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A woman with a war inside her heart.
she/her. eighteen. libra. afro-caribbean. arabic & english speaker. under eighteen dni. 𖣂 salted caramel lover. an inconsistent writer. all my ocs are black women. i write for aaron pierre, jude bellingham, paige bueckers, juju watkins, caleb mclaughlin, virgil van dijk and more.
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HEADCANNONS / masterlist
▐ juju watkins ୫ usc!cheerleader!reader
━ she fell first, you fell harder dynamic.
━ it was your cheer outfit that caught her eye first. the way it hugged your hourglass figure and the way the vibrant red-orange hues brightened up your eyes made her want you more.
━ you both would always look at each other around campus, almost like you were both waiting to see who would make the first move.
━ your friends would tease you about how quick you were to like a post she made or when you’d constantly check her TikTok reposts to see if they hinted at her being single or not.
━ you made the first move after one of USC’s home games, stopping her to make small talk.
❛❛ you were going crazy out there. ❜❜ your raspy voice barely audible over the loud speakers in the stadium, but she still heard you.
❛❛ it’s really nothing, you know? light work. ❜❜ she teased as you rolled your eyes, giggling.
━ it didn’t take long before you were both sneaking off to see one another in your dorms when you were supposed to be at practice.
❛❛ baby, I can’t stay long. coach is on my ass about missing practice again. ❜❜ she complained as you both laid in bed in her dorm cuddled up together.
❛❛ girl, you know lindsay don’t be talking about nothing. you’re not missing much. ❜❜ you argued, pushing your head further into her chest to stay in bed.
━ you both kept your relationship a secret, but everyone knew you were together from the way you would cheer her on at her games and vice versa.
━ she loves watching romcoms and you love being in her skin, so laying skin to skin watching ‘Notting-Hill’ or ‘Poetic Justice’ is a very common Sunday ritual for the both of you.
━ she comes to every game she can to watch you cheer. she’s your biggest supporter and loves when you wave at her from the field.
━ you love watching her competitive side come out when she plays: it gets you excited and more hyped when she throws the winning shot.
━ you both have very busy schedules which makes your communication with each other very manageable as you both tend to discuss when you can spend quality time together.
━ her love languages are physical touch and quality time, yours are words of affirmations and acts of service. when she’s having a bad day, she’ll usually lay on your thighs while you stroke her hair and remind her that she is a wonderful player who’s allowed to make mistakes.
━ she’s not big on PDA. you’ll have your pinky fingers interlinked in public or give each other subtle looks as a way to signal to one another that you’re still present.
━ her parents adore you. they’re always asking if she’s with you, just to speak to you. it’s so adorable.
━ when you finally publicly posted each other, her supporters were more supportive than you thought. her delusional male supporters were still in denial about your relationship.
━ listener girlfriend, yapper girlfriend dynamic.
MOOD BOARD / masterlist
▐ juju watkins ୫ usc!cheerleader!reader
writer bitches be scrolling on tumblr knowing damn well they need to finish those drafts.
Can you pls write some more about terry ?
▐ sugardaddy!terryrichmond ୫ camgirl!reader
summary: after a long day of spending daddy’s money, you both decide to end the night giving your viewers a show.
writer’s notes: I tried my best with this, although it was rushed, so it’s definitely not my best work. I apologise if you don’t like it! I’ve just been busy with assignments, so I’ve been distracted. I also added visuals this time, so let me know if you guys enjoy them and want me to add them in future smut fics. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to like, comment & reblog </3 !!
warnings: explicit language, begging, pet names (daddy, princess, etc) overstimulation, dacryphilia, clit slapping, bimbofication, finger sucking, choking, spanking, age gap relationship and praising — bratty!sub!reader & dom!terry
tags: @luvrsluxe @gardenof-venus @theogbadbitch @fairygoround @nayaesworld @catxo @withoutmusiclifewouldbflat @kenshisluvrgirl @bigjuiciisushii @todorokishoe24 @notapradagurl7 @writingsbytee
Terry knew you were high maintenance before he met you. The way your bedroom lit a soft shade of baby pink with gold and cheetah print accessories surrounding you, your nails and toes always freshly done, either in a sparkly baby pink or a basic french tip: you made sure you were put together. After all, all you did was dress up like a doll and men paid to witness it.
It was one of the few things Terry noticed about you. He never intended to come across you as he believed that watching porn or anything remotely related, wasn’t of any benefit to him, knowing that if he had any sexual needs, there were always a list of women who would be at his beck and call.
But before he knew it, Terry became one of your top contributors, starting off by sending you five thousand dollars in the first stream he joined and progressively adding another ten thousand for every stream after, just to hear you thank him as you pressed your toys into your glistening pink hole.
Terry loved the idea of spoiling a pretty girl like you, hearing your giggles as you repeatedly thanked him for sending you so many gifts or when you joked that you needed to see him in person to thank him properly: he knew that he needed you. When you had announced you were going to do private calls for your top contributors, Terry made sure he was number one on that list.
You were nervous. It was obvious that the person named ‘@/treatsfromterry’ was clearly obessessed with you and although you liked the idea of someone being so desperate for your attention that they would spend what felt like their lifesavings on you, you were also terrified that he would be some old creep.
You were so wrong. When a muscular caramel toned man, wearing thin rimmed glasses and a short sleeve black wife-beater popped onto your zoom call screen, you couldn’t believe your eyes. He was beautiful. You felt your mouth drop open slightly at the sight as his deep chuckle filled your ears. “You okay there, beautiful?” He questioned, fixing his camera position to ensure you can see him clearly. “Mhm” you trailed off, eyes lowering to his biceps. They were so big and soft: you wanted a bite.
“I need to hear you use your words, princess.” He sighed out, feeling himself harden at the sight of you wearing the lingerie he asked you to wear for this special occasion. “I’m fine, daddy. I just didn’t expect you to look so good.” You giggle, remembering that he asked you to only call him daddy. The name definitely fit the view you were seeing. “Thank you, baby. I appreciate you wearing that for me.” He smiled, motioning towards your lingerie.
You smiled. “I mean you spoil me so much, it’s the least I could do. Do I look pretty?” You moved closer to your laptop camera, purposely angling it to face your breasts as you slowly message them, circling your brown areole’s. “So fucking pretty, princess.” He groaned, the ache in his pants getting worse. You smiled, leaning back before thanking him again. “Is there anything specific you want me to do for you, daddy?” You asked.
Initially, Terry thought about asking you to masterbate on the call to watch you moan his name, but he realised that it would be better to see that in person. “No, I just want to ask you one question.” He leaned forward to look directly in your eyes. “Oh? Go ahead, but I’m just letting you know that if I feel uncomfortable, I won’t hesitate to block you.” You said softly, attempting to set your boundaries as clearly as possible.
“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, princess. Tell me if I’m going too far, okay?” He assured you while you simply nodded.
“Outside of this-” he started, gesturing towards the camera, insinuating that he was referring to you being a cam girl. “What is your goal? What job do you aspire to have?” He questioned and it caught you off guard. It’s not usual that one of your viewers even care to ask about how your day was, never mind what your aspirations are. “I want to be rich.” You answered, earning a deep chuckle from him. “What?! I’m serious. I don’t aspire to work. I just want to make money and be happy.” You said truthfully. He found your answer fascinating because it wasn’t one he was used to hearing.
“What if I can be the one to make you rich and happy?” He asked, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, patiently waiting for your response. “Wh-what do you mean?” You questioned, feeling your body warming up from the tension. Although, he was miles away from you, he made his presence very known. “I’m an investor. I like to invest into businesses I know will be profitable and successful for me-” He started, before you cut him off, “you invest into people too?” You asked. “Not people. . . Just you.” He adjusted his glasses.
“I want you to be my sugar baby.” The comment had you puzzled. It wasn’t like people had never asked you to be their sugar baby, but it wasn’t normal for someone of his calibre to openly ask. “That means I get to spoil you and all I ask for in return is your time and attention.” He continued. You were still silent, debating on whether it would be a good idea as you only started your cam girl services to fund for your college tuition fees, not because you wanted to have close ties to the lifestyle long term. “You can continue your streaming services if you think that’s something I wouldn’t want you doing anymore. I just want you. I want to feel you and be close to you. That’s all I ask for, sweetheart.” He said as you thought deeply about the advantages of being a sugar baby.
“How do I know you’re really rich? You could just be lying to me to get me to meet you.” You pestered. He laughed before pulling out his phone, tapping a few buttons and showing you the amount of money he had in his bank account. You audibly gasped which caused him to laugh harder at the thought of you questioning his wealth. “Does that answer your question?” He asked. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your sugar baby.” You replied almost immediately. “Good girl.” He smiled once more. And with that, your relationship with Terry began.
Who would’ve thought that a year later, you would be walking around Chanel with a 6 ft 3 man, spending his money on whatever you touched. I mean, you had been in the store for less than hour and he already spent over twenty thousand dollars. Terry sat in the corner of the store, tapping away at his phone to handle some business dealings while keeping a close eye on you, knowing you get lost when you’re not in the right mind. “Daddy, come look at this.” You asked softly as he held one finger at you to tell you to wait a moment. “Just give me a minute, sweetheart.” He replied.
You hated when he wasn’t paying attention to you, especially because you knew that whatever he was looking at wasn’t more important than you. “Why do I even bother.” You pouted, grabbing your bags and attempting to leave the store without a second thought. Terry immediately followed after you and paused your movements, noticing your demeanour shift. “I’m here, princess. I’m sorry, you know how work is right now.” He grabbed your chin for you to look up at him. “You said you wanted my time and attention, whole time, you’re too busy on your stupid fucking phone!” You barked back, attempting to walk away before feeling your arm get yanked back.
“Who the fuck you talking to like that? I’ll fuck you up in front of everybody.” He started. “Tread lightly. This bratty attitude ain’t cutting it for me.” He warned. Yes, Terry was a sweet man who was never aggressive with you unless you asked him to be, he still would never tolerate disrespect and recently you’ve been having more bratty outbursts than usual. At first, he thought you were simply hormonal, but as it became consistently worse, he became more agitated that you thought your behaviour was acceptable. “Whatever.” You storm back into the store, ignoring glares from the workers and continue your shopping.
It wasn’t long before you were laying across Terry’s lap on your stomach with your camera angled just so your viewers can see his chest, but not his face as he spanked you in the room he dedicated in his house as your filming room, covered in Sanrio themed accessories after you told him you loved them. “You can take it, princess.” He spanked your plush ass again, watching it slowly bruise up as the live gained more traction with people sending more gifts and reactions. “M’ sor-so sorry, daddy! Please!” You pleaded, feeling yourself start to lose your vision as you stained your cheeks with wet hot tears.
“But you look so pretty like this, mama. Don’t y’all agree?” He questioned, almost taunting the viewers as he landed another harsh slap. Your live stream was gaining more views by the minute, but all you could think about was how much you needed his touch. “Pl-pleasee, daddy. Touch me- I want it so bad.” You cried out. “I nee-ed you.” You breathed out. “That’s all you had to say, princess.” He lifted you to straddle him, facing you towards the camera as he spread your legs open for them to see. “Look at how wet you are.” He slapped your clit harshly, causing you to yelp and jump forward from the impact.
You covered your mouth with your hand as he continued to slap your clit four more times, chuckling after each slap. “Dadd-ah pleasee!” You squealed, knowing your body was giving up on you. Terry used his left hand to grab you by your throat, applying a little bit of pressure to assert dominance. “You know I don’t like brats. Why do you keep playing with me?” He whispered in your ear, rubbing your clit in a circular motion, slowly. “M’ sor-” you were cut off by him applying more pressure to your throat. “You’re sorry? Were you sorry when you embarrassed me today?” He questioned, his grip on your throat getting tighter as he fastened the pace of rubbing your clit.
You couldn’t even respond due to the pressure he had on your throat. Terry moved his left hand up into your mouth as you attempted to catch a breath. He stuck his two fingers in your mouth, watching you suck them softly. He almost forgot you were on your live stream until he heard a ping from your computer which indicated you had reached over fifty thousand viewers: a new milestone. “People like seeing me use you, princess. Should we do this more often?” He asked, pushing his fingers further down your throat while you simply nodded.
He pulled his fingers out your mouth, watching closely as a string of your saliva creeped out. You coughed at the feeling of your airways being free. “You’re my filthy little slut. Aren’t you, angel?” He teased, using both of his hands to rub your clit aggressively. You gripped onto his biceps, your face contorting from the mixed pleasure that you were receiving. Your pussy ached from the heat and you felt yourself losing consciousness. “Aww, you gonna pass out on daddy? But I’m only just getting started, baby.” He cooed. “You can take it.” He bit your shoulder.
The lewd sounds of your pussy squelching, your inconsistent moans and your sweat dripping from all parts of your body made viewers wish they were Terry right now. It was fucking disgusting. You practically losing yourself and he hadn’t even fucked you yet? You were pathetic. He slowed down his pace when he saw you squirting and your juices nearly hitting your laptop camera: truly cinematic.
He groaned at the feeling of his cock aching just from the sight. Terry knew when you started squirting like this, you weren’t far from cumming. “You close, bunny?” He teased as your legs trembled in response. “M’ c-close, pa!” You squirmed, closing your eyes shut while he rubbed you gently, still ensuring his touch was firm. You felt yourself slipping away into your own headspace as you knew you would cum any moment now. That was until, he moved his hands away from you, earning a loud whine.
“You think I’d let you cum after how you acted today? Nah, get on all fours.” He pushed you off him, causing you to fall to the ground. Your legs were still wobbly, but you knew better than to argue with him. After all, it was your mouth that got you in this position in the first place. You sat up on the bed, getting into his preferred position. “Stretch that ass out.” He ordered, watching you spread your ass hole open, ready for him to stuff your ass, whole.
You knew you were in for a long night.
Can you write anything about Paige Beuckers?
MOOD BOARD / masterlist
▐ paige bueckers ୫ baker!reader
MINISERIES / masterlist
▐ terry richmond ୫ black!reader
summary: terry is obsessed with clueless reader and her knitted stockings
warnings: explicit language, slight foot fetish (?), degradation, spitting, begging, fisting, pet names (daddy, princess, etc), overstimulation, dacryphilia, slapping, bimbofication, choking and praising (if you squint) — sub!reader & dom!terry
tags: @notapradagurl7 @simplyzeeka @blackmoonchilee @pocketsizedpanther @blackpinup22 @ovohanna24 @becauseimswagman1 @naughtynolly-blog @honey-b-heart @blyfee @lady-olive-oil @episode-ff @kaylaahisthebestest-
Terry is a sick man. A very sick man. The way his eyes hung low as he watched you throw your legs on his lap, your shorts riding up. He traced his fingers against your white knitted stockings that he loved to see you wear, admiring them as you ramble about your day, wondering if you knew what you were doing to him.
The way his dick rose at the thought of your clothed feet rubbing against his hard cock, with those stockings soaking up his pre-cum. “I don’t even understand what I did wrong.” You pouted explaining your frustration, but realistically Terry could care less. All he wanted to do was ruin your pretty pussy to keep that pretty mouth shut: and that he did.
His car rocked as he blew out smoke, watching you bounce on his thick cock. Your muffled sobs was music to his ears. “You’re daddy’s pretty little slut, aren’t you?” Terry asked, mockingly. “M’ yourr- ah!” You attempted to speak until you felt a hard slap on your cheek. Terry laughed, taking a drag of his blunt, pulling you by your neck to blow some smoke into your mouth.
You whined, blowing the smoke out, feeling yourself reach your high as his cock pressed into what felt like your heart. He was so deep. You started bouncing faster, gripping onto his muscular shoulders for support, knowing you were close to climax. Terry held your thighs down with one hand to stop you from moving. “Who said ‘mma let you cum, huh?” He asked rhetorically. “M’ sorry, daddy! Can’t hold” you hiccuped, wetting your cheeks with hot tears. He was pushing you to your limits and you hated how much you loved it.
Your brain felt fuzzy. You knew you couldn’t hold out for much longer and decided to give in, hoping the consequences weren’t too bad. You came hard on his cock, leaking onto his leather seat as you breathed out heavily. You rested your head on his shoulder in hopes of calming yourself down when you felt your hair being pulled back with force. You thought he had ripped a couple strands of your hair out.
He moved himself out of you, before he hissed saying, “what the fuck did I tell you?” You squirmed in his lap, staying silent. He ashed his blunt and placed to the side. “You can’t speak now?” He mocked, using his free hand to grab your neck, applying enough pressure to excite you, but not enough to intentionally hurt you. He would never hurt his baby.
“Get in the back, now.” He ushered you to move to the backseat. Although you would never admit it, you loved how rough he got when he was high. The way he fulfilled every lewd fantasy you had kept you on edge. Sober Terry was more gentle. He catered to your needs and prioritised your body to make you feel comfortable, whereas, intoxicated Terry was selfish and loved reminding you that you belonged to him. . . Only him.
As you climbed in the backseat, waiting for him to join you, you began removing your clothes. First, your sweater, then your shorts and when you went to remove your stockings, he quickly stopped you by kissing his teeth. “Nah, keep that on.” He ordered with a smirk. He climbed to the back, sitting straight with his back towards the door as you sat there patiently waiting for his next order. “What’s our safe word?” He asked sincerely. “Pancakes.” You replied, voice barely above a whisper. He slapped your cheek, rubbing the same place he just slapped. “Good girl.”
“You gotta start listening to daddy, princess.” He began his rant, pulling his pants all the way off. “You know the rules. Right, baby?” He asked, continuing to strip naked. “M’ sorry, pa. I didn’t mean to cum without permission.” You put your head down, feeling somewhat ashamed. Terry rubbed your still wet cheek from when you were crying previously and kissed your forehead. “Come here.” He motioned for you to move forward. You shifted forward, looking up at him with your glossy eyes. “Open.”
You opened your mouth wide, feeling his spit melt into your mouth. “Swallow.” You swallowed it without a second thought, smiling softly. “Good girl. My pretty girl.” He rubbed your cheek, smiling back at you. He moved his hand to the back of your head, pushing you down towards his grown erection. He tapped his two-toned thick cock on your lips twice, watching his pre-cum drip onto your soft lips. “So beautiful.” He expressed.
You stared at him innocently, tasting the tip before slowly dropping down, inhaling his cock inch by inch. He used his left hand to grab the back of your hair tightly, bobbing your head up and down his cock. “So fucking dirty.” He groaned. Big wet spit bubbles formed as you slurped him whole, proud that you were being so good for him. “You like being my fuck toy, don’t you?” His eyes rolled back, keeping a firm grip on your head as you hummed in response.
You took him deeper while more spit crowded around your mouth and fell onto your chest. It was so disgustingly beautiful. “You gonna let me fuck that throat up?” You hummed in response, approving. With a small exhale through your nose, he placed both of his hands on your head and stroked his cock with your head, letting your soft lips reach the base of his cock, holding you in place. “Fuckk!” He breathed out. You felt yourself start to lose your breath and that fuzzy feeling reappeared; almost as though you lost the ability to think.
The heat between your thighs growing more aggravating by the minute, you tapped his thigh to let you come up. He let go of your head and you immediately lifted up, gasping for air as your saliva dripped onto his dick. Before you knew it, he pushed you back onto his cock, bobbing your head faster. You knew he reached his high and was close to climax when he started mumbling incoherent nonsense. “You taking my dick so well, mama.” He praised. You were his fleshlight.
Soon, you felt hot liquid shoot at the back of your throat and a loud grunt from Terry’s lips. He slowly bobbed your head to make sure he covered every inch of your throat as if he was signing his name and let go of you once he was sure that he was empty.
Terry smiled when he saw you swallow it and stick your tongue out to show him it was all gone. “Good girl.” He slapped you harshly on your cheek, pressing a kiss straight after. “Please, pa.” You begged. “What do you want? Hmm?” He asked, knowing all you wanted was to be fucked brainless. He watched you lay down on your back, lifting your leg up to place on his broad shoulders. He rubbed your stockings, biting the fabric that covered your feet, twirling his tongue around your toes as you tried to suppress your moans. “I asked you a question.” He glared, continuing to suck on your toes through your stockings.
“I want you to use me.” You pleaded. You felt so embarrassed. On the outside, most people thought you were somewhat of a strong, independent woman who wouldn’t take shit from anyone, but here you are begging to be used like a meaningless toy. How pathetic. “That’s all you had to say.” He smiled against your feet, trailing kisses up and down your legs. “Open that pussy wide.” He ordered, watching closely as you brought your hands to your clit, spreading it open.
The way it was glistening, begging for him to touch it, abuse it, relieve it. Terry lost all composure. He sat back on the middle seat, facing forward, calculating his next move. He motioned for you to lay on his lap. As you moved towards his lap, you let out a small whine, feeling a strong hot sensation on your ass. Then another and another and another.
You were practically sobbing by the fifth slap. Knowing he was going for his sixth harsh slap, you moved your hand back to try and stop him, in an attempt to ease the pain. “T-Terr-y slo’ dow-n.” You pleaded, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence. “The fuck you just call me?” He gripped you by your hair to look you dead in your eyes.
You fucked up. “W-wait! M’ sorry.” You tried to apologise, but you knew he wasn’t going to accept it. On a normal day, he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, but during a time like this? You knew better. Before you could say anything else, his four large fingers were buried deep into your wet folds, moving in and out of you fast. The wet gushing sound filled his car as he quickened his pace, watching you crumble beneath him. You tried to speak, but no words could physically come out of your mouth: just sweet nothings.
“What’s my name?” He asked, wondering if he should fist your tight hole to stretch you out ready for when he’s going to fuck you senseless. “Da- ah!” You squealed as you felt yourself squirting. Your legs felt so numb and all you could do was cry because you knew he wasn’t gonna stop until you said what he wanted to hear. He added his fifth finger and began fisting roughly into you, using his free hand to grab your throat. “You can take it, mama. What’s my name?” He asked again. All you could feel was how close you were to climax and how deep his big hand was rammed into your pussy.
“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” He slowed his pace down, knowing you were close. “D-ddy.” You whispered, brain foggy, sweat dripping from every part of your body. You wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out. “I can’t hear you. Say it again.” At this point, you could’ve sworn you saw the light, but you tried pushing through knowing your orgasm was going to be worth it. “Daddy!” You screamed. With that, Terry pulled his fist out as your body started to jitter, meaning you were about to cum.
“Let it out, mama.” His deep voice echoed. Your quiet sobs filled up the car as you came. He rubbed your clit with his thumb, mixing your cum in with your squirt fluid, enjoying how far he pushed you. “So fucking sexy.” He hummed, pulling his thumb to your lips for you to suck on. Your plump lips wrapped around his thumb, tasting your sweet juices. He thought you looked the prettiest in times like these.
“You gone let me beat that pussy up?” He asked with a smirk, rubbing your covered feet. You could feel the excitement leap out of you as your small giggles blessed his ear. No matter how far he pushed you, you always wanted more.
PART TWO COMING SOON
ONESHOTS / masterlist
▐ aaron pierre ୫ black!oc
summary: when saniah and aaron go on their annual picnic to commemorate the first time they fell for each other
warning: suggestive sexual content. fluff & a bit of angst
Red stained glossy lips, wispy lashes, vanilla scented body butter, gold jewellery, the smell of morning rain. Saniah loved the summer so dearly. It was the only season that cleared her of any lingering melancholy.
Having to handle the loss of a court case she was fighting to win, not only to bring justice to her client, but to prove to herself and everyone that she was worthy of having the title of an attorney general: Saniah felt worthless. Her mother would always tell her she was too hard on herself, although Saniah would argue that she simply wanted to be nothing more than a winner because her academic validation wouldn’t allow her be anything less.
It seemed like everything made her feel as though she was less deserving than the next person. All she wanted to do most days was lay in bed, cry and maybe binge watch a couple episodes of ‘girlfriends.’ However, today was not the day.
June 22nd.
She never thought that she would get so excited seeing a date pop up on her calendar, but today was a day full of core memories for her. June 22nd was the day she fell for her now husband, Aaron. Saniah remembers the day they confessed their love for one another like it was yesterday; always replaying that moment in her head when she feels down or when she begins to degrade herself unknowingly.
Aaron made her feel worthy. Sure, she’s had her fair share of boys come and go in her life because I mean Saniah was a gorgeous woman. Some would say her voice sounded like the princesses of fairytales you read about, her eyes glistened like oozing honey and her lips could be mistaken for pillows. But Aaron made her feel so different . . . He was a man.
A man who wanted to cater to her in every way possible. Whether it was rubbing her feet after work, carrying her bag and the groceries inside or simply replacing her body care, hair care and makeup products when he notices they are nearly finished. He loved taking care of her and she loved being taken care of.
As Saniah walked out of their shared bathroom into their bedroom, rubbing EOS Vanilla Cashmere body lotion on her arms, she saw her chocolate brown maltipoo, Coco, jumping around her husband who was holding a big bouquet of red roses, sitting with his legs spread on their bed. She smiled as she slowly approached him.
“And who are these for?” She teased, rubbing the back of his head, kneeling to smell the roses. “For my girls.” He smiled, looking between Saniah and Coco as she giggled. “You’re too sweet to me. Isn’t your daddy sweet, Coco?” Saniah asked rhetorically, watching their dog bark as though she understood her.
“I only give what you deserve, baby.” He paused, placing the flowers to his side before pulling Saniah to straddle his lap and wrap his arms around her waist. She leaned down to press her lip against his, feeling his hand rise up behind her back, placing his ring finger down the middle of her spine, pushing upwards. She gasped, allowing him access to push his tongue into her mouth as they fought for dominance. His touch. His touch said so many things without saying a single word and she loved it.
He pulled away to stare at the mess he created. Her red lip gloss smothered across her chin, her eyes watery as though she was hungry for more. Aaron was convinced he loved seeing her like this more than anything: desperately needing him. “Happy anniversary, my love.” She said in an almost whisper tone. He pushed a strand of her freshly bleached curls behind her ear with his right hand, pressing his left thumb down on her clothed clit. “Happy anniversary, beautiful.” He smiled, gently rubbing her clothed clit in a circle.
“Aaron . . .” She breathed out, eyes shut. “I need you.” Her admission almost sounded like a plea. Aaron simply smiled and removed his hands from her, giving her one last peck before tapping her thigh as a signal for her to stand up. As he stood, looking down at his needy wife, he said “we have all the time in the world for that. Let’s not forget what today is about.” However, Saniah’s reaction wasn’t necessarily appreciative as she sighed, wiping her chin, grabbing her flowers and moving past him to go downstairs to wait in his car, mumbling a mouthful of curse words on her way out.
He laughed, grabbing Coco, closing all the lights in their room and walking down the stairs towards the kitchen where he had left the basket with all of Saniah’s favourite snacks that he packed for their picnic. He walked to his car, opening the passenger side so he could place Coco on Saniah’s lap, giving her a peck on her forehead. “Don’t get bratty with me because I won’t give you this dick right now.” He joked, but Saniah just stared, clearly sexually frustrated. “Don’t speak like that in front of my daughter.” She covered Coco’s ears, causing him to give her one of his notorious deep chuckles and close her side of the door.
He got into the driver side, leaning over to the backseat to place the basket behind them. Aaron knew Saniah could never stay mad at him for long because they were both too down bad for each other that they couldn’t help themselves. The drive to the beach was peaceful. They both hummed to ‘sweet love’ by Anita Baker, with Coco asleep in Saniah’s lap. She loved small moments like this that may seem insignificant to others, but to her it reminded her of the little family she’s building with the man she loves so deeply.
“We’re here.” Aaron expressed calmly with a clear expression of excitement laced in his voice. “You girls find a good spot for us while I grab everything.” He placed a kiss on top of Saniah’s head and rubbed Coco’s ear before hopping out and grabbing all the extra necessities he packed earlier for them. Watching from a distance, he saw Saniah pick the perfect spot, not too close or too far from the sea.
Aaron approached them with his hands full, placing all his items down to lay the blanket down. Saniah sat down with her legs placed on the outer edge of the blanket. “Come here.” Aaron motioned pulling her legs towards him, removing her sandals. “I’m surprised you let me walk by myself.” Saniah joked. “You know you love this. Stop playing with me.” Aaron laughed, smacking her plush thighs.
After he placed her sandals to the side of her, he put all the food and drinks down neatly, knowing she would want to take a picture to show her friends. “This is so cute!” Saniah squealed, grabbing her digital camera taking a picture. “Let me take one of you before the sun goes down.” He motioned for her to give him her camera while she began to pose. He took a couple pictures of her and of the scenery around them, then handed the camera back to her.
She stared at him as he placed Coco between his legs. Their size difference was crazy to Saniah. She sometimes wondered if Coco thought Aaron was a giant because of how small the dog was compared to him. “What’s on your mind?” He asked still playing with their ‘daughter’ as Saniah referred to Coco as. “How lucky I am to have someone like you.” She started, smiling at him with nothing but love. He chuckled. “I’m the lucky one. I can’t imagine my life without you.” He responded honestly.
Aaron was more quiet and introverted compared to Saniah, but when he spoke, he made sure she understood every word he said with clarity. “3 years and you still give me butterflies.” She giggled, covering her smile. “To think 3 years ago, I thought you didn’t even want to be in the same room as me.” He admitted, looking at her teasingly. “What? I was not that bad, was I?” She questioned, knowing she used to hate it when people were quiet around her. “You really want me to answer that?” He asked as she shook her head no profusely, causing him to laugh.
“I was so insecure back then. I felt like everyone who didn’t talk, be loud or just do the most all the time was a weirdo. It’s so embarrassing to think about it now.” She put her head down. “It’s really not a big deal, Niah. It’s not like I was offended or anything.” He shrugged before continuing. “If anything I found your extra ass cute.” He mumbled, causing her to whip her head towards him abruptly. “So all this time you had me feeling guilty for being childish and come to find out you was fucking with it? You’re sick.” Saniah rolled her eyes, watching him laugh with his whole body, shaking Coco in the process.
“It’s not like you were rude. You’re just yourself and that’s what I like most.” He laid back on his arms, closing his eyes. “You’re corny as shit, you know that?” She slapped his chest. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to lay next to him, signalling for her to close her eyes too. “Wait, I didn’t eat the strawberries yet!” Saniah whined, thinking about the food Aaron packed that was going to go to waste, when she heard a hum from Aaron. “Aaron!” She hit his chest again. “Close your eyes and listen to your surroundings.” He told her, rubbing her back, soothingly.
The sounds of the ocean waves flapping, the birds chirping a song and children playing in the distance filled their ears. It was so calming. Saniah loved how easy it was for her to be serene under his arms, like she had no worries or responsibilities to attend to later. She loved being in the moment with him, where she knew she would never be alone because he would always be there for her no matter what they go through together or individually. He loved her too much to disappoint her.
“I love you.” Aaron broke the silence. “I love you too.” She looked up at him, leaning in for a kiss that he reciprocated. “Now, get your ass up before these fat ass seagulls eat my food.” She hit his chest again, jolting him up. He loved this life.
All the black girls writing “black reader x character” stories need a damn raise. I mean this shit is so good. I can’t even describe it.
