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shy9-29 · 6 months ago

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Why didn’t you text back? ✮ l.hs ⋆

pairing: idol lee heeseung x reader

wc: 4.7k

synopsis: Your idol boyfriend, Heeseung hasn’t come home in days. You keep telling yourself it’s because he’s just too busy with work, after all, being an idol is hard. You’ve grown worried after no texts or calls after 4 days. He finally comes home, not paying attention to you, constantly demanding for you to do things. You confront him, asking him to do better, and he promises he’ll try.

warning: not proof read, mentions of self harm, death (car accident), swearing, arguing, relationships problems, drinking, passing out, harsh language, idol heeseung, mentions of Jake and Jungwon, sexism

genre: angst, drama, romance

rating: 15+

—

Four long days had passed, and Heeseung hadn't returned home. You reassured yourself not to worry, understanding the demanding nature of an idol's schedule. With a sigh, you accessed the messaging app to check Heeseung's response only to discover your message left on "delivered" for the past three days.

You started to worry more, seeing that your message was left on "delivered" for the past three days. Thinking and worrying about it, you started pacing around the room. "He couldn't even answer a simple text," you muttered to yourself, starting to get frustrated. After pacing around some more, you eventually sat down on the couch, debating whether you should call him.

A pang of resignation echoed through your thoughts, whispering to yourself, "He's not going to answer anyways." With a resigned sigh, you switched to Instagram, where you spotted photos from the celebration party with his members and staff. "Oh," you muttered to yourself, rationalizing the lack of response, attributing it to his busy schedule. "He's probably just enjoying himself and got caught up, that's why he hasn't texted—for four days..."

You couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy as you scrolled through the Instagram feed, seeing photos from the party. "He's probably enjoying himself," you thought to yourself, trying to rationalize the fact that he hadn't responded to you in four days. "He must just have gotten caught up in it all." Despite your efforts to convince yourself that it was no big deal, the longer you looked at the photos, the more it only fueled your growing anxiety.

You continued to check your messages in vain, anxiously refreshing the screen in anticipation. Before long, tiredness overcame you, and you found yourself dozing off on the couch, the clock displaying a late hour of 12:35am. Suddenly, you were jolted awake by the sound of men's voices and commotion near the front door. Blinking sleepily, you stood up to find Heeseung and two other members, Jungwon and Jake, entering the apartment, seemingly unaware of your presence.

Jungwon and Jake were clearly visibly drunken as they stumbled through the doorway, giggling and chatting loudly with Heeseung.

"Shut it you guys," Heeseung hushed, trying to shush them but failing to keep a straight face himself. Jake and Jungwon continued giggling as they stumbled around the apartment. They didn't notice you until they saw you sitting on the couch, looking exhausted and frustrated.

"Jesus-" Jake exclaimed, clearly startled by your unexpected presence. "I didn't know you were here..." Jungwon mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact, feeling guilty. Heeseung seemed to tense up upon seeing you, realizing your displeased expression.

A weary sigh escaped your lips as you slunk back onto the couch in defeat. With their inebriated state, you assumed they would likely forget they had even noticed you in the first place.

Jake spoke up, "Damn, she looks pissed..." Jungwon elbowed him, shushing him. Heeseung couldn't help but notice your weary sigh and defeated slouch on the couch, realizing your annoyance.

Jake and Jungwon continued to stumble around, trying to find something to eat or drink in the kitchen. Their noises and clumsiness were clearly irritating you, especially when you noticed them raiding your cupboards and fridge, helping themselves to your food and drinks.

Heeseung let out a huff and turned to Jake and Jungwon, "What are you doing? We have our own food back at the dorm." Jake responded jokingly, "Yeah, but the food at y/n’s house always tastes better," while Jungwon continued drinking from a bottle of water he had found in the fridge. Heeseung shot them a disapproving look, trying to keep them under control.

The kitchen commotion continued as Jake and Jungwon rummaged through the fridge, laughing and chattering loudly. You sat on the couch, growing increasingly irritable by the minute. After a while, you had had enough and stood up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen.

"For crying out loud. Lower the volume, please," you exclaimed, your irritation evident in your voice. "It's almost 1 am, and a girl is trying to sleep."

You approached Heeseung, your finger jabbing his chest as you voiced your concerns. "And you, of all people, should know better," you added sharply before marching off to the shared bedroom.

Heeseung just stood there silently, watching as you stormed off to the bedroom. His expression was a mix of guilt and annoyance. He knew he was in the wrong but couldn't help feeling a bit defensive. Jake and Jungwon continued to giggle innocently, blissfully unaware of the tension.

A dismissive comment was made by Heeseung, a joking tone in his voice. "She's probably on her time of the month," he quipped, disregarding your frustration as if it were simply a byproduct of hormonal fluctuations.

Jake and Jungwon burst into laughter at Heeseung's comment, finding it hilariously outrageous. "Girls these days huh?" Jake chimed in, trying to brush off your annoyance as well.

Heeseung chuckled, taking a sip from a beer bottle as he leaned against the counter. "Yeah, they're so hormonal sometimes," he joked, earning him further laughter from Jake and Jungwon.

You woke with the dawn, only to find Heeseung lying next to you, reeking of alcohol. With a soft groan, you shook him awake, aware that it was already 7am. Knowing his upcoming comeback was drawing near and that he needed to head to the studio early to practice with his bandmates, you understood the urgency.

Heeseung stirred slowly, groaning at the bright morning light streaming through the window. The smell of alcohol lingered in the room, and you could tell he was struggling to open his eyes. You gently shook his shoulder, attempting to wake him up. "Heeseung, you need to wake up. It's already 7am, and you need to head to the studio for practice," you said, trying to keep your voice soft, yet firm.

Heeseung groaned again, burying his face into the pillow. "Just 5 more minutes..." he mumbled, his words slightly slurred from the drinking the previous night. You knew the importance of his upcoming comeback and practice session, so you continued shaking his shoulder a bit more firmly.

“Hee, wake up,” you urged, only to be met with a snappy retort from Heeseung. "Stop being so dramatic and let me sleep for five more minutes!" he grumbled, rolling further away from you in bed.

—

Frustration welled up within you as Heeseung snapped at you. You couldn’t believe the audacity he had after the night before. "Dramatic?" you repeated, a hint of anger in your voice. "You were out drinking with your members until 1 am, disturbing me in the middle of the night, and now you want to sleep in?"

Heeseung mumbled an incoherent response, clearly still groggy and trying to avoid a confrontation. But you weren't having it. "No, Heeseung," you asserted firmly. "You need to get up. You have a practice session with your bandmates. You're already running late, and you should have woken up hours ago."

Frustration boiled over, and Heeseung abruptly sat up in bed, startling you with his sudden movement. "For fuck sake y/n, I'm up, okay?!" he exclaimed, his tone sharp with annoyance.

Heeseung’s sudden outburst caught you off guard. You recoiled slightly, taken aback by his snappy attitude. But you tried to remain calm, "I’m just reminding you about the practice session," you replied, keeping your voice steady. "And you didn’t text or call me.. it’s been four days.“

Heeseung ran a hand through his messy hair, still visibly annoyed. "Jesus christ, it’s not like I’ve been gone for weeks," he retorted defensively. "I just got caught up with work, like I always do."

Heeseung's expression softened as he offered an apologetic smile, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I promise to do better next time, okay, y/n?" he reassured you before rising from bed. "I love you."

He picked up his scattered belongings from the floor and headed to the bathroom to get ready, leaving you alone in bed.

You smiled slightly, hoping for the best. Perhaps this time was an exception, and Heeseung had truly been too busy. Maybe he would indeed do better in the future, you thought to yourself.

The days passed in a blur, each one bringing fresh waves of anxiety and worry. You found yourself cycling through thoughts of whether to reach out to Heeseung, contemplating different ways to communicate, only to be met with silence.

Day 1. He hasn’t come home. Maybe he’ll come home tomorrow..

Day 2. Should I text him?

Day 3. No response, maybe a call?

Day 4. No response to my text or my calls…

Day 5. No nothing, his members are ignoring me as well.

You genuinely wanted to kill yourself. Were you that annoying to be with? Maybe he’s loosing feelings for you..

As the fifth day arrived, you were left with no response from your texts or calls, and Heeseung's members were also ignoring you. Feeling abandoned and questioning your worth, thoughts of self-harm crept into your mind. You grappled with the notion that perhaps you were an annoying presence in Heeseung's life, causing him to lose interest in you.

Day by day, the void of communication left you feeling more and more helpless. Each day you'd hope to hear back from Heeseung, but the silence only grew louder. The absence of his presence filled you with despair and a deep question of your worth.

Why couldn't he reach out to you? Why couldn't he respond to your texts or calls? Why did it feel like his members were purposely dodging your attempts to contact them? The lack of response from Heeseung and his members only added to your growing pain and insecurities.

The lack of communication continued to weigh heavily on your heart, and the days without any response from Heeseung only amplified your fears. You tried to push down the invasive thought of him possibly cheating, but it continued to gnaw at the back of your mind. Each passing hour and day were a constant battle with yourself, wondering if something more sinister was at play.

Maybe you should just end it. End your life. It would be easier for everyone right? But no, that would be too selfish for you. You know better y/n.

You reminded yourself that it wasn’t a solution to the problem and that it would only cause more pain for those around you. Still, you couldn’t shake off those thoughts. The anxiety and despair continued to build up inside you, making it difficult to see any light at the end of the tunnel.

It had been an entire week since you last heard from Heeseung, and no amount of distractions seemed to bring you comfort. You tried watching videos of him online, hoping to find solace, but even that failed to lift your spirits. Seeking refuge in your friends and family also proved fruitless. Finally, you even attempted a self-care day, but the emptiness within you remained steadfast. No matter what you tried, nothing seemed to work, leaving you feeling more lost than ever before.

The loneliness you felt was all-consuming, like a deep void inside your heart. You yearned for Heeseung's presence, but at the same time, you felt increasingly anxious and frustrated with his absence.

You questioned if he was intentionally ignoring you, or if something else was going on that you weren’t aware of. The mixed emotions twisted into a tangled mess inside your chest, making it difficult to think or breathe.

Heeseung finally returned home around 11pm, shutting the door with a weary thud. Exhausted, he settled onto the couch and nonchalantly requested, "Babe, could you make me a tea?" He then preoccupied himself with his phone, seemingly oblivious to your presence in the kitchen. Your mind raced, wondering why he hadn't even acknowledged you upon arriving home. Frustration and confusion coursed through your veins, creating a whirlwind of emotions.

The audacity he had to come back home and immediately ask you to make him tea, all while being completely indifferent to your feelings, made your blood boil. You stood there in the kitchen, your hands clenching into fists, watching him on the couch, his attention focused solely on his phone. The frustration boiled within you, and you couldn’t hold back your voice any longer.

"Are you serious right now?" you replied, the anger evident in your voice. "You finally come back home after ignoring me for an entire week, and the first thing you do is ask me to make you tea? Like nothing's wrong? Like nothing's changed?"

Heeseung looked up from his phone, finally giving you a glance. His expression was nonchalant, lacking any remorse or apology. He shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "What's the big deal? I’ve been working my ass off, and now I'm thirsty."

You couldn't believe your ears. The indifference in his tone and attitude only fueled the fire of your anger. "Working your ass off? That’s no excuse for not even acknowledging your own partner for an entire week. How can you be so ignorant to my feelings and just brush me off like this? Not even one simple text Hee? Just one!”

Heeseung let out a sigh, clearly annoyed that you were questioning him. "Jesus, y/n, I told you I’ve been busy. I don't have time to deal with your clingy behavior right now. Can you stop being so clingy and just make me the tea y/n?”

You wanted to cry. You wanted to punch him in the face. You wanted to grab that phone out of his hand and throw it on the floor then crush it into pieces.

"Clingy?" you repeated, your voice shaking with anger and disappointment. "Is that really what you think of me? I’m just being a concerned partner, you idiot! And the fact that you can’t even spare me a moment of your time to text or call me is what makes me 'clingy'? How do you not understand how incredibly inconsiderate that is?”

Heeseung's expression hardened, his patience starting to wear thin. "Oh, I’m sorry that I’m not always available to cater to your every need. Believe it or not, the world doesn’t revolve around you, y/n. I’ve got my own life and responsibilities. Can you just shut the fuck up and make the tea? It’s not that hard.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. The disrespect and indifference in his tone made your heart ache. How could he treat you like this?

"So that's what I am to you? Just a needy person who constantly needs your attention? Just someone you can push aside whenever you're bored? What happened to when we first started dating? When you used to make time for me no matter how busy you were? Was that just an act? Did you fake all of it?"

"Can you get off your phone and look at me for once, Lee Heeseung?" Your words echoed with a mixture of determination and frustration, as you used his full name to emphasize your dissatisfaction.

Heeseung rolled his eyes and reluctantly put down his phone, finally giving you his full attention. He looked at you with a mixture of annoyance and irritation, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Happy now?" he said, his voice sharp with annoyance. "Is that what you wanted? To have my undivided attention?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own anger before replying. "Yes, I am happy that I finally have your attention. But not because I’m being needy and clingy, as you so charmingly put it. It’s because you’ve been MIA for a week with not a single message, no update, nothing. And you had the audacity to come home and pretend like nothing is wrong?"

Heeseung shrugged again, his aloofness continuing to grate on your nerves. "I was busy, okay? I had work and other commitments. I didn’t have time to text you every waking moment. Can you stop making such a big deal out of this? It’s exhausting."

Every fiber of your being was alight with anger, your hands instinctively forming tight fists. Your voice rang out in a near demand, "That’s it."

His nonchalant response only added fuel to the flames. "What's it?" he asked casually.

You responded coldly, your words cutting like a knife: "Get out of my house."

His expression faltered for a brief moment, surprise crossing his features before he quickly regained his aloof demeanor. "Your house," he repeated, his voice laced with mockery. "Funny how you’re so quick to kick me out, huh? Where do you want me to go at 11pm with no warning?"

Without hesitation, you replied acerbically, "Oh, I don't know, perhaps back to your dorm with your members? I'm quite certain they'd be absolutely thrilled for you to stay there."

Heeseung's annoyance turned into a mix of anger and disbelief. "Are you serious? You want me to go back to the dorm? After I’ve been away working my ass off? You’re really kicking me out like this? Are you that pissed at me just because I didn’t text you for a week?"

A tear escaped, betraying your attempt to hold back your emotions. Quickly, you turned away, refusing to let him witness your vulnerability and exhaustion.

Heeseung’s expression softened slightly as he saw the single tear trickle down your cheek, but his annoyance persisted. "Y/n, seriously?" he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Are you really crying over this? It’s not even a big deal."

You spun around to face him, your voice laced with anger and hurt. "It’s not a big deal? It's not a big deal? Do you even realize how it feels to be constantly ignored and put aside by the person you love? To feel like they don't even care about you anymore? You think it's okay to just disappear for a week without a single word, and expect me to act like it’s all fine and dandy?"

Heeseung's eyebrows furrowed, his irritation growing once again. "Oh, here we go with the dramatic bullshit again. I didn't "disappear," y/n. I was working. I had responsibilities that I couldn't ignore."

You clenched your fists, your frustration reaching its peak. "And I’m asking for the bare minimum, Hee. Just a text to let me know you're alive and haven't completely forgotten about my existence. Is that seriously too much to ask for?"

The floodgates of your emotions burst open, spilling your heartache onto the floor. "Do you even love me anymore? Or are you just saying it so I can provide you with food and water, and serve as a source of stress relief at your convenience?"

Heeseung's expression hardened, his annoyance now replaced with anger. "Are you seriously questioning my love for you just because I didn’t text you for a week? Do you think love is measured by how many texts and calls someone sends? Are you really that shallow?"

The pain and anger in your voice echoed through the room as you exclaimed, "This isn't the first time you've done this! Last month you disappeared on me for a whole month! Do you even understand how worried I was? I passed out from worry! But I bet you didn't know that, did you? Because you're so fucking full of yourself!"

Heeseung's eyes widened, genuine surprise taking over his features. "You passed out from worry?" he repeated, his tone shifting from annoyance to shock. "You’re kidding, right? Why didn’t you tell me?"

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you spoke. "It's hilarious how you're pretending to care now," you spat, the words dripping with derision.

"Y/n-"

"Don’t y/n me!" you cut him off, refusing to give in to the familiarity of your name on his lips.

Heeseung fell silent, his expression a mixture of guilt and defensiveness. He had clearly not expected the conversation to take this turn, and your outburst seemed to have caught him off guard.

"Y/n," he began, his tone softer this time. "I-"

You cut him off again, your anger still burning brightly. “Don’t. Don’t say my name like that. Don’t use that gentle tone with me now. You’ve been ignoring me for a month. A whole two fucking months! I’ve been worried sick, wondering where the hell you even were. And it’s happening again now!”

Heeseung’s defensiveness resurfaced, and he snapped back, "Can you give me a break for five seconds, please? I’ve been working non-stop, y/n, and I just needed some space. I didn’t want you hovering over me every single second, nagging me to text you. I have my own life and responsibilities too, you know."

A frustrated explosion of emotions welled up inside you, manifesting in a stomping of your foot. "Fine! Stay here all you want," you huffed. "I'm going to find somewhere else to stay." Without another word, you snatched up your phone and stormed out of the house, left with no concrete plan nor belongings.

Heeseung called after you, his voice filled with annoyance and concern, "Y/n, where are you going? It's pouring outside!"

However, you were too caught up in your own emotions to listen, your feet carrying you away from the house and into the pouring rain.

The rain soaked your clothes and hair in seconds, but the coldness did little to diminish the fiery anger and hurt that consumed your heart. You continued walking, unsure of where you were headed or what you were going to do. All you knew was that you needed to get away from Heeseung, if only for a moment to gather your thoughts and calm your racing heart.

—

Time passed, and a week had flown by since Heeseung last laid eyes on you. Oddly enough, the absence didn’t weigh heavily on his mind, as he was completely immersed in the preparations for his comeback, engrossed in the company of his members and consumed by their upcoming cochella performance.

Curiously, Heeseung noticed the absence of your usual daily texts and calls. When he checked at home, expecting to find signs of your presence, there was nothing. Inquiring with one of your closest friends yielded no information either. Confusion and a hint of concern began to stir within him.

Heeseung tried to focus on his preparations, but a subtle sense of unease hovered over him as the days passed without any sign or word from you. He had grown accustomed to your regular texts and updates throughout his busy schedule, and the silence was now deafening.

The more time went on, the more concerned he became. His fingers itched to message you, but he held back, wrestling with his own stubbornness and pride.

Heeseung's phone rang, the screen displaying a mysterious number. A young female voice greeted him, asking, "Hello? Is this Lee Heeseung?”

"Speaking. Who is this?"

"A young lady was involved in a car accident a few days ago, and her name is y/n? You were listed as her only emergency contact..."

Heeseung's heart dropped in his chest at the mention of your name. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “A car accident? How bad is it? Is she okay?”

The news grew more dire as the voice continued. "She's currently in a coma," the voice revealed grimly, "She might not survive sir..."

Heeseung felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Coma?" he repeated, his voice hoarse. "What? No, no, that can't be..."

His mind reeled with a flurry of emotions – shock, disbelief, and a deep, painful regret. Why had he let two months slip by without even a thought of you? And now, hearing that you were fighting for your life in a hospital room...

In the background, Heeseung hears an urgent beeping, followed by the panicked mutter of a doctor. "Oh no..." The words hang in the air before the call abruptly ends, leaving him with the name of the hospital and a sense of growing anxiety.

Without hesitation, Heeseung grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. Every cell in his body was filled with dread and guilt. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. Not when he had neglected and ignored you for so long.

As he drove to the hospital, his mind raced with a million questions and regrets. He cursed himself for not reaching out sooner, for letting his pride and stubbornness get in the way.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he practically sprinted towards the nurses' station, desperation fueling his every step.

"Where is she?" he demanded, his voice strained. "I need to see her. Please."

The doctor's words hit Heeseung like a ton of bricks. "I'm sorry," the doctor said, his voice grave, "We did everything we could, but she didn't make it. The injuries were too severe, and she passed just a few minutes ago."

Heeseung felt a wave of nausea wash over him. No. This couldn't be true. It wasn't supposed to end like this. He had meant to apologize and make things right—to tell you how much you meant to him, how much he had taken you for granted. But now, it was too late.

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ricisidro · 10 months ago

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drowning-in-paragraphs · 9 months ago

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LATE NIGHT, SAFE HANDS.

• jude bellingham x gf!reader

• warnings: just the horrible title. (Also, English is not my first language!)

• summary: Jude Bellingham’s quiet night is interrupted when his girlfriend arrives home drunk after a night out. Amid playful chaos, he faces the ultimate challenge: getting her to finally sleep, revealing the warmth and humor of their relationship.

PART 2: EARLY MORNING, SWEET KISSES

His girlfriend had gone out with her group of friends tonight. She´d had been looking forward to it all week. They had been together for about eight months, and things between them felt easy, natural, despite their busy lives. Jude was head over heels for her, and though they weren´t living together yet, they spend a lot of time at each other´s places. He trusted her completly, however he couldn´t help the subtle flicker of concern that burned in his chest.

Earlier that evening, she had sent him a picture of her outfit for the night, teasing him with a playful "Rate it out of 10." He remembered grinning at the sight―she looked stunning in that red dress that left Jude staring at his phone for way longer tham he´d like to admit. His reply was a teasing, "Solid 11. You´re gonna have every guy at that club staring at you. Take care, yeah?"

She´d reply with a string of laughing emojis and a lot of hearts of different colors and added, "Promise! Love ya."

Hours passed, and with her occasional messages about how much fun she was having and how the club had "grwat music bt terriblw cocktailss" and a few blurred slefies, Jude couldn´t help but laugh before texting her to be careful, trying not to admit that maybe he was a little bit unease.

Around 1:30 a.m, the messages and slurred audios from her had started to slow down, but he wasn´t too worried. He figured she was just caught up in the fun, dancing with her friends and enjoying the night. After all, it was still early. Still, he checked his phone more frequently, feeling a little restless as the minutes ticked by without a response.

"Everything okay?" he´d sent about an hour ago, hoping for an answer.

Nothing.

Jude sighed, staring at the screen for a moment before tossing the phone back onto the couch beside him. He told himself not to worry. She was probably, no, she was definitely fine, just lost in the music, and her phone was somewhere deep in her bag. But a small voice in the back of his mind kept telling him otherwise.

He tried not to be that boyfriend. You know, the one who texts every five minutes to check up on her. But as the clock ticked closer to 3 a.m. and still no word from her, his foot started tapping nervously against the wooden floor. He shot her another text, "You good? Getting kinda late..." Jude stared at the screen, waiting for those familiar typing dots to appear, but after two minutes of nothing, he sighed. He set his phone down, leaning back against the cushions, trying to keep his mind out of it.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.

By the time it hit twenty, Jude was seriously considering calling her. Just to check, he told himself. He had refreshed the chat multiple times but there was no response. He unlocked his phone and was about to hit her name when the sound of the doorbell cut through the quiet.

Frowning, Jude stood up, wondering who could be visiting at this time of night. As he approached the door, a series of knocks came, maybe a little frantic. His heart race just a little. Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?

He then swung the door open and froze.

There she was, standing in front of him, her makeup smudged, her hair slightly tousled, and that same red dress clinging maybe a little bit higher than when she went out. But what really stood out was the way she was standing, as if she was going to fall at any minute, with sparkling eyes and cheeks flushed―whether from the cold air or the alcohol, Jude wasn´t sure.

But the smile she gave him? Bright as ever.

"Juuuuude!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up as if she´d just seen him for the first time in weeks.

He couldn´t help but grin at the sight, feeling the relief flood through him. She just threw herself into his arms before he had a chance to react. He caught her easily, wraping his arms around her waist as she giggled into his chest.

"Hey, hey," he said softly, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. "You alright?"

She pulled back slightly, swaying on her feet as she looked up to him. "Of course I am. Why wouldn´t I be?" Her words slurred together, and she had to repeat the question a few times.

"You´re plastered," he stated plainly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Your plastered," she tried to imitate him. "Am not," she protested, though the wobble in her stance told him otherwise. She tried to step forward, but Jude quickly caught her before she could topple over.

"Please tell me you didn´t come walking all the way here like this," he asked, closing the door behind them with one hand, the other firmly around her waist.

She gave him a pout. "Wanted to see you."

“Yeah, I figured that much.” He chuckled, guiding her over to the leather couch. “Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself.”

She let him guide her but promptly flopped onto the couch with dramatic flair, kicking off her heels and curling her legs beneath her. She looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Jude?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, love?”

“I'm hungry.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to make you something?”

“Nooo...” She shook her head, grinning mischievously. “I wanna cook.”

Jude immediately burst out laughing, kneeling beside the couch as he looked at her incredulously. “Babe, you’re drunk. You can’t even stand up properly, let alone cook.”

She squinted at him, clearly not appreciating his lack of faith. “I can cook. I make the best... sandwiches.”

“Sandwiches? That’s the bar we’re setting?”

She nodded eagerly, but before he could protest further, she was already struggling to stand, making a beeline for the kitchen. Jude quickly jumped up to intercept her, catching her around the waist before she could get too far.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, pulling her back toward him. “You are not cooking in this state.”

She notice how warm he was. “Jude…”

He laughed, tightening his grip around her. “Nope. Not happening. You’re going to hurt yourself or burn the kitchen down.”

“That is not true.”

“I’ve seen you try to use a toaster when you’re half-asleep. I don’t need you burning down my kitchen with us inside.”

With a huff, she slumped against him, clearly defeated but still playful. She tilted her head back to look at him, her frown returning. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m a lot of fun,” he corrected, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll see how fun I am tomorrow when you wake up with a hangover,” he teased. “Now, how about we get you some water and you go to bed, yeah?”

“I don’t want water,” she mumbled playfully, leaning her head onto his shoulder and putting her hand on his back. “I want… you.”

Jude felt his heart do a little flip at her words, though he tried to play it cool. “Yeah, well, you can have me tomorrow after you drink some water.”

He got up and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to her. She was now sprawled across the couch, one leg dangling off the side as she stared up at the ceiling, mumbling something incoherent.

“Here,” Jude said, sitting her up gently and handing her the glass.

She took it begrudgingly, sipping at it like a child forced to take medicine. “I didn’t want this,” she muttered.

“I know,” Jude said, rubbing her back soothingly. “But you’ll thank me in the morning.”

After a few sips, she set the glass down and looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes. “You’re so good to me,” she said softly, her voice suddenly tender.

Jude smiled, feeling his chest tighten in that familiar way it did whenever she said something sweet, even in her drunken state. “Of course I am. Someone’s gotta take care of you when you decide to get hammered.”

“Jude, I’ve already told you that I’m not—,”

“Alright, alright,” he said defeated. Then, after making sure that she had drunk all the water, he lifted her as if she was nothing and carried her to his room.

The softness of the mattress and the sheets made her yawn. As Jude carefully wiped off her makeup and gave her some of his clothes, she couldn’t help to smile, adoring his features. When one of his hands brushed where her ribs where, she giggled at the motion, leaning her head against his chest. “You’re my favorite person,” she whispered.

His heart melted. “And you’re mine,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

They stayed like that for a while, she snuggled up against him as Jude absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her into a more peaceful state. Her tipsy giggles slowly faded, replaced by soft, sleepy breaths.

“You okay now?” he asked quietly.

“Mhm,” she hummed, half asleep against him.

Jude looked down at her, his chest swelling with affection. Drunk or not, she always managed to make him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. And despite her occasional recklessness, he wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything.

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steddiealltheway · 2 years ago

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(A special post for my dear friend Cass @henderdads who is celebrating 10k followers 🫶💛 can’t wait to celebrate more milestones with you 🥳)

Eddie watches the follower count on the Corroded Coffin TikTok rise every time he refreshes their page as the rest of the band looks over his shoulder.

“I can’t believe your bat song is going to bring us to ten thousand followers. Considering it’s about-”

“Shut up,” Eddie cuts him off, refreshing the page again.

“Seriously though,” Grant says, pointing at the follower count, “We’re going to hit ten thousand pretty soon.”

“Which is a big milestone for us,” Jeff adds before circling in front of where everyone in staring at Eddie phone. “Shouldn’t we celebrate or something?”

All the boys pause for a moment, and Eddie can feel them all staring at him, waiting for some type of creative revelation as if he can just come up with something on the spot like... “I have an idea.”

Gareth and Grant high five as Eddie jumps up and points at Jeff. “Go get some lame confetti party poppers and a cheesy celebration cake.” He turns to Gareth and Grant and points at them. “You guys need to find out how to put our follower count on a laptop or something while I set up my room so we can do a livestream on Tiktok in there.”

“We’ve never done a livestream.”

“Exactly!” Eddie says clapping his hands excitedly, “That’s what will grab people’s attention and boost our follower count. We’ll tell them that follower ten thousand will get a special private video from us or something. I don’t know. Whatever they want!”

“What if they ask us to strip?” Grant asks.

Jeff sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder. “No one is going to ask you to strip, dude.”

“You never know!”

Eddie just laughs as he rushes off to his room.

“Wait!” Jeff yells after him.

Eddie pauses and turns around.

“What money am I using to by this stuff?”

Eddie sighs and digs his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out two twenties and handing them over. “If this doesn’t cover it, you’ve done something wrong.”

Jeff smiles widely before running out the door yelling, “I’m gonna spend all of it!”

Eddie doesn’t even care about his money going down the drain, he’s too excited about reaching ten thousand and being able to call Wayne about it. For now, it’s time to seriously do some work to his room in order to make it somewhat presentable…

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie adjusts the camera stand and the ring light he bought for their videos that he gets constantly made fun of for buying. But the guys can’t deny how much better their videos look, so he doesn’t want to hear it.

“Jeff, give me your phone.”

Jeff hands his phone over but whines, “Why my phone?”

“Because you have the best camera,” Eddie explains, setting it up and going to their tiktok page. The numbers are quickly climbing through the nine thousands, and at this rate, they’ll definitely hit 10k during the livestream.

Once everything is prepared, Eddie asks, “Ready?”

Everyone nods and Eddie starts the livestream. He waves at the camera and watches the view count grow quickly. “Oh wow. Hi everyone. We haven’t done this before, so sorry for anything weird that may happen or when Grant inevitably says something dumb.”

Eddie gets a smack on the back of the head as Grant says, “Hey!” Jeff and Gareth just look at each other knowingly and laugh.

Eddie half winces and smiles as he rubs the back of his head and reads the comments asking about the numbers on the computer. “Oh shit. Yeah! Oh wait, I don’t think I should’ve sworn. Oops. Uh, anyways!” He takes a deep breath and gestures to the computer screen. “So, this the whole reason for our livestream. We’re about to hit ten thousand followers-”

“Thanks to you guys!” Gareth interjects.

“Yes, thank you guys. Really. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you,” Eddie says sincerely, laying his hands over his heart. “And we thought that we’d do something special for our ten thousandth follower. Maybe send them a video of us doing a cover of their favorite song or something. We don’t know! Whoever it is, you get to choose.”

“But you can’t make us strip!” Grant yells.

Eddie runs a hand over his face before gesturing dramatically toward Grant. “And this is what I meant when I said Grant would inevitably say something dumb.”

Gareth and Jeff just laugh as Grant turns red. Eddie turns around and pats him on the shoulder. “You know we love you.”

“Yeah, because you would suck without me.”

Eddie turns around and looks at the camera. “That’s absolutely true.” He looks at the comments and notices people asking them questions about when they’re releasing another song and if they’re planning on touring anywhere soon.

Jeff leans over squinting and says, “Oh! Our next song is called Hellfire Rains!”

Gareth looks at him slowly and asks, “Dude, are we allowed to say that?”

Eddie puts his head in his hands. This is absolutely a disaster, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s head pops back up. “We could do something even worse and give them a sample of it.”

He sees the comment section flood a bit with affirmations of YES PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU.

Eddie turns to the guys and shrugs. “Are you guys good if I play a weird acoustic version of it?”

All the guys shrug and nod until Jeff stops to say. “Wait, what if we hit ten thousand during that?”

“Then, you guys stop me and we look at the follower,” Eddie replies.

Jeff nods and says, “Okay, but what if I told you we’re only nine followers away from ten thousand?”

“What?!” The rest of the boys yell and turn to the computer, noticing the numbers going up.

Eddie scrambles to grab his phone and go to their page, refreshing their notifications to grab the name of the ten thousandth person. He quickly looks at the camera and says, “Okay guys, I’ll give you that cover after we hit this milestone and freak out.” He refreshes the page and grabs Gareth’s shoulder. “Wait, do you have the party poppers?”

“Shit!” He yells running to the plastic Walmart bag and digging through it, handing them to everyone.

“It’s about to happen guys!” Jeff yells.

Eddie’s heart thuds in his chest as he refreshes the page over and over.

“Holy shit!” Grant yells first as Gareth and Jeff yell to celebrate. Eddie glances at the screen showing 10,000 and laughs as everyone pulls their confetti party poppers. He turns back and refreshes the page.

He freezes.

“Eddie, man, who is the lucky person?” Jeff asks excitedly.

Eddie looks at them with wide eyes.

“What?” Gareth asks.

Eddie looks back at the name and presses on the profile, noticing their mutual followers confirming that it’s a legit account. “Oh my god.”

The guys all rush around his phone and stare at the page.

Gareth shrieks with laughter. “Holy shit! Steve Harrington? The same infamous Steve who your bat song is about?”

“The same infamous Steve who you had a horrible crush on in high school but could never get the courage to talk to him?” Jeff adds with a laugh.

“I talked to him once,” Eddie grumbles out running his hands over his face. This cannot be happening.

Gareth laughs loudly and says, “Let me recall it.” He turns to Jeff and acts like he gets flustered as he says, “Uh. Steve. Steve Harrington. You’re. Hi. Yeah. You. Uh. So Dustin and you. That’s cool. I. Well. Good seeing you!” Gareth then turns to run away quickly.

Jeff laughs loudly as Grant says, “Uh, guys?”

Eddie shakes his head as Gareth and Jeff ignore Grant to laugh about it until Grant yells, “Guys!”

They all look at him and notice him staring off. Eddie realizes that he’s staring at Jeff’s phone…which is still streaming.

They all seem to realize it at once and freak out. “Turn it off! Turn it off! End it!” Eddie yells as Grant drops the phone and Jeff scrambles to end the livestream.

They all pause and slowly look at Eddie who breathes out, “What are the chances that Steve wasn’t on that livestream and that everyone will forget about this?”

The rest of the boys slowly turn to look at each other with grim looks on their face.

“Oh no,” Eddie says burying his face in his hands. This is not going to be good.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Sure enough, the next day, there’s a viral TikTok going around of the movement that someone had screen recorded, and Eddie’s phone is spammed with texts from Dustin, annoyed at Eddie for never telling him about his pathetic crush on his babysitter.

Eddie ignores it and his friends attempt to drown out his sorrow with cake and platitudes of, “Hey, we’re actually gaining a lot of followers from this.”

Eddie just groans and buries his face in his bed. This cannot be happening.

“We did promise that we’d give our ten thousandth follower something special,” Jeff says. “So we still need to follow through with that.”

Eddie sighs, “I’m not going to message him.”

“Then I’m going to message him from our account and pretend to be you,” Jeff says.

As Gareth and Jeff encourage him, Eddie slowly sits up and says, “No. No. I’ll do it.” He begrudgingly reaches over and grabs his phone.

“And while you’re at it, people are complaining about you not doing that short cover so…” Gareth trails off as Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Okay, well we’re going to go pick up some food and give you some space so you don’t kill us,” Jeff says while grabbing Grant and Gareth and dragging them away.

“Thank you!” Eddie yells after them.

“But you’re not getting food unless you’ve sent him a message!” Jeff yells before closing the front door.

Eddie sighs and takes a deep breath before he glances at this phone, ignoring all the text notifications from Dustin, but he becomes curious about the text from a number he doesn’t have saved. He clicks on it.

As your 10,000th follower, do I still get to request something?

This is Steve Harrington by the way

Eddie nearly throws his phone but swipes to Dustin’s texts instead typing out, YOU GAVE STEVE MY NUMBER????

He scrolls through the dozens of texts, noticing a sequence of important texts he missed.

can i give steve your number? he’s asking me for it

eddie i swear he’s not mad or anything

okay i can’t promise that but it didn’t sound like he was mad

eddieeeee

eddie stop ignoring me

if you don’t respond im going to send your number

okay

im sending it

if anything happens i expect to be the first to know!!! don’t make me find out from a tiktok ever again

Eddie takes a deep breath and reasons that at least now he knows the number is legitimate. He opens the texts from Steve and stares at them. There’s no way he can text him.

And for some reason, he immediately decides to call him with is arguably a thousand times worse, but before he can hang up, Steve already answers with a, “Hello?”

Eddie swallows and tries to remember how to speak. “Hi,” he croaks out before clearing his throat and trying again, “Shit. Hi.”

“Hi,” Steve says, sounding amused.

Eddie sighs and lays back on his bed. “So, what are the chances that you weren’t on the live stream and you didn’t see that video?”

“Zero.”

Eddie groans. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked TikTok yet, but have people found you and flooded your notifications?”

“Uh…” Steve trails off, sounding hesitant to answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes. God, I’m so stupid. I just completely forgot the livestream was going or I never would’ve dragged you into this mess.”

Steve pauses and asks, “And what if I told you that I’m glad you forgot it was still on?”

Eddie sits up. “What?”

“What if…” Steve pauses and Eddie hears rustling on his end as if he’s anxiously twisting around. “What if I told you that I know what I want as your ten thousandth follower.”

“To punch me?”

Steve laughs, and Eddie tries as hard as he can not to latch onto the noise. “To ask you on a date.”

Eddie freezes in shock. Yeah, this isn’t happening.

“Eddie? Are you still there?”

“Yup, still here,” Eddie manages to breathe out. He pauses before asking, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, “I kind of had a big crush on you in high school, too. And I may have redownloaded TikTok when I heard about your live stream.”

“No way,” Eddie calls him out.

“Yes way. You should ask my best friend Robin. She saw the live stream and timed the follow perfectly for me. Plus, she’s suffered through my crush on you and has always been mad at me for never doing anything about it.”

Eddie can’t believe it. “Steve, can you FaceTime me right now?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

Eddie clicks on the FaceTime button and waits until Steve’s face appears on the screen, further confirming it’s him and further freaking him out. Gosh, he hasn’t seen him in a while and he’s almost forgotten how gorgeous he is.

“Hey,” Steve says with a smile.

Eddie wants to melt into a pile of goo. “Hi.” He pauses for a second, getting a bit lost in seeing Steve’s smiling face on his phone. Then he remembers, “Oh! Okay, tell me again. But look me in the eye so I know you’re not lying.”

Steve chuckles and asks, “Eddie Munson, my secret high school crush, will you go on a date with me and fulfill the promise you made to all your followers?”

Eddie smiles and says, “Yes.”

-:-:-:-:-:-

A few days later, Eddie posts an update on the Corroded Coffin TikTok with a video of him singing a sneak peak of their new song then glancing off camera to ask, “Does my ten thousandth follower like it?”

Off camera, there’s a voice that sounds exasperated as they say, “How many times are you going to call me that instead of your boyfriend?”

Eddie puts his guitar down and rushes off camera quickly with a smile, but then the voice asks, “Did you end the video?”

Eddie pauses before saying, “No.”

“This is going to be a lasting issue isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Eddie confesses.

Then, the mystery man appears in the shot, revealing Steve’s smiling face before he ends the video.

Once again, the video ends up going viral, and soon enough, Eddie is celebrating 50k with all the band members along with Steve (and Dustin who is very mad to find out about their relationship via the second TikTok). But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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enticingmelanin · 2 months ago

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Work Husband: An Aaron Pierre Fic

Work Husband || Aaron Pierre x Precious Lee

Starring Aaron Pierre and Precious Lee as themselves and how I imagine them to be.

Rating: E for Erotic.

Word Count: 11k+

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Explicit Language. 18+ Only.

Summary: Precious Lee is taking the fashion world by storm. From Harper’s Bazaar to Vogue, she’s captivated the industry with her striking beauty, undeniable presence, and curves that command the camera. With Oscar season around the corner—and fashion front and center—she’s one of the most sought-after supermodels of the moment. When Vanity Fair offers her a prime opportunity, it comes with an unexpected twist: a collaboration with Hollywood’s new leading man, Aaron Pierre. It’s supposed to be all glamour, work, and fun… but as sparks fly and fans speculate, it might turn into something much more.

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Moonlight slipped through the curtains, casting soft light over a blend of hard muscle and plush curves. Precious’ almond-shaped eyes fluttered open at the subtle shift beside her. Slowly, she turned over and observed the culprit.

His head rested against a fluffy pillow, one arm draped possessively around her waist. Long lashes fanned across his cheeks, casting delicate shadows. His lips — full, slightly pouty, extremely kissable, bordered by neat facial hair — were parted in peaceful sleep.

She let her gaze trace each line and angle of his face, memorizing him. He looked innocent like this, but hours earlier, he had been anything but. Every skillful, explicit thing he’d done to her — and her to him — played in her mind like a reel she never wanted to end.

She hadn’t seen this coming. The flirting, sure. Her crush had definitely started to bloom. But a business venture that began six months ago? She never expected it to unravel into something like this…

Six months earlier...

"Home sweet home," Precious huffed as she collapsed onto her bed. She had been away slaying runways and taking names. Mugler was her last gig in New York before finally flying back home to LA to enjoy her break. The only thing she had lined up was a simple meeting in an hour—but that was easy, especially in the comfort of her own space.

Her bedroom was its own little sanctuary, cloaked in deep coffee-colored walls and wrapped in warmth. Crisp white bedding lay over a comfy mattress, layered with plush, cocoa-toned throws and velvet pillows in soft mocha. Abstract art and wood accents adorned the space, and a vintage chandelier cast a golden glow that softened the room's elegance. Her apartment was a celebration of brown shades, reflecting the love of her blackness.

To knock out a bit of jet lag before her meeting, she brewed a hot mug of Earl Grey. After a few sips, she slipped into a quick, refreshing shower and changed into a comfortable brown slip maxi dress. Her feet were in heaven as they slid into her favorite tan fur slippers.

She made her way into her home office, a zen-like space with dark olive walls, bonsai plants, and light wood furnishings. A positive affirmation hung behind her minimalist desk, and a soft pendant globe light hovered above like a personal moon. Everything was curated, calm, and intentional—her perfect bubble.

As she powered up her iMac, her phone buzzed. A text notification popped up from her manager, Luiz.

Luiz 💰: I have a surprise for yooou.

Her eyebrow arched.

Precious: And what could that be I wonder... Luiz: Here's a hint. 🦁 Precious: I'm lost, sir. lol Luiz: Ha! Log on, we're starting soon. You'll see then.

She shook her head at his sneakiness and joined the Vanity Fair meeting marked on her calendar for 3 p.m.

"Hey, superstar!" Luiz greeted her happily. His salt-and-pepper hair and warm expression gleamed through the screen.

"Hey, sunshine," she replied with a smile, her voice soft and sweet.

A few more faces joined the call, then the last screen loaded and completely threw her off balance.

Aaron Pierre.

His handsome face sat beautifully in a square on her screen. Golden complexion. Strong jawline. Full lips with a thoughtful curl. Thick brows arched above his intense eyes. He wore a gray button-down shirt, the fabric resting over his broad frame with two buttons casually undone. His presence was magnetic and quietly intense.

"Welcome, everyone! My name is April Watson, I'm a rep for Vanity Fair. Precious, it's lovely to see you again. Aaron, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," she greeted, confirming Precious wasn’t hallucinating.

They exchanged pleasantries, but the deep richness of Aaron’s voice had her slightly entranced.

"Let’s get to the meat and potatoes. On behalf of Vanity Fair and Yves Saint Laurent, we would love to have you both as brand ambassadors for the new fashion season. This includes being featured in VF content and guests to our annual Oscar party," April announced, glancing at both of them.

Precious smiled as Aaron nodded in acknowledgment.

"So what does this all entail?" she asked.

April read off the details: "You'll have a photoshoot for the launch of YSL's new fragrances. You'll both be honorary guests at their show during Paris Fashion Week. YSL will also be making custom pieces for each of you to wear to our Oscar Party. And finally, you’ll be featured on our YouTube and socials for a 'Get Unready With Me' video after the fashion show. Sound good?"

"Sounds good. I'm only concerned about the YouTube video because I don’t do much for my skin. There’s not much to see on my end," Aaron said.

"No worries. There’s nothing you're obligated to use, so you both can do what you want and give commentary as you see fit," April assured him.

"I’m fine with taking the lead on that since I have a whole skincare routine. You can chime in whenever, Aaron. I’ll let them judge me, they’ll be seated to see you anyway," Precious joked, her bubbly personality shinning through and Aaron softly chuckled.

“Nah. I’m sure they’ll be hanging off your every word to achieve your beauty. I’ll just observe the master at work” he replied with a kind smile.

Precious’ high cheekbones lifted as she returned his warmth.

"See? This is the dream team already," April grinned.

The rest of the meeting was filled with discussions—travel accommodations, dates, times, brainstormed looks for the Paris show and the Oscar party. They traded preferences to help coordinate their aesthetics.

Privately, their offers were sent and signed, both teams agreeing to the terms. After about an hour and a half, they wrapped up and said their goodbyes.

Moments later, Luiz texted her.

Luiz: lmao You should’ve seen your face. Precious: Hush! 😂 Was I lookin crazy? Luiz: No, I just know you even when you don’t say it. lol Precious: This is super exciting. Thanks for always looking out for me. 💕 Luiz: Always, superstar! 🤩

Later, nestled into her caramel-brown couch with Netflix queued up and Uber Eats in hand, she found her thoughts drifting. She didn’t know Aaron personally, but she was already a fan of his work. She’d even caught a few of his interviews. He seemed reserved but playful, a little mysterious, not one to be caught in the mix unless it was for the work.

Just like her.

She hoped this opportunity would feel more like fun than business — for both of them.

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3 months earlier...

Some time had passed since the Vanity Fair meeting. Precious had enjoyed her break at home and even took a two-week vacation in St. Barts. She worked hard, so it was only right that she played harder. She got plenty of pics in the sun with family and friends out there. It was one thing to pose in front of a camera for work, but there was nothing like living in the moment and capturing a special memory with loved ones. She ate well, drank well, enjoyed excursions, and was the closest thing to a mermaid while enjoying the Caribbean Ocean.

The sun had done her skin well, leaving her sun-kissed and glowing—perfect timing for the fragrance photoshoot with Yves Saint Laurent.

The shoot was set at an upscale home in Napa Valley. The front of the estate was a vision of elegance and wealth—clean white walls, tall columns, and black-trimmed windows framed by lush greenery and perfectly manicured landscaping. Out back, it was even more breathtaking—a grand courtyard wrapped in arched stone hallways, topiary gardens, and a serene pool at the center with a fountain behind it that whispered luxury.

Final touches to her hair and makeup were done, leaving her with a soft, radiant beat. Her hair, a glossy jet black, fell down her back, with softly bumped bangs resting over her brows. She was bathed in YSL Libre Flowers & Flames perfume. Creamy coco-palm tree, lilies, orange blossom, and vanilla hovered in the air. Luiz escorted her to the backyard where they’d be shooting first. The lush greenery out back was even more stunning than she imagined.

As they neared the YSL team and photographer, she spotted the back of Aaron, speaking to his publicist Ashton—who she recognized from the meeting. Luiz greeted everyone, drawing their attention, and Precious followed suit. Aaron turned as she stepped beside him, ready to greet him.

A smile spread across his lips as he leaned in for a hug. Pleasantly surprised, she met him halfway, returning his gentle embrace. He was tall, broad, and commanding, but his energy was soft—like a gentle giant. The scent of YSL’s L’Homme lingered from his skin and clothing—notes of cardamom, basil, and cedarwood.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you in person, truly,” he greeted, his deep, London-accented voice vibrating in her ear.

“Are you kidding? I’m honored to meet you,” Precious replied as they pulled away. They introduced their managers, and then the photographer, Tyler Mitchell, was ready to begin.

“Precious, we’re going to shoot you in front of this pillar. We want to keep the perfume as a focal point, so keep it near to your body, but do what comes naturally. This is your world, we’re just living in it,” Tyler instructed with a snicker.

A giggle escaped her lips as she took her place against the pillar. Then it was lights, camera, action. Precious moved with ease, commanding the camera from every angle. Her black mock neck maxi dress flowed with each pose, hugging every curve. Luiz and Tyler hyped her up, boosting her confidence. All lights, lenses, and eyes were on her. One pair of greenish-gray eyes, in particular, carried a quiet intensity she could feel.

Aaron was intrigued as he watched her work in real time, a master of her craft. He wasn’t always tuned into the who’s who and what’s what, but he had taken the time to do his research. What he saw in person exceeded everything he’d read. Photos didn't do her beauty justice. She was captivating—and he hoped to learn from her as he ventured further into fashion and modeling.

After many takes and Precious selecting her favorites, it was Aaron’s turn. They moved from the yard to the living room. He was instructed to sit on the step that led down into the space. The glossy wood floors contrasted perfectly with his tan ribbed pants and knitted black cardigan, which was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of his sculpted torso. The fabric hugged his toned frame just right. His sleeves were pushed up, revealing a sleeve tattoo on his left arm that caught Precious’ attention.

Her thick bottom lip found its way under her teeth as she watched him.

He’s a natural. Gorgeous, she thought.

A snicker beside her made her turn toward Luiz.

“What?” she whispered.

“You could replenish a pool the way you’re drooling over him,” he whispered back, poking her side.

Her eyes squinted in a playful scowl. “Hardy har har. Shut it, Lue.”

He chuckled and put his hands up in surrender.

Precious made a conscious effort to keep her expression neutral as she continued watching Aaron. He was magnetic, effortlessly shifting his facial expressions to evoke different moods. She couldn’t fathom how anyone could focus on the cologne bottle perched on his lap when he was clearly the star of the shot.

Once Tyler was satisfied with Aaron’s solo takes, and they’d picked out the best, it was time to shoot them together. Precious felt a flutter of nerves, but she drowned them out with Megan Thee Stallion’s Right Now playing in her mind.

“So tea, I’m a walkin’ exclusive (hmm)

Bitches only get mad when the shoe fit

I’m the model you bitches is built like

How the fuck you want beef with the blueprint?”

“How’d I do?” Aaron asked as they came together in front of the open double doors showcasing the vibrant backyard.

“No critique needed. You’re a natural,” she replied, meeting his gaze.

He smiled, pleased. “Well, I’m learning from one of the best. Just following your lead.”

“Glad to be of service,” she said, glancing over to Tyler to keep from blushing too hard.

“All right, guys. We’re going for something romantic but cozy here. No pressure. Just do what feels natural. I’ll direct you as needed,” Tyler said. They nodded.

Aaron looked to Precious. “Like I said, I’m following your lead. I trust you know how to move and what’ll work best. Just move me as you see fit.”

Precious tilted her head, a lopsided grin forming on her lips. “I’m flattered, truly. Just let me know if anything’s uncomfortable for you. This shoot is just as much yours as it is mine.”

Aaron nodded in agreement.

They moved together seamlessly, shifting naturally from pose to pose like a routine only they knew. At one point, Precious slipped behind Aaron, wrapping her arms gently around his torso, her cheek resting tenderly against his back. Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft serenity washing over her face, while Aaron leaned his head back, his expression calm.

From there, they pivoted slowly. Aaron turned to face her, and Precious rested her hands on his chest, her gaze lifted to meet his with a softness that felt almost sacred. He gently cupped her jaw, foreheads nearly touching, as if they were suspended in a moment outside of time.

As the camera clicked, Precious moved gracefully, lifting herself to perch atop the back of the plush brown couch in the room. Her long leg crossed effortlessly over Aaron’s shoulder after he sat, left hand brushing through her hair, the other balancing her pose with ease. Aaron leaned back into the seat, his arm draped casually over her thigh. His face was fierce, while hers was softly seductive. Their chemistry was effortless, magnetic—their bodies angled in perfect symmetry, embodying power, sensuality, and poise. The photographer didn't need to say a word; they owned the frame.

"That's the money shot right there! That's a wrap, everybody. Great job!" Tyler announced with excitement.

They shared a high five, both relieved and happy to have successfully completed the shoot. Everything had gone smoothly, a welcomed relief for them both.

After reviewing their photos together, they each headed to their designated rooms in the house to change back into the outfits they’d arrived in. As Precious slipped into her navy blue bodysuit and pulled a gray hoodie over it, her mind lingered on the images of them. It was hard to ignore how well they looked together. She shook her head, brushing the thought away, and grabbed her belongings. After saying goodbye to the makeup artist, hairstylist, and YSL team, she joined Luiz in the driveway near their car.

"All set?" he asked.

"Yup," she replied, her eyes subtly scanning for a glimpse of Aaron.

“Lover boy's right there,” Luiz teased, gesturing toward the doorway with a tilt of his chin.

Precious sucked her teeth and stuck her tongue out at him, then made her way to Aaron as he stepped out of the house.

Aaron’s eyes sparkled, a smile already forming on his lips as she approached. “Thought you made a great escape without saying bye,” he joked.

She gasped in mock offense, placing a hand to her chest with the faintest smile playing on her lips. “I would never. I was just looking for you.”

Aaron chuckled and pulled her into a hug. Precious relished the warmth of his embrace and the feel of his toned frame as she gently rubbed his back.

“Get home safe,” she said as they pulled apart.

“You too. See you in Paris.”

“See ya then. Bye, Ashton!” she called out, waving to Ashton as the brunette made her way out of the house.

Ashton waved back with a friendly smile as she joined Aaron on their walk to the car.

As the black SUV rolled past and made its way down the driveway, Aaron was already looking forward to the next time he'd see the curvy beauty again.

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1 month earlier...

"Aaron Pierre and Precious Lee Stun In YSL Campaign"

— Vanity Fair

"Precious Lee and Aaron Pierre Get Cozy In New YSL Libre Ads"

— People

"The Lion King and the Supermodel: Aaron Pierre and Precious Lee Give Black Love for Saint Laurent"

— Essence

A new article or post seemed to pop up every hour, sending a flood of notifications to Precious’ phone. Yves Saint Laurent had officially launched the new fragrance campaign, and all eyes were on the photos of her and Aaron. The campaign was being received well—better than she expected. Sure, there were a few haters in the comments, but the majority of the feedback, from both supporters and curious onlookers, was overwhelmingly positive.

On the way to the airport, Precious logged out of Instagram and disengaged from the madness—good madness, but madness nonetheless. She was never one to get caught up in the chaos of social media. She indulged in content quietly through her finsta, keeping up with topics that mattered to her: spirituality, fashion, film, makeup. She let the world see what she wanted them to see and kept the rest for herself.

Through the tinted window, she observed the sleek planes lined up on the tarmac of the private airport. YSL had a jet ready for her and Aaron’s teams to fly to Paris. She felt the familiar flutter of pre-travel anxiety, but it was laced with excitement. Not just for Paris—the city always felt like a dream—but also for the possibility of getting to know Aaron better. He was still a bit of a mystery. Then again, so was she. She just hoped he was handling the surge of attention from their collaboration well, especially after going viral during his Mufasa: The Lion King press tour.

The black Suburban rolled to a slow stop beside a pristine white jet, a red carpet unfurled on the steps to greet them. Her chauffeur opened the door and helped her out. She offered a soft "thank you" as she slung her large black Chanel Deauville bag over her shoulder. Then she reached back into the SUV for an Erewhon drink tray—her favorite iced matcha latte in one hand, a chai latte in the other, hoping Aaron would like it.

Luiz and her publicist Monica flanked her as their luggage was loaded. Inside the jet, warm greetings passed between teams already settling in.

"Aaron’s in the back if you want to join him," Ashton said, gesturing toward the private lounge area.

Precious made her way through the plane to find Aaron already relaxing in the cozy nook. His face lit up when he saw her.

“The star is here,” he teased, standing to greet her.

She giggled, setting her things down on the plush beige seat across from him. “Oh, please. You’re a star in your own right, Mr. Lion King.”

They embraced, his hug just as warm and grounding as before.

“’Preciate it,” he said as they both settled in.

“Brought you this,” she said, sliding the chai over to him. “Didn’t feel right showing up empty-handed. Hope it’s still hot.”

Aaron looked pleasantly surprised. He took a sip and let the flavors settle on his tongue. “It’s delicious. Thank you, that was really thoughtful.”

“Anytime. How’ve you been? I know it’s probably been a whirlwind.”

He hummed in thought. “I’ve been good, yeah. Things have definitely been crazy, but in the best way. I’m immensely grateful. What about you?”

“Same. Keeping busy.”

“I heard you were just on the cover of Vogue. Congrats.”

Her heart warmed. “Aw, thank you! And congrats to you. You’ve been killing it. I saw the film, it was beautiful. You all did a wonderful job.”

“Thank you.” He smiled. “So what’s next for you once we wrap our... work marriage?”

Precious grinned. “Thankfully I have time for a break after this. I love the work, but the traveling, socializing, time zones... it catches up. I’m all about balance.”

Aaron nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I get it. I’m heading back to London for some downtime before filming Lanterns. Then I need a proper vacation somewhere quiet.”

Conversation flowed easily as the plane rose into the clouds. They touched on everything—favorite foods, art, how they got started, dream travel spots. It felt natural, like reconnecting with someone you already knew.

“Funny enough,” Aaron said, “when I was a teen, I wanted to be a criminologist.”

Precious tilted her head thoughtfully. “I can see that. It fits.”

His brow lifted in intrigue. “You think so?”

“Yeah... I mean, I know we haven’t known each other long, but from what I have seen, you strike me as incredibly observant. As an actor, I imagine you have to tune into the smallest details, really step into someone else’s world. That kind of empathy, that depth, it’s the same thing someone in criminology would need,” she said thoughtfully, taking the last sip of her matcha.

Aaron blinked, clearly impressed by how much she’d picked up in such little time. “Seems like you’re just as observant.”

She chuckled. “It’s the Virgo in me. I swear I was a detective in a past life. I love a good true crime series, but I’m way too sensitive to actually do that job.”

He smiled, enjoying the layers of her he was slowly uncovering.

Precious stretched with a soft yawn. “Whew, excuse me. I’ve been trying to prep my body for the time difference, so I should get some rest while I can. You should, too.”

He smirked. “I will. Enjoy your nap.”

She winked at him as she slipped on her AirPod Max, rain sounds playing softly to help lull her to sleep with noise cancellation on. After turning off the light above her, she curled into the plush couch in a fetal position and quickly drifted off.

Aaron watched her for a moment. She looked peaceful. There was something grounding about her presence. As much as he’d been in the spotlight lately, it was nice to be beside someone who brought a sense of ease—made him feel a sense of belonging.

Eventually, his own eyes grew heavy. He quietly grabbed a blanket for her, draping it gently over her before grabbing one for himself. He turned off the rest of the lights and leaned back in his seat, finally letting sleep take him, too.

The flight passed quickly. After more than ten hours, they landed in Paris and checked into Château des Fleurs. A quick bite, and then the whirlwind began—fittings, prep, and everything leading up to the big night.

Precious showered and began her skincare and body routine before settling into the chair, letting her glam team work their magic.

Her long kinky-straight ponytail sat high and proud like a crown, with sleek braided sides adorned in shimmering silver beads that trailed into the ponytail. Her skin glowed golden under the lights. Sharp winged liner gave her eyes a fierce elegance, and her deep berry lips looked soft and inviting.

She slipped into the look YSL selected just for her—a silver-and-white dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The fabric shimmered under the lights, its plunging neckline teasing just enough of her breasts, while delicate chains draped the shoulders and hem. Her towering white Saint Laurent Jodie heels increased her height, making her even more of a stallion.

Her accessories sealed the look: a dazzling, thick silver choker wrapped around her neck, catching light from every angle. Diamond stud earrings twinkled at her ears. Her nails—long white stilettos, intricately decorated—complimented the outfit perfectly, adding an extra layer of bold luxury.

She didn’t just look beautiful. She looked powerful. Undeniable.

“Oh, you are about to turn heads!” Luiz beamed as Precious stepped into the suite’s living room. Her team echoed the sentiment as she gave them a playful 360.

Downstairs, the lobby buzzed with Fashion Week chaos. As they neared the entrance, her eyes locked on Aaron, He was mesmerizing in a silky rose-gold top that lit up his eyes, perfectly tailored black slacks, patent leather shoes, and a long white coat trimmed with appliqués that matched those on her dress. A silver watch gleamed on his wrist.

Damn…

She cleared her throat, smiling as she closed the distance. Aaron’s eyes swept over her slowly.

“You… look amazing. You sure you're not walking the runway?” he said with a smirk.

“If I am, they better run me my coin,” she laughed. “You look dashing yourself. I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Thanks. Just following in your footsteps.”

“Ready for the blinding lights?” Ashton asked.

“Born ready. Let’s do this,” Precious replied.

The hotel doors opened to a wall of flashing cameras. Aaron took her hand, guiding her gracefully down the steps. They posed for photographers—his hand on her waist, hers resting gently on his back—while fans and media called out their names. After waving and Precious blowing kisses, they were swept into a black Sprinter headed to the show.

At the foot of the Eiffel Tower, the lights of the iconic structure shimmered beneath the night sky. Cameras captured every step of their entrance, the chemistry between them impossible to ignore. They were seated beside Idris and Sabrina Elba, with Austin Butler on Precious' other side. Warm greetings and group photos followed before the show began.

Aaron couldn’t help watching Precious as she watched the models. Her expressions, the way her eyes lit up—it was clear she was in her element. Fashion was her joy.

The collection blended sensual minimalism with bold shapes and color. Models floated down the runway in sheer, body-hugging fabrics, sharp-shouldered blazers, and rich tones. The atmosphere was electric, elegant, intimate, and unmistakably Saint Laurent.

Later, after a late dinner, Vanity Fair set up in Precious’ suite for their 'Get Unready With Me' segment. Precious, fresh from another shower, wore a blush silk cami and pants set, wrapped in a fluffy white robe. Her hair was now in a neat bun on top of her head. She arranged her skincare neatly on the marble double sink.

Aaron joined her, now in a white tank and gray sweats, his muscular build hard to ignore. Precious tried not to stare—unsuccessfully.

"You got me beat," he teased, eyeing her products.

"You’ll be fine. The girlies will be too distracted to count your bottles.”

“Will they be distracted… or will you?” he said with a sly look.

Her breath hitched, his boldness catching her off guard. She licked her lips as she glanced down evading his stare. Instantly she knew he caught her eyes lingering on him.

Aaron smirked. “Didn’t mean to tempt you. Should’ve picked a different top.”

Her lips quirked at the corners, matching his boldness without missing a beat. "Sir, you're not tempting me, I just have eyes. And let’s not forget, you were the one staring earlier."

He arched a brow, meeting her gaze. “Touché.”

A VF rep cued the cameras and they began their assignment.

“Hey, Vanity Fair. I’m Aaron Pierre,” Precious began, playful.

“I’m Precious Lee,” he added with a chuckle.

“And we’re getting unready after the YSL show for Paris Fashion Week,” she finished with a grin.

Aaron started with his PanOxyl soap bar while Precious massaged in her Tatcha cleansing balm. They would show each item and explain what they were used for.

“This part’s always bittersweet 'cause this look was so pretty, but I swear by this stuff. Not a speck of makeup will be left on your face,” she said to the camera.

“Mind you, she’s already pretty without it,” Aaron added, drying his face with a towel.

"Stop, before you get me dragged in the comments," Precious joked as she moved on to her Youth To The People cleanser.

"Aye, behave out there," Aaron added, playfully pointing at the camera while applying his moisturizer.

"Done," he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her continue through her routine.

She sucked her teeth in mock annoyance. "Men... they have it so easy."

He chuckled. "Acne put me through hell as a teen. I earned this."

"Hmm... fair enough."

They traded commentary on the show and teased a few upcoming projects as Precious glided through the rest of her routine—Paula’s Choice toner, The Ordinary soothing serum, Estée Lauder Night Repair, and Tatcha’s Dewy Cream to seal it all in.

"Voilà! That’s how I treat my skin after big events," she said with a flourish.

Aaron nodded. "I’m actually impressed, but that looked like a lot."

"At this point, I’m used to it. I love skincare. It’s self-love for me."

"Maybe you can teach me how to be a pro at it," he said with a smile.

"You need nothing," she replied, reaching up to cup his chin. "Do you see his skin? It’s perfect. On and off screen this man has no pores."

Aaron laughed at her theatrics, and she joined in.

"This was actually fun," he said.

"It was! I mean, it’s not every day I get to do skincare with a DC superhero."

"Might have to steal the suit and run this back with you," he teased with a sly grin.

"Welp, looks like you have to invite us back, Vanity Fair. Until next time—goodnight, loves! Say goodnight, Aaron."

"Goodnight, Aaron," he quipped, making her laugh into his shoulder.

Aaron called out to the living room that they were done, and the rep came in to stop the recording. They were told bottles of champagne were waiting on their balconies and decided to celebrate.

Precious stepped out and sighed, taking in the twinkling view of the Eiffel Tower. "I love it here. The view's always so beautiful."

Aaron’s eyes locked on her. "Yeah... it is."

She caught his burning stare and gave a shy smile. He popped the bottle of Dom Pérignon and poured their glasses.

"To a successful night, an eventful week, and continued success for us both," he said, raising his glass.

"Wait, I gotta get a picture of this," Precious exclaimed, lifting her phone to snap their joined flutes.

She posted it to her IG Story, then turned the screen to show him.

He smiled and reshared the post to his story after following her back.

"Ooh, I get a follow now?" she teased, brow raised.

"Of course. You seem like a safe bet."

"Well, cheers to that," she replied, clinking her glass with his before taking a sip.

They enjoyed a few quiet moments, sipping slowly, the soft sounds of the city rising up around them, lights flickering from buildings in the distance.

"Is it crazy that I don’t want the night to end?" Aaron asked suddenly, his voice low, thoughtful.

Precious turned toward him with a soft grin. "Honestly? No. I feel the same. This is... nice. Getting to know you beyond the surface. I can’t really imagine doing all this with anyone else at this point."

That signature smirk curved his lips. "Same here. Neither can I," he said gently, his British accent making the words feel even more intimate. He glanced at the time on his phone and sighed. "As much as I don’t want to go to bed, I should. And you should too, we’ve got more in store tomorrow."

Precious nodded, and they brought the champagne inside, locking the balcony doors behind them. They walked together toward the suite’s entrance, quiet but comfortable. Before parting, Aaron turned and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

"Goodnight," he murmured, his breath warm as it tickled her skin.

"Goodnight, Aaron," she whispered back.

As the door clicked shut behind him, she leaned against it with a sigh, her heart thudding quietly in her chest.

There was no denying it now. The line between business and something more had begun to blur...

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11 hours earlier...

"Aaron Pierre and Precious Lee Take Over Paris"

— Vogue

"Get Unready With Precious Lee and Aaron Pierre After YSL Show in Paris"

— Vanity Fair: YouTube

"Explore the Stunning Looks of Aaron Pierre and Precious Lee During Paris Fashion Week"

— W Magazine

"From Runway to Romance? Aaron Pierre and Precious Lee Heat Up Paris"

— Essence

Fashion Week had been a hit. The media was enamored, and engagement had skyrocketed. Everyone understood they were a package deal for YSL’s campaign, but even the most skeptical couldn't ignore the spark between them—smoldering gazes, subtle flirting, lingering touches. Across blogs and social media, speculation ran wild. Where did the brand end and the chemistry begin?

Precious and Aaron remained unbothered, moving through the following weeks with ease. They kept working, kept flowing, just being themselves. The headlines were tame enough that neither team felt the need to step in. This came with the territory—and truthfully, neither of them could, or wanted to, deny that something was bubbling beneath the surface.

They'd exchanged numbers back in Paris. When they weren’t appearing at events together, they were texting or FaceTiming—talking about everything and nothing at all. That energy carried right into Oscar night as they prepared for the annual Vanity Fair party. She was now back in LA staying at the Four Seasons.

While Precious had her makeup done by none other than Danessa Myricks, she tapped away on her phone.

Aaron: Kel’s comin with Sophia. We’ll link with them inside. Precious: Yay! Can’t wait to meet them. I’ve only met Sophia in passing, but she’s sweet. Aaron: They’re both excited to see u Precious: What have u been saying about me? 👀 Aaron: Wouldn’t u like to know 😏 Precious: Aaron… Aaron: I love when u say my name.

Precious giggled and pressed her lips together, trying not to smile too wide as Danessa worked.

“Girl, you’re not gonna need blush with the way you keep cheesin’,” Danessa teased as she dusted bronzer onto her cheekbones.

“Sorry, Nessa. I’ll be still,” Precious replied, still grinning.

Precious: Are u bein fresh with me Mr. Pierre? Aaron: Oh…I might like Mr. Pierre more. Precious: Behave so I don’t mess up my makeup Aaron: I make no promises. Can’t wait to see u. Precious: The feeling’s mutual 🫦 Aaron: Be careful with that lip. Precious: Or what? Aaron: Keep playin and you’ll find out. Precious: That a promise? Aaron: You’ll see.

His reply made her stomach flutter. She took a breath and tried to refocus, snapping photos and videos of her hair and makeup session.

“All set, my love,” Danessa announced, finishing the final coat of mascara.

Precious’ makeup was striking—her lids dusted in copper-gold glitter that caught the light with every blink. Her skin glowed with a dewy radiance, accentuating her cheekbones and rich complexion. Glossy nude-brown lips added the perfect touch of sensuality, while wisps of wavy hair framed her face. The rest was slicked back into a romantic bun adorned with scattered pearl clips.

"You're my fairy godmother. Thank you so much," she said, rising to hug Danessa.

"Anytime, love. This face is the perfect canvas," Danessa replied, returning the embrace.

Precious thanked her hairstylist, then headed to the bedroom to change into her custom gown with the help of her stylist.

The gown hugged her curves in a mermaid silhouette that flared dramatically at the bottom. Shimmering gold fabric kissed the light with each step. The off-the-shoulder neckline accentuating her ample bosom and shoulders, while minimal gold rings and nude stiletto nails completed the look with timeless elegance.

Once her Saint Laurent Babylone heels were strapped on, she did a slow spin in the mirror before stepping back into the living room. The team fawned over her as Danessa applied one last touch—her Dew Wet Hydrating Balm in Hot Water—to make Precious' melanin gleam like liquid gold.

“Great job, everyone. Let’s get this princess to the ball!” Luiz cheered, escorting her down to the lobby, the click of her heels providing the perfect soundtrack.

In the Sprinter, her thoughts drifted to Aaron. She hadn’t seen his look yet, but she knew he’d deliver. Part of her wished they’d arrived together—but they were keeping things balanced. Whatever this was between them, they owned the narrative. Everyone else was just along for the ride.

The van pulled up to the venue, the red carpet alive with media and celebrities. Luiz and her publicist guided her through the chaos. Up ahead, she spotted Aaron’s team and the tall silhouette she could recognize anywhere.

"You’ll be on the first circle after Aaron moves to the second. We’ll meet you at the end," Luiz briefed her.

Aaron’s team cleared, and there he was.

He stood on a gold circle with the Vanity Fair logo, giving pure class and sex appeal in a sleek, long-sleeved black wrap top and matching tailored pants—like a high-fashion martial arts uniform. A gold watch peeked from his sleeve, and a mix of gold and silver YSL brooches adorned his collar.

“Loverboy looks good, but I need you to snap out of it and pose, babe,” Luiz whispered, pulling her out of her daze.

She chuckled and shook her head, stepping onto the now vacant gold circle—Aaron now posing on the second. Instantly, the cameras snapped.

“Precious, over here!”

“Beautiful!”

“Give us that smile!”

She flowed through poses with ease, soaking in the attention—but it was his gaze burning into her side that made her glow.

Aaron had fallen into a quiet trance watching her, photographers calling his name as background noise. When their eyes finally locked, she couldn’t stop the radiant smile that lit up her face. He stepped toward her, and she met him halfway—arms looping around his neck, his hands settling at her waist in an intimate embrace.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he murmured, eyes tracing her features.

“Thank you. You look suave as always. I love how you tied in your love for jiu-jitsu,” she replied.

“Ever observant,” he said with a smirk, guiding her by the waist to pose beside him.

Flashes erupted as they moved seamlessly together—media outlets sinking their teeth into this juicy moment. Their chemistry radiating as they moved from spot to spot.

“You’re keeping us on our toes,” Ashton teased as they reached the end of the carpet.

“We’re the dream team, remember?” Aaron replied.

“That you are,” Luiz added, leading them into the after-party.

Music pulsed through the space. After greeting a few familiar faces—and ignoring a few not-so-welcoming ones—they spotted Kelvin and Sophia at a tall table, drinks in hand.

Kelvin was dashing in a navy blue suit with a black silk collar, perfectly tailored and effortlessly cool. Sophia, radiant as ever, wore a black silk halter dress that skimmed the floor, her bombshell curls cascading down her back like waves. The two of them a complimented each other perfectly.

"Well, dang," Sophia said with a grin, eyeing Precious from head to toe. "YSL did not come to play."

"Neither did you two," Precious said, pulling Sophia into a warm hug. "It's so good to see you."

"Same here," Sophia replied.

Aaron and Kelvin dapped each other up, pulling into a side-hug.

“You clean up alright,” Aaron joked.

Kelvin smirked. “I learned from the best.”

They all shared a laugh before Aaron got a glass of champagne for Precious and whiskey on the rocks for himself.

As he returned, he handed her the glass with a wink. "For the woman who stole the carpet."

They tapped glasses and were soon pulled into a round of group photos by a Vanity Fair photographer. The four of them posed together like a tight-knit crew. The energy between Aaron and Precious didn’t go unnoticed. In shot after shot, they looked effortlessly in sync. His hand resting gently at her waist, her leaning into his side, their eyes occasionally locked or laughing at some inside joke. They weren’t trying to play up the attraction—it was just there, natural and magnetic.

After the impromptu shoot, they moved through the party, mingling with other Black A-listers. Daniel Kaluuya came over with a warm hug for Aaron and a compliment for Precious' gown. Quinta Brunson shared a few jokes, capturing selfies with the group. Kelly Rowland snuck in a reel with Precious for Instagram, calling them the moment.

At one point, Danielle Brooks handed Precious her phone for a quick story video, and they all posed with glasses raised, giving the camera one smooth "cheers" and flawless smiles.

But not all attention was warm. A particular group nearby—styling the same forced smiles and barely concealed stares—gave competitive energy. Precious caught one of them whispering behind a lifted champagne flute, eyes fixed on her.

Aaron leaned in, voice low and sure in her ear. “Ignore that noise,” he said, brushing his hand down her back. “Let them talk. I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else but you.”

Precious glanced up at him, warmth spreading across her chest despite the chill in the air. She gave him a nod with a smile and clinked her glass against his again. Let them talk—she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As the night carried on with music thumping, lights flashing, and laughter echoing through the venue, Kelvin leaned in toward the group with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Aight,” he said, eyeing the four of them, “this is cute and all, but I vote we make a graceful escape and turn this into a chill night back at the hotel. Room service, drinks, and a good movie. You know…us.”

Sophia’s face lit up. “God, yes. My feet are killing me, and I’m starving.”

Aaron turned to Precious with a raised brow. “You in?”

She gave a soft smile. “Was already thinking about those fluffy hotel robes and truffle fries.”

That settled it. They informed their respective teams and made polite goodbyes to a few familiar faces. Their publicists arranged for a quiet exit through the back to avoid drawing more attention than necessary. A Sprinter was already waiting to shuttle them to the hotel.

Back in the comfort of Kelvin's suite, the energy immediately relaxed. Shoes came off, jewelry was tossed onto side tables, and laughter filled the air again. Room service menus were spread across the living room table. They placed a massive order: sliders, truffle fries, chicken tenders, pizza, their favorite drinks, and movie essential treats.

Sophia grabbed the remote and started browsing for movies while Precious went into the restroom and carefully removed the clips out her hair letting it fall down her back. Aaron and Kelvin took over the large white sectional couch, kicking off their shoes and unbuttoning the top of their dress shirts.

"Best part of the night, right here," Kelvin said, stretching his legs out.

"Facts," Aaron agreed, glancing toward Precious through the bathroom doorway with a smirk. "Definitely the company for me."

She grinned, her heart doing a quiet little somersault as she curled up beside him.

The aroma of their food soon filled the room, a thriller—Companion— played on the TV, and the kind of laughter that only came from people who were comfortable—truly seen—with each other.

The movie eventually came to an end, the credits rolling as the final bite of popcorn was claimed and last sip of prosecco was gulped. The room had dimmed, laughter fading into contented silence.

Kelvin stretched with a yawn. “Alright, y’all, I think that’s our cue. This food coma hittin’ hard.”

Sophia nodded, curling deeper into the corner of the couch. “Thanks for hanging out. This was a great way to end the night.”

Precious smiled as she gathered her things. “Thanks for hosting, this was everything.”

Aaron stood as well, casually brushing crumbs from his pants before picking up her glass and setting it down. “I’ll walk you back.”

The four of them exchanged warm goodnights and hugs. Kelvin tossed Aaron a knowing look paired with a smirk, while Sophia gave Precious a quick kiss on the cheek.

Aaron and Precious stepped out into the quiet hallway of the hotel, the plush carpet soft beneath their steps. It was a short journey to her suite, but they took their time, silence stretched between them. Not awkward silence, just thick with unspoken thoughts.

When they reached her door, Aaron turned toward her, his hands slipping into his pockets. “Tonight was fun,” he said, voice soft and genuine.

“It really was,” she replied, meeting his eyes with a warm smile.

He stepped just a little closer, the air thick with something unspoken. The dim lighting casting soft shadows across his face. “Honestly… being with you always is.”

She tilted her head, a soft curiosity written on her face

Aaron stepped a little closer, his voice lower now. “I know we’ve been trying to keep things light, going with the flow… but...”

He hesitated, then smiled to himself. “I care about you, P. More than I expected to. It’s not just the work, or the press. It’s you, all of you. The way you laugh, the way you show up, how you see me. And then there's your beauty. That's just the cherry on top.”

Precious gazed into his eyes with a smile spread across her lips.

This was more than a crush for him, too.

Her breath hitched slightly as he leaned in, slower this time.

Their lips met in a soft, cautious kiss, but the longer it went the deeper it got. Her hand reached up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The tension they’d been dancing around finally gave way to something real, warm, and hungry. He deepened the kiss with a hand at her waist, the other cradling her cheek like he didn’t want to let go.

When they finally pulled back, both slightly breathless, their foreheads rested together and they joined in soft laughter.

Aaron’s voice was a whisper against her skin. “Goodnight, gorgeous0.”

“Goodnight,” she murmured, a dazed smile on her lips.

He took a step back, clearly fighting the urge to kiss her again, and turned to his suite across from hers. Precious slipped into her room, heart pounding, back against the door the second it shut.

That man is gonna be the death of me...

After sending Luiz a sign of life, freshening up, and changing into her periwinkle cami and matching panties, she crawled into bed. The mattress was plush, the pillows and covers perfect—but sleep wouldn’t come. Her mind kept drifting to Aaron. The way his lips felt on hers, the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingertips, the way his eyes locked onto hers like she was the only one in the room. And that voice… that voice had her dampening her panties more times than she cared to admit—like now.

Fuck it.

Precious was a go-getter—fierce, confident, and unapologetic. As a size 14, double-G breasted, statuesque woman, she’d learned early on not to shrink herself for anyone. If she wanted something, she claimed it—and right now, she wanted Aaron Pierre. Period.

She tied her fluffy white robe around her body, slid into her slippers, and grabbed her keycard. Just as she swung her door open, she was met by Aaron mid-knock.

They both froze, stunned by the perfect timing. Their eyes swept over each other, hungry. Precious swallowed hard. Aaron stood in a black tank that clung to his chest and black pajama pants that left little to the imagination—his arousal clearly outlined against the fabric.

The second their heated eyes met, they collided. Their kiss was urgent, mouths crashing as they stumbled backward into her suite. The door clicked shut behind them. Aaron pressed her against the wall, his tongue tangled with hers, lips smacking, her soft moans escaping between kisses. His fingers untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, his mouth moving down to her neck, kissing and sucking tenderly.

“I’ve wanted you… since Paris,” he growled, cupping her breasts with both hands.

“Mm... Me too. So much,” she whispered, the heat of his tongue at her neck sending a shiver through her.

He kissed his way back up to her lips, gently sucking her bottom lip before giving her a slow peck. Then, taking her hand, he led her to the gray sectional in the living room. Moonlight spilled across the room, casting everything in a soft, romantic glow. He sat back, legs parted, stormy blue-gray eyes rising to meet hers.

“Strip,” he commanded.

Precious bit her lip, arousal pulsing through her at the firmness in his voice. This was a new side of Aaron—confident, dominant, unreserved. And she liked it. A lot.

She grabbed the hem of her cami, lifting it over her head in one fluid motion and letting it fall to the floor. Aaron followed suit, revealing his sculpted chest, light hair dusting his skin, and a chiseled six-pack that made her mouth water. Her hands slid from the curve of her breasts, down the softness of her belly, until they reached the waistband of her panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, she stepped out of them.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, eyes devouring her. She thanked him softly, and he crooked a finger, beckoning her forward with a mischievous glint in his eye.

She moved toward him with a seductive sway of her hips, every step winding him tighter. As she straddled him, his arousal pressed hot and insistent against her center, drawing a low moan from both of them. His hands slid up her thighs to her waist, then he leaned in, taking her right nipple into his mouth with a soft suck that sent sparks shooting through her. A wet spot bloomed on the front of his pants as Precious ground against him, her soft moans encouraging him to give her left breast the same tender attention.

He pushed his hips up, making her gasp.

"Feel what you do to me, baby?" he murmured.

"Mmm... I want it."

"Not yet. Lay back," he said, gently guiding her to the side.

Precious settled against the pillows, one leg propped on the couch, the other grazing the carpet—completely open to him. She caught the flash of pink as Aaron wet his lips, eyes dark with hunger. He moved between her thighs, pushing her legs back for better access. His gaze lingered on her, and she watched the way his arousal twitched through the fabric of his pants.

"You know this pussy’s mine now, right?" he said lowly, trailing a finger slowly down her clit, through her slick folds, and into her aching center.

A whimper slipped from her lips, her body clenching around his thick finger. It was his—there was no denying it—but she wasn’t about to give in that easily.

"Prove it," she challenged, breathless.

One brow lifted at her boldness, his smirk dripping with confidence. "Be careful what you wish for, princess," he murmured.

He kissed down her thigh, his finger slipping free. Then, locking eyes with her, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean, savoring her. A deep hum of satisfaction rumbled in his chest.

When his lips pressed a delicate kiss to her pussy, Precious’ hips jerked into the couch. Aaron let out a soft chuckle.

"See... she's already so responsive to me, and I’ve barely touched her," he murmured against her heat.

She slipped her index finger into her mouth, her eyes locking with his—heavy with desire. She was undone by him, no use pretending otherwise. Her body trembled in anticipation of what that sinful mouth could do, and he didn’t disappoint.

His long tongue slid from between his plush lips, dragging slowly through her slick folds. When he reached her clit, he captured it in a slow, sensual suck that had her breath hitching.

His grip on her thick thighs tightened as her back arched.

"Gimme my pussy, baby," he whispered, voice thick with hunger.

The sight of him, eyes closed in focused pleasure as he devoured her, was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Her head tilted back with a soft cry as he slurped and kissed at her wetness, unrelenting.

“Oooh... oh my god,” she whimpered, her fingers twisting into the throw pillow behind her. Her right hand drifted to her breast, pinching her hard nipple in rhythm with the pleasure rippling through her body.

Her moans filled the room, echoing with need. Then she felt it—his tongue slipping inside her, deep and firm, while his thumb circled her clit with practiced ease. Through the haze of bliss, she caught a glimpse of his smirk, cocky and confident as her mouth fell open in helpless ecstasy, the fire inside her climbing higher.

He felt her clenching around his tongue and smoothly replaced it with his fingers, angling them just right to press against her G-spot.

“Ooh, shiiit. Right there, Daddy,” she whined, voice trembling.

“Yeah? My pretty pussy gonna cum for me?” he asked, fingers working her in a fluid “come hither” motion that made her hips jolt. His mouth returned to her clit, sealing over the sensitive bundle and sucking with purpose.

“Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum,” Precious cried out, her hand flying to the back of his head, anchoring him there. He groaned into her, the sound vibrating against her, and flicked his tongue rapidly. When he hummed against her clit and licked along her slick slit, it was over.

Her entire body tensed, then shook with the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed shut as the waves crashed through her. Fireworks. That’s what it felt like—exploding across every nerve.

Aaron didn’t let up. He eased his fingers out but kept his mouth there, letting her ride out the high against his face, lapping up every drop of her release like it was his reward. It coated his beard, just the way he liked.

As the tremors faded, he kissed her gently—soft kisses to her outer lips, then up the warm curve of her body. He peppered playful bites and soft kisses along the pudge of her stomach, drawing out a giggle from her lips. When he finally reached her face, he wore a smug, satisfied smirk, eyes locked on hers.

"That enough proof for you?" he asked, voice low and laced with seduction, his eyes flicking down to her lips.

"More than enough," she whispered, leaning in to capture his mouth in a sensual kiss. She moaned softly at the taste of herself still lingering on his tongue, the intimacy of it only further fueled the fire between them.

He pulled back slowly, his lips reluctantly parting from hers as he shifted to sit in the center of the couch. Lifting his hips, he tugged down his sweats, and his thick, girthy length dropped heavily against his thigh, a glisten of precum already beading formed at the tip. Precious felt her core pulse at the sight—her mouth practically watered. She always suspected he was packing from the confident way he carried himself, but seeing every glorious inch in front of her—nine inches of smooth caramel—shattered every fantasy she'd ever had.

Without breaking eye contact, Aaron rolled on a condom with practiced ease, then patted his lap. "Come sit on your dick, princess," he commanded, voice thick with hunger.

She didn’t need a second invitation.

With a sultry grace, she lifted herself and straddled him once more. His hands gripped her ass as she aligned herself, and with a slow, steady exhale, she sank down while he pushed up—inch by inch—until her tight, aching walls took him fully.

“Mmm… you’re so tight, baby,” Aaron groaned, his voice deep and thick with pleasure as her walls squeezed around him. Precious began to grind her hips slowly, adjusting to the size of him stretching her. His mouth found her chest, kissing and sucking at her warm skin before his hand reached up to her neck, guiding her lips to his. They shared a deep, heated kiss as her rhythm picked up, transitioning into a steady bounce on his length.

“Shhiiit… you feel so good,” she moaned, pulling back from the kiss. Aaron growled and delivered a sharp smack to her ass, making her gasp and clench around him. The encouragement only spurred her on—she rode him faster, the angle letting him reach deeper. Her head tilted back as she moaned to the ceiling, and his mouth claimed her nipple again, swirling his tongue around it while his hands greedily kneaded her ass.

Precious was lost in a thick, delicious fog of ecstasy. The curve of his dick hit every spot that made her melt, and her moans filled the room. As her breast slipped from his mouth, Aaron sat up and wrapped one large hand around her throat, squeezing just enough. She whimpered, locking eyes with him, her brows drawn together from the intensity. He licked his bottom lip, then bit down on it, thrusting up to meet her strokes.

“Oh shiiit, Aaron,” she cried out, her voice trembling as the grip on her neck combined with the deep stretch inside her pushed her higher.

“Mhm… take your dick like a big girl. That’s right,” he growled, watching her eyes flutter in bliss. His other hand locked onto her hip, holding her still as he began to pound up into her with hard, precise thrusts—each one delivered with intent, like he was trying to imprint himself inside her.

All those stolen looks, teasing texts, and restrained touches had led to this moment—he’d spent nights jerking off to the memory of her laugh, her curves, her scent. But now he had her, and he wasn’t stopping until he fucked her stupid...and to sleep.

Her pussy fluttered wildly around him, her release building like a storm. “Daddy,” she whimpered, reaching for his wrist with trembling fingers.

“Hmmm… yes, baby?” he murmured, driving into her even harder. He watched her face contort in pleasure, her mouth parted in soft moans and desperate whines. “Daddy makin’ that pussy feel good?” he drawled, breath hot and heavy against her lips.

“Sooo good… uuhn!” Precious shuddered, every nerve alight.

“Look at me,” Aaron commanded, and her lids fluttered open to meet his smoky gaze. “Cum for me.”

Her squeals and whimpers filled the room as tears of pleasure slid down her cheeks. “Yesss… uhn, fuck!” she cried, her body trembling around him.

Aaron groaned, feeling her walls clench and tug at him, drawing out his own release. He pulsed deep inside her, each shuddering thrust matching her ecstasy. As their movements slowed, he leaned in and captured her mouth in a long, slow kiss, their moans mingling as they rode out the high. Aaron’s hand landed gently on her ass giving it a pat.

“Go get on the bed,” he murmured against her lips, planting a soft peck there.

She whimpered and, with his steadying grip on her hips, slipped to her feet and padded over to the bed. Lying on her side, she slowly rubbed at her swollen center, still seeing stars—and wanting more. The thought made her giggle softly.

Aaron paused in the doorway, the click of the door behind him. “What you giggling about, princess?” he asked, stepping forward, brow curved in amusement.

“I’m just impressed I can still want more after you fucked me so hard,” she replied, an adorable smile lighting her face.

He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. “Luckily for both of us,” he said, hands grabbing her ankles, pulling her closer, “I have more to give.”

He took her hand, one finger at a time, bringing each to his lips and sucking up her honey with deliberate slowness. She watched him in awe, breath catching, as he hummed in appreciation. Then the head of his hard dick appeared at her entrance, rubbing teasingly against her clit. Her hips jerked forward, and he smirked at her reaction—ready to give her exactly what she craved next.

He took his time entering her again, savoring the way their bodies fit so perfectly, like they were made for this moment. Precious lifted onto her forearms, wanting to watch the connection between them. Aaron noticed and grabbed a plush pillow, sliding it beneath her lower back without breaking their rhythm. Her body melted into it, the angle now perfect, and her hand instinctively reached out, smoothing over the ridges of his flexing abs.

The cool blueish light from the moon cast across his skin like a cinematic glow, illuminating every curve and muscle. It was like he’d stepped off the screen and into her bed—commanding, breathtaking, unforgettable. From the big screen to the bedroom he gave an Oscar-worthy performance no matter the stage.

He lifted her right leg against his chest and shoulder, kissing and sucking tenderly at her ankle, his lips warm and soft. When his eyes met hers again—stormy, focused—he began thrusting harder. Each powerful stroke sent him deeper, hitting the very back of her pussy with precision that made her eyes water.

This was the only way she ever wanted a man to make her cry—nothing less than this kind of passion. Nothing less than him.

He moved with purpose, delivering a deep, controlled rhythm that sent shockwaves through her with every thrust. There was no rush in him—just intention, mastery, and desire. Soft cries, needy breaths, and rhythmic slapping of their skin filled the room as a beautiful melody.

Precious watched through hazy eyes as Aaron pressed a firm hand to her pelvis, the other trailing down to her clit, where his thumb rubbed in slow, deliberate circles. Her pussy fluttered at the sensation, her belly caving with a breathy moan. Thick, creamy arousal coated the base of his dick as her arousal heightened.

“Oooh... you creamin' for me, baby? Hm? That feels good?” he murmured, glancing from their connection back to her flushed face.

“Sooo good. Hmm!” she whimpered, her voice light and breathless.

Aaron’s lips curled into a smirk, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he slowly pulled out and then pushed all the way back in, making her gasp sharply. His tip hit that perfect spot, and her hand instinctively pressed against his abdomen.

“Mm mm, move your hand,” he ordered gently, pushing it aside. Her fingers instead moved to her breasts, squeezing and rubbing as she arched beneath him. Aaron leaned in, laying against her, delivering those thick, steady strokes while his thumb never left her clit. Their mouths met in a messy, needy kiss, his groans vibrating against her lips.

“Babyyy... I’m gon—I—” she tried to speak, but she was already coming undone.

“I know, baby, let it go,” he whispered, kissing her lips again, coaxing her over the edge. “Cum for me.”

Her face scrunched in bliss as his voice sent her spiraling. Her body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation, and Aaron held her through it, never stopping.

“Fuuuck... That’s it, baby, cum on your dick,” he growled, grinding into her as his own orgasm hit. He let out a low, primal groan as he emptied inside her, their bodies still moving in slow, pulsing waves. Finally, he stilled, standing upright to catch his breath.

“Shit…” he muttered, chest rising and falling.

Precious hummed in satisfaction, the corners of her lips curling into a soft smile. She felt him slowly slip from her body, then heard him groan as he stretched. When he extended a hand toward her, she let him help her sit up, eyes fluttering shut. Then, suddenly, she squealed—her eyes flying open as he scooped her up into his arms effortlessly.

“You think I’m lifting in the gym just for movies?” he teased, one brow raised.

A giggle escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bathroom, let her relieve herself, and then gently cleaned her up before taking care of himself.

Later, he laid her down in bed and slipped in behind her, wrapping his arm securely around her waist. She exhaled content with the nights events, pressing back into his warmth, his dick nestled between the softness of her cheeks.

“You better stop before I don’t let you go to sleep,” he purred, his voice low, breath warm against her ear.

A shiver danced down her spine as a lazy smile tugged at her lips. He kissed the crown of her head, breathing in the sweet mix of mango and vanilla lingering in her hair.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispered.

“Goodnight, babe.”

Their bodies tangled and breath slowed, sleep finally claiming them in the comfort of each other’s arms.

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"It's rude to stare, princess," Aaron murmured sleepily, snapping Precious out of her walk down memory lane.

She smirked as his drowsy eyes cracked open to meet hers, and she leaned in to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "You're just so cute when you sleep," she whispered, her voice full of fondness.

Aaron chuckled low and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I hope this isn't the last time you plan on seeing it."

"Oh, it’s not," she said, raising her brows suggestively. "I think you turned me into a fiend, Mr. Pierre."

A wide, Cheshire grin spread across his face. "The feeling’s mutual. Before I head off to London... how do you feel about going on a date with me? A proper one. I don’t care who sees or where we go—I just want to keep experiencing you and court you the way you deserve," he said, his voice low and sincere.

Her heart fluttered at his words, full of warmth and something deeper. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his as her thumb traced the sharp line of his cheekbone. "I’d love to," she whispered.

And just like that, they were lost in each other again—proof that sometimes, with the right one, business can mix perfectly with pleasure.

After sneakily dating in L.A., sharing late-night FaceTime dates while he was back in London, and quietly making their relationship official, he arranged to fly with her to Atlanta to shoot scenes for the Lanterns series. A quick photo she snapped on the jet made its way to her IG, subtly soft-launching that she was officially off the market. A few hours later, Aaron reshared it—and together, they set Beyoncé’s internet ablaze without a single care in the world.

The End.

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EH! I really hope y'all enjoyed this. I was so nervous writing it because I really wanted to nail their personalities and mannerisms. I hope y'all don't mind the length. By now you know I'm a wordy whore that loves a detailed smut. Please let me know what you think down below and my taglist is always open. Next mission will be Royal Blood Pt 1, but that will take awhile because I need to do some extensive research and dive into vampire lore beyond what I know. You'll get shorter random smuts and maybe some Essence and Terry (Around The Park) content while you wait. I may even throw in some Kelvin fics. That'll be fun. Thanks for all the love! xoxo

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