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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.

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.

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yaachtynoboat711 · 7 days ago

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Oh bitch I’m hollering cause … where’s the lie???!!! Lmao 🤣

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yaachtynoboat711 · 8 days ago

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yaachtynoboat711 · 9 days ago

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My FEEEEEEEEEELLLSSSSSSSSS

Me and Your Mama

Summary: Terry and Patrice learn more about their love through life changing news on New Year’s Eve.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 4,436

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy

Recommended Reading: Spoiled, Caught

Author's Note: We're at the end of Ficmas! Thanks for all the requests sprinkled in the middle. This has been a fun little ride and hope you feel fulfilled at the end of this one. Stay safe this New Year's Eve. See you in 2025.

Several mornings passed between Christmas, New Year's Eve, and their five-hour drive up north with no attempt to confirm Patrice's suspicion. She'd purposely avoided all conversation about it, preferring to push the thought to the back of her mind until she and Terry could no longer tiptoe around the growing elephant in the room.

Moments after luggage was rolled into their downtown D.C. hotel room, the pair braced themselves for punishing winds and bitter cold in search of the nearest convenience store to pick up comfort snacks and three different pregnancy tests. Terry did the honors of selecting what he thought were the best options based on his research, while Patrice forced herself to take an interest in potato chips and snack cakes a few aisles over.

She couldn't bring herself to engage. Talking about it, whatever it was, would make the dreams more real. And if what she dreamed wasn't true, she didn't know how she could pretend that all was well while her heart chipped and shattered inside her chest. So, she stayed away and let Terry put on his brave face for the both of them.

In the bright convenience store nearly empty as people prepared for a night out to celebrate the incoming new year, they felt like children caught doing something wrong instead of an adult couple on the precipice of discovering what the rest of their lives could look like.

Terry mumbled through passive small talk with the smiling cashier, staying just vague enough in his answers to avoid the glaring topic of the day before ushering Patrice out of the automated sliding doors and back toward their home for the next few nights.

Once they returned, neither of them spoke. Patrice slowly unpacked plastic bags filled with items, leaving the slender white boxes for last.

She drug a fingernail across the box on top, then looked at Terry, who couldn't take his eyes off her. "I think I'm gonna pee by myself if that's okay."

"That's cool," he answered, offering support with a weak smile. "I'll be out here if you need me."

Most of Patrice's time in the bathroom was spent staring at her reflection in the mirror. She slowly lifted the hem of her thick, cashmere sweater to examine her stomach, twisting side to side for the best angle. Nothing of note. The small bump that did exist was no different than any other day. At least, that's what she told herself as she ran her fingers along the slight curve.

Unfolded instructions littered the bathroom counter, each saying a variation of the same thing: Pee, wait, have a minor panic attack, then check the results. Or something like that. Patrice's eyes were starting to cross from information overload.

On the other side of the door, Terry stared out of the large bedroom window at nothing in particular as thoughts quickly ran in and out of his brain. He'd never considered being anybody's dad unless Patrice was on the other side of the fantasy. Maybe once or twice when other partners brought it up, but nothing concrete. Nothing this real, nothing that felt this right.

Sure, it was quick. And sure, it was probably not a great idea to introduce a child into a relationship that was only recently recognized by the state as a legal union. Any boy, girl, or otherwise would be dropped into a marriage not much older than them and cared for by two humans still trying to understand life. But they'd be loved. They'd be showered in affection from sun up to sun down. He had no doubt about it. What greater joy than to hold a child that was half him and half the woman he loved with every fiber of his being?

But he was only one part of the equation. Ultimately, Patrice was the deciding factor. Patrice and a collection of three pregnancy tests two minutes away from unveiling their fate.

The toilet flushing made Terry blink back into reality from daydreams of diaper changes and kindergarten graduations. He caught a glimpse of himself in the window's faultless glass before turning in enough time to see Patrice poke her head out of the bathroom for his attention.

She fiddled with her fingers and rocked on her heels. "You can come in if you want."

He nodded, careful not to appear too eager or unconcerned, and moved to join her for the wait.

The soft click of the door closing sealed them into the room together. Terry silently shuffled into the room past Patrice to sit on the closed toilet lid and nervously ran his palm down the back of his head. He took a deep breath before looking over at Patrice, who'd gone back to obsessing over how her stomach looked beneath her clothes.

"Hey," he spoke in a sweet, low tenor to avoid startling her. She looked over, eyes shining from suppressed tears, and found him looking at her with round doe eyes. He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. "Come here, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. To Patrice's soul, the word felt like warm chicken soup on a winter evening. She could never question how Terry felt about her. He'd been there to offer comfort through a tumultuous, frightening week. Feeling his large hands grip her waist to pull her between his legs grounded her in the right there and then. Regardless of the results, he'd still be around to kiss away the bad times and laugh with her through the good.

Patrice lightly placed her cold hands on his face while he looked up at her, waiting for anything she decided to say.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "What if it's negative?"

"Well. We'll go out and drink champagne all night like we planned. I hate the taste on its own but know I'll love it on your lips when we kiss at midnight. Then we move on. Maybe have a conversation that we should've had a long time ago on the drive home."

"And if it's positive?"

Terry took a deep breath, allowing the words to come out in a mind-clearing huff. "We skip the champagne and keep the kiss. But we have to celebrate either way, baby. Time's gonna pass no matter what."

For all his mixed bag of positive and negative traits, Terry's sneaky optimism was Patrice's favorite. A short, airy laugh came through Patrice's nostrils as she tossed her head back and groaned.

"You're always so sure of things and I'm sitting here about to throw up my lunch."

Terry rubbed his hands up and down the back of her legs with a smile. "I'm not sure of shit, really," he laughed. "I just know that we'll be alright in the end. This Gunny I was close with told me everything goes back to baseline. Don't sweat the bullshit in between. So, that's what I'm doing. Waiting it out."

"That doesn't scare you? The waiting?"

"Sometimes." A quick glance down convinced him to slowly lift Patrice's sweater with one hand and hold it in place while he pressed feather-soft kisses across her abdomen. Kisses for her? Kisses for who he hoped lived inside? He didn't know. But he spoke against the area to communicate with whoever would listen. "But waiting always brought me something better than what I had. How could I not trust the process when I have the result standing right in front of me?"

A rush of emotions broke the levees holding Patrice's tears back, sending a wet stream sliding down her hot cheeks. Terry wiped her face with the back of his hand in silence, the gentleness in his care working double time to soothe whatever thoughts and feelings were coming forward for her.

When the short bout of crying had ceased, and she was left with nothing but her husband, a timer ticking down to mere seconds and a looming result hanging over their heads, Patrice ran her thumb along Terry's cheek and smiled down at him.

"I love you more than I ever thought I could, but we gotta slow down, Terrence. I'm worn out."

Terry answered her joke with a low chuckle that bounced his shoulders and spread his smile wide. "I'm with you, baby. That should be our New Year's resolution."

"Either that or finally getting around to that budget we've been talking about. Might have to add a baby fund line item."

"We got it. Don't worry." Terry assured before kissing the inside of her wrist. "Whatever happens, we're okay. Gimme a kiss."

Sweet affection in the face of potentially life-altering change offered some sense of normalcy as they allowed the world to turn into abstract concepts with shared, tender smooches.

They'd almost forgotten what brought them into the bathroom until the harsh trill of Patrice's phone timer ripped through space and time, again placing them smack dab in the middle of the present.

When Terry reached to grab one of the tests after silencing the noise, Patrice jolted forward to grab his wrist. "Okay, wait!" she panted. "I-I'll grab one, and you'll grab one. Then we'll do the third one together. Does that make sense?"

"Alright. Which one do you want?"

"I don't fuckin' know! Choose for me! I can't do this, TJ!"

Terry wore a crooked smile as he calmly plucked two tests from their containers and placed the digital option into Patrice's palm face down. He took the analog test and covered the result with his thumb before swallowing the lump in his throat.

A deep breath rushed through parted lips. "Turn it over on three. One, two…"

Three never came for Patrice. Even after Terry had uttered the number and turned his test over slowly, Patrice kept her eyes closed, waiting for him to spill the beans. She couldn't bring herself to verify on her own accord. He'd have to be her eyes and ears.

Silence hung in the air for a few seconds, making the wait agonizing until Terry broke the seal.

"Treecey," he called out. "Please look with me. I need you to see."

A deep breath helped her blink her way back into clear eyesight. She didn't look at Terry or try to peek at the pink test in his hand. Instead, she flipped her test over with trembling fingers and stared at the small digital screen displaying a single word.

"Oh –" was all she managed to choke out before looking up at Terry's beaming smile and tear-soaked face. "Does yours say –?"

"Two lines, baby. Two!"

Disbelief gave way to unadulterated shock. "Oh. My. God. Look at the other one!"

"You have to do it with me!"

Another countdown as they held on to the final test together preceded an excited flip and harmonizing reactions that could only be described as happy sobs.

Patrice rocked Terry in a tight embrace while he clung to her, crying into her sweater's soft fabric more than he'd cried in years. An avalanche of emotions wrapped in disbelief that he'd been immeasurably blessed after his year started with so much strife. His losses came with gains ten times above what he could ask or think.

His wife brushed tears from her already stained face before kissing the crown of his head and repeating, "You're gonna be a daddy, Pooh. You're gonna be a daddy!"

Emotions distorted his deep voice. "Swear?"

"Swear, baby. You're gonna be a daddy."

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, not caring who he disturbed. Then, he'd run down the hallways, through the lobby's doors, out into the cold D.C. air, and holler to anyone who would listen that his wife, the girl he fell in love with before he could legally drink, was carrying a child that might look just like him someday.

But he couldn't get past sharing the excitement seemingly gushing out of his pores with the only other person who could understand his joy. He chose to lift Patrice up in the air as he stood tall, spinning her in a slow circle before gingerly placing her back on her feet and pressing his forehead against hers.

"What the fuck," he laughed as he tickled her sides, causing her to giggle back. "I'm having a baby. With my baby!"

"I guess I couldn't beat teen pregnancy. My parents are going to be so disappointed in me."

"Stop it." The thought of his parents sitting in their living room without a clue that their firstborn was miles away receiving such big news flipped on a light bulb in Terry's head. "Our parents! Should we call? We should call them now. Do you wanna do a group FaceTime or like a conference call or what?"

Patrice watched Terry fumble around his pockets for his phone until he came up empty-handed and reached for hers. She pushed the device further away and shook her head. "Nuh-uh. Can we just…enjoy the news by ourselves tonight. I want it to be our secret a little longer. Is that okay?"

"Of course, Piggy. Whatever you want. I'm sorry, I just - shit. This is insane. You have a baby in there. Should we tell them we're a party of three tonight at dinner?"

"No," Patrice laughed, finding his unbridled excitement adorable. "If they cancel this reservation because you playin', me and you might have a problem, Daddy."

Terry bit his lip and lowered his head to kiss at her neck. "Damn, I love hearing you say that. Say it again."

By the time they were approaching a swanky steakhouse on Patrice's long list of places to visit, she'd called him Daddy so much in jest that she almost told the hostess that that was the name on their reservation.

Pockets of quiet conversation held over candlelight and crisp white tablecloths greeted them as they were led through the dimly lit restaurant to the table for the evening. Terry moved to pull out a chair for Patrice, but she stopped him with a kind smile.

"I'm gonna run to the restroom. Mommy bladder is starting early. Order something cute for me?"

Her joke made Terry smile like a little boy until she was out of his sight and safely inside the ladies' room.

Romantic jazz music oozing out of speakers concealed inside the walls like smooth red wine gave Patrice time to replay the day in her head, unable to contain the elation on her face as she washed her hands at the sink.

Another woman, tall like a model and beautifully sepia-toned, applied lipstick in the mirror and noticed how she tried but failed to stop grinning. She smiled at Patrice before speaking. "You're glowing," she complimented. "I need whatever you've got going on tonight."

Patrice chewed the inside of her cheek after a bashful thank you. She wanted to keep the words in and pleaded with herself to walk out of the restroom and return to Terry without uttering another word.

"I'm pregnant," she blurted, unable to fight the urge. "My husband and I – he's the tall one out there waiting on me – we just found out that I'm pregnant. We were best friends over a decade ago, and I still can't believe we're married. Now, there's a baby inside me with half his DNA. I'm having a baby with Terry Richmond. Oh my God." The realization of her social blunder hit her like an 18-wheeler. "And I just told a stranger all my business. I am so sorry!"

"No, no! That's incredible, girl! Can I hug you?"

Patrice didn't know why she obliged, but she did, allowing herself to sink into this woman's arms like she was an old friend and not someone whose name she didn't know. The woman rubbed her back and squeezed tight before pulling away.

"Congratulations, sis. Happy Holidays."

While Patrice received well wishes on the other side of the establishment, Terry gave his full attention to the cocktail menu as a server attempted to provide recommendations.

"That one is a crowd favorite," the young man pointed out. "Is she a rum lover? It comes with top shelf Appleton Estate if so."

Terry chuckled to himself. "She is, but she can't have any right now. We just found out she's pregnant before we got here." Further explanation caught in his throat. He didn't mean to offer up their secret. Excited Terry had done the talking, not calm and reserved Terry.

He watched with wide eyes and an internal scolding rattling around the container of his mind as the server smiled and jotted a note on his pad. "First, congratulations! I'll note that to the staff and see if we can't do something special for you and your beautiful date. Second, no worries at all. We can turn that one into a mocktail and not lose too many of the flavor notes."

"Thanks," Terry breathed out. "Hey, can you make sure you don't tell her I said that? It was supposed to be a secret."

"Our lips are sealed, Mr. Richmond. Consider it a little something extra to celebrate the new year."

Terry made a mental note to leave a handsome tip behind as Patrice reappeared from her time away. Her smile hypnotized him until she was close enough to remind him about her chair. He scrambled to his feet to take care of his duty, nervously pushing her to the table as if this were their first date.

When he was back in his seat, he watched her survey the room and menu, taking in each of her features.

High cheekbones passed down from a long line of majestic women. Soft, mahogany skin that mesmerized him in golden hour light every evening. Dark, expressive eyes that told the story of her inner thoughts, even when she tried to hide. Full lips he couldn't resist. The total package. Everything he hoped for was wrapped in one person.

Terry sat across from her, smitten. His grin showcased all of his teeth and then some while she scanned the appetizers for something to satiate her peckishness.

Prolonged silence made Patrice glance up and then double-take when she noticed Terry's one-sided staring contest. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Just trying to remember how you looked on the second most important night of our lives."

Sudden bashfulness sent heat rushing to her face. "The third," Patrice corrected with a smile. "Don't leave out New Orleans."

Terry chuckled at the memory. "Baby, the sun was barely in the sky when you decided to disturb the whole third floor."

"It was time to wake up anyway. That's what's wrong with the world now."

Jokes and discussions about the possibility of dessert before dinner dominated the conversation until their server returned with two drinks meant to loosen their lips and hips for the evening. A subtle wink between Terry and the server communicated all he needed to know without tipping off Patrice as she excitedly watched beautifully decorated glasses hit the table.

"To our first night out as Mom and Dad," Terry toasted, prompting Patrice to raise her glass.

Mom and Dad—parents to be—two bodies forming one in a few months—a culmination of thousands of experiences leading them to a fate written before they were born. The concept sounded so foreign yet so familiar.

Patrice dabbed at misty eyes, sniffling out a breathy, "To Mommy and Daddy."

Glasses softly clinked before she joined Terry in a long sip and starry-eyed gazes across the table to officially kick off a night of celebration.

Or so they'd hoped. Full bellies caught up with exhausted minds and bodies once silver forks hit clean porcelain plates well before their planned 10 p.m. exit. They tried to negotiate the next move with each other: a little walk for digestion, maybe a minute to listen to street performers play go-go renditions of oldies their parents would enjoy, perhaps another dessert to keep the mood high.

All of their suggestions paled in comparison to hearing the mechanical whir of the hotel's lock precede the door swinging open to a warm room. There were no crowds trying to cram their bodies onto a rooftop brimming with eager folks anticipating good fortune as the clock flipped forward on a new year. There was only each other and the comfort of familiarity.

Bottles of Sprite from the downstairs market acted like expensive bottles of bubbly poured into scavenged plastic cups next to a collection of fatty snacks, and cell phones switched to silent mode to avoid distractions.

Terry and Patrice two-stepped hand in hand to jams playing from the television broadcast, dressed down in comfortable clothes and sporting ever-growing smiles.

Under warm lamplight, Terry held Patrice's hand over her head to help her spin like a wind-up ballerina before pulling her close. "What were you doing last year around this time?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," she groaned, a sour look making her frown momentarily. "I was in a bathroom stall breaking up with my ex. Then Phee got us so drunk that we ended up blacked out before the countdown. I still don't know how we got back to her house or why we were cuddled up in her bed like that."

"Sounds like the kind of chaos you three get into when you're unsupervised."

"Whatever." Patrice laughed before making her fingers dance across Terry's broad shoulders. "What about you? What were you doing?"

Terry let a wry smile creep across his face. "Alone and sleeping. I didn't think there was much to look forward to, and I had to work in the morning anyway. Don't even think I turned the TV on."

The thought of Terry sleeping in on the night handpicked for blind optimism drew a sympathetic look from Patrice. "We both had a rough go at it, huh?"

"I don't know, mine was pretty chill. You were the one missing chunks of time." Patrice took faux offense at his joke, slapping across his chest before they let off laughs that slowly dissipated into a comfortable silence.

Terry rested his head atop Patrice's, his mind taking a winding road back to the beginning while she hummed a made-up tune to herself.

"Fifth-period Forensics with Mr. Turner. Junior year. You were wearing little strawberries crocheted on a pink sweater and your hair in a high ponytail. Kind of like tonight."

Patrice looked up and tilted her head in confusion. "What?"

"That's the moment I fell in love with you. I'd always liked you, but that's the moment I realized that I loved you," he clarified. "I spent so much time denying it, tiptoeing around how I felt and trying to find you in other women long after we were done, but I kept coming back to you acing that pop quiz in a pink strawberry sweater."

Patrice chuckled and smiled, recalling the time when her feelings blossomed beyond butterflies in her tummy at the mention of his name into a full-bodied, ever-present yearning for his heart.

Terry waited expectantly, longing to know if there was a moment for Patrice – if her love had a spark that rocked her world the way she did so long ago for him.

Flashes of bright light and distant cheering cut in just as Patrice seemed ready to confess, stealing her attention for a second too long.

She gasped like a child on Christmas morning. "Look, baby! We can see the fireworks from here." Patrice tugged Terry along, all two hundred plus pounds of him yielding to her will slowly but surely.

He had to admit, the sight was beautiful. Bright flashes of light turning into whimsical bursts kept him captivated as the clock ticked down the final minutes of the year. He slowly embraced her from behind, needing to feel her warmth combined with his for comfort. Patrice watched in content silence, smiling to herself while Terry watched the show unfold from the reflection in her glasses.

Two minutes left. Two minutes to cap off a whirlwind 365 days and march triumphantly into a new slate. Two minutes to release long-forgotten truths buried in the recesses of Patrice's mind. She leaned back against Terry and craned her neck to admire him from her vantage point.

A jawline fit for a man meant to be showcased to the world. Piercing eyes that shifted and changed with his emotions. Skin marked with blemishes telling countless stories – some he'd share and others that would follow him to the other side. Full pink lips that talked her through good, bad, and intimate times. All the features that might grace a child not yet named and growing in her womb.

"Senior prom night. You told me you loved me, and I said it back because I always said it back. But, that time, it felt different. It wasn't like sayin' it to my parents or my friends or the stray cat Mama let us feed. A different part of my heart meant it. That was the first moment."

Terry looked down at her, smirking and silently encouraging her to continue. She turned in his arms and then took hold of his ears to rub gentle circles against them.

One minute left. Seconds dwindling. She continued. "The second time was today. And I hope there's a third, a fourth, and one hundred more to come. I never want to stop falling in love with you, TJ."

Terry squeezed her a little tighter as if she might vaporize and blow away if he didn't hold on for dear life. "Yeah, me too," He whispered, drawing closer to her lips. "Never."

Faint voices shouting a countdown in unison floated through empty streets and up to the 10th floor to surround a couple preparing to embark on a new journey.

“Ten…nine…eight…seven…”

An excited buzzing, nearly perceptible by touch, sparked across the city. Heartfelt 'I love you's' shared as one breath passed between Terry and Patrice just before they connected lips and tongues.

“Six…five…four…”

Colors painted their bodies from the window, bathing them in light one last time from January to December. A final salute from the Most High.

"Three…two…one! Happy New Year!"

Endless possibilities coated in an extra dose of magic felt real for the first time in forever. A lover's embrace carried hope and a promise. They'd start anew in lockstep the way the stars intended, with an extra set of fingers and toes to usher through life at some point in the future.

But, for a moment, Terry and Patrice stood suspended in time, drunk off the taste of each other, ushering in the new year the only way they knew how.

Together.

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I WAS WAITING ON THIS

Aaron’s Spirit Tunnel

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PEDRO PASCAL with CHEF CLARISSE JOLICOUER

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Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond Rebel Ridge (2024) dir. Jeremy Saulnier

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Fuck it, I’m Jealous

✨Pairing✨: TE!Terry Richmondxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Your (secret) feelings for your best friend reach a new height

🚨: teensy bit of angst, brief mention of children, language, allusion to abusive relationship, fluff mixed throughout

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*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

I ain't never been good at sharing

But with you, I practice patience

And I let you do your thing 'cause I'm doin' mine

I was actin' like I'm good when I know I'm lyin'

The rhythmic thud and vibrations from the speakers run through your whole body as you sit at the mini bar watching other guests dancing and laughing. Usually you’d be among the bodies swaying on the dance floor at least once or mingling with whomever was open enough to talk, but tonight you can’t seem to switch your focus from the couple near the tall floor to ceiling windows.

Specifically, your best friend, Terry, and the woman giggling and smiling as she hangs on to his every word.

They’ve nearly been attached at the hip all night - moving from the dance floor to a more private section of the bustling mansion’s living room - and you had to admit, she was gorgeous. Silky, black hair flowing to the middle of her back and face flawlessly clear of blemishes, she was definitely his type with her Hollywood dazzling smile and matching perfect curves. Yet with every flirty glance, you could feel a sickening twinge in your gut.

So much in your head, you fail to realize your other best friend, Ondrea, had joined you after ordering another fruity cocktail. “Her beauty does not take away from yours.”

“I know,” you softly smile attempting to hide your hurt.

“And you, my love, have a line of suitors both in here and outside who’d be blessed with just a minute of your attention.”

You didn’t want them though. Every single one you tried just couldn’t compete - let alone be in the same room - as Terry Richmond. Charming, big eared, jerk.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, she leans her head on yours with a soft sigh, “Want me to break them up? Accidentally on purpose spill a drink on her?”

“No,” you chuckle, “and I think you’ve reached your limit on the drinks.” She did tend to be a little more…aggressively protective around her fourth. “Where’s Ali?”

Sipping from the little glass in her hand, her other waves as if she couldn’t care less where her defensive lineman husband was. “I’m grown, okay? I don’t need a babysitter and don’t think I don’t realize you trying to divert! Have you talked to him?”

“Drea we both know I can’t do that.”

“You need to though! If I see you sad about alien eyes one more time imma fight him myself.”

“Aye you supposed to be cut off.” You’ve never been happier to see Ali. You came to this party in hopes to forget your messy feelings. To get a long deserved break from the heaviness - and occasional tears - they caused. “Gimme the glass now Ondrea Marie.”

Rolling her eyes, she’s quick to drain the remainder of the candy green liquid - much to her husband’s dismay - before placing the glass in his large paw of a hand. “Happy?,” she hiccups with a giggle lightly bumping you.

“This woman,” he mumbles in exasperation leaving the empty glass on the shiny bar. “Hey bitty, surprised to see you and Terry separated.”

You’d practically been each other’s shadows since college. Each somehow drifting back after working the room if you didn’t stick together the entire time. It’s why most of those interested became slightly disappointed thinking you were more than friends, which you’d both immediately deny.

“By all means, shoot ya shot. Want me to introduce you?”

“Well, I uh thought it’d be best to give him some privacy since he’s pretty occupied.” Turning to find his teammate among the moving attendees, he smirks watching the mystery, model-esque woman lean in to whisper in the Tight End’s ear. Clearly something salacious from how Terry licked his full lips before handing her his phone. His mouth smoothly whispering something back then moving to her neck as she giggled and playfully smacked his chest.

“Well he’s definitely gonna have a fun night.”

That made one of you. “Yep, and I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Already?”

“Yea it’s been a long day, plus I got more to do tomorrow.” Like sulk in the privacy of your own home. Maybe catch an episode or two of Law and Order.

“Oh okay. You need a ride? Or want me to get T-?”

“Nope I’m alright. I’ll just Uber again,” you quickly answer. From his slightly raised brow, you know Ali can probably sense there’s an issue but he doesn’t press on and you’re grateful he seems to catch the hint.

“Uh uh we can drive you home,” Ondrea speaks up trying to stand on slightly unsteady legs. Luckily Ali’s there to keep her from falling to which she insists she’s got it and he rolls his chocolate eyes.

“No yall stay, I’ll be fine.” Not giving them a chance to utter another word, you slip from your barstool with a quick wave and clutch in your hand as your heels hastily clack along the tiled floor towards the entrance. “I’ll call when I get home!”

“We should have another one,” Terry states staring with proud eyes at the quiet bundle in their white crib. His elbows bent over the railing as he adorably coos while fixing the small blanket that looked like the one from your childhood.

“We just had this one,” you giggle jokingly poking the back of his thigh with your toe. Peering over his shoulder, there’s no hiding that boyish grin you fell in love with.

“She need a friend though, she told me.”

“Mhm..she told you that?” He nods moving to get on his knees and crawl until his head is in your lap. His soft hands bringing yours to his lips to peck as he begins to beg.

“Pleasepleaseplease!”

The melodic chime from your doorbell startles you awake with a racing heart and dull ache in your temple from sitting up too fast. It’s soon followed by a couple thunderous knocks that don’t help your already panicked state.

‘Gimme a break,’ you think shuffling to your door. In retrospect, you should’ve looked on your app before opening the door. Or maybe even pretended you weren’t home.

Black Nike sweats covering his legs and matching sweatshirt over his upper half, Terry wasn’t annoyed but you could tell he was in a mood.

“H-Hey,” you greet with a nervous smile. “Everything okay?”

His brief, low chuckle is far from humorous as he crosses his thick arms across his chest. “I could ask you the same. Haven’t talked to you in almost a month.”

‘And? Haven’t you been busy with what’s her name?’ You want to say, but instead you simply shrug. “I’ve been busy.”

“So busy you can’t text or call me back? Come to my games?”

“Wow, one less fan to watch you out of what..hundreds of thousands?,” you sarcastically retort with an attitude Terry had never been on the receiving end of. “I don’t have to always-,”

“You back with him?”

Him in question being your ex, Chris. From their first meeting, Terry couldn’t stand him and definitely wasn’t shy about telling you.

“You need to let him go.”

“I’m tellin you, he’s no good twin.”

The feeling was mutual with Chris. At the mention of Terry he’d roll his eyes and mood would visibly change. And when your then boyfriend expressed how he didn’t want you around Terry, you reluctantly respected that boundary. Until it seemed he didn’t want you with Ondrea either.

It unfortunately took some time to see that so called boundary was nothing more than control. Although slightly hurt, neither of your friends blamed you when you came back with tearful apologies. They took turns being your shoulder to cry on, but Terry tended to check in and visit more. There were many days he’d be waiting in your apartment’s parking lot - specifically in the spot next to your usual - sat in his black on black Ford truck with bags of food in the passenger seat.

“Don’t you have practice in the morning?,” you asked that first night he appeared.

“Yes, and I’ll be there don’t worry twin,” he winked gathering both takeout bags in his hand before following you to your door.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then what?,” Terry asks. “I do something to you?”

Yes, you made me fall in love with you and complicate my love life dookiehead. “No,” you sigh.

Kissing his teeth, his frustration only builds the more you lie. “Look, I’m not stupid clearly it’s something! You ain’t even invite me in and I’m just supposed to-,”

“I just need space Terry!”

“From me?”

“Yes! And…”

Those words are right there on the tip of your tongue practically tickling your lips ready for their escape. Your fears clutch them at the last moment though, refusing to let them go and potentially ruin the best relationship of your life thus far. Your second home you could always depend on.

“And what?”

Your fingers massage you temple feeling that headache become sharper and more painful. “Can we just…not..tonight?” You were nowhere near ready - mentally or emotionally - for this conversation. However like the stubborn, determined man he is Terry can’t easily let things go. Whenever there’s a problem, he finds a solution then and there.

In double time if it concerns his family or friends.

His long legs swiftly bring him over your threshold before closing the door behind him. His hypnotic green eyes intense and never leaving yours leaning back against the wooden entrance.

“I’m not leaving until you get whatever it is you need to say out! I know something’s wrong and wish you’d-,”

“Fine! You wanna know? It is you T,” you finally reveal with tears beginning to flow down your heated cheeks. He wanted to know? Well he just opened Pandora’s box. “I’m..I’m tired of pretending I’m fine seeing you with other girls and hearing about this one in Vegas and-and that one from the club!”

You don’t know if his silence is him taking in your words or from shock. Maybe even unease. For the first time you can’t read him at all.

You can feel the knot form in your throat as your fear tries once more to stop your vulnerability. As usual, he can tell you’re ready to shut down again prompting him to step closer carefully reaching out to brush your freshest tear away from your face. “What else? Keep goin.”

“I shouldn’t have ignored you, but I knew if I said something then I’d ruin what we already have,” you softly explain trying to steady your heaving chest and hiccups. “I mean there’s a reason we’ve never crossed that line right?”

“And why is that?,” he asks stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Was..was he serious? “B-Because you’re not attracted to me like that. Which is fine-,”

“I never said that.” Now was his turn to struggle finding his next words as he took a break from your angelic features to peer down at the tiled floor. Meanwhile you patiently stood there rubbing your ear in your attempt to self soothe - a habit you had as a kid that surprisingly followed you all these years.

“From that first day we met in the dorms, I could tell you were different-,”

“I was one of the crew,” you interrupt.

“No, I mean…you weren’t one to play around. You were intentional with everything you did, had your shit together, and if it ain’t make sense to you, you didn’t want no parts.

You couldn’t help it, it’s how you were raised. Not to say you didn’t have fun and make time for the things you liked, but at the end of the day you knew the important stuff needed to get done.

“I knew I wasn’t there, so I didn’t bother you. You kept it friendly, so I did too. Doesn’t mean I was never attracted.”

You can feel your heart begin its rapid patters again, but now for a completely different reason. “So…so what?,” you ask still unsure. “You’re saying you’ve liked me this entire time?”

His Jordans lightly squeak as he steps closer once more. The amber from his Tom Ford cologne and body heat radiating from his chest makes you dizzy feeling your knee wobble as your back meets your kitchen island. His grayish-green eyes attached to yours once more after a quick glance at your pouty lips. “I’m saying I’ve been attracted to you since I first saw you, and every day after we got closer I knew you complimented me in the best ways…the yin to my yang, my twin. I didn’t wanna be that guy you thought only was friends with you to get with you.

“And when Lizard-,”

“His name is Chris,” you corrected, rolling your eyes with a sniffled giggle.

“I know what I said.” So petty. “When he did that, I wanted to protect you from anyone else who tried to hurt you,” he bashfully shrugs and you mentally aw at how adorable he could be. “Wanted to be the only one to protect you.”

It’s as if your body’s in control rather than your brain how you eliminate the remaining space, reaching up to press your lips against his. Admittedly, it’s…different at first - reminiscent of your first kiss in middle school - but when his warm hand caresses your cheek and the other slides to your lower back, sparks tingle and ignite from your head to your toes. Your lips moving at their own rhythm as both your tongues soon follow pulling moans from your chest.

Begrudgingly, Terry breaks first needing air - and a moment to collect himself. His low chuckle brushes against your cheek hearing your little whimper from wanting more. “Gimme a minute twin,” he smiles pressing his forehead against yours.

“So…what now?,” you whisper nearly getting lost in the way his fingertips feel grazing along your spine.

“You tell me. What do you want?” The deep baritone of his whisper sends addicting shivers throughout your body.

“You,” you answer gently gripping his sweatshirt not wanting to let go - just in case this was some wild fever dream. “All to myself.”

He can’t help but smile at the way your onyx eyes, mixed with swirls of ebony, innocently peer up at him through your wispy lashes. “You got me,” he replies leaning down to meet your waiting lips once more.

I ain't gon' tell you to drop them other bitches

But drop them other bitches

I never been jealous

But fuck it, I'm jealous

So goddamn invested

A/N🎤: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE✨💕!! I hope everyone is having a great time and able to rest. Or if you’re going through it this season, I wish healing for you and to remember you are so loved and deserving of love☺️.

This idea has been on my mind for a while and uh…I honestly don’t know how to feel about it lol it took on so many changes and I feel like it might be boring, but then again I’m my own worst critic so hopefully yall enjoy!

I wanted to have a holiday themed story or two out by now but as usual I am late lol, but I’m still trying to have something out before new years (however we’ll see👀 lol)

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