man was trying to actually fuck me into the mattress. Tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes. If I had just kept my mouth shut, I wouldn't be in this position.

I closed my eyes, trying to just take it. The pressure I felt before was 100x worse now.

“Open your damn eyes! Right now, Athena.”

“I ca—,” I started.

“Nah, you gone show me how good this pussy is, or you ain't cumming at all.”

“Aww, fuck… please… do something,” I begged. I felt like I was about to piss all over this man.

“Okay,” Terry practically laughed as he leaned down, licking the tears falling down my face.

His hand reached over me to grab the top of the headboard. Using it as leverage, Terry used every inch of his dick to punish me. As if I wasn't struggling enough, I had to survive a new level of demon dick Terry. I knew that after this; I would have my wish. My pussy would definitely be molded to only fit him.

“Look at you. That's right, baby. Now, let it go!” Terry moaned loudly.

He used his free hand to press against my abdomen. This singular move was the catalyst for the start of the flood between my legs.

“Oouu… look at you. Stay just like that,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

His head fell back on his shoulders as he continued to pound into me. It was becoming more apparent that Terry was losing it as his hand slipped from the top of the headboard.

Shifting quickly, he placed one hand by my ear and braced himself on top of me. His head fell forward, and his mouth dropped open. His eyes locked onto mine. I was still too fucked out to speak.

“It's coming, baby. Fuck! This… ahh, fuck.”

“Shh… It's yours. Let it out,” I said, wrapping my legs around Terry's waist. I brought my hands around his back, holding him in place.

I was about to indulge in my little breeding kink fantasy. If he was going to cum, it was going to be IN ME!

“Mama, that's not… uhh, fuck!” Terry groaned as his eyes snapped shut.

I knew what was coming. I felt the warmth of his cum coat the inside of my pussy. Like a switch went off, I released a second orgasm. Terry's breathing became erratic and choppy as his eyes reopened to look at me.

“Shit, that's a dangerous game you playing’, lil girl!” Terry exclaimed, leaning up.

He let my legs fall as he pushed my thighs open.

“Damn!” he said, watching his cum drip from my pussy.

Terry tilted his head so that it was directly over my pussy. His mouth opened slowly. I watched as he let a thick trail of saliva fall straight into the mess between my legs.

“Huh, ahh. Terry!” I said, watching him in shock and lust.

“Yeah, I'm… I'm not done,” Terry said, pushing himself back inside.

All I could do was moan out in pleasure. I grabbed Terry, pulling him back in and forcing him to go deeper. If this is what he wanted, fuck it!

Let's be honest, the nasty freak in me liked this shit. It wasn't like I wanted him to stop anyway.

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GET BACK pt. 2

TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER (AVA)

Photo: @partiallyfuctional7

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 

Song: Belong to you by Sabrina Claudio (feat. 6LACK)

WARNINGS / TRIGGERS: The reader has insecurities; Terry is a big, sexy, toxic, idiot here. SMUT; explicit sexual content; dirty talk; switch

PAIRING: Terry x Ava (reader)

SUMMARY: Tension develops between you and your baby’s father when he discovers you might be moving on. Terry’s unhinged ass is going to do whatever he can to get her back.

TROPES:  Second chance romance; MDOM or dominant themes

WORD COUNT: 5.8K

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AVA

“ Look TJ, do you see all the lights?” I ask my son as his eyes dart around the beautifully decorated blocks of downtown Savannah. TJ has barely opened his mouth since we arrived. His hazel eyes, so similar to his father's, stare at the decorated buildings and storefronts in awe. 

“Lil man is so excited he speechless,” Lance said, adjusting his hat on my face.

“You know, you didn’t have to give me your hat Lance. I would’ve survived,” I say smiling up at him. Lance smirks down at me before saying, “I could get used to seeing you in my clothes.”

I can feel a blush creeping up my neck as I smile bashfully at him. Before I can reply I hear a scoff, “Oh, brother.”

I cut my eyes to my left, peeking at Terry. He looks like a sulking teenager, lips pouted, brows furrowed, and arms crossed.  We make eye contact and I narrow my eyes signaling him to get it together, but he just huffs and rolls his eyes. He needs to get a grip, I’m barely even on a date and Terry’s chaperoning like an overprotective dad. 

Coming to a stop in front of a storefront decorated like the North Pole, Lance passes his phone to me. 

“Can you take our picture?” Lance asks, picking up his son. I nod positioning the phone, giving Lance subtle directions. 

“All done,” I give Lance a small smile before grabbing his phone. 

“Thanks beautiful. I can get some of you and TJ if you want,” Lance said. 

I open my mouth to reply, but Terry beats me to it. “Actually, can you get pics of all three of us?” Terry passes his phone to Lance and tugs me in front of the store with him. He wraps his arms around my waist, igniting a spark deep in my belly. 

“TJ, come stand in front of your mama buddy,” Terry said, tightening his grip around my midsection, he takes Lance’s hat off my head, passing it to him. 

“Terry, chill out,” I whisper in his direction. 

Terry scoffs behind me, “Lance can’t handle a little friendly competition?” My mouth momentarily drops at Terry’s boldness. I can’t believe he said that in front of Lance. 

Lance, being the trooper he is, smirked before saying, “Show me the competition and I’ll be sure to let you know.”

A strangled gasp leaves my lips. I hear Terry’s breathing slow and he takes a deep heavy sigh, he’s pissed. Instinctively, I reach down and rub his thigh, “Behave guys, the children shouldn’t be acting better than the two of you,” I say. I watch as Lance and Terry exchange looks over my head. The two are completely ignoring me, looking at each other like they’re going to start throwing blows any minute. 

Lance grabs my phone, a condescending smirk on his face. He appears satisfied with himself for getting a rise out of Terry. And, I’m not sure why that doesn’t sit well with me. 

“Fix your face, Bunny” Terry said, rubbing soothing circles on my hand. 

I huff and mutter, “You know I don’t like conflict.”

I can feel Terry shift his weight behind me, “And you know I don’t like that mumbling shit. Speak up.” TJ comes to stand in front of us, tilting his head back to look at me. 

“Smile mommy, you’re so pretty,” TJ says, a goofy grin adorning his beautiful face. I pick up my little man, place him on my hip, and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Anything for my favorite guy,” I say, smiling down at him. Soon we’re all positioned and Lance snaps a few photos of us three. Handing the phone back, Terry and I look at the pictures. A small smile forms on my lips as I stare at the three of us on his cell phone’s screen. I look up at Lance, my smile turning into a full blown grin. 

“Thank you so much! These are perfect!” an excited laugh bubbles out of my chest. Terry sends the pictures to me before sliding his phone into his pocket. 

“Ok, what’s next?”

TERRY

She’s really going to ignore me? I watch Ava and Lance walk around downtown hand in hand with the boys. I’m stuck following closely behind sulking like a teen who was dragged out to be with their ‘lame’ family. I really thought holding her in my arms would have more of an effect on her. How she wasn’t able to hear my heart beating out of my chest is beyond me. 

We pass a vintage bookstore and I peek in the window. A familiar box set catches my eye and I glance toward Ava to see if she noticed. I duck in while she and Lance are figuring out what time they’re going to call it a night. 

The gentle ding indicates when I enter the store, “Hi! Welcome to ‘the book nook’ feel free to take a look around, and let us know if you have any questions,” one of the saleswomen says. I send a friendly smile her way, before making my way toward her. 

“Hi, I was hoping to buy that limited edition Twilight box set,” I say. 

“Aren’t you a little bit old for Twilight?”, the elderly saleswoman asks. 

A small chuckle leaves my lips, “It’s for my girlfriend, she’s been a huge Twilight fan since before we met.”

Her eyes soften as she clutches her chest, “Aren’t you sweet! I’m sure she’ll love it, it’s our last set.”

My smile widens as I picture her reaction, she’s definitely going to lose her shit. 

After purchasing Ava’s gift I leave the bookstore.

“There you are, TJ was looking for you,” Ava said, her eyes shone with relief. She turned and I spotted our son on her hip with tears streaming down his face. I immediately pick up my pace to catch up with them.

“Bubba what happened? Who did it?” I coo, as I grab my son from Ava’s arms. His small head immediately finds his home in the crook of my neck. His tiny arms wrapped around me. Ava lifts a hand rubbing his back in soothing circles. 

“I think he’s just tired. He missed his nap today and this is the longest he’s been up,” Ava said. God, she looks so pretty when she’s in “mom mode”. Brows furrowed in concern and she does her best to sooth TJ’s small cries. 

“How about I bring him back to the house, give him a bath, and tuck him in?” I suggest. I can see the wheels spinning in her head, but I know she’s too tired herself to deal with a sleepy cranky child. 

I see her shoulders sag with relief, “Thank you so much, Terry!” She quickly turns to Lance giving him an apology and setting up a date for a raincheck. Yeah, we’ll see about that. I grasp her hand in mine and lead us back toward where we parked. TJ’s mostly settled down when we make it to my truck, only small whimpers leaving him. I got him settled in his car seat placing a blanket in his lap with his scar stuffed animal. 

I turn to Ava and say, “You want to ride with me? Or I just follow you back home?” I can barely get my question out when Ava lets out a long, drawn out yawn, a small mewl finishing it off. 

“Get in the truck Ava, I’m not saying it again,” I say, moving toward the passenger door. She opens her mouth to protest and I shoot her a look that tells her to pick her battles. I hear her huff and mutter, “So fucking stubborn,” under her breath. A satisfied smirk makes its way onto my face as Ava makes her way to the passenger side. I hold out my hand signaling her to stop before opening the door for her.

“Thank you,” she huffs, with a roll of her eyes. 

A humorless chuckle leaves my mouth, “Watch those eyes Bunny, I can still put you over my knee.” I shut the door, leaving her in stunned silence.

We finally make it back home, and TJ is passed out in the backseat with Ava not too far behind him. Ava turns to get a look at TJ and her eyes soften the way they always do when she looks at our son. Looking at her, I can’t help but wish her eyes softened like that when they land on me. 

“He’s so cute when he’s sleeping. I can’t get over it,” she sighs dreamily. I peek in my rearview mirror, taking in our sleeping son’s face.

“Yeah, he is pretty damn cute. He must get it from me,” I say, poppin my collar. A gasp and high pitched laugh leaves Ava’s lips at my comment. 

“Oh brother, here we go again. He looks like the both of us, Terry!” Ava finishes with a laugh. I pull in our driveway and park my truck. I hop out heading to the backseat to get TJ out of his carseat.

“I’ll go unlock the door while you get him settled,” Ava says heading toward the door. TJ fusses a little when I take him out of his carseat and during his bath but he’s so sleepy he can barely keep his eyes open. I change him into his PJs and head back downstairs to see Ava pouring herself a generous glass of wine. 

Her eyes meet mine when I enter the kitchen, “Want one?”she asks, holding up an empty glass. A small smile forms on my lips as I nod my head. Ava pours me a hefty serving before rounding the island and bringing the glass to me. 

“Thank you,” I say, raising my glass toward her before taking a large gulp. 

“What was that out there today Terry?”Ava asks, leaning against the island. I knew this was coming and I still don’t know how I’m supposed to answer her. A deep sigh leaves my lips and I shrug.

“Uh uh, I do enough dealing with little men who can’t express their emotions. Be a grown man and tell me why you were full on cock-blocking me today,” Ava’s got that deep frown that I find so cute.

“I don’t know. I just saw y’all together and you looked so happy. I just didn’t know how to deal with it, so I acted childishly and I’m sorry about that. But that’s all I’m apologizing for. You know we belong together, so if you gotta do you until you realize it then that’s fine, but just know I’m Daddy.”

AVA

“..Just know I’m Daddy.”

I hear the words leave Terry’s mouth but I don’t really process them. I look from side to side, searching for the hidden cameras like they do on ‘the office’. 

“Who said that?!” a shrill laugh leaves my lips. I watch as Terry encroaches on my space. His eyes determined, oh boy, I’m in trouble. That’s the look that got me pregnant.

“Uh uh, take your Scar looking ass and go sit down somewhere,” I say putting my hand up to stop him. 

Terry’s eyes darken, further proving my point. He advanced more toward me, forcing my back against the island. “Say I’m not, Ava.”

A scoff leaves my lips, “You’re definitely somebody’s daddy, just not mine. Call Brandy and ask her,” I finish with a smirk. I walk around him to the fridge to grab the bottle of wine, because now, I need to finish it. Once I have my wine glass and the bottle, I cut the kitchen light off, and head upstairs. An angry huff leaves Terry’s lips as he follows behind me. I pause midway up the stairs, turning to face him. 

“Umm, wrong direction. The door you’re supposed to be going through is that way,” I say, pointing toward the front door. 

This really pisses Terry off and he closes the distance between us, when he towers over me like this I forget how much bigger he is than me. I also forgot how much his hugeness turns me on. My pussy’s already betraying me, I feel her start to weep in my panties. 

“I’m not going to take too much more disrespect, Bunny. You better find something safe to do,” Terry’s looking down his nose at me, and he knows what that does to me. I bring my wine glass up to my lips and take another sip. 

“Are you done?” I question looking up at him. When he doesn’t answer, I sigh and turn. Terry grabs my belt loop, holding me in place. 

“Ava come on, talk to me.” Terry said. Oh no this motherfucker didn’t.

“Terry, what do you want me to say? You know how I feel about you, and yet you still decided to parade woman after woman in front of my face. And, not to mention our son’s too, which I don’t appreciate. You’re a great father, I love the way you love our son. But, Terry, you’re toxic. You thought ‘good old’ Ava will always be there when I’m finally ready to settle down. So now that I’m finally trying to get over you and be happy for once you can’t handle it? Grow up. If you’re in then prove it. I’m nobody’s second choice,”  I bring my finger up to poke the center of his chest to emphasize my point. Terry’s eyes get impossibly darker, like the sky before a bad storm. He gently grabs the wine glass and bottle from my hands and sets them higher up on the stairs. 

I feel his hands slide up my back before making their home at the base of my neck. 

“Ava, you’re it for me. I was scared. We’d always been friends, even more than friends on a few occasions. When TJ came along, the way I saw you started to shift. The way you are with our son is the love every child needs. Our son is so lucky to have you as his mother. You’re so patient and understanding, even when I don’t deserve it. I was scared of how strong for you my feelings became,  so I ran from it and buried those feelings behind other women. It was a horrible thing to do and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for how that must’ve made you feel. Brandy was never anything serious, I knew that and so did she. I ended things with her right after Lance took our pictures. I’m not saying I deserve to have a shot, but I do want you to know that I’m in this Bunny, I want you, and I’m going to have you no matter how long it takes.”  Terry finishes, his eyes never leaving mine. 

Fuck. 

I lean up and press my lips softly against his, I try to retreat and Terry shakes his head pulling me in closer. Our lips meet again, there’s nothing soft about this kiss. His lips cover mine in a possessive embrace. He is tonguing me down, I can’t think about anything other than how good his lips feel on mine. I raise my tiptoes so I can wrap my arms around Terry’s neck. A needy moan leaves his lips as I press myself closer to him. 

I lean back, looking down at Terry, “You want to go finish this upstairs?”

Terry nods his head, his hands sliding slowly down my body to ease me onto the bottom of my feet.  “Go take your clothes off and get in the bed, I’m going to make sure everything is locked up down here,” Terry commands.  You’ve had lots of guys try to be commanding and dominant  while getting intimate. Unfortunately, they made you cringe so hard the thought of having actual sex with them made you drier than the sahara. None of them could do it quite like Terry. A sharp smack lands on your ass, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Bunny, upstairs, now,” Terry says. A small smirk forms on my face. I plant a kiss on his cheek, “Yes, Daddy. Don’t keep me waiting.” I head upstairs, making sure to check on TJ, turning on his white noise machine before closing the door.

TERRY

I put the bottom lock on, jiggling the handle to double check. My heart is about to beat out of my chest. I’m so fucking nervous. Climbing the stairs two at a time, I open TJ’s door to check on him. Adjusting his blankets, so he’s more comfortable, then I turn on his nightlight, and leave the room. Making my way further down the hall, my feet stop behind our bedroom door. I knock twice and I hear Ava’s soft voice telling me to come in. 

Opening the door, I’m met with soft mood lighting and palo alto incense burning. My eyes scan the room and when they land on Ava my jaw nearly drops. She’s in a baby pink negligee, her hair’s down cascading down her shoulders stopping just above her breasts. She’s looking at me, vulnerability and apprehension clear on her features. I enter the room moving toward the edge of the bed, Ava’s eyes following my every movement. 

“Why are you looking at me like that pretty girl?”, I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m scared Terry, what if this doesn’t work?” Ava says, her voice breaking at the end of her sentence.

“I don’t look like the other women you’ve been with,” Ava’s voice trails off as she wraps her arms around her midsection. I immediately kick my shoes off, crawling to meet Ava in the center of our bed. I’m on my knees, my height still towering over her a bit.  I reach out to palm her face, her head leaning into my touch. 

“Bunny, this is going to work. I didn’t realize what I had before, and if you think I’m going to risk anyone thinking they can come in and take my place in yours and TJ’s life they’ve got another thing coming. I’m in this and I’m not going anywhere. Ava, don’t EVER compare yourself to those women. The sole reason I went out with any of them is because they look nothing like you. You were what I needed all along, I was just too much of a scared chickenshit to realize it,” I say my eyes never leaving hers. 

A small smile forms on her lips, “Kiss me then, Terry”. A sigh of relief leaves my lips as I lean forward and plant my lips on hers. A cute little sigh leaves her lips when ours connect. Kissing Ava feels like coming home. I crawl further up the bed, needing to be closer to her. Her nails scrape against the nape of my neck pulling a moan from my lips. 

“So responsive,” Ava says with a smirk. I look down seeing her nipples pebbled through her negligee. 

“Me? Or you?” I ask, nodding toward them. A small giggle leaves her lips as she pulls me down, reconnecting our lips. 

“Fuck, you’re a good kisser,”I moan against her lips. 

She smiles against mine, “I know. You’re not so bad yourself.” Ava pulls back, causing a groan to leave my lips. She chuckles scooting further up the bed, causing me to chase after her. A pedicured foot stops me, planting itself in the center of my chest. 

“Why don’t you take that shirt off?” Ava asked. I could barely concentrate on her question with her foot against my chest and leg in the air, I had a direct line of sight to her pretty pussy. 

Ava’s eyes follow mine, unmoving from her glistening honeypot. 

“Cat got your tongue, Terry?” Ava asked, smirking at me. 

My gaze darkens when my eyes meet hers, “Not yet, Bunny.” I pull my shirt over my head and I watch as Ava’s eyes roam over my chest. When her eyes come in contact with my arms, she bites her lip. I grab her ankle using her leg to wrap around my waist so I can settle myself between her legs.

 Our eyes meet and I watch in awe as Ava’s eyes soften, “I want you papa, but I need you to be careful with me, it’s been a while,” she says, reaching her hand up and stroking my cheek.

“I’ve got you baby, I promise,” I say, bending down to plant kisses along her neck. She moans, and if my dick gets any harder it’ll punch a hole through my jeans. I press harder into her, so she can feel what she does to me, how much she turns me on, and how much I want her. 

“Can you feel that, Bunny? How much I want you?,” I’m trailing kisses all over her body. Her neck, collarbone, and the tops of her breast. She’s squirming, can’t keep still, her little moans music to my ears. 

“More papa, give me more,” she pleads, her chest heaving as she tries to contain her arousal. 

“I’m going to give you everything, pretty girl,” I say, sliding my hand down her negligee to reach her center. 

“Fuck, you’re this wet for me Baby? Your panties aren’t even off yet,” I could feel her wetness through her panties. I slide down the bed, coming face to face with her pussy. Pressing my nose in it, I take a deep inhale, groaning at the smell. 

“You smell so good, pretty girl. Are you going to give papa a taste?”, I ask, snapping her underwear against her skin. I almost feel bad for how much she’s squirming, aching for something, anything. 

“Please papa, I need you to do something!”, she whines, her back arching. I slide her panties down her leg, placing them in my back pocket. I spread her pussy lips, listening to the schlick as I spread her apart. Another groan leaves my chest taking in her hot, wet cunt. I lean forward and lick from her asshole to her clit. A drawn out whine leaves Ava’s lips as she grips the back of my head. 

“More papa, please,”she whines.

“You’re being so good for me Bunny, take the rest of your clothes off. I want to see you,” I say diving back in. She peels off her negligee and starts pinching and pulling at her nipples. I take her clit in between my lips and tease it, licking, sucking, anything that’ll drive my bunny wild. She starts grinding against my face, and it unlocks something feral in me. 

Flipping us over so Ava’s straddling my face, she’s looking down at me biting her lip, eyes half mast with desire. 

“Ride my face, Bunny. Take what you want from me baby, I’m yours,” I say, reaching my hands up to massage the voluptuous globes of her ass. I see the wheels spinning in her head, doubt and insecurity taking over. 

“And don’t you start with that ‘I’m heavy’ shit, I can bench press three of you. Sit that pussy on my face now mama,” I finish, with a smack on her ass. Ava lowers herself fully onto my face and I attack her pussy like a man starved. It sounds absolutely filthy in here with the slurping, and moaning. 

Ava starts to grind down on my face causing me to moan right on her clit. A high pitched squeal leaves her lips as she raises up and squirts on my chest. We both stare at each other in disbelief as we take in what just happened. A devious smirk forms on my lips as I pull Ava back down on my face, attacking her pussy with fervor. Determined to make her squirt again. 

“F-fuck papa keep going, pleaaaaaseeeeee,” she moans as she grinds harder. 

“You going to squirt again for me baby? Give me that cum, I need it,” I moan desperately. My own hips canting up in the air searching for friction. 

“Do you want me to take him out papa?” Ava asks, stroking my dick through my pants. 

A needy moan leaves my lips, I detach my lips from her clit and moan out, “Yes please.”

“Mmm, such a good boy using his manners,” Ava said before sliding down my body to free my aching dick from my pants. 

“Fuck, I forgot how big you were,” Ava moans grabbing the base of my dick, slapping her face with it. I lean up on my elbows watching her play with my dick. She does these little kitten licks, that drive me fucking nuts. She grabs my balls, my abs tensing up with the need to release.

“Ooh they’re so heavy, you need to cum don’t you papa?”, Ava’s looking down at me like she owns me. A goddess in complete control of my mind, body,and soul, and I’m loving every minute of it. 

“Yes mama, I need to cum. You don’t know how bad I need you to make me cum.” I sound pussy drunk and she hasn’t even given me any yet. 

“Tell me papa, that’s the only way I’ll let you cum, tell me how much you want it,” She whispers all that in my ear while jerking my dick. 

“Ava please I need that pussy bad baby. Haven’t been able to get it out of my head since the last time I had it. I need you, your lips on mine. Let me touch you bunny, please. She’s so wet for me, let me have that pussy baby, can’t you see how bad I want it? I’ve been dreaming about you, when’s the next time I’ll be able to have you. I need to hear your moans, to watch how dazed your eyes get when I hit that spot. I forgot how pretty you are when you come, you’ll have to keep reminding me,” I barely finished my rant the way she’s stroking me. 

“F- Fuck, I’m not going to last i- if you keep stroking me like that baby,” my head drops back between my shoulders as a loud moan leaves my lips. Next thing I know Ava’s gliding down my dick. 

AVA

“Ouu papa, you’re stretching meeeee!” I moan, my nails digging into Terry’s chest. Terry’s thick dick separating my folds as I impale myself on him. 

Back arched, face tilted toward the ceiling, “Mmm, yes papa,” I moan, when I’m fully seated on Terry’s dick. I bring my head up, eyes meeting Terry’s instantly. 

“Who’s pussy did you miss so much that you had to beg to get back inside papa?” I drag my hips up slowly, pulling Terry out to the tip and circling my hips. His eyes start to roll upward and a mumbled ‘shit’ leaves his lips. The grip on my hips turns bruising as Terry tries to control himself. 

“Huh? I can’t hear you T,” I smirk when using his nickname has the desired effect. Terry’s breathing heavier, his eyes are lower, and I can see every damn vein in his arm. The beast is about to come out. 

I take a deep breath, I know the next thing that comes out of my mouth is going to set Terry off. 

“Can’t even answer a simple question, maybe I should’ve taken Lance up on his offer,” I slide completely off Terry’s dick a smirk on my face as dodge his grip and grab my robe. Leaning against the dresser I throw it on leaving it open just to fuck with him. Something like a growl leaves Terry’s mouth as he sits up. He stands and makes his way toward me, dick still hard as a rock. 

“Repeat what you just said. I dare you,” Terry’s right where I want him. I just have to sweeten the deal. 

I sigh dramatically and tighten my robe around my waist, “Your ears work perfectly fine, now if you’ll excuse me.’’ I can barely take a step around him before Terry grabs my wrist guiding me to the center of  my our  room. He says nothing to me while I smirk up at him, a bratty glint in my eye that I know he notices. Terry smirks right back, a light chuckle following. Before I could blink he snatched my robe off and spun me around to face my full body mirror.

“Since you keep flapping those gums, the only words you get to speak are ‘yes papa’. Do you understand?” Terry asks, pressing into the center of my back forcing me down. 

“Who do you think..,”I start, but I hear the crack of his hand meeting my ass before the delicious warmth blooms across my backside. Terry grabs a condom out of his back pocket before taking his pants off. 

“Ava, I’ve been patient. I sat by while you flirted with Lance. Smiling up at him, laughing at his corny ass jokes, blushing at his fucking spot on compliments, and then you had to nerve to wear his hat. I’m a patient man sweetheart, but there’s only so much I can take. I planned on making sweet love to you all night, but I guess I’m saving that for tomorrow. Tonight I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” Terry finishes his rant by sliding into me. One brutal thrust was all it took for my resolve to shatter at my feet. 

“Yes, papa!” I moan. Terry starts to thrust and he’s filling me just the way I remember. He’s so thick it stings with the stretch, but pressure of him hitting my g-spot time after time makes it worth it. 

“Missed this fucking, wet ass pussy! Yeah, ma! Give me that shit,” Terry moans, one hand in my hair, the other gripping where my thigh meets my ass. I sound dick drunk already, babbling ‘yes papa’ in between moans. The room sounds like a symphony of sex. The ‘phap, phap’ of my ass hitting Terry’s thighs, the slick sounds of his dick entering my pussy, and our moans.

“That’s my girl! You’re listening so well, you’re perfect. Keep those eyes on the mirror, watch us” Terry commands, with another smack on my ass.

“Yessss, papa” I moan, bringing my hazy eyes up to lock with his in the mirror. 

When our eyes meet, Terry’s hips falter, “So fucking, pretty when you’re taking Papa’s dick. I wish you could see how wet your pussy is right now, she soaked, creamin’ all over me.” Terry shifts his position, starting to tap my cervix. A high pitched moan is expelled from my chest  in response because it’s all I can’t really say anything else. Terry grabbed my hips steadying me before lowering us both on the floor with him kneeling and me on top.

My eyes refocus on Terry’s, a pleading look on my face. “Aww, Bunny do you want your words back?” His fingers start to rub teasing circles on my clit, pulling a needy whine from my throat. 

“Yes, Papa” I pant, starting to grind back on Terry’s dick. 

“Mmm, fuck you’re taking me so well sweetheart. I’ll give you your words back just answer some questions okay?,” Terry starts to quicken his thrusts. The fat mushroom head of his dick punching my G-spot. I don’t know why I asked for my words back, I can’t even think with the way Terry’s digging my shit out. 

My breath stutters when Terry’s hand grips my throat. He pulls me up,my back pressed against his chest. I feel my pussy clench around his dick, an answering moan Terry makes gets me even wetter. 

“Y-Yes papa.”

“This my pussy?”Terry whispers against my ear. He had me grasping his thighs for dear life. Another smack lands on my ass meat when I don’t respond fast enough. 

“Ungh! Yes! Papa!” I squeal, the tell-tale tightening of my belly starting.

“This still my house?” Terry punctuates each word with a thrust. It feels like he’s writing his name on my cervix. His fingers are strumming against my clit, stimulating me even more. 

“Ouu Y-Yes Pa-Papa!” I squeal. Terry’s asking questions he already knows the answers to. 

“Fuck, Babygirl. I -I’m not going to last. Use your words ma, tell me how it feels” Terry’s mouthing at my throat, everywhere he touches feels like a raw nerve. 

A moan of relief flies out of my mouth, “Ouu fuck papa that dick feel so good! Keeps hitting my  spot!”

Terry wraps both his arms around me for leverage as he starts pounding me. The sound of my ass meeting his hips thunderous. My lower belly feels like it’s on fire with how desperate 

I am to come. 

Terry’ss dick is stirring up my insides and I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. “I want you to come for papa okay sweetheart. I want you to take everything you’re feeling right now out on my dick. Let her cry for him, he needs it, I need it. I need to see you cum Ava, can you do that for me please Bunny? Can you cum for me?”

Having Terry talk me through it brought on an orgasm like no other. I came with the force of a thousand suns. I could feel my every single atom split apart and be put back together by Terry’s  grounding kisses. My eyes refocus on Terry briefly to watch as he falls apart. 

“Mmm, yessss T, come for me,” I moan, bringing my hand up to stroke the back of Terry’s neck. He fucks me straight through his orgasm and forces me into another one. This one forces Terry out of me as I squirt. Moans and squeals leave my lips as I succumb to the mind numbing pleasure that Terry keeps providing. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my world gets a little hazy.   

“Welcome back, thought I lost you there,”I hear after a few moments.  Terry chuckles, peppering kisses along my cheeks. He gently slides out of me before picking me up, and carrying me to the bed. He walks to the en suite and I blatantly check out his dump truck. Returning with a warm rag after discarding the condom, Terry bends down and begins to clean me up. A small hum of appreciation leaves my throat. He answers with a kiss on my right hip. Terry grabs his shirt off the floor, sliding it over my head before tossing on his boxers.

“I’m gonna go check on TJ and get us a snack, I’ll be right back,”Terry finishes with a kiss on my forehead before heading out of the room. 

I sigh wistfully as I launch myself backward into my pillows. Of course, I know that all of Terry and I’s problems can’t be fixed in a day, but I’m open to trying and I think he is too. Terry returns to the room with a pint of mint chocolate chip and a single spoon. I forgot, Terry loves to feed me after he cracks my back like a glowstick. 

“TJ asleep?” I ask, making room for him. 

Terry grins sliding into bed next to me, “Out like a light.”

AUTHORS NOTE:  OMG I know it’s a little late, but life has been doing its thang. I really hope you guys enjoy this one as always I accept criticism but be gentle with me. I’m sensitive. I hope I tied this together well, I think this might be the longest fic I’ve written. Oh! And I want to start doing some requests, so y’all ask me stuff! I read and don’t judge lol. I love you guys and I hope the rest of January and February is kind to you

UNTIL NEXT TIME

TEE <3

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🛠️Testing, Testing🛠️

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader 

In which Terry plays a very stupid game.

warnings: fighting (no one is hurt), slight fluff, self-indulgent, may need some edits,

Terry admittedly did something really fucking stupid.

He was testing out a new stealth-suit, completed with comfortable goggles for an underwater excursion if necessary.

He forgotten that you were coming in early from your flight from home, handling some family business you said. Meaning you would most likely come in through the garage door with your luggage.

Terry….wanted to see what you would do. He away a lot these days. Way more than he was when you first began staying over more.

What would happen? What would you do?

So, he stuck to the shadows of the garage when he heard you car pull up. The garage opened and he could hear the faint thumping of your radio. You threw the car in park and then left the car with a jangle of keys. Night vision worked well in those goggles, he remembered noting as he could see the built in work bench on the same wall as the entrance into the house.

Terry was immediately disappointed on you not turning on the lights and you weren't rounding the back of your car for your duffel, but a noise caught his attention. Scraping? Almost?

The light switches on. Terry was briefly blinded by the sudden contrast and it was only a moment later that he realized that you're staring directly at him.

He doesn't know why but…he puts a gloved finger to his lips. Terry takes a step forward, hand raised and ready to gesture at you inside the house. Terry felt bad enough about scaring you the way he was, you were as still as a deer. You must have been terrified. 

 Terry was ready to be a ghost in the night, a teary tale he'll hear from you as he pretends to be only 20 minutes away, enough to find some clothes…

Terry was close enough now to to be in arm's length. You slipped a hammer from the workbench.

Terry paused. When you stepped fully into view with another hammer in your hand. Dark, steel if he could tell right. It was not his. 

You stared at Terry, head cocked in a way he's never seen before. A dog barked in the distance. 

“Did you hurt him?” 

Terry did not answer. He took a step backwards, towards the manual switch to open the garage's door and you darted forward. His own voice choked him as you sent your hammers flying. Swinging, swiping, silently--spinning top of lethal steel.

He went on the defensive and you took advantage of that and the small space of the garage. The whistle of your hammers slicing through the air was tucked behind his ear, him barely keeping his head on his shoulders as you followed him around the car.

Terry can not explain well what happens in his mind during an unexpected fight. He plans, of course, as thoroughly as he can to get the best outcome. Terry formulated on his escape the moment he found a rusty wrench to parry you with. Your blows shook him to his bones, Terry had to get out before you found out who he was.

He had his answer. If you were caught unawares, you would unleash a flurry of flawless violence targeted at joints and vital points. You would have a wide eyed stare, a slack mouth as you stalked and struck like a jaguar.

Terry knows you do not make a single sound. Even when he's gotten your arms behind you, attempting to disarm you--

You slipped your hammers down to grip it's steelhead, flicking up the hard handles to crack him in his goggles. You spun down onto your knees, hammerheads humming towards his knees as he lunges back.

Terry wondered what would have happened if he answered your earlier question.

Did you hurt him? Is this how you were when you were unsure? Who did you think you were trying to kill?

He knocked you off balance with a solid kick to the middle and barely dodged the flung Dewalt as he slammed his hand against the switch. The door shuddered open slowly. You stalked the long way around your car, eyes on him through the car's window.

Terry dove into a roll once the opening was large enough, heart snapping hard at the sudden sound of the ping-ping-ping chasing him out.

He went through the backyard, feeling like he was flying through the dark winds of night. His lungs burned, his firearms ached from blocking your strikes.

Terr could hear you running into the house screaming his name. As he darted through the overgrown or freshly manicured patios of his neighbors, the howls of dogs couldn't drown out the sound of your voice following him. 

A terrified shade of the killer left in the garage.

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He often stared at the three little full moons of chalk white, a few inches away from the garage door line. Terry stared at them long enough that he considered them keepsakes.

In the following weeks after the incident, he unloaded groceries or rose the door to take a ride on his bike. He would stop and stare at those little circles, lined up neatly so nearly. One after the other.

Terry thought it would be strange to “come home” that night and comfort you, but your hysterics made it easy. Terry said he went for a walk since it was so nice out, not out of the ordinary though It felt too easy.

Terry did make a show of checking the garage from top to bottom but faltered when she insisted there wasn't a need to call the police. Terry doesn't know what possessed him to ask why not.

You looked back at him and asked quietly, “Unless… you think he's coming back?”

No. He insisted, his spine tightening as he recalled the tone of your voice. No the fuck he would not. You were satisfied then, asking to be taken to bed and held. Terry obliged, needing the soft feel of you to ensure himself you were real.

You gave him what he wanted, your reaction. Only, it wasn't what he was expecting. 

That night, Terry waited until your breath evened out before he was able to fall asleep. The next night, he thought of the control it took to swing a hammer to kill but to stop suddenly enough to avoid crashing a windshield. Every night since then, Terry replayed the event in his head while you slept next to him.

Then, last night. Terry dreamed–or rather remembered?

He was in  your garden, hammering in a ladder to ‘give the babies something to crawl on’. A perfect, dark hammer held perfectly in his hand. Something about its craftsmanship made the nails melt to the wood.

“Where'd you get it?”

You looked away from him then and at that time, he only noticed the beauty of you. The happiness of finally being able to do something for you, Terry didn't notice how the squint in your eyes wasn't  from the sun.

“I…think from my Daddy. I picked it up at some point.”

How little of a truth but you have it to him anyway.  Hasn't it been right in front of him the whole time? 

He's seen that look before. Glimpses, truthfully. Terry has seen it be pointed towards a rowdy bunch of patrons at your favorite restaurant. It followed the strangers trailing behind children you weren't sure belonged to them. You've pointed it at Terry, three years ago, when he first approached you on the trail you both ran every Sunday.

But every time, it was gone before he could pin it. When you realized it was a double-birthday party celebration, a distracted but loving older sibling, or a man wanting to invite you to dinner. 

All the same, it wasn't long before he was able to only hear the sugar in your voice. See the warmness of your gaze as you cuddled up to him. Hands laced, cradled in his as you winced your way through a gory movie-night choice.

Terry reconsidered the scars that dappled along your hands, unique in placing and appearance. He assumed you were clumsy your whole life. Terry once teased that you'd find the only bump of concrete of a repaved street just to be the first over trip over it. Now, he can't get the image of you rebounding off the work bench--aiming for his neck...

“Baby?”

“Hm?

He watched you stretch and swallowed down the embarrassment weighing down his tongue. He had to know. He had so much to ask. Did you know? Why did you keep fighting if you did? Why did you ask if he was okay?

“Why did you choose me?”

The last one cut the line from his brain to his mouth. Terry resisted the urge to hold his face. 

You blinked at him in surprise and your eyes turned to the ceiling, thinking for a moment. Terry hid his burning face in the earthy smell of your bonnet. You melted into him with a sigh, Terry added a kiss on top of your head.

“You make me feel safe, Terry.” Your voice was quiet as you tucked your face into his chest in a slow nuzzle, “That means a lot to someone like me. I don't take being seen by you for granted, y'know. Even if it comes with the occasional…test.”

Terry looked down and met the same eyes he saw in the garage that night. Only, this time, you were smiling.

There was so much for him to learn about you, still. In his falling for you–Terry missed a very subtle, icy tell about who you really are. Something that was a lot like him...

You reached out, down to his thigh and massaged the bruise that had finally started to fade. The one he thought you knew nothing about. You gave it a firm, comforting squeeze.

He shivered, pulling you closer to press a kiss to your lips, neither of your eyes closing. Terry hoped you knew that it was a declaration, a promise of his devotion, and also…

No more tests. 

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Funny How Time Flies (When You're Having Fun)

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond

You as Yourself

Summary: After your convo with Terry, you went to the library to get back into your lost-out hobby.

A/N: This isn't very long but it is something! cute and adorebleness is something I've been NEEDINGGGGGGGGG, so I made it. Enjoy my babies and who knows? may get a double upload.(also i recommend this book! definitely a good fuckin read.)

Warnings: Nothing, playful banter and cuteness.

Chapter Two:

You hopped off the bus, stepping on soggy leaves and damp pavement. Today was the day you went to the library! You haven’t been here since you were little and they renovated the entire building, bringing a classy yet homey style you admired.

You walked inside and fell in love with the interior. The library side was slim to dim, and the children’s learning center was bright! It was filled with computers, books, and a few splashes of color, but not too much color to the point that it didn't make sense. 

Approaching the desk, you asked for a library card. The process was fast and easy, choosing the library mural design for your card, the black family happily looking into the book they were reading, you prayed silently that you would have a family like that. 

You thanked the kind lady and grabbed your newly-issued library card, trying to contain your excitement but failed miserably to do so. 

The library was filled with so many books, books and books and books! And you didn’t know where the fuck to start at, it was soooo many of em, Did you want to go to a thriller? Did you want a good mystery book? Did you want to read a beautiful romcom? Many Possibilities, Many Outcomes, again.

You wandered around the library until you found a lonesome computer behind one of the adult fiction aisles. You messed with the thing until you were able to search, but for what? You didn’t know a book off the dome you wanted to read, let alone search for! 

A thought infiltrated your mind, prepping your fingers to type ‘White Smoke’ into the machine, it was in stock! only one but you had to go get it before someone got it. 

You exited from the search, returning the screen to how you found it before making a bead line to the Teen Fiction aisle. 

Rounding the corner, you made it to the section and slowly examined everything. With as many books as it had and the mind that you have? You wouldn’t leave with the book you were supposed to leave with. 

Your eyes hunted for the damn book, nibbling at your bottom lip as all the book titles became a blur, it's like a white man giving his daughter his card, it never goes well. After almost what felt like an eternity, you found it! There was only one left in stock, your hand flying out to grab it like it was Black Friday.

You looked a little to the right to see a new book from the same author, your interest was piqued as you grabbed the foreign book. It was titled, ‘The Weight Of Blood’, The name alone was a good eye-grabber, you gave props where props were due. With the books clutched in your arms, you scouted around for a resting area, somewhere cozy and dim.

You finally found a corner to read in, your feet going autopilot as you looked down at the book to read the blurb on the back, sensing Carrie vibes, just fuming off of the book, the more you read the more you it intrigued you– Oof!

Books cracked open on the floor, the sweet-smelling brolic figure you just bumped into let out a tiny laugh as you were down on the ground trying to achieve the fallen collection of books that scattered across the floor, apologizes flew out like playing cards trying to get the precious books off the all walked over the floor.

Separating the books you didn’t have in one arm and the ones you did in the other, you looked up to see who you bumped into and it was… Terry? The man almost looked unrecognizable in casual clothing, well you wouldn’t say causal, more like, different-from-first-time-seeing-him causal, his navy blue polo sweater fitted loosely on him, his black jeans sitting on his waistline, it was refreshing to not see someone sag their pants, and to top the fit, gold jewelry with his Los Angeles dodgers low dunks. “Terry!” a high-pitched calling of his name filled the silence for a little bit, stares and shushing filled it quickly after.

He snickered, looking around at the annoyed daggers of stares at the two of you. “Are you oookay?!” he whispered softly, lowering his head and then his body. 

You gave him a little smile with all thirty two gleaming, “I’m Fine!” 

“Good, now hurry off this floor before they kick us out for lewdful activities.” he said with his hand slowly extending towards you, his ear to ear smile returning when he saw your face at his snarky comment.

“You are so naughty Mr. Richmond!” you giggled like a school girl, accepting his hand up. 

His hands were soft, almost as soft as fabric softener makes clothes, his vibe was gentle and serenely warm, your head shook on its own in efforts to shake away feelings, but it didn't help.

You stood straight till your knees bent almost out of place. You fixed your glasses and dusted off places covered with dirt, geez and you’d think they would clean these floors now and again. 

Terry studied you, to your hair that could only be described as a lion mane, but you kept it tame with your hood. To your outfit, which you kept casual. Your dark blue jeans hugging your lower body perfectly, your freshly washed Tokyo Ghoul hoodie kept you warm and comfortable, but when it got too hot you wished you put on a fuckin shirt underneath. 

His hand flew to the chairs, signaling you to lead the way as if he didn’t know where he could have moved his long legs. You corrected your face from the reaction you wanted to give in your head. “After you.” 

“Such a gentleman,” you teased, holding her books as you waltzed to the seating area. You felt funny walking in front of him. Not because he could possibly be staring at your ass, but because you felt comfortable in his presence, like he just gave off natural protector energy, a lion protecting his lioness, you felt pretty and safe. 

You chose the olive green armchair near the window, sitting in knee first, leaning towards the window. 

You cracked open the book and man, it brought back your love for reading, the character's introduction sucking you further into the book. A light-skinned finger slowly creeping into your view spooked you into the armchair. “Jesus, Terrance.” 

“I’ve been pspspsps-ing you like a stray cat!” Terry whispered his shout, looking at the book that so desperately caught your attention. “That’s not white smoke…” 

“I know,” You said, looking at the book cover with satisfaction. “This is another book by the same author. I don't know, just caught my eye.” 

He looked at with a pleased face, his bottom lip turned outwards as his eyes traveled across your side, your face sculpted by confusion and scareness. “Is there something on me?” 

“No.” He smiled, setting his book on the side between you two, scooting his chair next to yours, your hands flew out to replace what would have been your screams. 

He sat down in the now moved seat and crossed his legs, his hands reaching for your book with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair. 

Something unspoken was spoken between you two, his eyes rolled jokingly as he leaned towards you. “This is fine as long as we put it back where it belongs.” 

“How the fuck does your whispers sound like your speaking regularly?!” 

“Simple, My tongue is silver.” 

Oh, how you wish it was on you. 

You shook your head blinking back other unwanted thoughts. Your hand flew to the book, flipping the skinny pages to where you left off at, catching him up to where you got stopped at, which wasn’t far. 

“So she was passing as a white girl until that one day at her track meeting?” 

“Yes,” You answered, starting you up on one of your blabs.

It's funny how time flies when you’re having fun, as the great Janet Jackson said. You sat in the same spot for some hours—how many? You don't know. 

It’s been nice reading with someone, thoughts after each chapter, the passion of reading each sentence like it were lines to a script, the sudden moments to go with every other sentence, this was the best impromptu book club you could’ve ever joined. 

“5 Minutes till closing.” An Employee said, waving her hand to politely exit the area.

You looked outside to see the sunset. Closing the book to set it on top of the other book. Damn, you forgot you even checked that book out. 

“So,” His voice took you out of your thoughts. “Mind if I walk you to your car?” 

“Er…” 

Car. A fuckin Car. You don’t have one! You got two black Cadillacs that gets you places and singles to give to the money eater on those buses. You internally croaked over as you silently spoke the words: 

“I don’t have a car.”

“What?” His head tilted toward you to hear you better but you jerked yours back. 

“I don’t have a car! Teehee. I caught the bus.” You admitted to him, his face not changing at all. “Oh.” He said, “That’s all?”

“Yes that’s all!” you felt offended, it took a lot to admit you didn’t own a vehicle and all you get is a ‘That’s all’!?! The nerve! “It ain't easy to admit that you asshole.” You playfully hit his shoulder, giggling at how he faked how bad it stung. 

“I can take you, It’s not that big of a deal.” I want to fuck you so it is.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to have you doing anything extra-”

He shushed with his finger on your lips, dragging his index finger down and flicked your bottom lip. “Imma stop you right there. You ain’t prolonging shit, nor are you stopping me from doing something that I want to do. Plus I’m not letting another man scoop you up like that! That’s my job.” 

“Boy if you don’t move yo finger off my mouth,” You attempted to bite his finger away but he was quick to withdraw it. “I will take you up on your offer, but if you do that Disney Channel shit on me again I will lick you.” 

“You can lick me anytime you please,” he teased, his smile grew fatter seeing your eyes react to his statement. “Cmon lil lady,” He stuck out his free elbow while the other one had your books and his, “Times ticking and it's getting cold out.” 

Your eyes rolled involuntarily as you linked arms with Terry, walking together to the exit.

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[earthchica]

Funny How Time Flies

terry richmond x black, fem!/plus size reader

summary: you are a shy, introverted person who wants to break out of your shell and experience fun at least once in your life. During a mutual friend's group trip, you meet Terry and have the best sex with him. Once the fun is over, will you and Terry stay in touch?

warnings: explicit smut (18+), light use of daddy, foul language, dirty talking, dom/sub, oral (f), pussy slaps, fingering, unprotected sex, nicknames (beautiful, baby, baby girl), words: (3k)

note: hey, I'm working on another mini-series, but this one is sweet, wholesome, and freaky! let me know your thoughts and if you want to be tagged in future parts. please enjoy!

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You’ve been shy and introverted your entire life, often feeling tired of this loneliness. Your daily routine typically consists of working, exercising, and returning home, which leaves little opportunity for social interaction or adventure.

While you go out when you want to, most of your time is spent at home with your loving dog. Despite that, you know something is missing—particularly, a boyfriend and a more vibrant social life.

The anxiety stemming from your shyness made it difficult for you to step outside your comfort zone. You want to seek more experiences beyond the walls of your home and be more outgoing.

When your friends Sasha and Maya invited you on a group trip, you accepted. They were surprised but happy and reassured you that you wouldn’t feel left out or awkward during the trip.

Sasha, in particular, couldn’t contain her excitement, as explained by her boyfriend, Bryce. He was bringing his old marine friend, Terry Richmond.

You met the girls at the airport and greeted them with hugs. Sasha explained that Bryce and Cameron needed to find Terry, which made you feel nervous. She told you a little about him, but ultimately, you would have to form your own opinion about him.

"Oh, here they come! Finally,” Sasha replied, gesturing towards three tall, fit men in the distance.

Bryce was a tall, dark-skinned man, while Cam was kind of brown-skinned since he was lighter than Bryce. Then your eyes led to him. Who must be Terry?

At that moment, you felt an undeniable spark of love at first sight. Terry was slightly taller than Bryce and Cam and had a lighter skin tone.

He was so handsome, with good hands, good lips, and, good god, a nice body!!! He was fine, and you wanna intertwine him.

"Good, made it back on time and found big dawg," Bryce nudged Terry on the arm, laughed, and then moved over to Sasha.

"Yeah, bro was at the wrong damn gate/terminal," Cam said, walking over to Maya and greeted her with a kiss on the forehead.

"My fault; it's been a minute since I've been at the damn airport; y'all know I don't travel a lot," Terry chuckled lightly as he caught you staring, prompting you to look away.

"Well, we're glad you found him. Now...um, Terry, I want you to meet someone," Maya said with a smile.

He raised his eyebrows curiously and she motioned towards you and introduced you to Terry by using your name.

“Hey, there!” He said, giving a polite wave, and you just stared at him. Everyone looked at you, awaiting your response, but nothing came out until Sasha nudged you.

“Hi,” you said, waving back with a small mile. You held his gaze for a moment, feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach, before shyly turning your eyes away.

The flight to Cancun, Mexico, is currently boarding for its scheduled departure at 1 PM. Passengers are advised to have their boarding passes and identification ready and to proceed to the gate promptly.

"Okay, that's us. Who's ready to get Lit?" Maya clapped her hands, easing the awkwardness and creating a more hype vibe.

Sasha wrapped her arm around your shoulders playfully, giving you a knowing look through her sunglasses.

"Look at you, drooling all over Terry already; I told you he would be your type," She teased, and you playfully hit her arm.

Soon enough, you were all on the plane, and of course, you were sitting next to Terry. He was talking to you, but you felt so nervous that your responses were short.

You both had a lot in common: you were single, didn’t get out much, and were on this trip to have fun. You couldn’t believe that a handsome man like Terry wanted to talk to you despite your shyness.

Terry was eager to talk to you from the moment he first saw you. He felt a strong connection and wanted to get to know you better. He was really glad he decided to go on this trip because your sweet and shy nature made him want to break you out of your shell.

“You're kind of the shy and quiet type, huh?! I like that; some people say I'm reserved, so I guess I can relate,"

"You don't seem like it; you seem like an outgoing person." You look at him for a second. His captivating hazel-green eyes burn into yours, causing a flutter in your chest.

"Well, I sometimes can be both; I'm a little reserved when I don't know the person, but if I know you, I'm more open, I guess," Terry explained, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"What makes me so different?" You asked in a playful tone, building some confidence.

Terry laughs and smirks, "I guess you're that special!"

You felt like your heart exploded the way he looked at you, obviously attracted to you. You just nodded, looking away, trying to hide your smile.

“Hey....come on, I was just getting used to hearing that pretty voice of yours,” Terry said, leaning in, and your breath hitched.

You and Terry chatted throughout the entire plane ride. Although you were still a bit shy, you found yourself being more talkative than before, which felt positive.

Perhaps Terry was just what you needed for this trip. Once your group arrived at the stunning villa, you marveled at its beautiful interior.

“Alright,” Maya announced, her enthusiasm infectious as she gathered everyone to discuss the week's activities. She carefully ensured everyone felt included and excited about them.

Maya suggested you all chill and settle into our bedrooms for the afternoon. You began rolling your heavy suitcase down the hall, its wheels clicking softly against the floor.

“Do you need a hand?” Terry asked, approaching with a friendly smile and ready to help you with your suitcase.

"Yeah, thanks." You said with a small smile, walking to your bedroom door and walking in.

"You can put it right there, " You said, pointing at the chair before you and indicating that he should place it there. Terry glanced at you curiously as if he were too nervous to ask a question.

A moment of silent communication passes between you. Terry stepped forward, closing the distance, and you felt your heart race.

You instinctively wanted to shy away, but you fought against the urge, reminding yourself to be brave.

“I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but I would love to take you on a date tonight. I am drawn to you and want to crack your shy shell and see what’s inside. Of course, only if you want me to," He expressed with a hopeful smile.

“I would love that, Terry,” You said with a smile. Terry smiled back, gave you his number, and set the date plans.

He walked out, winking at you as he left the bedroom. You bit your lip and excitedly squealed, jumping dramatically onto the comfortable bed.

-

You told the girls about the date, and they were so excited that they went upstairs to your bedroom to help you out.

“I don’t think I can do this; it's been so long since i've been on a date, and all together, I'm shy as fuck” You said, getting your nerves up.

“Babe, it’s fine. You need this, and Terry is an amazing guy. We wouldn't have brought him on this trip if we didn't know he would be perfect for you.” Sasha says, ease your anxiety a lot more.

“Sasha is right; just have fun and let go, but not too much; you might get dicknotized,” Maya smiles playfully as she hands you a sexy yellow dress that catches the light beautifully.

"This will look amazing on you," She added, her eyes sparkling excitedly. As you slipped into the dress, your nerves faded, replaced by a sense of pride.

Maya's perfume filled the room as she sprayed on you; it had a familiar and comforting aroma.

Sasha, the fashionista, was styling your box braids and applying your makeup while you looked in the mirror.

"Remember," She said, glancing over her shoulder, "confidence is key. Just be yourself."

After saying bye to Sasha and Maya, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. You were walking downstairs and Terry stood there at the bottom, clearly waiting for you.

His eyes widened, taking in every detail. You couldn't help but giggle at his look of awe. He seemed captivated by your radiant beauty, his gaze lingering on your elegant curves.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” Terry said. You smiled and looked him over, noticing he was wearing a black button-up shirt and shorts.

"Thank you. Um..you look beautif-I mean handsome!" You cursed at yourself in your mind, feeling totally embarrassed, and Terry found it cute.

"Thanks! Are you ready?" Terry asked, holding his arm out with a smile and you happily accepted.

Both of you walk leisurely down the path, arm in arm while listening to the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore accompanies you as you make your way to the charming ocean-view restaurant that overlooks the sparkling waters.

You and Terry walk inside, and the warm glow of the intimate setting welcomes you. You find a cozy table for two awaiting your arrival. Moments later, a friendly waiter approaches, ready to take your drink orders.

While waiting, Terry struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly. His warm smile and engaging demeanor made it easy to share about yourself. With every exchanged joke and smile, you found yourself becoming more comfortable, as if he had a talent for bringing out the best in people.

His smooth charm was evident; he made you feel special and understood, gently encouraging you to step out of your shy little shell and embrace the moment because the air between you crackled with sexual tension, growing palpable by the minute.

The waiter approached your table, balancing a tray of drinks that shimmered in the dim light. He set them down before you with a polite smile. After taking your food orders, he left you both.

Terry, his eyes sparkling, leaned in closer, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“While we wait, how about we play a game of ‘Would you rather?’” Terry proposed, the excitement in his voice making the suggestion feel inviting.

"Okay," You replied, intrigued and ready to dive into the game.

“Okay, would you rather…” Terry started, propping his chin on his hand as he contemplated the question.

“Would you rather live deep in the ocean or explore the vastness of space?”

You paused for a moment, considering the options carefully. “Hmm, that’s a tough choice. But I think I would choose space,” You finally replied.

“Mmm, interesting! What makes you lean toward space?” Terry inquired, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I have always been interested in space and astronomy. If I could, I would be an astronaut, and the experience would be exciting,” You said, taking a sip of your wine.

"Wow, I would love to learn more about that, but it's your turn," Terry said, his eyes lighting up with curiosity and a warm smile spreading across his face. The "Would You Rather" game had been going for a while and had taken a slightly naughty turn.

Before long, the waiter arrives with both of your meals, setting them down on the table with a flourish. As the delightful aromas fill the air, you take a moment to appreciate the dishes before returning to Terry.

Intrigued by the connection you two are building, you changed the subject wanting to know about Terry's interests and experiences, eager to learn more about his passions.

Terry paused mid-sentence, his gaze falling on your necklace, which had come unhooked. With a gentle smile, he leaned in close and secured the clasp.

You found yourself momentarily lost in the warmth of his touch, savoring the soft caress against your dark brown skin, a delightful contrast that sent a shiver of warmth through you.

Terry pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips, and effortlessly transitioned back into talking as if nothing had happened. You couldn't help but notice his subtle game; it was working on you like a charm.

Your desire was intense, and your craving seemed to deepen with every word he spoke. You were utterly captivated, wanting him more than ever before.

After dinner, you both walk silently side by side on the beach. Your hands nearly touch until Terry grabs yours and holds it, making you smile.

You slowly look up at him, and you find that his eyes are already fixed on you.

"What?" You asked.

"Just admiring how gorgeous you are," Terry stopped you from walking by wrapping his arms around your plump waist.

You touched his chest, thinking you both would finally kiss. But Terry was teasing you again. He lifted you slightly, catching you off guard and causing you to drop your purse and heels.

“Oh my goodness, what are you doing, Terry?” You gasped, struggling to escape his firm hold on you.

“Let’s get in the water; I bet it’s cold,” He said, trying to pull you closer.

“No, Terry!” You squealed, quickly breaking free from his grasp and running away from him with your tongue sticking out.

“Hey!” he yelled, chasing after you. When he finally caught you, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and started tickling you.

You bounced up and down with laughter, trying to escape his grip. Just as Terry was about to say something, he accidentally tripped over something in the sand. Both of you fell together. You looked at him, and he looked at you.

You both laughed as Terry rolled off of you, pulling you onto his chest and kissing the top of your head, making your heart flutter. He eventually helped you out of the sand and retrieved your purse and heels.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, surprising him with the suddenness of your action. As you pulled back, a shy smile crept onto your face, and you turned your gaze to the side, feeling excitement and nervousness.

In an instant, Terry reached out, his fingers gently cupping your cheek, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes searched yours, a blend of sweetness and warmth reflected in them.

Then, without breaking his gaze, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing softly against yours as he kissed you, igniting a flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

You let out a muffled moan, feeling his hands gliding over your ass with a gentle yet teasing touch. Your breath caught in your throat, pulling away while feeling him firmly grasping it.

"Do you wanna continue this back at the villa?" Terry asked, his eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at you.

"Yes," you said, nodding firmly as you still held the gaze. Your voice remained steady, even as a whirlwind of emotions surged within you—excitement, desire, and a hint of nervousness mingled together.

-

Once stepped into the bedroom, Terry pressed you against the solid door. His lips met yours in a passionate, rough kiss, feeling an electric spark hit and made your heart race.

"I've been waiting to take this dress off you since I saw you in it," He murmured in your ear, running his hands down the bodice of your yellow dress.

"And it's just driving me wild," He whispered, which made you shiver.

"Well, take it off if you're brave enough," You spoke boldly, which made him smirk.

You gasped as he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed. You still couldn't get over the fact that he was so strong to pick you up, which was a turn-on for you.

He picked you down as both of you stood at the edge of the bed; he was kissing your neck, and his lips peppered on your dark-brown skin, pausing here and there to suck on the sensitive flesh.

His hand reached behind your back to find the zipper of your dress, pushing it down to your feet. You step out of it, and his hands touch your exposed breasts.

As you stood there, a wave of insecurity washed over you, causing you to shy away slightly. Just when you thought about retreating and hiding yourself, Terry stopped you. His gaze was steady and inviting, searching your eyes.

"You're beautiful, baby. Don't hide from me!" He whispers genuinely, making you feel warm inside. You kiss him as his hands grip your breasts.

You let out a soft moan, pulling away and popping his black button-up shirt open. You admired his abs and slid your fingers down his chest.

Terry shivered slightly at your touch; you had the same effect on him as he had on you. Both of you practically ripped each other's clothes. You gently laid yourself down as Terry hovered above you.

You pulled him down for another kiss as he cupped your right breast in his hand while his lips moved away from yours. His tongue dragged across the dark area of your areola.

"Such nice big tits, so good to suck," Terry growls and grabs both of your breasts with his hand, squeezing and sucking them, causing you to whimper.

"How does that feel, baby?" He asked, pulling away from sucking your nipples as his right hand traveled down to your wet folds, and circled them.

A loud moan escaped your lips, felt him push two fingers inside of you, prompting you to cover your mouth to avoid being heard by the others.

"Nah, baby girl, none of that. You have no idea how desperate I want to hear you moan for me. If you don’t let yourself make any sounds, I’ll have to find a way to draw them out."

"Yes-yes....ohhhh....It-it feels good....ahh......so good," You moaned, feeling him moved below and rested between your plump legs, glancing up at you. He spread them wide, getting a good look at your pussy.

"Mmmm, a pretty girl with a pretty pussy" He said before placing his hands on your legs and dragging his tongue between your wet folds.

"Yes....fuck....ahh fuck" You moaned, arching your back and grabbing your breasts as he repeated the action with more pressure, his tongue sliding against your bundle of nerves.

"Mmm, tastes so damn good, girl" His hands were holding your wide hips as he continued to suck and lick you dry, drawing desperate soft moans from your mouth. 

Terry buried deeper between your plump legs, which was driving you crazy. The pleasure you were feeling going through your body was so overwhelming.

"Ahh fuck, Terry fucking eat this pussy, mutherfucka" You moaned, and your fingers gently caressed his head, relishing the closeness of him.

Terry chuckles. "Mmm, there you go, keep talking nasty to me, baby. I see I'm bringing the best out of you, the freak in you," He said before resuming devouring your pussy.

Another loud moan escaped your lips as the pleasure built within you, clenching around his fingers while you felt yourself getting close.

"Are you gonna cum, beautiful?" He asked, moving up to look into your eyes and began to finger fuck you fast.

"Yes, Terry, oh shit.....fuck-fuck don't stop fuck." You cried, suddenly cumming hard, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"Yeah, that's it, baby girl. Fucking cum for Daddy," Terry said, still fingering you and then smacking your pussy as wet gushing came out of you, causing you to cry.

"Shit, look at that, baby. And I did all that with my tongue and fingers; I can't wait to see how your pussy takes my dick" He said with a chuckle, licking his fingers, and you watched him coming down from your intense high.

You kissed him, slightly tasting yourself as he cupped your breast in his hand while your hand slid down his chest to his throbbing dick; you got a good look at it and gasped at it.

"Like what you see?" Terry whispered in your ear.

"Yes, it's so big," You moaned, moving your hand up and down his length as you kissed him again but deeply. A very deep moan came from his mouth when you got a little faster.

"Fuck, girl, I need you…" Terry said with a slight moan, which made you smile. He moved on top of you and slowly entered your folds, causing you to go bananas.

You were loving the fullness of his thickness inside of you as he began thrusting, drawing soft moans from you. Terry asked, looking down at you to see if it was good, but you nodded.

"Come on, baby. Don't get shy on me again; tell me how it feels?" He asked, his hands on your waist sliding down to grasp your wide hips, pulling you closer so he could bury himself deeper.

"Yes, Terry fuck me, fuck it feels good!" You moaned, wrapping your plump legs around his waist tighter, allowing a new, delicious angle that you both liked.

Your moans became louder and more frequent as his thrusts came faster but still as gently and passionately as ever.

"That's it, girl....let everyone know i'm fucking this pussy good, You like it, you like how I am fucking you" Terry moaned while his rhythm never stopped looking down at you with so much desire and lust;

"Oh yes, Daddy fuck me, it feels so good," You cried, looking up at him as he lifted your legs to his shoulders and pounding into you faster and harder but much more profound.

"Take that fucking dick like a good girl;" Terry growled, tightening his grip on your legs.

"....fuck are you about to cum, baby?" Terry moaned, feeling the warmth of your walls, clenched around him.

"Oh....yes, fuckfuckfuck..I'm-I'm cumming-" You moaned, digging your nails deep into his arms and scratching down.

"Fucking let it go, baby."

"AHHH!!" You screamed, coming hard again and Terry wasn't too far behind, cursing, pulling out; your legs immediately fell to his waist as his hot cum spurted all over your belly, making you slightly giggle.

"Shit," Terry cursed, lowered himself, and propped up on his left arm as his head buried in your neck.

He entirely collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around him. You slid your hand up and down his sweaty back while he gave you small, lazy kisses on your face and neck.

Terry rolls off you, and both of you calm down from your high. You bite your lip and turn to prop yourself up to look at him.

"That was—" You couldn't decide what word to use. It was beyond amazing, it was...

"Mind-blowing, yeah," He agreed, looking at you and lifting himself up to kiss you.

"Up for another round in the shower?"He asked, pulling away and caressing your hip.

"Yes!" Both of you smirked at each other and got out of bed to walk to the bathroom; Terry made you cum two more times that night.

[4pfsukuna]

She want a big dawg

Inspo: that trend on tiktok and yall know the one. Somebody made a edit to him to this and i seen the vision. Plus the girlies been saying they tired of smutt so

warning: its purely fluff; 865 word

Being ex military Terry always felt like he was on guard— being a light sleeper, always scoping the scenery out, early morning 6 mile bike rides but there was just something about you that put him at ease.

You were so soft, gentle, always finding the humor in something even if you did have a bit of a dark sense of humor. The scent of coconut always lingered on your smooth skin and your lips stayed pink and glossy no matter how much you licked them. 

The way you thought you could command him to do something even being nearly half his size when all he had to do was give you complete eye contact and you would fold like a lawn chair. All you had to do was bat those pretty brown eyes up at him and that man would build you a house anything to keep that smile on your face.

And in the evenings he loves sitting on the porch with you more specifically he’ll come find you wherever you are in the house, wrap his large arms around you and carry you listening to you rant about your day, or whatever book you were reading or whatever you see on social media.

“She dont want no puppy she want a big dog” you sing for the fourth time since he picked you up holding you with just one arm as if you weighed nothing and he just chuckles at you when you place a bunch of kisses on his face.

“You better chill before you start something mama” he leaves a peck on your lips watching the way you look at him with so much love and admiration like he hung the sun moon and stars in the sky just for you.

Ignoring him you squeeze him tighter in a hug loving the way he kisses the top of your head pulling you closer inhaling his scent feeling the humidity kiss your skin the minute he walks to the porch swing. down south was always warm but nothing could beat the warmth of your embrace.

“Babe, you know how much I love you?” You smile up at him tightening your legs around his waist and he holds your face in both of his large palms pecking your forehead, then nose and finally lips.

“What silly little tic tac trend you trying to trick me into now?” He asks, reading you like an open book watching the way your jaw drops. He knew when you were sweet talking him and what for too— you had been singing that song that one specific part for the past two days. 

“Its tik tok! And what you think you know me or something?” You playfully scrunch your face up pushing your long dark curls that fell from your bun out your face. He chuckles, angling his head down to you watching you squirm instantly. No matter how long yall was together it was certain things he did that still gave you butterflies and made you nervous.

“Baby girl don't insult me, of course i know you” and he pulls you back to him tightly closing his eyes enjoying the sound of nature as day turns into evening. “And i know if you keep pulling away from me imma have to really pin you down”

Terrys love language actually was physical touch, loved having you in his arms, carrying you, waking up in the morning to you still cuddled up to him or when he’s making breakfast and your little arms wrap around his waist grumbling about him leaving you and the bed being cold without him. Or when it’s your turn to cook dinner and he steals kisses knowing you don’t like to be bothered when you cook, always successfully fishing when you swat at him for trying to steal food from the pot. So who were you to deny this time as if your love language isn't spending time together.

You finally settle in his arms, head on his chest yet halfway on his upper arm and he sinks further into the swing slowly rocking it back and forth, left arm running up and down your back unaware of your antics until something catches his ear.

“She dont want no puppy” the music plays and you try to sit up as if he made empty threats tightening his biceps around your shoulders, he definitely was not against pinning you down. “She want a big dawg”

Opening his eyes he looks down at you watching how contempt you look with him squeezing tightly around you not even bothered in the slightest only looking up when you see him looking at you through the camera.

“Ok ok im done go ahead put your old man music on” you giggle happily. you got your video and his muscles were wrapped tightly around you, even placing a kiss on his bare chest before laying back down. Ignoring your slick comment he puts on redbone by childish gambino and like clockwork your hands start running over his back and arms slowly and softly turning him into putty, unraveling his muscles slowly putting him at ease like you always do. 

[thatone-girly]

PRETTY GIRL

Summary: Six months postpartum and Cleo is still insecure about herself. Terry has had enough.

Terry Richmond x Black!OC

18+ Content! || porn with little to no plot, married couple, slight daddy kink, p in v, mentions of postpartum depression, mentions of insecurity

Cleo gasped, the faint sound getting caught in her throat as her nails dug into the meaty flesh of Terry’s arms. Her toes curled tightly as the tremble in her thighs intensified. The constant jabbing and stimulation of her g-spot due to Terry’s deep, digging strokes sent intoxicating waves of pleasure through her body, leaving her looking fucked-out and dick drunk.

Another whine left her swollen, parted lips, eyes rolling back in her head as her knees came together in an attempt to slow Terry’s mid-paced strokes. “Mm-mm…”, he hummed, his right hand moving to smack her thigh. “Open them legs. Let me see that pretty ass pussy.”

He didn’t give her much of a chance to follow his commands before he hooked his huge hands around the back of her knees and pushed them up to her chest. His gaze stayed fixed on her creaming tightness, watching the milky white ring she left grow thinker and larger. “She so pretty…”, he mumbled, “just like you.”

His plump, pink lips wedged between his pearly white teeth as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “Look at her.”, he took his right hand off her thigh and cupped his hand around he jaw, forcing her to look at their connected parts. “Look how she’s creamin’ around me.”

Cleo blinked to clear her hazy vision, focusing in on his length moving in and out of her with ease. Seeing first hand the sticky mess she was making made her even wetter, causing her nails to dig deeper into Terry’s arms. “Terryyy…”, Cleo whined, her eyes fluttering closed as her head fell back against the sheets.

Terry, whose hand had moved from her jaw to around her neck, hummed in response. “What’s the matter, mama?”

Breath partially taken from his firm grip on her neck, Cleo released a choked moan as the tremble in her legs intensified. “Talk to me, baby”, Terry mumbled, his grip tightening softly, “tell daddy what’s wrong.”

Cleo whined in response, her walls tightening around him as her toes curled tightly in the air, “y-you’re so deep, baby.”

A cocky grin spread across his face, his bottom lip moving to rest between his teeth once more. He told her this would happen. He told her all it would take was just one more time for him to catch her looking at herself negatively in the mirror, one more time to catch her starving herself to lose weight, one more time for her to talk down on herself. One more time and he was going to do something about it.

He made it clear from the first time she made a comment about her postpartum body that he would not tolerate his wife being insecure about the body that carried their child. But for a while, he did. He knew postpartum depression was a bitch, and he saw it take its ugly toll on Cleo. He hated seeing her so upset about the changes her body had gone through bringing their baby girl into the world, and quite frankly, he didn’t understand. Hell, he loved it.

He loved everything. The way her hair grew, the way her skin became glass, the way stretch marks were visible on her thighs, ass, and stomach. The way her chest grew, hips expanded, and her ass got fatter? Oh, you know he was loving that. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t love it. Honestly, he didn’t want to. One too many negative comments about herself and he had had enough.

He told her the next time she said something negative about herself, he’d fuck the shit out of her. If he couldn’t talk her into feeling beautiful, he would fuck her into feeling beautiful. He made it clear that he would go so deep inside of her that she wouldn’t even remember what she was insecure about.

And she didn’t. She barely even remembered her name right now.

His name seemed to be the only thing she remembered, because in the moment, it was the only thing she could manage to say. Beside the occasional whines, whimpers, and cries, the only thing leaving her mouth was Terry’s name. But that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“Look at me.”, he commanded, his deep green eyes burning into her face. Cleo peeled her eyes open, locking eyes with her husband. They held intense eye contact, the effects over their intimate dance causing butterflies to swarm in Cleo’s stomach. “Tell me what I wanna hear.”

Cleo didn’t have to ask what it was he wanted her to say. He’d been saying it to her since the day they met, and after she had the baby, he said it ten times more. Now he wanted her to say it.

But Cleo didn’t want to say it. She didn’t think it was true.

Noticing her eyes starting to close, Terry smacked her thigh with his free hand while putting more pressure on her throat with the other. “Don’t look away from me, Cleo.”

Cleo yelped at the harsh contact his large hand made to her thigh as her eyes shot open. “Tell me what I wanna hear.”, he repeated, his hips moving in ways that damn near made it impossible for Cleo to keep her eyes open, let alone talk. “Come on, baby…say it for me.”

Despite his pussy-wetting words and leg shaking strokes, Cleo still refused to say it.

Terry said nothing. Instead, he began to retreat from her walls and let go of her neck. Whining from the feel of his exit, Cleo hurriedly reached out to grab his arm. “No, don’t stop! Please, don’t stop, it feels so good!”

At her pleading words, Terry slowly pushed back inside of her. “Well stop playing and tell me what I wanna hear.”

Gasping as he stretched her again, Cleo’s back arched off of the bed as he inched closer and closer to that sweet spot of hers. She knew him and she knew how petty he was. He was purposely avoiding hitting her spot until she said what he wanted her to say.

Burying his head in her neck, Terry peppered kisses along her neck as he mumbled, “Come on, mama. Let me hear you say it.”

Whining as her walls contracted around him, Cleo mumbled, “I’m beautiful.”

“What you say?”, Terry mumbled as his lips pressed repeatedly against the sweet spot on her neck. “I ain’t hear you.”

Cursing under her breath, Cleo fought not to lose her damn mind as she draped an arm over Terry’s neck and both voluntarily and involuntarily raked her nails over his shoulder blade. “I’m beautiful…”, she repeated in her whining tone, her free hand reaching up beside her head to grip the plush pillow. Cleo wanted to slap the shit out of Terry for having her like this. Better yet, she wanted to slap the shit out of herself for pushing him away for so long. Her insecurities kept her from damn near seeing heaven, and damn was she mad about it.

Terry needed to say nothing to let Cleo know her words had been accepted. All he needed to do was push his hips a little bit deeper, and there it was.

Cleo needed to say nothing to let him know that he’d found that spot, because the involuntary bucking of her hips along with the trembling of her legs and gasp of pleasure, Terry knew. His low chuckle of contentment confirmed that as he lifted himself from the crook of her neck to balance himself on his hands and continue to roll his hips in that same pattern. Looking down at his dazed wife, Terry chuckled once more and took his bottom lip between his teeth, asking, “I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?”

Cleo, in her otherworldly pleasure, could only grip the pillow tighter and continue to let her sweet love sounds slip past her parted lips.

Terry could do nothing but admire her when she was like this. Her legs spread all over the bed, hands clenched in the sheets, hair wild as hell. She was a disheveled, sweaty, moaning mess. But still to him, she was the prettiest thing in the world.

He watched as her tired brown eyes rolled back into her head and her head fell back against the bed as she tried not to be too loud and wake their baby girl across the hall. He took a second to let his head fall back and avert his vision to the ceiling from both pleasure and to take a breather, because if he kept watching Cleo, he would get her pretty ass pregnant all over again.

Hearing her whine his name again in that familiar tone, he quickly returned his attention to her. She was close.

“What’s the matter, baby?”, he cooed as he moved his right hand down to her bundle of nerves and used the pad of his thumb to rub slow, sloppy circles, “you gon’ cum for me? hmm?”

Moaning aloud in response to his unexpected touch, Cleo’s hand quickly moved down to his hip in an attempt to halt his movement just for a second so she could get some air back in her damn lungs. “W-wait, T…”, she murmured, fighting to keep her eyes from doing yet another roll inward, but damn did she feel good. Hell, she could barely talk without moaning.

Shaking his head, Terry’s hips continued to move, fighting back against her weak pushes. “Nah”, he mumbled, his thumb continuing its rotation on her pleasure point, “don’t tap out on me now, Cleo. Gimmie that nut. Let me have it.”

And just like that, his wish was her command. “Oh, f-fuck, Terry!” Her volume control was out the window, as was her mind as an orgasm sent from God himself ran its course. His name upon her lips was music to Terry’s ears as he continued his movements, helping her ride out her high.

Motions slowly coming to a halt as her body relaxed, Terry chuckled as he watched her pleasure cost his shaft in creamy coats. Finally being allowed to catch her breath, Cleo’s chest rose and fell at a semi-rapid pace. “Terry…what the fuck?”, she whined as she raised a hand to cover her face.

Chuckling once more, he gently removed her hand from face before peppering kisses all around it. She smiled weakly as he whispered, “You did so good for me, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

With more kisses to her face and her lips, he then murmured, “but I know you got some more in there for me. Gon’ head and turn over.”

[miyuhpapayuh]

I love when we explore sex like this, talk about how different our bodies are and how they react to pleasure. I thought this just happened to me, so it's nice to see someone else relate and share! And yo have such a caring partner makes it that much sweeter!

ouch.

terry richmond x black!female reader

plot: use your words

triggers: non-sexual pain, reader is unable to verbalize at times, reproductive pains, mentions of menstruation, use of the n-word, characters have my flippant sense of humor.

a/n: not a slightly smutty drabble in the middle of a work day. this is not edited. it comes from personal experience. i just had a thought of trying to put down in words what i go through personally.

your back arches, curving around his warm splayed hand. he’s giving you what you asked for. No mercy. You can hear his balls slapping, you can hear your bed creaking.

1 thrust.

2 thrust.

3 thrust.

4…and oh god.

“Ah.” You start, your hands on his shoulders clenching but also pushing. You can feel it. It’s big, it’s strong and it’s coming fast. You push a little more but he just chuckles, still panting in your ear, still thrusting.

“oh nah, you asked for this.” He says, slightly twangier because barriers had been lifted once he was 8 inches deep. “take this shit. Take it baby. Fuuck.” He buries his head in your neck, somehow going faster, deeper.

You were squeezing him now, both your hands and your pussy. Clenching on him so tight because whatever was coming next was going to throw you. He was too deep or it just felt too good. It was just hitting too good.

It was trouble.

“Terry please…” You didn’t know how to verbalize it. How to tell him that you needed him to stop, and if he kept hitting you in that particular place, at that particular pace that you might- “FUCK!”

And you could feel his arrogant smirk as you fluttered around him, your pussy signaling that he was hitting all the right spots. “Oh I know….” He said as you begged. You didn’t know whether or not you were begging for him to stop or to ram you through the wall.

 “You better come all over this dick.” He licked up the side of your neck. “Fuck that’s right squeeze me baby. You love it.”

You couldn’t control it even if you wanted to. You were so sensitive that even if he pulled out, you would probably cum. “Terry…fuck I’m about to cum!!” You wailed out.

And cum you did.

It was magical…at first.

Strong, so strong it’s like it rushed up to your head and back down to your toes. Your body arched up to his, and he held you through it. You couldn’t breathe so your moan got stuck somewhere in the air. He was mumbling the nastiest things to you as he shot his seed inside of you, your clenching getting him off.

….and when it wasn’t magical, it fucking hurt.

You pushed him off of you with whatever strength you had left. Hunching over like someone had kicked you, you had three point five seconds to calm your abdomen down before it went into a full spasm.

“Fuck. No No.” You groaned as the aftershocks of the orgasm twitched through your abdomen.

“What the fuck.” Terry said standing up from the bed in all his naked, semi erect glory. “Shit baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He touched your shoulder but you shook him off, trying to focus on not getting a fucking cramp.

How do explain to the man you’re fucking that…oh yeah sometimes when I have a fucking orgasm, I also have debilitating cramps.

You breathed through the last tingles, and when your stomach stopped jerking as if it wanted to cramp you were able to speak again. As blank face as you could mustered, you adjusted yourself so you were laying on a pillow. “I’m okay. Sorry about that. I’m good.”

And Terry? Who was looking at you like you had six heads and five nipples? Oh, He wasn’t having that.

“You’re good? Girl, what the fuck was that? You pushed me off you like I had…” He stopped, standing up quickly. He looked back at you, eyes wide with fear. “Did I miss a signal? Shit. Were you trying to push me off for real? Shit baby, did I –“ Now holding your cheeks examining you for harm.

You shook your head, almost laughing, “No, no Ter. Its nothing like that. You didn’t hurt me. Not on purpose. It wasn’t your fault at all. My stupid body-” You sighed, sitting against your headboard. “I just…sometimes like when I’m ovulating or close to my cycle, I get cramps after I have a really strong orgasm. It just happens sometimes. I usually take ibuprofen before I know we’re going to have sex but…”

Terry rolled his neck nodding with a rolling smile like he was a little ashamed of how he had tossed you over his shoulder once you opened the door when he told you he was outside, “Yeah, sorry about that. I mean…it your fault kind of. Nobody told you to answer the door like that.”

“Nigga it’s a night shirt. It’s got kissy faces on it.”

“It turns me on.”

He slid back into your bed, easing you into his arms. His hand hovered over your stomach just for a moment, before sliding against it. He rubbed in soft, gentle circles. “How you feeling now?”

“I’m okay. Weird thing about them, it’s like –“ You made a gesture like a roller coaster. “Like I orgasm, the orgasm is fucking great and then it’s like I’m not orgasming anymore. I’m spasming, and I can only control the spasm so much before it becomes a full-blown cramp. But if I can control them, it subsides and I’m fine. Like nothing happened. I’m fine…stop looking at me like that.”

“Has this happened with me before and you didn’t tell me?”

Silence.

“I’m going to throw you off this bed-"

“So first you give me a cramp inducing orgasm, and now you are going to throw me off the bed. Sounds abusive to me.” You smirked, and laughed as he shoved you a little.

“Stop. For real, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause the orgasm was good?” You sighed when you felt his look. “…it’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t have to warn someone that hey I might get a cramp if you give me a strong enough orgasm btw.”

“It’s not embarrassing. If you would have told me, I could have slowed down. Let you ease into that shit or something. Let you take a break. Hell stopped if we had to. You shouldn’t have to suffer just because I like making you cum.”

“But I wanna cum.”

He kissed you. “And I want to make you cum but I don’t want you to have a cramp. So, let’s figure out what works… if you’re up for it.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you were up for it. You positioned yourself on your knees and elbows, your back slightly arched. You looked back at him grinning.

“Didn’t you just… See…” He could barely keep the grin off his face. “We’re going to need a ‘you’re going to give me a cramp’ safe word if you’re going to do shit like this.”

He was palming your ass before you could open your mouth, hand drifting to adjust your arch just how he liked it.

You smirked.

“…let’s go with Pedialyte.”

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 12 Snippet

Enough

“Monnie, I don't know… Everything is just…,” I said, crying softly.

“Girl! If you don't just praise God right quick, and call that man to thank him.” Monnie said, smacking her lips. She was clearly agitated with my response.

After almost three weeks of pure hell, I received a call from a lawyer that Terry himself hired. I was told the conditions for maintaining my freedom as I was now living in the consequential aftermath of the incident between Terry, me, and Taylor. It was finally over, but here I was still crumbling under the weight of it all.

The terms and conditions were as follows:

- Terry agrees not to sue Taylor as long as she agrees not to sue me

- Terry agrees not to file and pursue criminal charges against Taylor as long as she agrees to drop the charges against me and forfeit her right to refile

- I would not be allowed to approach Taylor in any public setting, but we could be present in the same vicinity

- There would be no established restraining order from Taylor against me, just a peace order since we have no standing or pre-existing relationship

- Terry's family agreed to take care of any outstanding medical bills for Taylor, along with her receiving a small undisclosed amount

- The records would be expunged after 90 days

The terms were simple and clear. I just hated how much Terry had to give up for it. The outcome was unfavorable and one-sided. The single impartial party who deserved justice and compensation received none— Terry. Because of that, I felt like crawling into a hole and never resurfacing. Guilt was burning across all of my deepest thoughts, creating a pile of self-doubt and resentment in the crevices of every memory— happy, sad, or indifferent.

My faith in love had been tainted by my own doing. Not because I didn't think Terry loved me, but because I felt like he shouldn't. Every voice in my head told me that I was and should've been deemed unlovable years ago. Honestly, a person like me is not capable of accepting a love as pure as Terry's. For me, it was like carrying around a burden of responsibility that was too delicate and overwhelming. As hard as I fought to keep the world inside my head unburdened by the plague of self-doubt, I failed— forgetting just how easy it is for me to self-destruct without the slightest potential of reprieve.

*Feel free to let me know if there are any typos. Also, let me know if this part makes sense or if any clarification is needed.

**I told y'all Big Daddy was gonna handle it.🤭

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[henneseyhoe]

Lights, Camera, Action.

Terry Richmond x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: light smacking, fingering, brief PinV, unprotected (wrap it uhp!), daddy kink, sir kink, squirting, head (m receiving), Pornstar!Terry, dirty talk, slightly unedited, short. i think das it.

SUMMARY: The camera loooves you, and Terry gets all your good sides.

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If it wasn’t for the cameras, she probably would have fell in love with the man.

“Look real pretty for the cameras, baby. They ain’t watching for nothing” He whispered into her ear softly while pushing into her. The mic most likely didn’t catch it, but she caught all of it. Every dirty, nasty thing he spoke into her ear, guiding her with how to look, what to do, how to feel. He did it so well she almost forgot this was just work, he made her feel like a rookie in just this thirty minutes of filming.

She turned her head to the professional camera pointed at her face, her moans only heightening as he folded her legs closer to the beds sheets, her heels pointed to the ceiling and toes curling when he bottomed out. “Now smile. Show them how much you love getting fucked like a complete slut.”

Fuck…

Sweat dripped down the back of her neck as she stared into the camera lens, the reflection of her looking back and showing how much of a complete mess she was, most of her lipstick smudged across her lips. He wouldn’t even allow her to wipe her face. The messier, the better, he said.

“You gonna cum on daddies dick?”

“Y-yes!”

“Yes what?” His hips pressed against hers, skin flushed against each other as he well groomed pubic area met her clit.

“Yes, Sir!”

He had gotten so deep that she could feel every twitch from him inside of her stomach, the movement teetering her off the edge of her orgasm just a little more than before. He wasn’t far behind either. With every clench, he prepared himself mentally for having to do another take because he came too early, leaving the director to instruct him to get himself up again after the overstimulation period had subsided.

“Cut!”

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“Such a good girl. You can take it just a little deeper”

Terry held the back of her head with a steady hand, sure to push her head back down whenever he felt her attempting to come up for air. She heard the cue from behind the camera to give them a good shot, making her open her eyes and look for the recording lens.

A camera snapped pictures, close ups of her mouth wrapped around his thick dick, her pussy dripping with arousal, and her erect clit peaking from underneath her clitoral hood kept to be stored in a harddrive later and uploaded to a dirty site with premium content.

The flash showed all of the glistening sweat on her body and the outline of his dick deep down her throat. It was hard for her to even lift her head with more than enough inches down her throat and him standing above her wasn’t helping. The constant sensation to gag poked at her reflexes until she couldn’t refuse anymore.

Popping off of him with a gasp, spit fell from her chin and onto the hardwood floor that had her wishing she put a pillow down for her knees. He chuckles darkly, pleased with her attempt to keep all of him down.

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Using that mouth for something so much better than running it. Fuck, you look so pretty like this” He praised as his hand lightly taps on her wet cheek, smudging the blush she applied earlier.

He wanted so badly to just shove his fingers down her throat and make her gag again, but they had already gone off script enough for that day. He’d just have to get her number for a more private session.

“Good girls get prizes, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sir” She nods.

“You wanna cum don’t you?”

“Yes, please”

Without another question, he lifts her by the waist and effortlessly tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the heels she wore clicking together as she settled across his broad shoulder.

With him now sat on a couch, she bent over his knee like he told her to and lifts her own skirt while Terry gestures the camera towards him.

“Look at that…” He slides his fingers between her lips and spreads them for the camera to see, her clit jumping at the feeling.

“Wet ass pussy” A loud smack sounded off in the room, her back arching in before quickly regaining its original form before she earned herself a harder smack.

Her ass bounced back like waves against his hand, one of them squishing her cheeks as his other hand slide further between her legs, the pads of his fingers teasing at her clit before he sunk two fingers into her.

Off bat, he started with no easy pace, his fingers curling up to her gspot as a long string of moans left her pretty little mouth. The moans were broken up into sections, sounding as if someone was shaking her by the shoulders; it was really just the effect of his wrist colliding with her ass.

“Wanna cum- Can I please?” She whined helplessly, trying so hard not to let her thighs close of him or for her to roll right off of his lap. She couldn’t even begin care about the cameras anymore.

“Wet it up, baby” He demanded a response from her body as his fingers pressed up against her favorite spot, wiggling until she clenched so hard he no longer had room to move. Her legs shook violently and her thighs finally locked together, gushing of her wetness soaking his entire lap and the couch.

“Uh-huh, look at you still following orders” He smirked and pried her thighs apart again, laying smacks on her clip to beckon a stronger orgasm to her, which she got. As his hand made contact, water splashed up from her middle.

“Look at that mess you made, baby”

Her upper body slumped down onto the couches cushions. He was proud of his work, fixing her up to sit properly in his lap after pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to her lips.

“Now open, look into the camera, and clean me up”

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💌-IM BACK 😜 this was originally supposed to be for lewis but fuck it we ball am i right????

[mauvecherie-writes]

FREAKTOBER 04 | terry richmond.

RATING: 18+ NSFW mature. [not my best writing I will admit.]

🎀 FREAKTOBER MASTERLIST 🎀

A loud moan escaped before you could stop it. A deep chuckle came from behind you as he pressed his chest into your back which pushed him deeper into you. His large hand came to your neck and gripped it to turn your head.

“You’ve got to be quiet baby.” Terry spoke into your ear with a teasing tone in his voice. “You don’t want the party to hear you getting fucked, do you?”

“Then stop fucking me so good then.” You whispered back. You felt the smirk on his lips against your cheek before he placed a kiss on it.

“Sorry, I can’t do that.” Terry said. “I have to make sure that I have you coming back for more.” His free hand then came to the lower part of your back and pushed down to arch you forward.

As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you thought about how dirty this whole situation was. Getting fucked in your brother’s guest bathroom by his new friend.

You didn’t care about the optics of it all as his dick was pushing through your tight pussy and touching spots your past lovers could not reach. Damn it all, all you wanted and needed in that moment was for Terry to keep doing what he was doing.

He groaned against your shoulder, kissing and nipping sat your flushed skin before letting his hand drop from your neck to your chest to cup your exposed breast into his large palm.

From your bent position, you tried your best to push back against his thrusts, squeezing your walls around him each time he pulled his dick out. You smiled at the change of pattern in his breathing as your hips moved in perfect rhythm.

“This pussy is so good, shit.’ He managed to stutter out. You looked back and the intense gaze of his molten grey eyes that drew you in initially sent a shiver down the length of your spine.

“Fuck me harder.” You begged. You held on the forearm of the hand that was on your waist. At the back of your mind, you had began panicking about the time. You knew that you had been gone for close to ten minutes and very soon, your brother was going to be looking for you.

Pure adrenaline was rushing through your veins as Terry drove into your pussy harder and faster. His pounding was infectious and it was making you dizzy from the pleasure.

“Kiss me.” You whimpered and Terry did not need telling twice as he pulled you back, curving your back even further so that you could meet his lips. You moaned into his mouth as you deepened the kiss, your tongue teasing his.

“I”m about to cum.” You whispered as your muscles tightened as your orgasm was close.

“Cum for me, baby.” He whispered against your lips. “Let me feel you drench this dick.” His words didn’t stop as he also felt his climax approaching. As you cunt clenched around him, you crashed your lips into his to muffle your whines as your pussy pulsated around him as you came.

That brought his climax forward.

Terry pulled out of you just in time for him to spill on your ass cheeks.

You stayed still until he moved behind you to grab some tissues and began cleaning up the mess that the both of you had made. Once the top of your dress was back in place, you turned around and Terry placed his hands on either side of you.

“Are you going to give me back my underwear?” You asked as you soothed out the creases of his t-shirt.

“Nah, those are mine now. Need something to remember you by.”

“Stick around and you won’t need a token reminder.”

“Yeah.” He dragged out the word as if he was thinking. “I think I’ll be sticking around a little longer.” He murmured, licking his lips before he reached forward. But just as he was about to kiss you once more, knock came to the bathroom door.

Your breath ceased in your throat.

“Aye Terry! You okay in there?” The voice of your brother came through which forced your eyes shut as you tried to keep still.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I was just taking some time alone. I’ll be out in a minute.” Trey quickly responded.

“Cool. Have you seen my sister? She just disappeared.”

“Um, on my way in I saw her walking somewhere with her phone. It looked pretty urgent.”

“Probably that new guy that has her nose in her phone lately.” Your brother said. You had to bite your lip to stop the laughter that wanted to come out. “See you out there.”

“Aight man. See you out there.”

Once your brother moved away from the door, the laugh that had been trapped within your throat spilled out.

“So, I had you smiling down at your phone huh?” Terry asked with a smirk of confidence on his face which caused you to roll your eyes playfully and you pushed him away by his shoulder.

“You’re not that funny.” You mumbled trying not to boost his ego even further. Losing your control and pulling him into the bathroom at a barbecue was already enough for his pride.

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TOXIC BABY DADDY TERRY x BLACK FEM READER

Photo: @partiallyfuctional7

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!*

WARNINGS / TRIGGERS: Reader has feelings of insecurities; Terry is a big, sexy, toxic, idiot here. 

PAIRING: Terry x Ava (reader)

SUMMARY: Tension develops between you and your baby’s father when he discovers you might be moving on. Terry’s unhinged ass is going to do whatever he can to get her back.

TROPES:  Second chance romance; MDOM or dominant themes

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’m so excited to share this one with you guys! I’ve wanted to write toxic Terry for forever, but I was just nervous. I really liked writing this one. Maybe it’s the toxicity in me lol. Please tell me what you guys think, but be nice please. Babygirl is sensitive

“TJ get your cleats! Your father’s almost here!,” I shouted up the stairs. I hear the tell-tale thumps of his little feet as he rushes to put everything in his duffle bag. Wandering into the living room, I tighten up the area a bit. Straightening out couch cushions, the coffee table, you get the gist. Looking at the clock, I notice it’s almost two o’clock.

“TJ! Two minute warning!” I exclaim. Within seconds I hear the thunderous steps only a child can make. Then my little boy rounds the corner, a giant beam on his face. 

“Did it Mommy!”, he said proudly handing his soccer bag to me so I could double check everything. Rifling through the items I notice his epipen isn’t in there. Before I can ask my little man where it is, I hear the familiar chime from the ‘ring’ app on my phone. Grabbing it from the charger, I see my son’s father through the pixelated lens. I take a calming breath before walking to the door. 

“Hey baby girl, TJ ready?” Terry asked, smiling down at me. It’s truly unfair how fine this man is. Standing at his full height on our porch in a navy blue tee and olive cargo pants with asics. He could make a trash bag look good. I ignore the flutter in my belly at his smile and step aside to let him in. 

“He’s just about ready, but I can’t find his epipen. Can you come in while I run upstairs really quick?” I ask moving back so Terry can cross the threshold. He steps in like he owns the place (well technically he does).

“We gotta get going soon, I’m taking TJ to ‘Winter Wonderland’ after practice,”  Terry said, sweeping his eyes over the living room. 

I nodded, “Well I’ll find it and meet you guys there or at practice. Thanks for taking him,” I say, trying to be civil. 

“Just to let you know, Brandy’s going to be there,” Terry said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I feel my back molars grind, “That’s fine.” I can’t fucking stand Brandy. She’s Terry’s new situationship and we didn’t get off on the best foot. That sour taste has never really left my mouth when it comes to her. Why Terry’s bringing her around our son, I’ll never understand.

“I trust you’ll keep it civil,” Terry says, looking down his nose at me. I roll my eyes and head toward the stairs completely ignoring him. Who the fuck does he think he is telling me to behave? She better fucking behave, I’m liable to beat a bitch. When I reach the bottom of the stairs Terry grabs my hand, spinning me to face him.

“Ava, I’m serious, keep it cool,” Terry’s voice had a slight edge to it which I didn’t appreciate.

“Listen, as long as she plays nice I’ll play nice. Matter of fact I’ll pretend she’s not even there. That work for you Terry?” I asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. I never wanted us to end up in this tumultuous cycle, but it wasn’t my decision. Terry broke up with me, said he didn’t want to be tied down. Vowing to be a good father he gets Terrence Junior (TJ) every other week. He’s the best dad and I won’t take that away from him, I just thought we’d be a family. I was holding out hope for a year hoping he'd change his mind and we’d get back together. 

Ultimately, I shattered my own heart, scrolling on facebook. I saw that he’d been tagged  in a photo hugged up on another woman. I stopped hoping after that. I stopped trying to get a man to see that I was enough, stopped trying to get him to stay when he so clearly was happy elsewhere. 

“Terry, the last thing I want to do is fight with you right now, yes I’ll be nice. Please just take TJ and leave, he'll be late for practice,” I say on the verge of tears. 

Terry’s eyes soften as he takes a step toward me, “Bunny…”, he starts. I hold my hand up stopping him and shake my head. I can hear our son make his way towards us obviously hearing his father’s voice as he barrels toward him. 

“Daddy! Daddy!,” TJ yells, launching himself into his arms.

“There my little striker! C’mere man,” Terry’s face blooms into a megawatt smile as he reaches for our son. He picks him up and blows a raspberry on TJ’s cheeks, causing him to burst into giggles. A small smile forms on my lips as a warm feeling spreads in my chest. Moments like these made me wish that we could be a little family again. But I can’t think like that anymore, Terry made his choice. He wants to be in the streets, that’s where he can stay. 

“You ready to go little man? I’ve got a surprise for you after practice,” Terry said, putting TJ down. Spotting the epipen on the kitchen island, I grab it, and pass it to Terry

“Well I’m going upstairs to shower and change, and I’ll meet you guys there,” I say, turning toward the stairs.

“TJ, go hug your mama before we leave,” Terry says looking at me.  TJ comes barreling towards me, goofy smile and arms outstretched. A warm smile blooms on my face as I hug my gentle little man.

“Hey, mama loves you, be good and listen to your dad ok?” I ask straightening his backpack. 

“I always listen mama,” TJ giggles, with a playful roll of his eyes. Terry grabs his son’s hand and with a half- assed ‘see ya later’ from Terry, they’re both out the door. I grab my airpods and head upstairs. Needing the comfort of a dominant mafia boss, my current audible obsession to ease some of the tension I feel creeping up my neck. Pressing play on my audiobook I begin getting ready. After the grueling arm workout of trying to tame my curls, I place it in a slick back bun with a few face framing curls to enhance my beauty (ref). Then I put on some light makeup and a simple outfit for this bipolar Georgia winter weather (ref). Grabbing my purse and keys, I head outside to my bronco, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours. 

When I pull up to the soccer field, I see that practice is in full swing. I immediately spot Terry standing off to the side with all the other parents. Why does he have to look so fucking good just standing on the sidelines. Brandy’s standing next to him ear pressed against her phone, what a shocker. Getting out, I pop my trunk to grab my lawn chair.

“Ava! Let me!,” I turn to see Lance, another one of the dad’s lightly jogging toward me. A small smile forms on my lips. Lance is fine don’t get me wrong, he just gets around the bookclub if you know what I’m saying. Hmm, maybe my bookshelf could use a good dusting off. I think it’s about time I had a little fun. I haven’t been with anyone since Terry, that needs to change. 

“Aww, that’s nice of you. Thank you Lance,” I say in a sickeningly sweet voice. Lance grabs my lawn chair out of the trunk and we head toward the soccer field. 

“I assumed you weren’t coming, since Terry brought TJ,” Lance said.

“Oh, so you checking for me now?”, I say, smirking at him. 

A small blush forms on the apples of his cheeks, “I look forward to seeing you at practices, sue me.”

A small giggle burst from my lips, “I’m just picking Lance.” He grins at me as we finally make it to the sidelines where the other parents are. My eyes find Terry to see him mugging Lance down. Lance isn’t paying him any attention as he sets up my lawn chair for me. 

“A throne fit for a queen,” Lance says, gesturing toward the chair. 

“Thank you Lance,” I say with a small smile before taking a seat. Okay so far so good, I just hope I can get through the rest of this evening unscathed.

TERRY

Since when did Ava and Lance become cool? That motherfucker has been sniffing behind her for over a year now. I subtly inch closer to the two, trying to listen in on their conversation without being detected. I hear him ask her what she had planned later. A pit forms in the bottom of my stomach dropping anchor and forming an uncomfortable weight there. I recognize the feeling in an instant, jealousy. Fuck. 

“Oh, Terry and his girlfriend are taking TJ to ‘Winter Wonderland’ downtown. I’m probably just going to tagalong with them so I can get pictures of TJ,” Ava says. Girlfriend? She thought Brandy was my girlfriend? Fuck no, I’m just having fun with her. I just didn’t want TJ to see the two of them arguing since they obviously didn’t like each other.

“Do you mind if Max (Lance’s son) and I join you? And maybe after I treat you and TJ to dinner?,”Lance said, smirking at Ava. My fucking Ava, and she’s smiling back?! Fuck nah, I ain’t about to have that. I take a step to interrupt their conversation when a hand on my shoulder grabs my attention. 

“Sorry boo, but I have to go. Family emergency,” Brandy said, before laying a kiss on my cheek and then she left so fast I would’ve thought her ass evaporated. I locked back in on Ava and Lance seeming to be in just a friendly conversation but I couldn’t shake the fact that Ava was entertaining him. As long as I’ve known her she’s only ever wanted me. So, to see her chatting it up with another man is really rubbing me the wrong way. 

She jumps up out of her chair, jumping up and down cheering for TJ. I damn near go cross-eyed trying to keep an eye on TJ and the jiggle of her ass when she jumps. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ava, she gave me my son, and she’s a fantastic mother, friend, and support system. I don’t know why seeing her potentially move on is fucking with me so bad. I pull out my phone and text my younger sister Trinity, I need advice ASAP.

ME: Trin I need your help. Fast

TRIN: Damn, no hi lol. What’s up Terry?

ME: It’s Ava, she’s going on a date tonight I think.

TRIN: Ok…what’s the problem?

ME: I don’t want her to.

TRIN: Aren’t you actively fucking that brittney chick??????

ME: ..yeah

TRIN: Ok so let me get this straight. Ava has to sit back while you fuck through all of Savannah, but the minute she gets a little bit of attention, you can’t deal?

ME: Well, when you put it like that..

TRIN:  I love you bro, but you’re a fucking idiot.

AVA

“We’d love to have dinner with you and Max tonight” you say, smiling at Lance. He smirks down at me, “I can’t believe that worked.”

Your brows furrowed, “What do you mean?” you asked.

“I’ve been trying to get you to look my way for months, what changed?” Lance asked, leaning in. ‘I’m trying to get over my baby’s father’ , you thought. But you can’t just say that out loud so instead you just smile and say, “I thought it was time I put you out of your misery.”

Lance laughs and says, “Well thank you for that pretty lady.”

A throat clears behind you and you glance over your shoulder to see Terry standing there.

“Can I talk to you real quick?”, he looks with anxious eyes darting back and forth between you and Lance. 

You glance back toward Lance, “I’ll be right back” you say, getting up from my chair. You follow Terry a few feet away to the edge of the field, but still able to keep an eye on TJ.

“What’s up?” you say, raising a brow.

“We need to talk, Bunny,” Terry said, wringing his hands. What’s going on? This nigga is never nervous. You raise both eyebrows this time, indicating that he can continue.

“What’s going on with you and Lance?” he asked, crossing his arms. Your eyes widen in disbelief, there’s no way his ass is questioning you about who you’re seeing.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you reply, crossing my arms. 

Terry scoffs and rolls his eyes, “It’s my business if his ass is going to be around my son.”

You could feel the attitude crawling up your spine gripping your throat in a vice grip. “So you can prance all the bitches you want around our son? But when his friend’s dad; someone he’s familiar with, is around more often all of sudden it’s an issue?” you roll your eyes, Terry is really starting to piss you off. Just when you decide it’s time to try and move on he comes back with this.

“Terry what is this really about? You know Lance, you should be happy for me” you say pleading with him. His eyes soften, and he shuts them giving his head a rough shake.

“Happy? You can do way better than Lance!” he whispers.

A sarcastic laugh leaves your lips, “Mind your business Terry. I stay out of your love life, you stay out of mine.” you turn to leave but Terry reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“C’mon Bunny, you know I didn’t mean it like that. All I’m trying to say is he better kiss the ground you walk on, anything less is an insult.” 

You roll my eyes yet again, a small smile on my lips, “You’ll get him right if he doesn’t?” you ask with a subtle pop of my hip.

A smirk grows on his lips, “Bunny, you know how I’m coming behind you,” Terry said, crossing his arms. 

You shake your head to slow the smile from forming, “It’s nothing serious between Lance and I. I just need a little fun right now.”

“You know, we used to have fun,” Terry said, taking a step toward you. You could see it in his eyes. The way he was looking at you, he’s going to bend you over the first surface he can get his hands on. 

You reach your hand out, slowing his advancement toward you. “No, Terry. Don’t do this here.”

His smirk widens, taking in your panicked yet aroused features. You still wanted him , that he could see. “Don’t you miss me Bunny? We were good together. I could always tell what you needed before you knew yourself and vice versa.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Where is all this coming from? Less than two hours ago, you were telling me I needed to be nice to Brandy and now you wanna reminisce? We’ll talk about this later, I’m not doing this right now.” 

You couldn’t believe Terry!  ‘We used to have fun’, he thinks he can just walk in here all gorgeous and muscled and you’ll just roll over? Well you will but you want to make him work for it at least. You spin, prepared to return to your seat when Terry grabs your wrist. 

“Don’t go out with him tonight, Bunny. Let me treat you and our son to dinner instead, and I can explain everything.”

“What if I don’t want to hear your explanations Terry? I’ve waited and waited for you to finally come to the realization that we should be together. Now that I have the potential to find something with someone new, you can’t handle it. How do you think I felt watching you parade girl after girl in front of my face? If you’re serious about me, you and TJ becoming a family again, you’re going to have to prove it to us. The back and forth shit isn’t going to work, and TJ deserves stability,” crossing my arms, I finish my rant and turn to head back to my chair. 

TERRY

Fuck, I need to get my family back 

Okay, so I wanted to make this a little short and to the point So I can set you guys up for the next part. Let me know if Terry is toxic enough for y’all or should I crank it up a little. I wasn’t expecting to turn this into a series but I think I just might *winks* As always let me know what you guys think, if we’re feeling this or not. Happy new year beautiful people! Sending you all love I hope this year is better than your last and you get everything you want!

Happy New Year! Until next time

TEE <3

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[sageispunk]

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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[earthchica]

Remind You

terry richmond x black, fem!/plus size reader

summary: you've been neglecting your relationship with your husband, Terry, for a few weeks. He is tired of being patient, and he shows you what you've been missing.

warnings: explicit smut (18+), light use of daddy, foul language, dirty talking, dom/sub, oral (f & m), hair pulling, rough, edging, praise kink, ass smacking, unprotected sex, nicknames [ baby, sweetheart, beautiful, mama & more ] words: 3k

note: late-night writes, some short, sweet, and hot to start the new year. I hope you enjoyed it; there may be some errors.

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You settled into your office, the hum of your computer blending with the quiet of the home. It was supposed to be your day off, a chance to leave work and spend time with your husband.

But instead, you found yourself glued to your screen, mulling over deadlines and project updates. As you typed away, a crinkling sound brought you back to reality.

You looked over the computer and noticed Terry standing in the doorway with a grin. He was shirtless, his toned abs glinting, and wearing sweatpants that showcased his dick print, making you wild.

“Lunch time!” Terry declared, stepping in with a tray of two homemade sandwiches and fries. Your heart skipped a beat, the sweet gesture almost pulling you out of your work-induced haze.

“Terry, I’m really busy right now,” you said, trying to keep your voice firm but failing to suppress a smile. You could feel your resolve wavering as those light eyes sparkled with despoilment.

“Oh, come on, baby. Just a quick break? I made your favorite sandwich just the way you like it” Terry said, crossing the room casually.

Terry placed the tray on your small table by the window and shifted his weight, tilting his head slightly. “I promise; I only need an hour of your time.”

His tone was light, but an undercurrent of seriousness caught your attention. You knew he was trying to break the work mode you had inadvertently created regarding distractions.

"An hour, Terry? I appreciate the food, I really do, honey but I need to focus on this now. I’ll eat later,” you replied, glancing back at your work.

Terry clenched his jaw, slowly losing his patience. “Well, sweetheart, I don't fucking care,” he shot back, his tone firm and unwavering. “I’m not going to ask you again."

His voice filled with frustration and longing. Both of you locked eyes momentarily, stubborn and determined in your own ways. But then, with a sigh, you got up from your desk and joined him at the table.

As both of you ate your sandwiches, chatting a little bit, Terry couldn't help but smile at his wife's finally getting a little bit of her attention.

You couldn't help but feel grateful for Terry's persistent love, patience, and care. After finishing your sandwich, "Thanks for lunch, baby," you said, stood up.

You were ready to head back to your desk and tackle your tasks. "Yo, We're not done," Terry said, unexpectedly stepping before you, his eyes darkened.

Before you could react, he pushed you gently against the wall, the suddenness of the move catching you off guard. You could feel the cool surface against your back.

You looked up at him as he towered over you, a mix of surprise and curiosity swirling in your mind. His lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses up and down, creating a shiver that danced down your spine.

Each kiss sent waves of warmth through you, almost making you forget the tasks that awaited. "Terry, I really need to focus and get back to work now," you began, your voice steady but edged with urgency.

“I know...I just...Look, I miss you. I know you got to get that work done, but I need your attention, baby. Just for a little bit, it’s been weeks, and I need my wife.”

The way he shifted closer, brushing his lips against your dark-brown smooth skin, sent a delightful shiver coursing through you. Terry drew you in for a passionate kiss, missing how his lips felt on yours.

A part of you felt guilty for how much you had been neglecting him, lost in your work but another part of you really wanted to get your job done, or you felt unease.

"Terry, please, I need to-" You started, but he cut you off, frustration bubbling. "Is work all you ever think about? It feels like you completely forget that I’m even here," Terry shot back.

His tone was a mix of hurt and exasperation. The atmosphere between you was thick with unspoken words as you both stood there, the weight of the moment hanging in the air.

"I'm sorry, Terry," you whispered, looking up at him. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your hands trembling as you placed them on his chest.

"Oh, you are going to be more than sorry when I get through with you," Terry replied, his voice low and husky. He pulled away from you slightly.

His eyes raked over your plump body with hunger and lust, and he took your shorts off with your panties. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second.

You bit your lip and went to loosen his sweatpants, letting them slowly drop to his feet. The sight of his rock-hard, throbbing dick made your horny spike even higher.

Terry crossed his arms in a pose that tried to convey indifference, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his excitement. "What do you think you're doing, baby?" he asked, and you couldn't help but smile.

He had been waiting weeks for the surge of attention he was finally receiving. It felt exhilarating, and so, with a teasing smile, you get down on your knees.

With a fierce determination in your eyes, you declare, "You said you needed me, Daddy, and I won't let you down. This is how I'll make it up to you."You took hold of his length in your hand and began stroking him slowly, causing him to moan.

As you continued to stroke him, your other hand started to trail up his chest and stomach, feeling the defined muscles underneath his light caramel skin.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it only added to your growing arousal. Terry's grip on your arms tightened, his breathing becoming heavier.

"Fuck, you know what you're doing to me, right?" Terry growled, his voice low and husky. You grinned up at him, enjoying your power over him now.

"I'm giving you what you ask for, Daddy," you replied coyly before taking him into your mouth. Terry's head fell back as he let out a deep moan, his eyes closing in pleasure.

You continued to suck and lick him, using every trick you knew to drive him wild with desire. His hands gripped your hair as he thrust gently into your mouth, pushing himself deeper into your throat.

The air was filled with the sounds of moans and gasps as he neared closer to his release. And just when he was about to climax, you pulled away with a mischievous smile.

"Shit, you dirty for that. Do you think you get away with that? Nah, lil mama. That's not how this works," Terry panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

With a swift motion, Terry reached out, grasping your arms and pulling you up from the floor. He shoved everything off your desk to another side of the desk with a fierce swipe.

Terry roughly bends you over its edge, exposing your vulnerable back. You turn your head to glance back at him, catching a glimpse of the playful smirk spreading across his face.

His eyes still twinkle with lust as he lifts his hand, then brings it down sharply to deliver a stinging smack on your ass, causing you to moan slightly in pleasure.

"Tell me, why you've been a bad girl. What have you done wrong, baby?" Terry asked, taking the rest of your clothes before delivering another smack to your ass, causing you to moan.

"I’ve-I've been neglecting you, Terry. I've been so wrapped up in work that I've completely lost sight of what’s important—us. I didn't mean to make you feel unappreciated." You took a breath.

"I'm truly sorry, baby. Please forgive me," you said softly, your voice trembling.

"Mmmm, I'll see when I'm done with you," Terry says, began playing with your pussy lips, running his fingers through the pool of your wetness before placing both of his big hands on your ass and spreading them.

Terry thrust his face eagerly between the gap of your ass and greedily shoved his tongue inside your dripping pussy. As he delved deeper, flicking his head.

"Ahhh, Terry," you let out a primal moan, your body shuddering with pleasure. "Damn, baby. Your pussy is practically begging for me," he growled as he pulled away momentarily.

"I could drool in this tight little cunt all day; it's purring for me, just waiting to be devoured." His words sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't wait for him to feast on you.

Terry's tongue works its magic, lapping and swirling against your most sensitive spots, eliciting moans of pleasure from you as you grip his head and push him deeper.

Your eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy as you feel the intensity of his ministrations, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body.

"Oh god, Terry…you always know how to please me so good," you gasp, your body aching for release. "Your tongue feels so good; it's driving me insane."

You can't help but praise him, showering him with grateful words for everything he does for you but Terry is focused solely on giving you pleasure, ignoring your words as he hungrily devours you.

His lips travel down to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and causing you to cry out in pleasure. "Fuck, Terry! You're an amazing husband," you pant, feeling yourself losing control under his skilled touch.

"I love you so much, I'm sorry…please forgive me…" But your apologies are cut off by another wave of pleasure as Terry continues to suck and lick at your core.

You beg for more, pleading with him to give you what you need. "You know you can't stay mad at me," you whimper, knowing your words are getting to him.

"Just fuck me; show me what I've been missing these past weeks with that big dick of yours." You cried, glancing back at him for a second.

Terry stood up, stroking his dick before sliding himself inside of you and gripping your ass cheeks as he thrusts into you deeply, causing both of you to moan.

The feeling of being filled and stretched by him is almost too much to handle, but you revel in the intensity of it all.

"Yes…that's it," you moan, completely lost in the moment as Terry takes you to new heights of pleasure. This is what you've been craving.

You pressed your ass firmly against him, teasingly grinding and jiggling to gauge his reaction. A giggle escaped your lips as he responded by gripping your hair tightly to stop your movement.

The heat radiating from his body was intense, and you could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against your back. Your skin tingled in anticipation as you waited for his next move.

"Shit, I see what you’re doing, and it’s fucking working. I couldn't deny my baby," Terry whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

With a sudden surge of strength, he began thrusting faster, his body moving in sync with yours. "You've got me wrapped around your finger, baby," he growled, his voice laced with desire.

"But let's this be warned, never do this shit to me again, you hear me," His dominant nature took control as he claimed every inch of you with each powerful movement.

"Yes, ahh, I hear you. Never again, please fuck me, Terry; I need you," You moaned, begging, tilting your head to look at him with hope, desire, and sincerity.

"Fuck, I love you, girl," Terry said, kissing you while pulling out and slamming into your pussy hard, which made both of you moan at the same time.

"Do you like that? You like it when bending you over and fucking workaholic out of you?"

"Yes, fuck, ahh, yes, fuck it just like that," You cried, moans and gasps filled the air as your bodies moved in perfect sync, a symphony of skin on skin and ecstasy.

Your eyes locked with his, both of you wearing matching expressions of pleasure and need. Youtangled together, gripping tightly as if holding on for dear life.

"Oh, fuck…yes," you moaned, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you with each thrust. Skin slapping against skin echoed through the office, punctuated by your ragged breaths and moans.

Terry's grip on your wide hip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove deeper inside you. Every movement sent sparks flying through your body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you.

Your bodies were drenched in sweat, heat radiating from both of you as you surrendered to the rhythm he set. "Tell me how much you love and appreciate me," he growled, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, Terry, I love you so much; you are the best thing that's ever happened. ," you pleaded, your voice thick with desire.

A sly smile crossed Terry's lips as he teased at your sensitive skin, his lips dancing along your shoulder. "Remember this feeling every time you think about work," he whispered before thrusting into you with such force that the desk beneath you creaked and groaned under the strain.

You couldn't help but cry out in pure bliss as another wave of pleasure washed over you, fully surrendering to him at that moment. Your breath hitched as the desk shook beneath you, the sound of wood creaking mingling with your cries of pleasure.

Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, and the way he filled you up felt like a promise—one that banished all thoughts of work was everything.

“Can you feel all of me, baby? This is what you’ve been missing,” Terry growled, his voice deep and resonant, making your heart race even faster.

"Yes.....I feel it.....Terry" You nodded fervently, lost in the rhythm, feeling every inch of him as he expertly worked his way in and out of you.

You could hardly form words but somehow you got them out, “I can’t believe I ever forgot…I’m so sorry for neglecting you… neglecting us…”

His hand slipped down your pussy, fingers finding your sensitive spot as he pressed against it with precision. “You...*thrusts* better...*thrusts*....not forget again,”

Terry punctuates each word with a powerful thrust. Your body quaked under the intensity of his thrusts, the table protesting against the fervor of your union.

“yes, yes, yes Terry! Just like that, please!" You cried. "I need to be reminded—show me, take it, take it, Daddy,” you urged added, lost in the haze of pleasure.

His hands gripped your ass tightly, holding you in place as he drove deeper into you, each thrust reverberating through the room like a wild symphony.

“Ahhh, fuck, I love this pretty pussy; I've been craving it, baby,” Terry moaned; the heat between you both grew unbearable, your cries blending with the sound of skin meeting skin.

You could feel the familiar tightening within you, a coil winding tighter with every thrust. “Ahh, I know. Oh ahh fuck me, Terry! I’m so close!” you whimpered, desperate for release.

“Not yet,” Terry commanded, slowing his pace to tease you. “I want to hear you begging for it.” He added, pulling out for a second and turning me around to face him.

Terry kissed you passionately, causing you to moan as his tongue danced with yours. Terry pulled away from the kiss. "Ride me like a good girl until I say you could cum"

He sits down in the chair, looking at you making your heart race. You grab his shoulders while straddling him, guiding his hard dick into your soaking wet pussy.

You looked at him with lust-filled eyes, holding on to his shoulders, and you began to ride him, bouncing up and down on his dick, savoring the feeling of being connected with him again.

"That's it, mama," Terry moaned, his hands on your hips guiding your movements and giving your ass smack as you rode him harder and faster.

"You feel so fucking good, fuck baby fuck." Terry's eyes never left yours as he watched your face contort with pleasure. You could see his longing and the need to release this built tension.

It spurred you on, and you began to move even faster, grinding your hips against his as you chased after both of your releases. "Yes! Just like that, baby," Terry moaned, his grip tightening around your waist.

"You're doing so well. It's beautiful that you're making it last for both of us." The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel the electricity sparking between you.

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself getting closer. The friction between your bodies became a fiery dance, each movement igniting the passion that lay dormant in you for too long.

"Oh, fuck I can't hold any longer. I want to be filled with your cum, Terry! I want you to cum with me, please!" You cried out, urgency lacing your voice.

“Beg to cum. Let me hear you,” Terry said, lifting you up from the chair, laying you down on the desk, and grabbing your arms; and you cried began to beg.

"I'm begging you, Terry! Please let me cum! I need to fucking feel your cum inside me," you cried with tears, your body thrumming. The mix of pleasure and urgency was overwhelming.

"Shit, ahh fuck," Terry grunts, feeling you squeezing him tighter as waves of ecstasy ripple through you. "Please, please, please," you begged frantically, feeling yourself on the brink of cumming.

Terry groaned in response, his body tensing as he, too, neared the edge of climax. The tension and desperation between you both escalated, fueling a primal need for release that threatened to consume you both in an explosive moment of ecstasy.

His pace became frantic, each thrust a testament to both his need and yours. You could feel the tension building inside you, the sweet release beckoning just beyond the edge.

“I’m so close, too,” he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure as he leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. “Please, fill me with cum!” you cried, your body arching up.

“Cum for me, baby,” Terry breathed against your mouth, his forehead pressed against yours as he locked eyes with you, the connection deeper than mere bodies entwined.

You and Terry collided, orgasming, moaning each other's names as he drove himself deep inside you. You were a little overwhelmed as his warm seed filled you up, causing your body to convulse with ecstasy.

Terry pulled out, and you gasped for air, only to feel him push his cum back inside of you, pushing you over the edge once more. The intensity of it all left you breathless and trembling.

The sensation of him pushing his cum back inside you sent another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, igniting that fire once more.

Your body trembled beneath him, still sensitive from the explosive release you had just shared. The moment felt electric, raw, and primal.

You locked eyes with Terry, who was equally breathless, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “See what you’ve been missing?” he murmured, his voice teasingly low.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, and it only fueled the desire still simmering in your core. “I won’t forget again,” you promised your voice barely a whisper.

You ran your fingers along his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. “I swear I won’t let anything, especially my work, come between us again. You forgive me?” You asked, taking a breath.

"I forgive you, baby," Terry said, leaning down, capturing your lips in a soft yet fervent kiss that conveyed everything that you both were feeling after that unforgettable moment.