Her back leaned against the desk chair as her brown eyes fixed on the mixing board. her fingers gradually twist the knob to lower the volume of the music, she held her iPhone in her right hand, her gaze shifted towards the increasing numbers showing on the top right corner of her phone, while her fingertip pushed down on the button. Her gentle laughter echoed through the studio, while the vibrant magenta-pink lights illuminated her melenated skin. The music abruptly halted, mimicking the pause on a record player, inviting a tranquil silence. surrounding the woman were the four walls painted in a midnight black hue, adorning these walls were gold and platinum records, and posters of music artists from back in the day and present day.
"I love this beat I made.." she admired, her head slowly bopped at the smooth beat, her gaze shifting to Metro's comment on her Instagram Live.
A playful grin curled upon her face at his comment, "May the best producer win Metro.." she declared with confidence, saying her goodbyes to the audience as she ended it with a push of her thumb.
Mona, a well-known hit producer, worked with numerous famous artists, earning admiration and respect for both her beats and herself. She engaged in a friendly rivalry with Metro Boomin, another prominent producer.
Before she placed her phone on the table it vibrated twice, indicating that she received a text message from Leland better known by his stage name, Metro Boomin. Her eyes locked on the screen.
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She lightly chuckled with a gentle shake of her head at the playful banter between them as Mona resumed adding the finishing touches to the beat.
One night, the talented producers decided to come together to produce a hit single, she called him to come over to her place.
The young producer parked his car by her house and his eyes fixed intently on the lights shining through the windows. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he reached for the door handle with each step, his shoes made a clicking sound on the chilly concrete.
Leland slammed the door shut behind him and pressed the button on the remote, hearing the double-deep from his car ring in his ears.
His hands buried deep in the front pouch of his black hoodie as he stopped at the front door, his knuckles hit against the door as he heard the soft thud of her footsteps through the house.
The door slowly swung open with a creak revealing Mona dressed in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants, her box braids neatly tied in a ponytail. "Hey Leland, come in.." she said, stepping aside to let him in.
The two of them wrapped their arms around each other, sharing a warm embrace, "How are you?" he asked, his potent cologne dancing in Mona's nostrils as they both pulled away from the hug, "I've been good, been busy..." she said, and Leland closed the door behind him.
Leland trailed behind Mona downstairs with their shoes thudding through the house, she pushed the door open as his eyes gazed upon the studio, he was impressed with the posters, and records hung neatly on the walls. The red lights above them created a seductive atmosphere in the room.
"Are you ready to work on this song?"
"I'm ready when you are.."
♡♥︎♡
His back leaned against onto the black couch, his bare skin brushing the soft cushions as his hands squeezed her hips, bouncing her up and down on his dick. "Oh shit Leland!" she spewed, her mouth hung open, her essence seeping onto his lap like a puddle, his palm roughly spanked her ass, "go faster baby," he rasped, watching her breasts bounce and her face twist up in pleasure, she continued ride him faster.
Without their knowledge, the red light for the record button was still on. Her moans echoed through the studio and were in sync with the beat playing in the background.
His hands cupped her breast as his mouth latched around her nipple, slightly pinching her sensitive nub, "Oh–f-fuck!" Mona moaned shakily, her wet walls contrasted around his dick, riding him harder. "Do you hear how wet I'm getting for you?" She slurred, the leaking mess between her thick thighs. the cushions underneath him were soaked. "Hell yeah, so fucking wet." Leland groaned lowly, spanking her ass again.
He threw his head back on the plush couch. he felt her essence gush around his dick for the hundredth time, "how good does this pussy feel? hm?" Mona hummed playfully, burying her face in the curve of his neck. His hand gripped around her neck and drew her nearer. "S-So good." He hissed, sweat pooling his forehead.
He tightened his grip on her neck, his eyes fixed on hers. Her stomach tightened in response, his dick pulsing against her walls."i-i'm cumming!" she moaned, her juices gushed around his dick and she screamed so loudly, he pulled out of her, coming on her stomach, they quickly cleaned up the mess.
He lifted her off his thick manhood swiftly and gently laid her down beside him on the couch. She rashly collects her clothes and gets dressed while he puts on his black sweatpants and boxers, sliding on his shirt.
"Do you want to make a track next week?" She asked him, her teeth sinking into her lips.
Leland stepped closer to her with a smirk on his attractive face, pecking her lips tenderly. "Yes I do, maybe we can go on a date too?" he added, his gaze shifted to the record button.
"I would love to.." she nodded, smiling at him.
"Oh shit! We're still recording the song!" He mentioned, rushing over to the mixing board.
Leland swiftly pushed the button, prompting their heads to swivel towards one another, erupting into fits of laughter. Perhaps this song held the potential for someone. the duo delved back into perfecting the melody, eliminating any unwanted grunts, the creaking of the couch, and even Mona's occasional lewd screams of his name. As the night drew to a close, a palpable aura of music and desire lingered in the air.
