Trigger Warning: sexual content ahead

Y/N bit her lip and pushed her glasses on her face. Her mentor and boss, Michael Keating, nodded to her latest demo. She pulled on her sweatshirt nervously as she awaited his response. Once the beat stopped she smiled.

"Another great one, Y/N." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you. I want to adjust it a bit before we give it to the client." Y/N said quietly.

Michael smiled even more. His long locs cascaded down his back turning a bit grey, "Sure. Whatever you need."

Y/N nodded looking at her Apple watch. It was ten in the morning and a sunny day in Los Angeles, "What's on the list for today?"

Michael clasped his hands in front of his as he led her down the long hallways of Keating Label. Many of the staff members greeted them politely, "We have an important client coming in. He just flew in from London."

Y/N kept a straight face, "What's the plan?"

Michael always led meetings. Y/N was his musical prodigy and many people told her she was better than him. Singing wasn't her thing but music was. "He'll tell us what he wants."

Y/N waited in the studio. It was huge. A mixing board went from wall to wall. And in front of it, a studio was waiting. An Apple desktop was there for import and export. Y/N smiled when she saw instruments in the booth, it reminded her of a small orchestra. She stood by the conference table in the large room.

Michael was talking on the phone when she saw them enter. Central Cee and his entourage entered loudly. His gold chains clanked around his neck. Y/N felt her gut twitch with nervousness. She sat in the spinning chairs.

"Central Cee, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Michael said giving him a quick bro hug.

The man before her smiled genuinely, "Nice meeting you too sir."

Y/N kept her head down as she scribbled music ideas in her notebook. Oakley's eyes flickered to her for a second before getting to Micahel, "I'm super excited to be here."

Micahel sat next to Y/N at the table. The rest of the men followed getting comfortable, "I heard you left your previous producer. Why is that?"

Oakley took a moment to gather his thoughts, "Conflicting ideas. For this next album, I want something fresh and more mature. I want it to cross different people and shit. You know?"

Micahel nodded intensely, "Of course. Here at Keating Label, we strive to produce the best work for our clients. We're like a family and we're happy to have you on board."

Oakley cleared his throat, "Great. So where should we start?"

Michael eyed Y/N. She had been interning for over a year and he thought it was time to push her outside her comfort zone, "Y/N here is going to take the lead on your project."

Her head shot up from her notebook. With a shaky smile, she looked at Michael, "Okay."

"I have some other clients to take care of. I assure you Y/N is the best. She just worked on that Drake project. She even did something for Beyonce. Of course, she doesn't admit it but she's the best."

Oakley rubbed his chin, "Wait that new Drake album was you? It won like five Grammys. What's your producer tag?"

She blushed at all the attention. Her eyes followed as Michael left the room, "Uh, I go by Scarlett Quinn. I don't go by my real name."

Y/N was confident in her abilities. She was Keating Label's secret weapon but the price of fame, she didn't exactly want. Oakley's eyes lit up at her admission, "Yo, this is perfect."

Y/N cleared her throat as another intern entered. Jackson was below her. He was a young kid from Baltimore that she had met in passing but when the two worked together they created magic. He greeted Oakley like he knew him.

Jackson opened his laptop while Y/N typed on her iPad. Oakley admired her from across the table. He had worked with many women but she seemed different. Y/N lifted her eyes noticing his staring, "I've listened to your previous stuff."

"And?"

Y/N tried not to sound harsh, "You only stay in one lane."

"Pardon?"

Jackson giggled, "Bro, she's saying you aren't versatile."

"That's not a bad thing. Lots of artists have one sound. It's been going on for ages. You know Motown had a distinct sound. It's not bad but you want to switch it up. Drill rap is cool but if you want to reach new audiences you need perspective and flavor."

Oakley nodded smiling. Y/N realized how pretty his teeth were. He responded, "Okay. I trust you."

Y/N gave him a tight-lipped smile, "What's your inspiration for this new album."

Oakley sat up in his chair. He pulled out his computer and notebook. He liked writing stuff down just like Y/N. "Well, I wanted a mix of rap and r&b. I'm trying to win some major awards this upcoming season."

Y/N nodded, "Go on."

Y/N watched as he showed her and Jackson his notes, "I've been really connecting with my dad. He's Guyanese. I want a rich Caribbean influence but also some heavy influence of classical and jazz. I don't know something like a mash-up. I already have the songs ready."

"Nah, I got it. I have some major ideas for this project." Y/N smiled brightly. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

She sat up, "Jack and I will put together some samples this week. I've been wanting to do this for a while, not a lot of artists use instruments as a main layer. Would that be cool?"

Oakley looked confused, "You play instruments? We don't have money in the budget for an orchestra."

Jackson laughed again, "Dude, Y/N can play everything under the sun."

"Have you thought about a name?" Jackson asked really intrigued by their conversations.

"The Rebound. Kinda represents a rebirth of some sort."

A week later Y/N and Jackson kept their promise. They delivered a few samples and Oakley approved everything. And so Y/N spent her time creating beats. It was late on Sunday night. They had been working on his album for two months now. Jackson rubbed his tired eyes as he listened to Y/N.

"Cee, you can't overpower the beat! There's something missing but raising your voice isn't cutting it." Y/N looked at him frustrated.

"Maybe we should just take a break. Come back in a few days." Jackson said closing his laptop.

She sighed, "Fine. Let's meet up again this week."

She clicked her tongue as she relistened to the beat. Oakley said goodbye to Jackson as he left. It was just the two of them. Oakley checked his phone, it was dying. "Y/N relax."

Her eyes opened, "Something's missing."

Oakley shrugged his shoulders, "Darlin' we got a whole album to do. Don't stress. We're not even halfway done."

He sat in the chair next to her. She inhaled his cologne, it was sweet just like him. "I'm a perfectionist."

Oakley raised an eyebrow, "You don't say."

Y/N hit his arm playfully. Sparks and heat erupted on her skin as she pulled away, "What's your story behind this song? Tell me more."

Oakley cleared his throat suddenly nervous, "It's a bit about heartbreak in a way. Like a diss track but more heartfelt. The beat is supposed to cover up the hurt in the words. I want people to feel amped up when they hear it the first time but over time they really feel the pain in the words."

Y/N's face softened at his words, "I know a lot of people see you as a street nigga but also a heartthrob so I get it. Love is complicated."

They sat in silence for a minute. Oakley watched her. He felt like he could see the thoughts racing in her mind. "What's your story?"

Y/N opened her eyes, "I only got this job because Michael saw me dj'ing a show in Miami. I almost didn't play but my friends convinced me it would be the only way to overcome my stage fright."

Oakley laughed, "You stage fright?"

She blushed, "Yeah. I'm a quiet one. Silent but deadly."

An idea popped into her head, "Wait what if we added more electric guitar? I think that'll bring out the pain. Give it more edge and rock." (NOTE: kinda like I Don't Like.1 by Chief Keef, the vibes are immaculate)

Oakley followed her into the booth as she grabbed the red guitar. From the inside, she set up the song and recording devices. The minute the music played her face lit up. Oakley recited the words as she gracefully played the guitar.

Her fingers glided across the cords as the sultry guitar added a much need base to the song. It only took one take and they had the perfect song. As the music faded Y/N saved their progress taking off her headphones.

"How was that?" She asked a bit shy.

Oakley gave her heart eyes. He clutched his chest like he had fallen in love with the girl before him, "Honestly I love you."

Y/N laughed as she stood up, "I take it you like the new addition?"

"With the drums and everything it's great." Oakley stepped closer to her.

Her breath hitched when he took her glasses off. He appeared a bit blurry but the way he looked at her made her panties wet.

"I wasn't kidding though," Oakley stated moving a curl from her face.

Y/N blinked, "What?"

He rolled his eyes tired of her coy act. Instead, he kissed her softly. His large hands cradled her face. God he was warm she thought kissing him back.

Their lips moved in sync as he backed her into the wall. He tugged at her sweatshirt, "I hate that you wear all these fucking layers."

She giggled exposing her neck. Oakley groaned as he inhaled her scent. His fingers pulled on the loop of her blue jeans gliding them down her thick legs.

Y/N could feel his erection through his tech suit. He always wore comfortable clothes but now she was thinking he just wanted easy access.

His fingertips danced over her lace panties, grinning like a schoolboy he kissed her hungrily, "You make me so hard you know that?"

"Mhm," Y/N said rubbing his dick through his pants.

She tugged on his pants exposing his naked body to hers. Oakley fumbled with the condom ripping it open.

Y/N gasped when he lifted her body against the wall wrapping her legs around his slim waist. His dick poked at her entrance.

She reached down lining it up with her opening. He moaned lowly when she pushed his dick inside her wetness.

He had a good handle on her as he lifted her up and down slamming into her. Y/N threw her head back scratching his back.

"Oh my god." She moaned as he pounded into her.

Y/N felt her eyes roll back when he kept hitting her spot. "Mm, I'm gonna cum."

Oakley smiled at her face as she felt her climax reach its peak. He kept his pace hitting her spot over and over again. She tightened around him as she came on his dick.

Y/N's legs shook as he put her down. He kissed her lips squeezing her neck. Y/N's hands found his dick. She took the condom off getting on her knees rubbing his shaft.

"Are you sure?"

Y/N smiled innocently as she tapped his tip against her lips, "You talk too much do you know that?"

He chuckled when she used his words against him. It was cut short when she took him in her mouth.

"Fuck." He cursed feeling her tongue swirl around his tip and then deep-throat it.

His hand entangled into her high puff grasping onto her head and pushing her head deeper. Y/N gagged a bit but continued to breathe keeping her pace steady.

His dick twitched in her mouth, "Let me cum please."

Y/N continued really engaging him this time. She twisted her hands around his exposed shaft as her tongue focused on his sensitive tip. She felt his cum in her mouth. His cum glided down her throat as she kept sucking.

"Oh shit." He mumbled feeling like she was sucking his soul.

Y/N released her grip on him as his dick went limp. She rubbed her mouth licking her lips. Oakley yanked on her wrist pulling her from the floor. He kissed her passionately.

Y/N pulled back realizing what she just did, "Damn it."

She quickly untangled herself from him as she got dressed. Oakley stood stunned, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No but I did. This will totally fuck shit up." Her chest rose and fell with panic as she pulled on her clothes.

Oakley pulled on his underwear reclothing himself, "I like you. You like me. I thought we were feeling each other. It was mutual."

"But your my client. I overstepped." Her eyes got teary.

Oakley was soft when he saw that, "Y/N. You ain't do nothing wrong."

She waved a hand in front of him, "Stop. Listen I'll finish the album but no more late nights. And you won't speak of this."

A look of hurt flashed across his face. It stabbed Y/N in the heart but he swallowed the pain and went stone cold, "Okay."

Authors Note:

y'all this is over 2,000 words. A WHOLE DAMN ESSAY.

so if you read it all I love you stink stink!

some smut for y'all.

bro tina turner died today, and as a black girl with older parents and family I heard her music all the time and saw her movie. Tsk tsk extremely sad but writing got my head up. (If anything us black folk be acting like famous ppl our family members)

I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS OMG I SPENT TIMEEEEE ON THIS