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yassbishimvintage · 21 hours ago

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Have A Baby By Me

MDNI! You are in charge of ya own experience.

Warnings: Smutty smut. Breeding kink. Marriage?

A/N: As one of my good sis's has said to me breeding kink. But breeding kink on Aaron. I had to.

The sun broke in their bedroom. Cleo was still knocked out from their night. When she awoke he was nowhere to be found in the upstairs of their shared home. So she showered and got dressed. Something simple. Well simple enough for a woman who’s man kept her in skin tight dresses and Christian Louboutins. When she got down on their main floor she noticed his office door was open.

He has scripts strewn all over the place. She smiled at the look of him. Aaron looks up and smiles. “Good morning my love.” he says. Cleo smiles at the sound of his voice. The accent is thick. “Good morning.” Cleo responds. Cleo takes a seat in front of him. “We need to revisit the baby conversation.” she says softly to him.

“Love. We talked about this. I want the legacy.” he starts. “And I want your last name!” she fires back.

Cleo rose gracefully from her seat, the soft click of her Louboutins on the floor drawing Aaron’’s attention as she rounded the desk. Without a word, she placed her hands gently on his shoulders, her delicate fingers tracing slow, soothing circles against the fabric of his shirt.

Aaron leaned back slightly in his chair, tilting his head to look up at her, his expression one of both curiosity and admiration. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Cleo bent down slightly, her lips brushing close to his ear as she whispered, “I want to be married to you before I bring a child into this world, Araron.”

His smile widened, a deep chuckle escaping his lips. “We can make that happen Cleo. Anything you want I can do.” he said, his hands instinctively reaching up to rest on her hips.

“Good,” she murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his temple. “Because I wasn’t planning on you resisting.”

Aaron turned his chair slightly to face her, his eyes locking onto hers. “You’re a dangerous distraction, Ms.Morgan,” he teased, his voice filled with warmth. “But I’m not complaining.”

Cleo tilted her head, her cloudy grey eyes shimmering with mischief. “I wouldn’t be doing my job as your wife if I didn’t keep you on your toes,” she replied, her hands moving down to straighten the collar of his shirt.

Araron tightened his grip on her waist, his expression softening. “And you do it so effortlessly,” he said, pulling her a little closer. “But you might have to take responsibility for all the work I’m not getting done right now.”

Cleo smiled, leaning down to plant a lingering kiss on his lips. “Consider it my way of reminding you who your real boss is,” she said with a wink.

Aaron laughed, shaking his head. “Point taken, love. Point taken.”

She sighs. “I hate this is being a strain. Since you haven’t touched me in a week.” she says pouting.

Aaron’s eyebrows shot up, and a sly grin spread across his face as Cleo’s words hung in the air. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing playfully as he looked up at her.

“Oh?” he said, his voice low and full of intrigue. “Is that right?”

Cleo trailed her fingers along the edge of his jaw, her touch featherlight. “Mm-hmm,” she whispered, leaning closer until her lips were just barely brushing his ear. “I think it’s about time we fixed that, don’t you?”

Aaron let out a soft chuckle, his hands sliding up to rest on her hips. “You’re full of dangerous ideas today, Cleo,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

“Dangerous?” Cleo tilted her head, feigning innocence. “I’d call it overdue.”

Aaron stood, his imposing frame towering over her as he gently spun her around, pressing her back against his desk. “Overdue, huh?” he said, his tone challenging. His fingers traced the hem of her dress, his eyes never leaving hers. “You know what happens when you tease me like this, don’t you?”

Cleo smirked, unbothered by the shift in power. “I was hoping you’d show me, Mr. Pierre.”

His grin turned wicked as he leaned down, his lips grazing hers. “Lock the door, mi amor,” he whispered against her mouth.

Without breaking eye contact, Cleo reached behind him, her hand finding the lock on the door with practiced ease. The satisfying click was all the encouragement Aaron needed to keep the staff from wondering in.

“You’ve been asking for this,” he said, his voice low and commanding, as his hands slid around her waist.

“And I’m not sorry,” she shot back, pulling him closer.

Whatever meetings were on Aarons schedule that day would have to wait.

Aaron’s hands moved with deliberate care as he lifted Cleo onto the polished surface of his desk. The cold wood met the warmth of her skin, and she gasped softly at the sensation.

He stepped between her knees, his hands spreading them slightly as he leaned forward, his lips grazing her jawline. “You’ve got no idea how hard it is to focus when you show up looking like this,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.

Cleo tilted her head back, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his tie, pulling him closer. “Oh, I know,” she teased, her smirk laced with mischief. “That’s why I came.”

Aaron chuckled, his hands sliding up her thighs, fingers tracing lazy circles. “You’re trouble, Mrs. Pierre,” he whispered against her skin. She heard it come off his lips so easily.

“And you love it,” she breathed, her nails lightly scraping down his shoulders.

His lips found hers, the kiss deep and possessive, filled with the unspoken tension they both carried. As the world outside his office faded away, Aaaron pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

“This is going to be a long lunch break,” he said, his tone laced with promise.

Cleo grinned, her hands tugging him closer. “Then you better make it worth it, Mr. Pierre.”

With that, Aaron leaned down, reclaiming her lips as the scripts scattered across the desk became the least important thing in the room.

She moved her hands to unzip his pants. Cleo automatically could see the hard on that is being concealed by his briefs. Impatient, overcoming him he guided her hands to take them off. In typical fashion it springs out from the confinement. He pushes her dress up so that it's scrunched on her stomach.

She whispers in his ear. “I’m ovulating.” That’s all he needed to hear. Two simple words.

“Fuck!” he grumbles as he enters her. This time it felt different. Her hands secure on his shoulders. “Do you trust me love?” he asks. His voice low and lust ridden. “Yes Daddy.” Cleo says ready for him to do something.

He began to thrust. “A…..” her voice wobbly as soon as she felt him start to zone out. Each thrust became more intentional. When his pace started to really pick up “Aaron….” her words slurring as she felt her orgasm coming. “Just a little bit longer love.” his voice slurring. Her nails dug into his back. Not the first time and damn sure won’t be the last time.

She felt her orgasm come crashing down hard. Aaron came soon after but he kept going. He has always been the type to cum and keeping fucking. Thank you to all those natural shit he takes. He rests his forehead against hers. “We better be expecting.” he says. “We better be married before the child gets her Mr. Pierre.” she quips back.

Cleo slid off the desk, her legs slightly wobbly as she straightened her skirt and smoothed her blouse. She glanced at the desk, quickly gathering the scattered papers and setting them back in a neat pile.

Aaron leaned against the desk, arms crossed, watching her with a satisfied smirk. “You’re going to be thinking about this all day,” he teased, his voice a low rumble.

Cleo shot him a look as she adjusted her hair in the reflection of his office window. “You mean you’re going to be thinking about it all day,” she countered, her lips curving into a smirk of her own.

He stepped behind her, his hands resting lightly on her hips as he whispered in her ear, “I already am.”

She let out a soft laugh, spinning to face him, her fingers straightening the knot of his tie. “You better focus on that meeting you’ve got in ten minutes,” she said, arching a brow.

Aaron chuckled, catching her wrist and pressing a lingering kiss to her palm. “Only if you promise to let me pick you up for dinner tonight.”

“Deal,” Cleo replied with a wink before slipping out of his office, her heels clicking confidently against the floor as she disappeared down the hall.

Aaron watched her leave, shaking his head with a grin. He returned to his chair, his thoughts still lingering on the fiery woman who had just walked out, and the lingering scent of her perfume in the air. Before she could fully get out of his office, he called after her. “When did you stop wearing panties?” he asks with a smirk.

Cleo paused mid-step, turning back to face him with an amused smile playing on her lips. "Hmm," she mused, tapping her chin as if in deep thought. "Probably around the time I realized it drove you insane."

Aaron leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as his smirk grew wider. "Insane doesn't even begin to cover it," he said, his voice low and laced with hunger.

She stepped closer, resting her hands on the edge of his desk, leaning in just enough to meet his gaze. "Well," she teased, her tone light but suggestive, "if it's such a problem, I could start wearing them again."

His hand shot out, gently circling her wrist. "Don’t you dare," he growled, pulling her closer until she was perched on the edge of the desk once again.

Cleo laughed softly, brushing a hand over his chest. "I figured you'd say that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes dancing with mischief.

He pulled her in for a quick kiss, his grip firm but tender. "You're impossible," he muttered against her lips.

"And yet, you love me," she quipped, pulling back just enough to shoot him a sly grin before turning on her heel and sauntering toward the door once more.

"More than you'll ever know," Aaron called after her, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and exasperation as he watched her leave. “And next time leave my favorite pair next time. The purple lace.” he says with a smirk.

Cleo stopped in her tracks, turning her head just enough to glance back at him, her eyebrow arched in playful curiosity. "The purple lace, huh?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Aaron leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, the smirk on his face growing wider. "You know the ones," he said, his tone slow and deliberate, "the ones that barely leave anything to the imagination. My absolute favorite."

Cleo chuckled softly, stepping back toward him with measured grace, her heels clicking against the floor. She stopped just in front of him, leaning down slightly to meet his gaze. "Too bad I haven't worn those in a while," she teased, tilting her head.

"Shame," he replied, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Guess I'll just have to buy you another set."

She laughed, brushing her fingers under his chin. "Maybe I’ll surprise you," she said, straightening up. "But you’ll have to wait and see."

He grabbed her hand before she could fully pull away, tugging her just close enough to whisper, "You know patience isn’t my strong suit, love."

Cleo smiled, shaking her head as she gently freed her hand. "Well, you'll just have to practice," she said, turning back toward the door with a deliberate sway in her hips.

Araron watched her leave, his smirk unwavering. "Purple lace," he muttered to himself, already plotting. "Noted."

When she got to her car, she was fearful for the night. She knows that they will have to talk about two things. Baby Pierre that probably just was conceived and marriage.

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yassbishimvintage · 23 hours ago

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yassbishimvintage · 3 days ago

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Thank you friennn

Say Less

Warnings: MDNI

You are in charge of ya own experience

And please don't jump me. This is the first time I wrote in YEARS.

Cleo was always the one who enjoyed the best in life. From her career to the man she loved. The one and only walking thirst trap himself Aaron Pierre. Which in fact is funny because as shy as he comes off to the people in interviews, that man was something to be reckoned with behind closed doors.

Cleo was out at her favorite brunch spot with her friends celebrating typical milestones. But something she was missing him. Even though she loved her girls, but she wanted to celebrate with him, but he was busy doing who knows what.

This morning she decided to test her boundaries at brunch with her friends. She sent a picture of her in a red lace lingerie set that she was hoping to use as leverage when they were arguing or when he was away filming. Once she sent she was ready for the storm.

As Cleo finished her brunch, she felt her phone buzz in her bag. Glancing down, she saw a message from Aaron. A smile played on her lips as she unlocked the phone and opened the message.

What greeted her was a racy picture of Aaron, one that left little to the imagination. One where he’s naked in bed. Hand at the base of his dick. His confident smirk was enough to send a rush of heat through her. She quickly bit her lip, trying to keep her composure as she felt the eyes of her friends on her.

"Everything okay?" Layla asked, noticing Cleo’s expression shift.

Cleo glanced at the screen one more time, feeling the familiar tension building. "Uh... yeah, just Aaron being Aaron." She grinned and quickly set the phone down, trying to focus on the conversation again.

Her friends exchanged knowing glances but didn’t push her further. They had learned long ago not to pry into Cleo’s relationship too much, especially when it came to her and Aaron’s dynamic. But Cleo couldn’t help the rush of excitement that flooded her, her thoughts now divided between the sweet fun of brunch and the heat building inside her at the mere thought of Aaron’s playful text.

As the conversation continued, Cleo’s mind wandered to the image, her body reacting as her thoughts replayed it over and over. She knew they’d have to talk soon, but for now, she could only enjoy the anticipation of what the evening might bring. I

In that moment she had to excuse herself to call him. She knew she was in the running for something extra when she got home.

As soon as the call connected, Aaron’s smirk appeared on the screen, his eyes dark with the kind of knowing mischief that always sent a shiver down her spine.

"Thought you'd be distracted," he said, his voice low and playful.

Cleo leaned against the stall door, trying to stay composed but feeling her pulse quicken. "You really know how to make a girl lose her focus," she replied, her lips curling into a grin.

Aaron chuckled, his gaze never leaving hers. "That's exactly the point, love. You were looking a little too calm there, so I figured I'd give you something to think about."

She bit her lip, glancing at the bathroom door briefly before turning her attention back to him. "You’re trouble," she whispered, a hint of mischief in her own voice.

"Only for you," he shot back, his eyes scanning her face with a burning intensity that made her knees weak. "You like it though. I know you do."

Cleo couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, but she couldn’t deny it. She did like it. More than she was willing to admit. She licked her lips slowly, the excitement building in her chest as she imagined the things he’d do to make her forget the rest of the world.

"Just wait until I get home," she said, her voice dripping with a playful but teasing edge.

Aaron’s smirk grew wider, his hand coming up to adjust his tie as if he knew what she was about to say. "I’ll be counting down the minutes," he replied, his tone low and filled with promise.

Cleo held his gaze for a moment, then added, "And this time, you won’t be the one waiting."

Her words hung between them, filled with the kind of promise that only they understood. With one last teasing smile, she ended the call, leaving her heart racing, her mind focused on nothing but the moment she would finally be alone with him again.

LA traffic was always horrible. But when she finally unlocked the door. There he stood. He’s shirtless and in black sweats and his black Calvin Klein underwear showing. His two tattoos that adorned his arms were in full view. She couldn’t hold back the wetness that pooling between her legs looking at him.

He must’ve got done with his workout. He walked over and smiled. Aaron smirked. “Get into your submissive pose for me.” his voice low.

Cleo raised an eyebrow, her heart rate picking up as she saw the playful yet commanding smirk on his face. "What do you mean by 'submissive pose'?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Aaron closed the distance between them."You know exactly what I mean. But this time, I want to see you in it. Just for me."

His gaze was intense, and there was a quiet authority in his tone that made Cleo’s stomach flutter. She stood there for a moment, weighing her options, then decided to play along. With a small, almost teasing smile, she got down on her knees in front of him, keeping her eyes locked on his.

"Like this?" she asked, her voice soft but confident.

Aaron’s smirk deepened as he watched her. "Perfect," he replied, stepping closer. Her eyes finally glanced to his hands. She finally noticed the Cuban chains in his hand. That was the start to the night they were about to enjoy. He was about to settle in an energy she fell madly in love with. That dominant energy. In the moments when it came to their sex life, he made it clear he was the dom. Someone who was so shy to the public was the one who is extremely primal.

When he originally suggested she was nervous, but after countless nights of discussing she finally got over that hump and fear.

As Aaron gently placed the necklaces around her neck, Cleo’s breath hitched. The cool metal brushed against her skin, but the way his hands moved—slow and deliberate—sent warmth flooding through her. When he finished, he tilted her chin up with one finger, his eyes locked on hers, a glint of something deeper in his gaze.

"You're beautiful like this," he said softly, his voice low and steady, as if savoring the moment. His thumb lightly grazed her jaw, and Cleo felt a flutter in her chest at the intimacy of the gesture.

She looked up at him, her lips parting slightly. "And you," she whispered, "always know how to make me feel special."

Aaron’s eyes softened, a rare tenderness overtaking the usual intensity. "You are special," he replied, leaning down to kiss her softly, his lips brushing against hers like a promise.

Cleo felt the cool metal of the chains as he carefully placed them around her neck, the familiar weight of the collar sending a thrill through her. It was a symbol of their connection in their private world, a sign of trust and intimacy that only they shared. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as the tension between them shifted, their playful energy turning more intense.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of anticipation and affection. "I love it when you do this," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with desire. The collar wasn’t just a physical accessory; it represented the power dynamics they had built, and in these moments, it made her feel both vulnerable and empowered in his presence.

Aaron gave her a knowing smirk, his hands lingering on the chains as he adjusted them, making sure they sat perfectly. "I know you do," he said softly, his voice taking on a deeper, more possessive tone. "And tonight, we explore it even more."

The atmosphere shifted, the room feeling charged with an undeniable energy as they prepared to enter a different space, one where words and actions held weight and every touch was loaded with meaning.

Aaron’s expression turned serious, yet there was a softness in his gaze as he took a step closer. He gently cupped her face in his hands, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. His thumb traced the outline of her lips, a slow, deliberate motion, as though savoring the moment before they took this next step together.

He paused, his voice low and controlled, yet laced with a certain intensity. “We move at your pace, Cleo. No rushing, no pushing. Just trust.”

Cleo nodded, her breath catching slightly as she felt her pulse race. She trusted him implicitly. With every part of her, she knew he would guide her with care and respect. She knew this was something they could share, and it only made her feel more connected to him.

“Lead me,” she whispered, her voice a blend of submission and desire, looking up at him with an openness that both invited and trusted him. She was ready to see where this exploration would take them.

Without another word, Aaron leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, as if to ground her in the moment. His hands gently moved to her waist, guiding her back to their bed, where the real exploration would begin.

The soft morning light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room as Cleo sat in the center of their bed. She was still wearing the remnants of the night before—the faint imprint of the collar on her skin, the weight of it lingering even as the memory of their intimate moments played in her mind. The sheets were tangled around her, but she remained still, her hands resting on her lap as she processed the events of the night.

Her mind raced with thoughts of the intensity between them, how their connection seemed to grow deeper with each passing day. She couldn't help but smile softly to herself, feeling both fulfilled and peaceful, her body still humming with the aftereffects of their time together.

When she heard the door creak open, she looked up, her gaze meeting Aaron's. He stood in the doorway, looking at her with an unreadable expression, his eyes soft yet intense. There was no need for words in that moment—just the understanding that they shared. They had created something unique between them, something no one else could touch.

"Good morning," he said, his voice a little raspy from sleep, though his eyes never left hers.

Cleo smiled, a slow, knowing smile that spoke of shared secrets and deeper connections. "Good morning, love." Her voice was calm, but there was a spark in her eyes that betrayed her thoughts. "I was just thinking about last night," she added softly, not needing to explain further.

Aaron stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He made his way to the bed and sat beside her, his hand gently brushing against her cheek. "And what were you thinking about?" he asked, his voice low, teasing but with an underlying seriousness.

Cleo leaned into his touch, her breath steady as she met his gaze. "How much I trust you," she said quietly, her voice filled with sincerity. "How much I crave you."

In that moment fuck being submissive she just wanted him.

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yassbishimvintage · 3 days ago

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Say Less

Warnings: MDNI

Aaron Pierre X Black!oc