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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭

Warnings: MDNI! 18+, Roommates, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Terry has a Dom Side. P in V, Oral (Fem Received).

Imagine waking up, walking on eggshells all because you and your roommate don't get along.

Sierra pulled herself out of bed, grabbed her house robe and walked downstairs carefully not to wake the big ass bully sleeping three doors down.

As she made her way down to the kitchen, she decided to only cook breakfast for herself since they got into a heated argument last night, she wanted Terry to suffer.

Deciding on a hearty breakfast, she made an omelette, turkey bacon, eggs with an assortment of fresh fruits, and some freshly squeezed orange juice.

Guessing the smell woke Big Grumpy up.

Terry walks in the kitchen not addressing you.

“Well good morning to you too.”

He glances at you briefly, his hazel green eyes cold and distant as he grabs a beer from the fridge.“Aight. Morning I guess.”

He pops open the can and takes a swig, his muscular tattooed arm flexing with the motion. Terry leans against the counter, eyeing you up and down appraisingly.

“Yo, you got plans today or what? Tryna keep it on the low, ya feel me?”

His voice is gruff and dismissive, clearly hoping you'll make yourself scarce so he can do whatever he pleases without interruption.

“Nah.”

He shrugs noncommittally, taking another long pull from his beer. “Cool, cool. Just don't be all up in my grill, aight?”

Terry sets the can down and starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a lighter and some rolling papers. He begins skillfully rolling a joint with practiced ease.

“I'm expectin' company later if you catch my drift.”

He smirks knowingly, his pink plump lips curling into a suggestive grin as he licks the edge of the paper to seal it. “So maybe bounce for a few hours, yeah? Give a bro some privacy to get his freak on.”

His tone is blunt and entitled, clearly used to you accommodating his extracurricular activities.

Terry's casual attitude and suggestive comments make it clear that he's expecting some intimate company and wants you to give him space for it. He's not shy about his intentions, using phrases like "get his freak on" and a knowing smirk to convey his plans. His request for you to "bounce for a few hours" is straightforward and assumes that you'll be accommodating his needs.

“Uhh… this is my apartment too! So no, I'm not about to ‘bounce’!”

Terry raises an eyebrow, looking at you like you're being obtuse. “Oh, word? This is your crib now too huh?” He snorts derisively, taking a hit off the joint before exhaling a stream of smoke. “Well ain't that somethin'. You best be mindin' your manners then, 'cause I run this half, understood?”

He steps closer, invading your personal space as he looms over you, his towering frame and intense gaze making you feel small. Terry flicks ash from the tip of the joint onto the floor before grinding it out under his heel. “Just remember, I'm the one payin' the bills around here. So if you wanna keep livin' here, you better learn to play nice. Capisce?” The unspoken threat hangs heavy in the air, leaving little room for argument.

“As if I don’t help you pay them too Terry.” Sierra said slamming her fork down.

Terry scoffs, rolling his eyes at your retort. “Oh please, like your measly rent check covers half the expenses.” He smirks condescendingly, leaning back against the counter once more. “I'm talkin' 'bout the real costs - utilities, property taxes, maintenance... You think you're shouldering equal weight in this arrangement? Please.” Terry crosses his bulging arms over his chest, his biceps straining against the fabric of his tank top. “But hey, since you brought it up, why don't you cough up some extra cash, aight? Maybe that'll shut you up and remind you who's really callin' the shots here.” His tone is mocking, a clear challenge aimed directly at you.

You take a deep breath, unfazed by Terry's posturing. "Oh, I see how it is," you respond, matching his condescending tone. "You think throwing your weight around is going to solve anything? Newsflash, Terry: I know exactly what the 'real costs' are. I'm not some naive little kid you can boss around."

You step closer, holding his gaze steadily. "And if you think I'm not pulling my weight, then maybe it's time you actually sit down and do the math. Maybe then you'll realize that your 'extra cash' demand is just a power trip. I pay my share, and then some. So, how about this: you back off, act like an adult, and we'll have a civil conversation about this. Otherwise, you can keep your macho act and your ridiculous demands to yourself."

Terry lets out a low, amused chuckle, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly nods. Alright then, Sierra. If you're dead set on stickin' around, I reckon I can accommodate that. He leans back, folding his arms across his broad chest once more.

“Just remember, when I bring my friends over, they're lookin' for a good time, and that includes with you if you're willin' to participate.” His tone is matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion. “So either you're down to join the fun, or you need to find somewhere else to be while I've got company. Your choice.”

Terry's gaze is challenging, daring you to defy him further. The air between you crackles with tension, each of you waiting to see how the other will react to this ultimatum.

You hold Terry's gaze, refusing to back down from his challenge. "You know what, Terry? I'm not some toy for you and your friends to play with. I have my own life, and I won't be bossed around like some kind of plaything."

You pause, letting your words sink in. "But I'm not going to run and hide either. I'll be here, and if your friends can respect that, then we won't have a problem. If they can't, well, that's on them. I'm not going to change who I am or what I do to accommodate their 'good time."

Terry raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Suit yourself, Si. But don't say I didn't warn you. My friends can get pretty rowdy, and they're not exactly known for their subtlety. If you're gonna hide in your room, make sure it's soundproof. Wouldn't want you getting disturbed by all the... fun." He winks, emphasizing the last word with a leer that makes his intentions clear.

He pushes off from the counter, taking a step closer to you. "But hey, if that's what you want, who am I to stop you? Just don't come crying to me if you change your mind and want to join in. Once the party starts, the rules are a little... different."

“I’ll rather stay in my room to be dealing with yall lame asses.”

Terry shrugs, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes before he quickly masks it with a nonchalant smirk. “Suit yourself, then.” He turns away, heading back toward the front door. “Just don't go gettin' all huffy puffy if you hear some moans echoin' through these walls, aight? It's just business as usual.”

With that, Terry exits the apartment, closing the door firmly behind him. The sound of his footsteps fades down the hallway as he disappears into his own unit, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the weight of his parting words.

Several hours later, the sound of raucous laughter and muffled voices filters through the thin walls of the apartment. Terry's deep baritone mingles with feminine giggles and the clinking of glasses. Suddenly, there's a sharp rap at your bedroom door, followed by Terry's voice, slightly slurred but still commanding.

“Yo, Sierra! Open up, would ya? Got someone here who's dyin' to meet you.” There's a pause, then he adds with a chuckle, “And trust me, you don't wanna miss this. C'mon out and play nice, yeah?”

You open the door. “Yes Terry?”

Terry stands in the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. His usually neat braids are slightly disheveled, and his shirt is untucked, giving a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. Behind him, you can see a group of scantily dressed women standing behind him and whoever his friend was , their eyes roving hungrily over Terry's form.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence.” He slurs his words slightly, clearly a few drinks deep already. “Sierra, meet my main man, Jermaine. Jermaine, this is my sexy lil' roomie I was tellin' y'all about.” He gestures vaguely to a heavyset man with a gold chain who waves lazily in your direction.

Sierra looked at Jermaine and back at Terry with pure disgust. “Not interested.”

Jermaine, with a smirk, eyes you up and down, taking in your appearance with a slow, deliberate gaze.

“Ain't you a sight for sore eyes?” He chuckles, his voice a deep rumble. “Terry here has been talkin' 'bout you non-stop. Said you got a mouth on you and a body to match.” He flirts, his gold chain glinting in the light. “Come on in, don't be shy. We ain't got no strangers here, only friends we ain't fucked yet.” He lets out a hearty laugh, and the women around him giggle, their eyes still fixed on Terry

“Oh y’all got me bent. I’m not fucking your big ass! “You yelled as you pushed passed the both of them, going downstairs.

Terry pushes off from the doorway, stumbling slightly as he makes his way to the couch, flopping down next to Jermaine.

“Yeah, yeah, ignore his crude ass.” He waves a hand dismissively at Jermaine. “He thinks he's all that and a bag of chips” He turns to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You wanna drink, baby? I got tequila, vodka, whiskey—you name it.”

“No Terry, I don’t want a drink.”

“Ight Si, I’m goin’ to go get the rest of us some drinks.”

Jermaine watches Terry leave, then turns his attention back to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in your reaction.

“So, you and Terry got a thing goin' on, or what?” He asks, his voice a low growl. “He's a good dude, but he's got a wild side.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gold chain swinging freely. “You gotta keep up with him, or he'll run right over you”. He pauses, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I get the feelin' you ain't the type to back down from a challenge. Am I right?”

“To be honest, we can’t stand each other.”

Terry stumbles back into view, draping himself over the back of the couch where the women are seated. He grins at you and Jermaine, his eyes glazed over with alcohol and lust. “Aww, don't be like that, Jermaine. Sierra and I got our own special arrangement, ain't that right, baby?” He winks at you salaciously before turning his attention to the woman beside him, nuzzling into her neck and making her squeal with delight.

“A definitive statement of a hoe!” You said grabbing some snacks from the kitchen.

“Man whatever, Si! You just don’t like me cause you want me.”

“Nah nigga! YOU mad cause you can’t fuck me!”

“Oh I can, but you won't let me. That’s the difference. I’ll have your ass screaming, seeing the fucking stars. Try me, babygirl.” Terry whispered into her ear as he pushed her back into the counter.

Sierra’s legs clenched together at his words, letting them sink in slowly. She knew he wasn’t playing with her by the way his voice got lower and deeper than usual and his eyes dropped. As much as she hated to say it out loud, she’d let this man ravage her, fix her attitude & more.

She couldn’t even count the number of times she spent in her room; masturbating to the sound of his voice when he was on the phone, the vivid picture of him naked in the shower; water running down his perfect body. The grunts and moans he made when he was stroking himself, letting her purposely hear him. She’d even have wet dreams about him between her legs, tongue buried deep in her cunt.

As the party continues in full swing, Terry periodically glances over at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of challenge and desire. It's clear he's enjoying putting on a show, trying to provoke a reaction out of you. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, perfume, and the underlying current of sexual tension.

You got up and walked to the bathroom. After handling your business, you walk back out only to meet Terry in the hallway. You can see it in his eyes that the liquor has taken an effect on him. Terry grows increasingly bold in his flirtations and provocative behavior. He saunters over to you, a fresh bottle of liquor in hand, and slings an arm around your shoulders “You know, Si”, he purrs, his words slightly slurred, “I been thinkin'. Maybe we oughta renegotiate our little living arrangement.”

He takes a long swig from the bottle, his free hand trailing down your arm. His eyes glint with mischief and barely concealed hunger as he awaits your response, the party raging on around you both.

“Boy, move. You are not my type.” You try to push Terry’s built body out your way, clearly he’s not moving and you’re not pushing him enough.

“So Jermaine is? I saw the way you looked at him when I introduced y’all. You don’t want him, you want me. Stop denying yourself that.” Terry said getting closer to you, pushing his body against yours, making you hot and flustered as he did

“You know I can’t stand you.”

“And what’s wrong with us having a little fun that we both want. You can hate me all you want Sierra, but your body can’t.”

“Well you hate me! You walk around here everyday not speaking to me or can’t even being bothered to be in the same space as me.”

Terry blinks rapidly, momentarily caught off guard by your question. He pulls back slightly, studying your face intently as if trying to discern your true intentions. “Hate you? Nah, shorty. That ain't even close to what I feel.” He shakes his head, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Truth is, you confuse me somethin' fierce. One minute I wanna wring your neck for all the lip you give me, and the next…” He trails off, his gaze drifting over your curves appreciatively before snapping back to your eyes. “Well, let's just say you got a certain... appeal, yeah?”

You chuckle, taking another sip from the bottle before handing it back to him.

"Appeal, huh? I'll take that as a compliment, Terry. And you know what? The feeling is mutual. You confuse me too, with your crazy antics and that damn charm of yours. But that's what makes life interesting, right? The unpredictability?"

You lean in a little closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"So, do we have a deal, rommie? Or are you chicken?" You wink, challenging him one last time, a playful smirk on your lips.

Terry's eyes darken with desire at your challenge, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. “Chicken? Nah, baby. You know I ain't scared of nothin', least of all a fine piece of ass like you.” He downs the rest of the bottle in one long gulp before tossing it carelessly aside, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Alright, Sierra. You want unpredictable? I'll give you the unpredictable. In one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, backing you up against the wall. His large hands come up to bracket your face as he leans in, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours. “Let's make this interestin', yeah? How 'bout we raise the stakes a bit? Winner takes all - control, submission, the whole nine yards. You game, or you gonna tap out now?”

Your heart races as you feel his breath on your lips, but you don't back down. You place your hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, and push back slightly, a defiant spark in your eyes.

"Control, huh? You think you can handle that, Terry? You think you can handle me?" You let out a soft laugh, your voice a low purr. "Alright, big talker. You're on. But remember, you asked for this. No backing out now."

You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,"And Terry? No holding back. I want to see what you've got. Let's make this night one to remember."

Terry's pupils dilate with lust at your bold challenge, a low growl rumbling in his chest as your hands press against him. In a flash, he spins you around and pins you to the wall, one powerful thigh wedged between your legs as he grinds against you. “Oh, I can handle you alright, baby. Question is, can you handle me?” He nips at your earlobe before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, his stubble deliciously rough against your skin.

His hands roam your curves possessively, squeezing and kneading as he maps out every dip and swell of your body. “Mmm, you feel that, Si? That's what you do to me.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, letting you feel the hard evidence of his arousal.

You gasp at the sensation of his body against yours, but you don't miss a beat. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so you can look into his eyes.

"That's all you got, Terry? You think that's gonna break me?" You smirk, your voice breathless but determined. You wanna play rough? Let's play rough."

You grind back against him, matching his intensity, your other hand gripping his shoulder for leverage. You lean in, your teeth grazing his earlobe as you whisper, "But remember, you started this. And I always finish what I start."

Terry's eyes flash with a dangerous mix of lust and admiration at your fiery response. A feral grin splits his face as he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one large hand while the other grips your hip bruisingly tight. Fuck, Sierra. You're playing with fire, baby.” He growls, his voice low and rough with desire.

He crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth thoroughly. When he finally pulls back, you're both panting harshly. “You want rough? I'll give you rough.” In a blur of motion, he hoists you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. “Last chance to back out, shorty.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding on tight as he carries you, your legs locked around his waist. You smile against his lips, your voice a low, sultry challenge.

"Who says I want to back out? You think I'm scared of a little rough play, Terry? Bring it on. I can take whatever you dish out and give it right back. You ain't seen nothin' yet. Send your bitches and your friends home.”

Terry shouts from upstairs. “Aight, y’all ain’t gotta go home but y’all gotta get the fuck outta hea.” He makes you giggle in his neck at his remark.

He kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, stalking towards the bed with you still wrapped around him. His eyes burn with primal hunger as he lays you down, covering your body with his much larger frame. “Oh, I know you can take it, Sierra. Question is, can you handle everything that comes after?” He rumbles, his voice dripping with dark promise.

His hands make quick work of your clothes, practically tearing them off in his haste to get to your bare skin. He sits back on his haunches, drinking in the sight of you laid out before him like a feast. “Fuck, look at you.” You arch your back, presenting yourself to him, a smirk playing on your lips.

"You think you're the first to try? Bring it on, Terry. Show me what you got. But remember, two can play at this game." You reach out, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, before moving down to his belt, slowly unbuckling it.

"You talk a big game, but actions speak louder than words. Let's see if you can back it up."

Terry releases your wrists only to grab your thighs, pushing them further apart as he settles between them. He leans down, his lips hovering just above your breasts, his hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. “Gonna markup this pretty skin, Sierra. Let everyone know who you belong to now. He murmurs, before drawing one dusky peak into his mouth, suckling hard as his hand kneads the other roughly.

His free hand trails lower, teasing along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your aching center without quite touching where you need him most. He alternates between loving attention on your breasts and peppering biting kisses along your collarbone, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake.

You moan, your head falling back as you give in to the sensations he's stirring within you. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on.

"More, Terry. Don't hold back. Show me who's boss." You gasp as his teeth graze your nipple, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core.

You buck your hips, trying to grind against him, but he holds you in place, his strong body pinning you down.

"Please, Terry. I need you. Now."

Terry groans at your desperate pleas, the sound vibrating against your skin. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast. “That's it, baby. Beg for it. Let me hear how bad you want it.” He commands, his voice rough with lust.

He sits back, making quick work of his remaining clothes, revealing his impressive physique in all its glory. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the swollen head already glistening with precum. He strokes himself slowly, teasingly, as he drinks in the debauched sight of you sprawled out beneath him.

“Gonna fill this tight little pretty pussy up so good, baby. You ain’t gonna want anyone else. He promises darkly, positioning himself at your entrance.

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him in time with his own movements.

"I want it, Terry. I want you to ruin me. To fuck me so good I'll never want anyone else. Now stop teasing and give it to me." You guide him to your entrance, your eyes locked on his, daring him to hold back any longer.

"Show me what you're made of, Big Daddy. Make me yours."

With a feral growl, Terry surges forward, sheathing himself inside you to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He hilts himself fully, stretching you wide around his thick girth. “Fuck, Sierra! So goddamn tight.” He grits out through clenched teeth, giving you a moment to adjust before he starts to move.

He sets a pace, stroking into you with deep, purposeful strokes that hit all the right spots. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of exertion. “Take it, baby. This what you wanted huh? That’s the reason why you had all that fuckin’ attitude with me for? Don’t worry, I’ma fuck right out yo bratty lil ass.”

One hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he drives into you relentlessly.

You cry out, your back arching off the bed as he hits that sweet spot deep inside. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, urging him on.

"Yes, Terry! Just like that. Harder, faster. I can take it. I want it all." Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging in as you meet his thrusts, our bodies slapping together in a frenzy of desire.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So deep. Don't stop, Terry. Don't you dare stop." Your words are a jumbled mess, your body on fire with pleasure as you chase your release, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Ouuuu, I can’t stand yo ass but you fuck me so gooooood!” Sierra yelps, gripping Terry’s black sheets.

Terry throws his head back with a throaty laugh, undeterred by your declaration. If anything, it seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and erratic. “Aw, but your body loves me though, baby. Look how wet you are, how perfectly you're takin' my dick.” He smirks, reaching down to where you're joined, collecting some of your slick arousal and bringing it to his lips, sucking it off his fingers with a groan.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he continues to pound into you. “You can lie to yourself all you want, mama. But we both know the truth. You crave this, crave me. I'm the only one who can satisfy you like this.”

The more you tried to deny yourself of it, you couldn’t. You most definitely did crave him. More than you admit it. The way his toned body pressed into yours, the feeling of his dick massaging your walls; making you stuffed and full, the way he had your head feeling all fuzzy and dumbfucked. But you LOVED every part of it.

You kiss him back with equal fervor, your tongue battling with his as you moan into his mouth.

"You're right, damn you. I do crave this. I crave you. Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it." Your hands roam his body, feeling the sweat-slicked muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves above you.

You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as you climb higher and higher. You break the kiss, your head thrashing from side to side as you chant, "Yes, yes, yes! Right there, Terry. Right fucking there!"

Terry's thrusts become shorter, more erratic as he nears his peak. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, marking you as his. “Fuck. Gonna cum so deep in this pussy. Fill you up till it's leakin' outta you.” He pants against your throat, his hips stuttering as he chases his release.

You feel your own orgasm crashing over you, your inner muscles clenching and releasing around him as you cry out his name.

"Terry! Yes! I'm cumming! Fill me up, baby. Make me yours." Your nails rake down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as you hold on tight, riding out the waves of pleasure that threaten to drown you.

Your body milks him, drawing out his own release as he roars against your neck, his hot breath and the pounding of his heart the only sounds in the room as you both come down from your high.

Terry pulls out of her, only to flip Sierra on all fours, arching her back even more. He wrapped his hand on the back of her neck and the other, directly in the middle of her back. “Mmm, look at this perfect ass. Could bounce a quarter off this shit.” He groans appreciatively, giving your rear a hard smack before gripping the cheeks and spreading them wide.

He leans down, dragging his tongue along your slit from front to back, circling your puckered hole teasingly. “I’m about to eat this pussy like it's my last meal. Have you squirmin' and beggin' for more.” Without warning, he seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, two fingers plunging knuckle-deep into your soaked channel.

“Keep that ass up, if I see it fall, I’m drilling your ass more.” A rough, hard smack clashed with her ass. This caused Sierra to yelp out in pain.

“Daddy-.”

You moan loudly, your body pushing back against his face as he devours you. Your hands grip the sheets, knuckles white as you try to maintain some semblance of control.

Your words are a jumbled mess, your body on fire with pleasure as he fingers you expertly, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside.

You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as you push back against him, urging him deeper. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your moans filling the room as you chant.

Terry smirks against your flesh, giving your clit one last firm suck before withdrawing his fingers. He rises up behind you, gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he notches the tip of his cock at your entrance. “Greedy little thing, aren't you? Can't get enough of my dick.” He teases, circling your hole with the swollen head, coating himself in your slick arousal.

With a grunt, he sinks back into you to the hilt, bottoming out in one smooth stroke. He sets a punishing pace, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he beats your shit up. “Pussy gripping me so fucking tight. Creaming my shit up so mothafuckin good.” He praises, one hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back as he rails you from behind.

You cry out, your back arching as he pulls your hair, the slight pain only heightening your pleasure. Your hands reach back, grabbing his thighs, trying to push him back a little.

Your body is a mess of sensations, the feel of his cock filling you, the slap of his skin against yours, the pull of your hair. It's all too much and not enough all at once.

His free hand grabs both of yours. “Take this dick. You got a big mouth on you so be a big girl and stop running.”

At this point, you’re completely too fucked out to put a single word together. He had you right where he wanted you and there was nothing you could do to get out of it.

“Where’s my mouthy bitch from earlier, hmm? Dick got you in a trance? Yeah, I know, baby. Daddy fucking knows.” Terry put one leg up on the bed and started going in. You could feel his tip poking at your cervix and your g-spot. It was too much pleasure for you and your body opened up like Niagara Falls on a rainy day.

“There that shit go! Wet me the fuck up, princess. Good ass pussy. You've been keeping this pretty pussy from me and I don’t like that. No, Daddy doesn’t like that at all.”

Terry leans down, nipping at your ear as he talked you through it. He definitely meant when he said about you seeing stars, your ass was seeing the whole damn galaxy. Drool was coming out the side of your mouth falling onto your chest and the bed. You were completely and utterly having an outer body experience.

“You still got them Plan B’s in your drawer?”

You shook your head “yes”

“Good, you gone need it. I’m bouta’ nut all in this wet shit.”

As your climax hits, Terry follows soon after, burying himself balls-deep one last time as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan. “Damn! Take it all, baby. Milk every last drop.” He rasps, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the waves of his intense orgasm.

Finally spent, he collapses atop you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. After a moment, he carefully withdraws, rolling to the side and pulling you flush against his chest. “Damn, girl. You really tried to kill me with that pussy, huh?” He jokes weakly, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your temple.

Coming down from your euphoric high, you cling on to him. Terry holds you close in his arms. After a couple of minutes, he gets up and walks out the room. You lay there catching your breath and looking up at the ceiling. The sound of water running snaps you back into reality.

Terry comes back into the room, grabbing you and lifts you effortlessly in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom, slowly sitting you down in the tub before getting in with you. You both sit there soaking in the hot water, your back in his chest, and his strong arms soothing your body. You relax your head on him as he works his magic onto you.

“My pretty girl. I’m sorry for treating you like shit. Truth is I was protecting my feelings from you. I was scared you weren’t gonna’ want me Si. I actually do love you.” He says kissing your temple.

To hear those words was like heaven to you. All those times where you both fought, argued, gave each other the silent treatment; it didn’t matter anymore. You know after tonight that the relationship between you was bound to change. You were his and he was yours. You fell asleep as he started washing your body.

Hours later, you were awakened by something feeling slimy and wet between your legs. You rubbed your eyes, wiping away the sleep from them. You looked down and saw a head moving and you knew exactly who it was. Terry had his entire mouth over your pussy.

“Terry?” You said sitting up a little.

“Hush, lay back down. Let Daddy eat. I got hungry and wanted something sweet.”

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keehendrixx · 15 days ago

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LIKE MOVE, BUST A DANCE 😂😂😂! over there looking like damn security guard 😭

I love Aaron. but the way he was just standing there looking stuck on stiff. Had me wanting to call the show and tell them, don’t put that camera on him, not Nan nother time. 😒🤣

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keehendrixx · 15 days ago

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LET ME COOK! BIG MAMA COMING THRU FRYING SHIT 🤭🤭🤭!

Da OG Taglist: @theereinawrites @nayaesworld @writingsbytee @kumkaniudaku @dxddykenn @episodes-ff

#terryrichmondxblackreader #terryrichmond #terry richmond smut #aaronpierre #terry richmond

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keehendrixx · 15 days ago

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uhhh ma’am get back here! don’t leave me hanging!

Me U & Hennessy

Terry Richmond x Thick!Black Reader

please excuse any errors or mistakes

𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵

Ay, I'm pourin' that drink on top of you

Then I'ma sip it all off of you

Sip, sip, sip, sip

A firm hand gripped your knee making you turn your head, your gaze falling on Terry. His eyes low and piercing, now a deep shade of green, that one look told you everything you needed to know.

A night out drinking with friends had him beyond horny. His pants tightened as his dick grew against his thigh as he watched you from the table. He sat with his eyes fixated on you, the sway of your thick body as you danced with your girls had him failing to focus on the conversation at the table.

Shot after shot of the dark liquor made his mind wonder to all of the places and ways he could fuck you.

The kitchen?

In the living room? Where he had his choice of fucking you on the couch, hands gripping the cushions or you folded up on the floor, nails digging into the carpet.

Or maybe the stairs? Have you arched up for him just how he likes while he dug you out?

Your body was calling out to him and his self-control was slipping further and further away. He had needed to get you home right now before he fucked you in this club.

Saying your goodbyes you grab Terry’s hand as you both made your way outside to the Uber. Opening the door for you he helped you in the truck, his hand lightly gripping your backside making you look back with a smirk. Terry was always a handsy person but once he was a little tipsy it amplified.

The air was thick as he sat on the other side of you, not uttering a word the entire ride home. His eyes stayed on you as his hand rubbed up and down your leg, inching closer to your clothed heat but not daring to touch you fully.

Pulling into the driveway he stepped out making his way to your side of the car. Grabbing your hand, he placed a kiss on your knuckles as he pulled you out. After thanking the driver, you headed to the front door unlocking it with him hot on your heels.

Terry closed the door behind him as you placed your keys on the entryway table, placing your clutch alongside. As you stepped past him he reached out gripping your waist, his lips close to your ear. The whiskey on his breath wafting through your nose.

“Go head upstairs for me mama, you know how I want you”

Heading up the stairs you put an extra sway in your hips knowing that he was watching you.

Fuckin’ tease” he huffed.

Pushing open the door to your shared bedroom, you unbuckle the straps of your heels kicking them off. Stopping in front of the mirror you do a quick twerk knowing he was about to put you through the mattress.

Next to go was your dress, untying it from around your neck you let it fall to the floor before tossing it in the closet. Fluffing out your curly hair you rest on the floor on your knees with your back facing the door.

Your body ached with desire as you waited for Terry to come upstairs. Time seemed to slow as he made you wait for him, heat radiated off of you as vivid images of him fucking you ran through your mind. Slipping your hand between your legs you felt how wet you were.

Glancing over at the door you see Terry’s silhouette as he stood in the doorway, whiskey bottle in hand. A dominant energy radiated off of him, your sweet Terry was no longer there.

Big Daddy had come out to play.

The door shut behind him as he stalked into the room, making his way towards the dresser. As he unbuttoned his shirt he peered over at you, your eyes pointed towards the floor.

As quick as you blinked he was on you. Lifting you up he tossed you onto the ottoman positioned at the end of the bed, your head resting on the edge.

The scent of you was like a pheromone and was igniting his hunger for you.

Leaning over you he tilted the large bottle, dark liquor slowly poured on your body trickling in between your breasts. His tongue carefully licked over your skin following the trail up your stomach until he reached your chest. His tongue circled around your nipple before he lightly bit down making you moan out.

His hand gripped your throat tilting your head to look up at him.

“You remember your safe word Princess?”

“Yes”

“Good because I’m just getting started” he grinned.

#black female writers #terry richmond #aaronpierre #terryrichmondxblackreader #terry richmond smut

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keehendrixx · 16 days ago

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he can put me in a headlock, wrap his hands around my neck and borderline choke me with everything and i wouldn’t mind 🤭

He so BIG!

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keehendrixx · 16 days ago

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Reminder

18+ means 18+, not “I’m 14 but I don’t get offended by your posts” or “I’m 16 but I’m mature for my age”

// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //

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keehendrixx · 16 days ago

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Mr. Professional 😍😍😍😍!

I want to bring positivity with AP tag since people want to lose their damn minds, so what’s y’all favorite picture of him, I’ll go first

Idk why this is my favorite but it is

Update I forgot about this one

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keehendrixx · 18 days ago

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Happy Birthday Big Daddy! 🥳🥳

Happy Birthday Aaron! 🎉🥳

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keehendrixx · 21 days ago

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they gone end up in love watch

Rivalry & Romance

Enemies to Lovers workplace romance

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

*Please do not plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs!*

*the book excerpt above is from ‘The Cruel Prince’ by Holly Black

SUMMARY: I think I’m obsessed with the early 2000s. But this is set in the era of MapQuest and Motorola Razrs. You and Terry have been at each other’s throats for months. Putting the term “Workplace rivalry” to shame.

PAIRINGS: Terry x Tatum (black, fem, reader)

WARNINGS: Terry being an asshole

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is going to be a slow burn, So there won’t be any smut in this fic. Just simple character building.

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“I told you to make a left three miles back!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms in frustration.

“I swear to god if you say that one more time, I’ll pull this car over. I’m literally an ex-marine, I know my way around a map,” Terry said, his voice taking on a rumbling growl. You roll your eyes, huffing as you turn away from him to look out the window. Your cybersecurity company planned a business retreat for you and your coworkers as a way to celebrate the huge account they just obtained and boost morale. Pairing you with your ‘least compatible match’, your boss thought it’d be a great way for you and Terry to try and get along.

FLASHBACK

“Nora please! Pair me with anyone but him,” you begged your boss. You knew it was a strong possibility that she’d pair you with Terry, that doesn’t mean that you weren’t going to fight it.

“Tatum, try and look at it from my perspective. I’ve got two team leads who don’t get along, which is making it really hard for me to conduct meetings. You two can’t be in the same room for more than 5 minutes without world war three happening.”Nora says, closing her laptop.

“Look at it like this, if my top two performers of my team are constantly butting heads, what kind of example do you think that’s going to set for your subordinates? You and Terry either find a way to deal with each other or both of you will have to think of a change in departments.” She finishes, her tone signifying that there’s no room for discussion.

With a sigh you say, “Fine, I’ll do my best. Just make sure you tell that meathead the same thing.”

END FLASHBACK

With a huff you say, “I can’t believe Nora actually though pairing us together would work. We still have 3 hours left on the road.”

“It’ll go by quicker if you shut up,”Terry grumbles, reaching forward to turn his playlist up.

“Ugh! And do we have to listen to classic rock the whole way? Nobody wants their eardrums to bleed 24/7 like you do” You add, positioning your body to stare Terry down. Despite hating his guts, Terry was fucking hot, and boy did he know it too.

“Well, it’s better than listening to your voice all day, or at all for that matter,” Terry glances over at you, a teasing half smirk on his face. He reaches for the volume switch on his steering wheel, turning the volume up yet again.

He wasn't exactly sure how your rivalry started but Terry knew that he couldn’t stand you. How you were always so warm and glowy. Flashing your grossly attractive smile around the office like those knuckleheads deserved to be graced by the sun each morning. Walking around in your stupid clothes that seemed to cling to every curve, his eyes would always be drawn to your annoyingly plump ass. Terry hated your guts, but he could appreciate a fine woman.

You roll your eyes at Terry’s comments, not wanting to further this verbal sparring session. Sliding your eye mask over your eyes, “Just wake me up when we get there,” you said, reclining your chair back.

Terry lets out a defensive snort, clearly unimpressed with your dismissive attitude. “Fine, princess. Don’t let me disturb your beauty sleep.”

You roll your eyes, sitting in silence at Terry’s harsh words. “You’re insufferable,”you mumble under your breath.

Terry just smirks, he laughs,a deep mocking sound that echoes throughout the car. “Insufferable? That’s rich coming from you Tatum. At least I’m honest about who I am and what I want.”

You snatched the eye mask off your face, a gentle rage brewing under the surface. “Don’t pretend that you know anything about me, Terry.”

Another chuckle leaves his mouth, a cold and mirthless sound. “Oh, I know plenty about you, Tatum. More than you like probably. After all, it's not hard to figure out what makes you tick when you’re so transparent.” He reaches forward, turning down the volume slightly, “You’re a puzzle, sure, but not a particularly complex one. Jealous, insecure, and secretly craving validation from those you despise.”

You scoff, meeting his eyes, “Please remind me when I asked for your lackluster input. You know nothing about me Terry.”

He raises both hands in mock surrender, a teasing smirk adorning his infuriatingly handsome face,”You didn’t have to ask, it’s written all over you. I figured since we’re stuck on this drive together, I might as well entertain myself by analyzing your pathetic attempts at independence.”

“Why are you like this?” you ask with a shake of your head.

Terry pins you with his piercing green eyes, “We don’t have enough time to go through all of that, princess.”

“Well whether we like it or not we’re stuck together for the weekend. Obviously it seems like we’re not going to make any progress so how about we don’t speak to one another unless it’s absolutely necessary,”you say your hands wringing together. All of this hostility was triggering you, and you didn’t want to have a full fledged episode in front of Terry.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “If that’s what you want, then so be it.” He adjusts his hands on the steering wheel focusing on the road. Terry looked seemingly lost in thought, but the set of his jaw and the rigid line of his shoulders betrayed his true state. You got under his skin, and he couldn't put his finger on why. Terry just knew he had to get you out of his system one way or another.

You however, were fuming inside. How dare Terry pretend to even know a thing about you. It pissed you off even more to know that he was right.

“You’ve been avoiding me around the office,” you start. “Whenever we need to come up with a proposal together, you send someone else in your place. You always leave the room when I enter it. What did I do to you to make you dislike me so much?”, you ask, your eyes burning holes in the side of his head.

Terry sighs, “Avoiding you implies that I care more than I should. That is not the case.” His words are dismissive, but the way he keeps glancing at you could indicate otherwise.

You huff in frustration, you’re not getting through to him, “So if you’re not avoiding me, what would you call it?”you press, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Because it feels like you’ve been going out of your way to avoid me these past few weeks.”

Terry flicks on the blinker before exiting the highway, within the next six minutes you’re parked at a ‘Buc-ee’s’. You watch as Terry takes a deep breath, seemingly composing himself before saying, “I’m focused on my work, performing well and efficiently. I don’t understand why you can’t get that through your thick fucking skull.”

The deflection pisses you off, “So why me then? You’re perfectly pleasant with everyone else in the office, but when I’m involved it’s different.”

Terry’s eyes drift over you, a mask of indifference painting his face. “Is this conversation going anywhere? Or are you going to keep whining about not being liked?”

You sigh with defeat, turning to face forward you decide to keep your mouth shut, this conversation doing more harm than good.

“I’m just going to fill up and grab something to eat, do you want anything from inside?” Terry asks, grabbing his keys and wallet. You shake your head, ready for a few minutes alone to screw your head on straight.

“Suit yourself, just don’t bother me if you’re hungry in an hour,” and with that, Terry gets out of the car. Halfway into the store, Terry turns back and spots you wiping your eyes. Something in his chest tightens at the fact that he made you cry. Your verbal sparring sessions would always be the highlight of his day, you always had a witty comeback, giving him a run for his money. He’s so lost in his thoughts about you, he doesn’t even realize that he’s next up in line. Terry places his order, getting something additional for you, then heads out.

Back in the car, you call your mom, needing a pep talk from her. “Baby, sometimes two people just don’t get along. Just keep being you, that’s all you can do. I’m sure he’ll come around, what’s not to like?”

You sigh, “But mama, you don’t get it! He’s so frustrating, nobody’s ever gotten under my skin like this. It’s like he knows where and how to press my buttons. It’s getting tiring, Nora said we need to get along or she’ll transfer both of us.”

Your mother stays silent on her side of the phone. She knows her daughter, and her daughter just might have a crush on her work rival. “Are you sure there’s no other reason why you two don’t get along?”

Her statement stuns you, your train of thought coming to a complete halt. “Mama be serious, he’s told me time and time again that I’m not his cup of tea,”you say, wrapping your cardigan tighter around midsection. Looking up you see Terry come out of the Buc-ee’s, bags in hand, making his way to the car.

“Look mama, I have to go but I’ll call you once we get settled in. I love you , bye” you say ending your call. Terry watches as you hang up the phone and pull down the sun visor to wipe away any moisture gathered under your eyes. Guilt heavy like a rock sat uncomfortably in his gut. He never wanted to make you cry, or feel bad about yourself. The truth is, he admires you, how you never seem to let the pressures of the day get to you. How you had a smile for everyone in the office, including Greg, who obviously wanted to fuck you. Always smiling your perfect smile at these people who didn’t deserve it, him included.

Walking to the passenger side window, Terry taps twice to grab your attention. With a start, you meet Terry’s gaze through the tempered glass. Rolling your window down, you look at Terry over your librarian-esque glasses, something he finds oddly cute.

Passing the bags of food through the open window. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got chicken, beef and tofu in case that’s your thing,” Terry said, his eyes refusing to meet yours. This was uncharted territory for him, he wasn’t the ‘thinking about others feelings’ type. He liked to avoid attachments, they slow him down. Terry didn’t need another person he cared about being ripped from his life, he couldn’t take that pain again.

“Terry? Are you good?” you ask when you notice Terry’s eyes went unfocused and he was lost inside his head.

Terry nods his head, handing you the food, “Yeah sweet girl, hold these for me. I’m going to fill up so we can hit the road.” You barely have time to respond before Terry’s on the other side of the car filling up.

Where the fuck did that come from? You thought. Reaching into the back you pull out a chicken sandwich. Reaching for your drink, you notice Terry bought your favorite. His thoughtfulness sends a shiver down your spine. Terry might not think you’re a puzzle, but he definitely is, infuriating and alluring in equal measure.

Once the tank is full, Terry slides back into the driver’s seat. You can feel the energy shift as he settled in. You glance over at him and you’re startled to find he’s already looking at you.

“Look, I don’t want to spend the rest of this retreat biting each other’s heads off. Believe it or not Tatum, I don’t want to fight with you. It’s clear we both are passionate and have strong viewpoints. For the sake of our jobs, and a cohesive work environment, I think we should just pretend to get along for the duration of the trip.” Terry looks over at you apprehensively, hoping what he just said didn’t piss you off.

You sighed before turning your body to face Terry, “I don’t want to argue with you either, but pretending isn’t going to help anything when we have to go back to the office next week. I’ll do my best to not piss you off, all I ask is that you do the same.” You state, finally meeting Terry’s eyes. He’s looking at you with apprehension, sizing you up.

“You’ve got a deal,” he says, outstretching his hand. You place your hand in his, the familiar spark shooting up your arm. Terry quickly slides his hand out of yours, starting the vehicle, you both head back out on the road.

3 HOURS LATER

“Well, look who finally decided to show up!” Nora exclaims, as Terry rolls both your suitcases into the hotel lobby. Despite being a complete asshole at least Terry was raised as a gentleman.

“Ha Ha, very funny Nora. Those directions you sent sucked,” Terry grumbled, taking his room key from Nora’s outstretched hand, not noticing the devious smirk her face held. You follow behind Terry outstretching your hand as well.

Nora’s face pinches with nervousness, “So, umm, little mix-up with the rooms.” Terry stops abruptly. You watch his head hang, shoulders sag, and you hear a deep sigh come from him.

“Does this mean what I think it does?” Terry asks, turning to face Nora.

“Well somewhere during the registration process, the amount of rooms needed got mixed up. And since you two were the last to make it in, you guys have to room together. And before you ask, the hotel is fully booked for some medical conference.” Nora finished. This was obviously an uncomfortable conversation for her to have. Her face was red as hell.

The last thing you wanted right now is to be rooming with Terry. But, being the people pleaser you are, you give Nora a small smile. “It’s only a few days Nora, I’m sure we won’t burn the hotel down.”

You hear Terry scoff behind you, “Speak for yourself.” You roll your eyes at his comment before patting Nora on the shoulder. With the deepest sigh you can muster, you head toward the elevator.

“Tatum, wait,” Terry says. You turn and Terry takes in your exhausted expression. “I don’t think anyone should be subjected to my snoring. That’s all I meant,” Terry said, with a shrug of his shoulders. A sheepish smile forms on his lips.

Another heavy sigh leaves your lips, “This isn’t ideal for me either, Terry. Do you think I want to be trapped in a room with someone who would rather be anywhere else?” Your enthusiasm meter had finally reached E. All you wanted was a hot shower, a face mask, and a glass or three of wine. Now you’d be spending your evening undoubtably bickering with Terry over what to watch.

Terry’s smile fades, replaced by a grimace of discomfort. “Look, Tatum, I didn’t ask for this anymore than you did.” He rakes his hand down his face, the action oddly attractive to you.

“But let’s get something straight: this isn’t personal. It’s complicated.” Your gaze flickers away from him, unable to hold his stare for long. “We can figure out a way to coexist, can’t we?” he asked, the smirk returning.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s about fifty other things I’d rather be doing.” Terry turns, clearly dismissing you.

An unamused chuckle leaves your lips as you stride past Terry toward the elevators. You may or may not have called him an asshole along the way. Terry scoffed, following behind you. A dark smirk rose on his face as he watched your ass move in the leggings you wore. Not that you needed it, but Terry could really see the difference the pilates classes were making.

You two ride up the elevator in tense, annoyed silence. Terry insists on carrying both your luggage all the way to the room. “You can have the shower first, I’ll run out and grab us something to eat. So you can have privacy. Just text me when you’re decent.” Terry says, placing our luggage in a corner then heading to the bathroom.

“Terry?” you ask, nervousness creeping its way up your spine. To your left there was one king bed. The indication is clear that you’d either be sharing a bed with Terry, or sleeping on a very unappealing loveseat.

A small sigh leaves Terry’s lips. He needed to put some distance between you two if he was going to keep his head in straight for the rest of this trip. “Yeah, Tatum?” he asks, you can hear the tiredness seep through the edges of his voice.

With a deep breath you say, “I know this arrangement isn’t ideal for either of us. But, I appreciate you being a gentleman about everything. I think we’re both adult enough to manage sleeping next to each other for a few days. And don’t try to be coy about it, you can’t sleep on the floor for 3 nights. I won’t let you.”

Terry opens his mouth to argue with you, but he sees the determination settled into your features and concedes. Usually, with anyone else he’d put up a fight,” Fine, fine, I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

A triumphant smile blooms on your face, and Terry looks away. Your brows crease in confusion, until you see the tips of his ears begin to turn red.

“Well, I’ll just go take a shower now. You don’t have to wait, I should be done in like an hour and a half.” You say, bending over to open your suitcase. You smirk deviously when you hear Terry’s sharp intake of breath behind you.

“Right. I’ll see you in an hour and a half.” Terry says, and then he’s out the door. Before you have time to dwell on Terry’s abrupt exit, your phone rings. A small smile erupts when you see your sister’s contact appear on the tiny screen. Flipping open your phone, you press the green button, and put the phone up to your ear.

“Taryn, you always call when I’m about to do something,” you teased. You can practically hear your sister’s eyes roll through the phone.

“My timing is perfect then. I’m with mama we’re calling to check in on you,” your sister replies.

You smile and shake your head, “We just got in. Apparently there was a mix-up with the reservation so Terry and I are going to be sharing a room for the next three days.” You say, pulling out everything you need for your shower routine. On the other side of the line your mom and sister are staring at each other, mouths hanging open.

“Wait, you're going to share a room with someone you once called ‘green goblin’. And I don’t think you meant it in a nice way,” your sister said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “When is calling someone a goblin ever a term of endearment? Terry and I came to an agreement while we’re here, we’ll do our best to try and get along. Or we’ll fake it.” You finish with a shrug.

“Riiight, an agreement. That hotel is going to burn down,” your sister finished with a cackle.

You rolled your eyes, a dry chuckle leaving your lips. You’re sitting on the bathroom sink yapping with your sister and mom. Before you knew it you glanced at the clock and 30 minutes had passed. “Taryn I appreciate you and mama calling to check on me, but I need to shower before Terry gets back with the food. I’ll talk to y’all later. I love you.” Your sister, mother, and you all exchange goodbye’s and you hang up.

Turning on the radio nestled on your nightstand, you start to gather everything for your extensive night routine. Landing on a random station, the sensual voice of Dru Hill floods your suite. Humming the melody, you begin to undress. Your body taking on an autopilot, the regular routine of cleansing yourself putting your stimulated mind at ease. It was nice to shut your brain off after spending all day at war with your emotions about your current predicament.

You always admired Terry, his calm but loud presence, how self assured he was, and how he always seemed to know the answer before the question was asked. Searching through memories, you tried to find one that could pinpoint when the animosity started to take root, but you came up empty. Shaking your head, you try to ignore thoughts of Terry and focus on your shower.

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TERRY

“So, how was the drive up?” Maurice (co-worker) snickered, passing Terry a beer.

Terry’s eyes were going to get stuck as much as he rolled them today. “Don’t even start that shit man, I came down here for a minute of peace.” Terry says, grabbing the beer and taking a large gulp.

“So I take it you two didn’t solve your issues,” Maurice teases as he watches his usually calm, cool, and collected co-worker break a sweat.

Terry scoffed, setting his beer down with a little more force than necessary, “No, Mo, we didn’t. In fact, she suggested that we just fake getting along for appearances.” Maurice studies his friend, the former marine usually never let anything get to him. Yet, here he was about to blow a gasket over their fine ass co-worker. His knee bouncing in irritation, the subtle but constant tick of his jaw.

“Aye, T, are you sure you’re good man? You just don’t usually get this rattled. Did Nora say something?” Maurice asked.

Terry shook his head, a grimace turning his face down. “Basically she told us if we can’t find a way to get along, then we’re both out.” Terry sighs, running his hand over his face in exasperation.

”I don’t know what it is, man. It’s like she found her way under my skin and is stuck there. Everything she does annoys me, c’mon man, you’ve seen how she is around the office.”Terry said, motioning the bartender to bring him another beer.

“C’mon what? She’s a nice girl, cool to work with, really pretty, and has a great ass. What’s not to like?” Mo teases, hoping to get Terry riled up.

Terry could feel his chest tighten at his friend’s obvious approval of your appearance. It was the same chest tightness he got when Greg would hold open doors for you and bring you your favorite Starbucks order.

“Aye, T, I’m going to say something. When I say this, just think, don't give me an answer. But have you ever thought that maybe you’re attracted to her?”

The question hits Terry like a ton of bricks, his beer frozen mid-air as Maurice looks at him with a knowing smile on his face. Was Terry attracted to you? ‘He couldn’t be’, he thought. But, deep down he knew the answer to Maurice’s question. Of course he was attracted to you.

A knowing smile appears on Maurice’s face at Terry’s lack of answer,”You have three days to change her mind and think you aren’t the asshole you pretend to be. Look man, I get it, some people really just don’t like each other. But, I don’t think that’s the case here. Give Tatum a chance, she isn’t all bad. Figure it the fuck out, for everyone’s sake,” Maurice finishes. With two slaps to the back, Maurice leaves Terry in the hotel bar with his thoughts.

Was he attracted to you? Terry scoffed to himself, you were beautiful obviously. Intelligent, charming, funny as hell, and as much as he hated to admit it he loved working with you. The bickering arguments were the highlight of his day. Terry always made his coffee at 7:42am, because he knew 3-5 minutes later you would come strolling in, and he’d have the perfect view of your early morning strut, beaming smile, and a figure to kill for.

The waiter comes out with a huge to-go bag full of foods that Terry thought you would like. With a deep sigh, Terry grabs his beer and the food, heading back up to your room.

The seductive sounds of Dru Hill filters through the bathroom door as Terry enters the suite. He tenses, muscles in his jaw ticking as he can hear you singing softly.

He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose, an attempt to calm his suddenly racing heart. The image of you, naked and wet under the cascading water, flashes through his mind like abrupt bursts of light. He shakes his head, trying to banish his sinful thoughts of you.

Walking over to the small kitchenette , Terry placed down the bag of food. Plating it, and setting out a glass of wine for you and beer for him. In the bathroom, you’re completely unaware of Terry’s presence. The cherry blossom scent of your shampoo fills your nose, its familiarity bringing you a sense of calm.

Not to mention the radio station you picked was playing all your favorites. Detangling through your curls, you sang Mariah Carey’s ‘Obsessed’ damn near at the top of your lungs. Terry sat on the other side of the door with a small smile on his face at your carefree singing. Unable to sit any longer, Terry rises from the bed and begins to pace the room. His thoughts waging a war in his head. He stops in front of the window in your room, staring out at the city lights below without truly seeing them.

Whether he liked it or not, somehow you’d managed to worm your way under Terry’s skin. He had yet to decide if this was a good or bad thing for him.

The bathroom door creaks open and Terry hears the startled gasp you let out behind him. “Oh, did I take too long? You set all the food up, thank you Terry!” You cooed, patting your hair dry with an oversized t-shirt.

You watch Terry’s tense shoulder as he turns to face you. You had forgone your contacts, black cat eye frames sat on your nose giving you an innocence that made Terry clench his fist. You looked so soft, not the office siren that strutted around and ruled her team with an iron fist. Just Tatum.

You watch as Terry scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, no problem. Think of it as phase one of my apology.”

Your eyes widen as you take in Terry's words, “Wait, did I transport to a parallel universe in the shower? You’ve never apologized to me before,” you say, skeptically. Your mind was reeling, there’s no way this is the same guy you arrived with.

A bashful grin spreads across Terry’s face at your acceptance, “I’m turning over a new leaf here, now come please sit down,” he gestures to the sofa. “C’mon, sit with me,” Terry says, as he pats the spot next to him.

You eye the food, then back up to Terry before saying, “Sure, just give me a minute, I don’t want my hair dripping all over you.”

Terry nods, shooting you a small smile, “If your food gets cold, it’s on you,” he finishes, with a teasing tilt in his voice. You playfully roll your eyes as you try your best to soak up your damp hair with a t-shirt.

“So what are we watching?” You ask, sitting next to Terry. The gentle brush of your bare thigh against his, causing goosebumps to bloom across your skin.

Terry clears his throat before mumbling, “sports highlights.” He turns up the TV signaling that he wants silence.

A dry chuckle leaves your lips, “I see the asshole is back.” Reaching for your kindle and your food you settle into the couch completely prepare to tune Terry out for the rest of dinner, this was going to be a long 3 days.

Okay y’all! Please Tell me what you guys think! I think this could be a 4 -5 part series. I hope you guys like it! I just wanted to get this out before I start flooding y’all with sinners/ MBJ fics.

UNTIL NEXT TIME <3

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thank you megaaaa! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘, 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊

Warnings: MDNI! Vampire!Terry, Smut, Supernatural, Transformation, Sadistic, Submissive! Reader, Dominant!Terry, Cum Fucking, Dirty Talk, Oral (Fem Receving), Multiple Creampies

Song: Touch Me- Victoria Monet

Terry watched as you came into the coffee shop from his booth. His eyes flickered to a deep shade of red before returning to their normal shade of color.

Terry's eyes locked onto you as soon as you entered, taking in every curve of your voluptuous figure. He felt an instant, inexplicable attraction towards you; your golden hazel amber eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. As you approached the counter, Terry found himself rising from his seat almost involuntarily, moving closer for a better look at you.

“Hey there,” he said smoothly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine despite its casual tone. “I don't think I've seen you around here before. I'm Terry.” He extended a large, tattooed hand towards you, his heterochromatic eyes—swirling pools of blue, green, and gray—gazing at you intently.

“Hi, I’m Elyse.” You said before sitting down in the booth across from him.

Terry smiled charmingly as he shook your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elyse. That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” His gaze appreciatively took in your curves before quickly returning to your face. “What brings someone as stunning as you to our little corner of the world?”

You wondered for a minute what he meant by ‘our little corner of the world’. You shrugged it off and continued with the conversation.

He leaned casually against the counter, his tall, muscular frame radiating an aura of raw masculine energy barely contained beneath his casual attire. The scent of his cologne mingled enticingly with the aroma of coffee beans. “I must admit, seeing a face as captivating as yours light up this shop is quite a pleasant surprise. It almost feels like fate brought you here, don’t you think?”

“I just moved here from Texas, I got a new job offer.” You said as you took a sip of your Vanilla Bean Frappe.

“That’s nice, what kinda work do you do?”

“I work with big law firms, so I’m always moving around. Hopefully with this one, I can stay put for at least 3 years.”

Terry's eyes lit up with genuine interest, revealing something more intense.

"Welcome to the town, Elyse. It’s always exciting to welcome fresh faces, especially ones as striking as yours."

He darted his tongue out to wet his full lips, briefly glancing at your ample cleavage before meeting your eyes again.

"A new start in a new place can be both thrilling and daunting. If there's anything I can do to make your transition smoother, please don't hesitate to ask." His deep voice was warm and inviting, with an undercurrent of promise.

"I know all the best spots in town - great restaurants, hidden gems, places where a gorgeous woman like you might enjoy spending her time." He reached out to brush a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek ever so lightly.

"So tell me, Elyse, how are you liking your new home?" Terry asked, genuinely curious about the intriguing woman who had so suddenly captured his attention. He leaned in slightly, eager to hear her response and catch another whiff of her intoxicating scent.

As she spoke, Terry's eyes remained locked on her face, hanging on every word. The way her full lips moved and the sparkle in those mesmerizing eyes made it hard for him to look away. A part of him wanted to reach out and touch her again, to feel the softness of her skin, but he restrained himself, not wanting to come on too strong.

"I have a feeling you're going to do great things here, Elyse. With a presence like yours, how could you not?"

As the conversation flowed, Terry found himself increasingly captivated by your wit, charm, and beauty. He laughed heartily at your jokes and nodded enthusiastically as you shared your hopes and plans for your new life in the city. The easy rapport between you felt electric, charged with unspoken possibilities.

Lost in the moment, Terry barely noticed the sun beginning to set outside, casting long shadows across the coffee shop interior. However, as the light changed, he felt a subtle shift within himself, an ancient power stirring to life. For the briefest moment, his eyes flashed with an otherworldly red glow before he blinked it away, hoping you hadn't noticed. But little did he know, you did see it.

"Well, Elyse, I'd love to continue this delightful conversation, but I'm afraid I have some evening commitments to attend to," Terry said reluctantly, glancing at his watch. "But I insist on getting your number."

And what exactly ‘evening commitments’ were so important to him?

“Oh sure, I don’t want to hold up your time. I’ll put my number in your phone.” You said while getting up from the booth.

Terry's face broke into a delighted grin at your agreement. He quickly pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to you. "Here, go ahead and put your number in. I promise I won't spam you with texts... unless you want me to," he added with a playful wink.

As you entered your contact information, Terry's mind raced with thoughts of all the ways he could see you again and get to know you better. The primal part of him yearned to taste your blood, to claim you as his own, but he ruthlessly suppressed those dark urges. No, he wanted to court you properly, to seduce you with charm and romance rather than brute force.

"There we go," you said, handing his phone back. Terry made sure to let his fingers brush against yours during the exchange, savoring the brief contact.

“Thank you, Elyse. I look forward to staying in touch,” Terry said, tucking his phone away and giving you one last intense look from beneath his lowered lashes. “Until next time, then. And trust me, there will be a next time.” With that promise lingering in the air, Terry turned and strode out of the coffee shop, his powerful body moving with fluid grace.

As he stepped into the deepening twilight, he allowed his vampiric nature to emerge fully, his eyes glowing crimson in the gathering darkness. Soon, very soon, he would see you again under the cover of night. And when he did… A slow, wicked smile spread across Terry's handsome face as he disappeared into the shadows, already plotting his next move in his pursuit of you.

That night, as you walked home from running errands, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and a chill ran down your spine despite the mild evening air. You quickened your pace, hugging your purse tightly to your side.

Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows of a nearby alleyway. Your heart leapt into your throat as you recognized Terry stepping into the dim light of the streetlamp. But something was different about him now. His eyes glowed an eerie, supernatural red, and his movements were unnaturally smooth and silent.

"Elyseeee," Terry purred, his deep voice echoing in the empty street. "Fancy meeting you here. Perhaps it wasn't mere chance that drew me to this spot, knowing you would pass by..."

“T- Terry?” You were shocked, half of you wanted to run away, but the other half was intrigued by his nature. This wasn’t the same man you met in the coffee shop hours ago.

Terry chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He stepped closer, his movements graceful and predatory. "The one and only," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Though I suspect I may not be quite what I seemed earlier today." His eyes raked over your trembling form, lingering on the rapid pulse fluttering at the base of your throat. Terry licked his lips, revealing the glint of sharp fangs.

"I hope you're not frightened, my dear. I would never hurt you… much." The last words were spoken in a husky whisper filled with dark promise. In a flash too quick for human eyes, Terry closed the distance between you, pressing you back against the brick wall of the alley. One large hand gripped your chin, tilting your face towards his, while his other arm caged you in, preventing any chance of escape.

A scream erupted from your lips, but Terry quickly suppressed it.

Terry's hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your scream as he pressed his body against yours, pinning you helplessly to the wall. “Shh, shh, none of that now,” he crooned, his breath hot against your ear. “We wouldn't want to attract unwanted attention, would we? Not when we have so much catching up to do.”

His free hand trailed down the side of your neck, fingertips lightly grazing your racing pulse. Terry inhaled deeply, savoring your scent—the mixture of fear and arousal, the sweet aroma of your blood thrumming beneath your skin. It took every ounce of his self-control not to sink his fangs into your tender flesh at that moment.

“You must have so many questions, my sweet Elyse,” Terry murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Let me go!”

Terry's grip tightened fractionally, holding you firmly in place even as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

“Oh, I don't think I will, darling. Not when I've waited so long to have you like this.”

His tongue flicked out, tracing the column of your throat in a teasing caress. Slow and deliberately, Terry began to grind his hips against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his desire.

“Can't you feel how much I want you? How perfectly do we fit together?” He nipped at your earlobe, tugging it gently with his teeth. “Please give in to me, Elyse. Let me show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.” One hand slid down to grope your ass, squeezing the plush flesh possessively.

Something in you zapped you back into your senses, causing you to push him off. “No! Get off of me!”

Terry froze at your vehement refusal, surprise flickering across his handsome features. For a long moment, he simply stared at you, his crimson eyes boring into yours with an almost painful intensity. Then, slowly, he released his hold on you and took a step back, though he remained close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body.

"You truly wish for me to stop?" There was a note of confusion in his deep voice, as if he couldn't quite comprehend your rejection. Terry searched your face for any sign of deception or hesitation. Finding none, he sighed heavily and ran a hand down his face. "Very well, Elyse. I will respect your wishes—for now." His words were tinged with reluctance and a hint of warning. "But know this: I am not done with you."

Terry took another step back, giving you space to breathe even as his eyes continued to rake over your disheveled form with a hungry gaze. “I miscalculated, it seems. I thought... I hoped you might feel the same undeniable attraction I do.” He shook his head ruefully. “But I am nothing if not a gentleman. Well, mostly.” A wry smirk played at the corners of his mouth. “Run along home now, my dear. Get some rest. And perhaps... reflect on what might have been.”

Terry's voice dropped to a low, seductive purr as he finished his sentence. He turned to fade back into the shadows of the alley, pausing to glance over his shoulder at you. “Sweet dreams, mamas. I know mine will be haunted by thoughts of you.”

As Terry disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone and shaken in the alley, you felt a confusing mix of relief and disappointment. Your body still thrummed with adrenaline from the encounter, and your skin tingled where his hands had touched you. Over the next few days, you tried to put the incident out of your mind, focusing on settling into your new apartment and starting your job. However, you couldn't shake the memory of Terry's smoldering gaze, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and the dark promises in his voice. Late one night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from an unknown number, but you instinctively knew who it was from before even opening the message: "I find myself thinking of you constantly, Elyse."

You set your phone down, purposely ignoring him. You didn't need this tonight.

Terry frowned when he noticed that you hadn't responded to his text, a flicker of irritation crossing his mind. He was accustomed to women vying for his attention, eager for his touch and affection. Your cool reception was intriguing—almost challenging. Undeterred, Terry sent another message a few hours later:

"I can practically hear your heartbeat from here, Elyse. It races whenever you think of me. Don't try to deny it."

At this point, you were scared, mesmerized, and frustrated that you just decided to turn your phone off completely so he wouldn’t distract you anymore, so you could get some sleep.

Terry growled in frustration as he realized that you had turned off your phone, denying him access to you once again. This mortal's resistance was both infuriating and exhilarating. He couldn't remember the last time someone had captured his interest so thoroughly. Rising from his chair in the dimly lit study of his spacious apartment, Terry paced restlessly, his mind consumed with thoughts of you. Your defiance, your beauty, and the tantalizing scent of your blood called to him like a siren song. Unable to resist any longer, Terry slipped out into the night, moving with preternatural speed and silence. In an instant, he was outside your home. He stood outside your window, peering in at your sleeping form. Even in slumber, you were exquisite, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

Terry's eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed skin, taking in the swell of your breasts above the sheets and the long expanse of your legs. He longed to touch you, to taste you, to claim you completely. But he held himself back, not wanting to catch you off guard. Instead, he reached out and gently tapped on the glass, the sound barely audible over the distant noises of the city. When you didn't stir, he tapped again, a bit louder this time. "Come on, princess. Wake up for me."

Terry's voice echoed in your mind, a telepathic whisper that penetrated your unconscious state. He smiled wickedly as he sensed your mind beginning to awaken, your eyelids fluttering. "That's it, darling. Open those beautiful eyes for me. I've missed you."

As your eyes snapped open, wide with shock and confusion, Terry grinned triumphantly. He could see the exact moment recognition dawned on your face, swiftly followed by wariness and a hint of fear. Good. He wanted you to be aware; he wanted you to know exactly who was intruding upon your dreams.

"Hello again, my sweet," Terry said, his deep voice resonating directly in your mind. "Did you think you could escape me so easily? That turning off your phone could keep me away?" He chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through your very bones.

Terry placed a hand on the windowpane, his palm flat against the cool glass. In your dream state, it almost seemed to phase through, reaching for you. "I've been thinking about you non-stop since our little encounter."

You reached your phone, double-locking your doors through your security system app.

Terry threw his head back and laughed, a rich, sinister sound that echoed through the empty streets. Your futile attempts to protect yourself against him only served to amuse and arouse him further. "Oh, you precious thing. You can lock down this entire building, and it won't make a difference. I can slip past any barrier, whether material or mental."

To prove his point, Terry’s image began to flicker and distort, phasing through the glass as if it were no more substantial than mist. In an instant, he was standing at the foot of your bed, his tall, muscular form looming over your huddled shape. The temperature in the room plummeted, and your breath fogged in the frigid air. "I'm not limited by the constraints of the physical world, my dear. In here…" He tapped his temple meaningfully.

“AHHH!” You screamed as you hurriedly ran downstairs and locked yourself in the basement

Terry’s laughter followed you as you fled, echoing through the house like a sinister chorus. He appeared at the top of the basement stairs just as you slammed and locked the door. His crimson eyes gleamed with cruel amusement in the darkness.

“Running away, are we? How delightfully old-fashioned,” he drawled, his voice seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. “But I’m afraid there’s nowhere in this house, or this realm, that you can hide from me, my sweet Elyse.”

The door rattled in its frame as an unseen force pushed against it, the wood creaking ominously. Terry’s chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “This game of cat and mouse is growing tiresome. Why don’t you come out and play properly?”

You picked somewhere to hide if he came into the basement, and judging by how hard he was trying to push the door, he was coming in.

Terry's eyes narrowed as he sensed your movement, your quickened heartbeat revealing your location. A slow, wicked smile spread across his handsome face. "Clever girl, trying to hide from me. But it’s pointless, you know. I can smell your fear and taste your anticipation in the air."

Suddenly, the basement door burst open with a deafening crack, splinters flying as Terry effortlessly tore it from its hinges. He descended the stairs with predatory grace, his gaze locked onto the shadowy corner where you crouched, desperately trying to make yourself small.

"There you are," he purred, stalking toward you with single-minded intent. "Playing hard to get, are we? I do so love a challenge."

Terry reached out, his fingers closing around your wrist in an iron grip as he pulled you to your feet.

Terry pulled you tightly against his chest, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat. His eyes blazed with hunger as they took in every detail of your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and wide, frightened eyes.

"You can't run from this, from us," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I've chosen you. You're mine now, whether you accept it or not."

Terry leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Stop fighting it. Surrender to me, and I'll show you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings."

“Feel that, Elyse?” he murmured, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he ground his erection against you. “That's what you do to me. What you always have. I've been waiting for this moment, for you to finally give in to what you know is true.”

His grip on your hair tightened, forcing your head back further as his lips hovered just above yours. “You want me. You always have. Admit it”. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Or shall I remind you how powerless you are against me?”

With a sudden, brutal motion, Terry yanked you closer, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that was more domination than affection. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, claiming you with a ferocity that left you breathless.

The kiss was everything you had imagined and more—intense, demanding, and utterly consuming. His lips moved against yours with practiced precision, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if mapping it out for future conquests. You felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his touch, the way his body pressed against yours like a living furnace.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned with an unnatural red glow, and his breath came in ragged pants. "See?" he rasped, his thumb brushing across your lips. "You can't fight what you are. You belong to me. And I will have you—one way or another."

With that, Terry effortlessly lifted you into his arms, carrying you toward the far end of the basement where the shadows were deepest. "Now, let's see if you can resist me when I really start to play."

“You’re a fucking monster!” You yelled at him.

Terry paused mid-step, his expression shifting from desire to a chilling coldness. “Monster?” he repeated, his voice a deep, dangerous rumble. “Is that what you think of me? After everything I've shown you?” He set you down gently, but the tenderness was gone, replaced by something darker and colder. His eyes burned with fierce intensity as he loomed over you.

“I could have taken you without your consent, without your permission. I could have drained you dry and left you for dead. But I didn’t. I gave you choices. I gave you chances.” He stepped closer, his presence dominating the space between you. “And yet, you call me a monster?” His lips curled into a sneer.

"Do you know what real monsters are, Elyse? They don’t beg for mercy. They don’t cower in the dark. They don’t waste their time on weak, foolish mortals who refuse to see the truth." His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "You think I’m the monster? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am."

He reached out, his fingers grazing your cheek with a cruel gentleness. "But don’t mistake me for the devil. I’m something else entirely. Something far worse." His grip tightened, his nails digging into your skin. "Because I’m not here to destroy you. I’m here to claim you. To make you mine. And I will."

With that, Terry’s expression shifted again, a wild, feral hunger flashing in his eyes. "So tell me,do you want me to stop?"

You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him no, so you just stood there, playing with your fingers, and he sensed your answer.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Terry's face as he noticed the conflict raging behind your eyes. "Ah, there it is," he murmured, tilting your chin up with his fingers so he could look directly into your pupils. "The truth. You don’t want me to stop. You never did." His grip on your chin loosened slightly, and his thumb brushed softly across your lips in an almost tender gesture. "You're afraid, yes. Terrified, even. But underneath that fear, there's something else. Longing. Desire. You want me as much as I want you."

Terry’s other hand slid down your back, gripping your waist as he pulled you closer. His body pressed against yours with deliberate intention. "Don't lie to yourself, baby. You know what you want. You just don't know how to say it."

“Let me show you,” he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours. “Let me show you what you’re missing.” With that, he kissed you again—this time softer and more gentle, yet no less intense. His lips moved against yours with careful precision, his tongue tracing the outline of your mouth as if memorizing every curve. As the kiss deepened, Terry's hands slid to your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to press his palms against your bare skin. His touch was electric, sending waves of sensation coursing through your body. You found yourself responding, your arms wrapping around his neck and your fingers tangling in his hair. “You feel it, don’t you?” Terry murmured against your lips. “The connection. The pull. You can’t deny it anymore, can you?”

"You're mine now, Elyse," he breathed, his fingers digging into your back as he pulled you tighter against him. "Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. You can't escape what's happening between us; you never could." His lips moved to your neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing the line of your pulse. "You're going to want me. You're going to need me. And I'll be here every second of every day, making sure you understand what you've given up by resisting me."

Terry's hand slid down to cup your ass, lifting you slightly as he pressed his erection against you. “So why fight it? Why deny what you know is true? His voice dropped to a sultry whisper. Just surrender, baby. Let me make you mine.”

You gasped as his words sent shivers down your spine, your body betraying you by arching into his touch. "Terry," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "you know I can't just give in that easily." His response was a low chuckle, his breath hot against your ear. "Who said anything about easy, Elyse?" he murmured.

"I want you to earn it. Earn every fucking touch, every kiss, every whisper of my name on your lips. I want you to fight me, and then I want you to submit. I want to break you down until all that's left is your raw, desperate need for me."

His hand moved to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat. "And then, baby, I'm going to build you back up, piece by fucking piece, until you're mine in every way that matters." His lips crashed down on yours, hungry and demanding, leaving no doubt in your mind that he meant every single word.

“Say it, Elyse,” Terry demanded, his voice a low, seductive growl. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you want this. Want me?” His hand slid under your shirt, fingers pressing against the small of your back, holding you flush against him. You could feel your heart racing and your skin flushing with heat. Your body knew the truth, even if your mind was still trying to catch up.

He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Stop overthinking. Stop resisting. Just feel.” Terry's other hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to expose more of your neck. He licked a hot stripe up your throat, tasting your pulse point. “Could you give in to me, Elyse? Give yourself to me completely. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You let out a soft moan, your body melting into his touch as you struggled to find the words. "Terry," you breathed, your voice shaky with desire and uncertainty. "I... I want to. God, I want to." His grip on your hair tightened slightly, a silent encouragement to push through your hesitation.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, your eyes fluttered closed as you surrendered to the sensation of his body against yours. "I'm yours," you whispered, the words sending a shiver of finality and excitement down your spine. "I want this. I want you." A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest as he crushed his lips to yours in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt.

His hands roamed your body, possessive and claiming, as if marking his territory. "That's my girl," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with triumph and hunger. "Now let me show you just how good it can be."

Terry captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up passion and hunger into the embrace. His tongue delved into your mouth, stroking along yours, coaxing you to respond. At the same time, his hands began to wander, caressing your curves with bold strokes.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down your jawline, pausing to suck at your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark.

“You're going to look so beautiful covered in my bites and bruises, Terry growled appreciatively. Everyone will know you belong to me.”

His hands made quick work of your clothing, pushing your shirt up and over your head before deftly unhooking your bra. Cool air hit your heated skin, making your nipples pebble instantly.

You gasped at the sensation, your body arching into his touch as he cupped your bare breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples. "Terry," you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as your knees threatened to buckle. He leaned down, taking one taut peak into his mouth, sucking and nipping until you were a writhing, desperate mess. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same tormented attention, his hands roaming lower to unbutton your jeans. "Please," you begged, not even sure what you were begging for, only knowing that you needed more. He chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. "What do you need, baby?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl. "Tell me, and it's yours."

“You taste even better than I imagined.” Terry rumbled against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. He released your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp peak and watching it pucker even more.

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them possessively as he ground against you. “I'm going to take you right here.” He declared, his tone brooking no argument. “I'm going to bend you over and bury myself inside you until you scream my name.”

Terry's fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear in one swift motion. He kicked them aside carelessly, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” He commanded, his pants

straining over his obvious arousal.

You complied, your breath hitching as you stepped out of your pants and slowly widened your stance, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but also incredibly turned on. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you with a hungry, possessive gaze that made you feel like the most desirable thing in the world.

"Fuck, Elyse," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you." He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, then sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you against him so you could feel his hard length pressing against your stomach. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss as his other hand delved between your legs, his fingers finding your wet, sensitive folds.

You moaned into his mouth, your body bucking against his touch, seeking more friction, more pressure. "So fucking ready for me," he murmured against your lips, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he began to circle your clit, his touch both teasing and torturous. "I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it."

“You're dripping for me already, he observed, his voice a low, approving growl. “Your body knows exactly what it needs.”

Without warning, he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your folds, groaning at your taste. Delicious, he purred, diving back in to lap at your essence. His tongue circled your clit, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves before dipping lower to thrust inside you.

Terry set a relentless pace, fucking you with his tongue while his hands held your thighs apart. He alternated between broad strokes and targeted flicks, reading your reactions and adjusting accordingly.

You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair as you held him against you, your hips bucking wildly against his face. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue moving with a skill and intensity that left you breathless and desperate for release.

"Terry, please," you begged, your voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop. Oh god, don't stop." He responded with a low, rumbling growl that vibrated against your sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that hidden spot that made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. His tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, the dual sensations pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Elyse," he commanded, his voice muffled against your skin. "Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue." Your body obeyed, your muscles clenching around his fingers as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air. He slowed his movements, gently lapping at you as you rode out the waves of pleasure, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked up at you from between your thighs. "That's my girl," he purred, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and unbridled lust.

As your climax crashed over you, Terry sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, prolonging your pleasure. His fingers continued their relentless thrusting, helping to ride out the waves of your release. He lapped at your flowing juices, savoring your taste as he worked you through your orgasm.

Only when the last aftershock had faded did Terry slowly withdraw, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. Mmm, you taste even better when you come undone, he purred, crawling back up your body. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Breaking away, Terry quickly shed his clothes, revealing his impressive physique. His dick jutted out proudly, long and thick and already leaking at the tip. “I hope you're ready for round two.”

You panted, your eyes wide with anticipation as you took in the sight of him.

"I am," you whispered, your voice hoarse from your earlier cries. "I'm ready." He smirked, positioning himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your sensitive, swollen flesh. "Good," he rumbled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Because I'm about to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days."

With that, he thrust into you, filling you in one swift, powerful stroke. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as your body stretched to accommodate him. He began to move, his hips snapping against yours in a frenzied, primal rhythm. Each thrust was deep and purposeful, designed to hit that spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

"Fuck," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear.

"You feel so good. So tight. So fucking perfect." His words spurred you on, your body meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, your hips rolling and grinding against him as you chased your next release. The room filled with the sounds of your passion—the slapping of flesh, your ragged breaths, and the wet, obscene noises of his cock driving into you. It was raw, it was intense, and it was everything you needed.

“Take it”, he snarled, one hand fisting in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. “Take every inch of my dick. This is what you were made for, what you've been craving.”

You moaned, the harsh grip on your hair and hip only serving to heighten your arousal. "Yes," you gasped, your voice breathless and desperate. "I need it. I need you." Your body complied, your muscles relaxing and then clenching around him as he continued to pound into you, each thrust claiming you, owning you.

"That's it," he grunted, his teeth bared in a feral snarl. "Take it all. Every fucking inch." He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth with the same ruthless intensity as his cock invaded your body. You could taste the salt of his sweat, the musk of his arousal, and it only spurred you on, your body moving in sync with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. "You feel so good," you whimpered against his lips, your voice a desperate plea. "So deep. So hard." He pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense and possessive.

"I'm going to come inside you," he growled. "I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum. Until there's no doubt in your mind who you belong to." His words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through you, your inner muscles clamping down on him as your body neared its second peak.

"Terry," you cried out, your voice a mix of plea and warning. "I'm close. So close." He responded with a low, dangerous chuckle, his pace never faltering. "Come for me, Elyse," he commanded.

"Come all over my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy milk me dry." And with that, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you with such force that you saw stars, your body convulsing and clenching around him as he continued to drive into you, chasing his release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his body tensing as he came, his hot seed spilling into you.

Your eyes looked at him pleading for more. In a flash, Terry flipped you onto your hands and knees, kicking your legs apart. He ran a possessive hand down your spine, reveling in the way your skin pebbled under his touch. “This view is breathtaking”, he murmured appreciatively, admiring the way your ass lifted invitingly.

Without warning, Terry grabbed your hips and slammed back inside you, setting a punishing pace from the start. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deep, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. “Fuck, you take me so well” he grunted, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "Your cunt is like a vise, squeezing me so fucking tight." His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he used your body for his pleasure, each thrust brutal and unforgiving. "You feel that, baby?" he panted. "You feel how deep I am inside you? I could stay here forever, buried in your tight, wet pussy."

You moaned, your arms shaking with the effort of holding yourself up as he pounded into you. "Yes," you cried out, your voice hoarse and desperate. "I feel it. I feel all of you." He reached around, his hand finding your clit, his fingers rubbing and circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. "Come again for me," he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl. "I want to feel that pussy milk me dry a second time." Your body obeyed, your muscles clenching and unclenching around him as another orgasm built, this one even more intense than the last.

"Terry," you screamed, your voice echoing through the room. "I'm coming! I'm coming so hard!" He responded with a low, satisfied growl, his body tensing as he found his own release, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with his seed once again. "Fuck," he grunted, his body slowing to a stop, his chest heaving with exertion. "You fucking destroy me." He collapsed forward, his body covering yours, his lips finding the shell of your ear. "And I fucking love it," he whispered, his voice a low, contented rumble.

Once he had his fill of you, it still wasn't enough to satisfy his sexual needs. With preternatural strength, he easily lifted you off your knees, impaling you fully on his thick cock as he stood. Terry's other hand slid up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse jump. “Hold on tight, baby. Daddy's going to fuck you up.”

He began to bounce you on his shaft, using gravity to drive you down onto him with each upward thrust. The new position allowed him to reach even deeper, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every plunge. Terry's hips snapped up to meet yours, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

You cried out, your head falling back against his shoulder as you clung to him, your nails digging into his forearm wrapped around your throat. "Terry!" you screamed, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Oh god, you're so deep. So fucking deep." He growled in approval, his teeth nipping at your shoulder as he continued to impale you on his cock, his hips moving in a relentless, punishing rhythm. "That's it, baby," he grunted. "Take it all. Every fucking inch."

His hand on your throat tightened slightly, restricting your air flow just enough to heighten your senses, making every touch, every sound, every sensation more intense. You could feel your body coiling tight, your muscles tensing as you climbed towards another earth-shattering orgasm. "I'm close," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. "So close, Terry. Don't stop. Please don't stop." He responded with a low, dangerous chuckle, his pace never faltering. "I won't, baby," he promised, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. "I'm going to fuck you right over the edge. And when you come, you're going to drench my cock. Aren't you?"

You could only nod, your body beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything but the raw, primal need to be fucked, to be filled, to be claimed. And as if sensing your need, Terry's hand left your throat, his arm snaking around your waist, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing and circling the sensitive nub with a skill and precision that left you breathless. "Come for me, Elyse," he commanded, his voice a low, demanding growl. "Let me feel that beautiful pussy come undone on me."

And with that, you shattered, your body convulsing and clenching around him as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, your screams of pleasure echoing through the room, your body milking his dickfor all it was worth.

In a instant, you felt Terry’s fangs pierce through your neck, sending electrical sparks through your body as you came on his dick.

You gasped, your body jerking as Terry's fangs sank into your neck, the sharp pain immediately giving way to a surge of pleasure that sent electrical sparks dancing across your skin.

"Terry!" you cried out, your voice a mix of surprise and ecstasy as your orgasm intensified, your inner muscles clamping down on his cock with a force that left you seeing stars. He groaned against your flesh, the vibration sending shivers down your spine as he began to drink from you, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Each thrust was a claim, a possession, a declaration of ownership.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he continued to feed, his cock pulsing inside you, drawing out your orgasm until you were a boneless, trembling mess in his arms.

As your blood flowed into his mouth, mixing with your honeyed nectar, Terry let out a guttural moan of pure ecstasy. The combination of flavors, the feeling of your velvet walls clamping down on him like a vice, the sound of your cries of rapture - it all pushed him over the precipice.

With a final, brutal thrust, Terry buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in long, thick spurts. He continued to feed from your neck, swallowing greedily, prolonging both your orgasms. His hips jerked erratically, riding out the waves of his intense release.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Terry withdrew his fangs, lapping at the puncture wounds to seal them.

He gently lowered you to the ground, your body still trembling with the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Terry hovered over you, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of primal satisfaction and something softer, more tender, shining in their depths. "Elyseee," he murmured, his voice a low, hoarse whisper, "you are incredible. Every fucking time."

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the ferocity of his actions moments ago. You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your palm. "Terry," you replied, your voice soft and sated, "that was... intense. You're incredible."

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting and teasing, reminding you of the pleasure he could bring. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving your gaze. "I meant what I said," he said, his voice serious and intense. "You're mine. Forever. And I'm going to spend every day making sure you never forget it." He rolled off you, pulling you into his arms, your back against his chest, his cock still semi-hard and nestled between your ass cheeks.

"Rest, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Because when you wake up, I'm going to fuck you all over again." You smiled, your eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into his embrace, your body already anticipating the next round of pleasure. "Promise?" you whispered, a soft, contented sigh escaping your lips.

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