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☆┇a taste of the story: You were having a hard time in the studio today. Things just weren't in your favor today, whether it was the flow or the lyrics. Something was missing, and you just couldn't figure it out..until your producer and boyfriend!Stack helps you alone in the isolated recording booth.

☆┇ingredients & calorie count: this late night sweet treat includes 3k+ word servings. has notes of mr. certifited eaterrrr, music!producer!Stack, black!fem!singer!reader, p in v, porn with a bit of plot, oral (fem receiving), unprotected smexy time. 18+ ,MINORS THIS IS NOT THE BAKERY FOR YOU! Ella’s Mai’s Song 10,000 hours!! all lyrics belong to Ella Mai

☆┇mika's notes: this is in fact a late-night sweet treat for my lovelies who are still up at 2 am!! tried my best with proofreading sorry for the wait, everyone. (this was supposeddddd to be a drabble but…here we are with 3k words) But hope y'all enjoy! dividers cred @cursed-carmine

The music has been playing in your ears for hours now. It's a familiar routine, you inside the isolated booth, headphones that rested against your ear, standing in front of the mic. Sheet music stand holds your printed, now it's not like you really needed them. You know the words by heart, but something isn't hitting the way you want it to. So maybe see the lyrics physically might help you figure out whatever the problem is.

You can't tell if it's your vocals, the beat, or the lyrics themselves, but something is completely off.

Through the double-paned glass that was in front of you, the luxurious control room, with its plush leather seats, top-notch recording equipment, and the walls that were decorated with a mix of your own plaques and favorite artists' records. Sitting on the other side of the glass are your manager, Ayesha, your assistant and close friend, Tia, and right in the middle, sat right in front of the soundboard is Elias, also known as Stack, your producer and boyfriend.

This was supposed to be a quick session, but it has dragged on for three hours now. Wearing a comfortable brown halter top and camo skirt with a double belt that laid low on your hips, with lots of thigh to show underneath, you shift on your feet, the frustration starting to cloud your mind. You hum to yourself, shaking your head murmuring, "Mmm, something ain't right." Usually, you’re entirely confident in your music, but this creative block is causing a stubborn stagnancy.

Now you being in the studio for hours wasn't something new, but you having trouble like this?? now this was something completely different.

Ayesha watched you through the glass as you hummed to yourself . She took note of how you were nodding your head to the beat, but pen in hand and scribbling on the paper that had your lyrics on them.

You were in the studio longer then expected due to something that was bothering you, and you couldn't even place what it was.

You couldn't put your finger on it.

Ayesha took a brief sip of her water as she sighed leaning back in the office chair, that made a slight screeching noise as she leans back. And Stack, oh Stack's eyes never left you, he saw the tension in your expression the uncertainty and doubt clouding your mind, as you shook your head scribbling more on the paper.

Before any of them could speak, your voice broke the silence in the room.

Turning back into the mic, you ask, "Can y'all isolate my vocals? I'll sing it real quick."

Outside the glass, Stack’s head tilts. He leans his elbows on the mixing desk, his fingers moving smoothly against the sliders to mute the backing track.

But as you begin to sing the lyrics raw, it still isn't working. It’s not what you want to hear, and you weren't…..feeling it??

"What do you think it is?" Ayesha asked aloud, to both Stack and Tia, they both knew what she was asking.

Tia shrugged her shoulders as she shook her head, completely stumped on what could be the problem, she thought the song was perfect and sounded good to her "I'm gonna keep it real i ain't got a clue in the world, i liked the song, but you know how she gets when she don't like somethin', it doesn't leave her mind until she fixes it,".

Stack hums agreeing, he knew how she gets in her head so quickly when it comes to her music, she gets like that because she cares deeply about it, he always knew that everything had a place for her and so once something seems outta place, you were the one to fix it.

He just wonders what you were thinking.

You let out a heavy groan, sucking your teeth, unaware of how intently Stack is watching you. He always catches the small things—the furrow of your eyebrows, the tension in your shoulders, the doubt in your eyes.

He twirls a pen between his fingers, his tongue rolling into his cheek as an idea forms. He knows exactly how to break through your frustration or whatever is going on in your head.

"Tia, Ayesha," Stack says, his tone low and calculated as he speaks to the room. "We haven't had our break yet." He briefly looks at you. "Looks like she needs one, and we could use one too. Why don't y'all step out for a bit so I can talk to her?"

Tia and Ayesha exchange a look, then glance back at him. "You sure?" Tia asks.

Stack nods, rubbing his hand along his goatee. "Positive. Y'all go on and grab some lunch. I know y'all were talkin about the new place on 5th, see what happenin' over there. I'll text y'all when we're finished here."

Tia looks at Stack and then you, "You want us to get y'all a lil somethin, heard they got some good fries there too," she offers.

Stacks waves her off "Nah, I'm straight, but you can probably get her something to eat,".

Ayesha gives him a warning look, "You betta make sure she's alright,"

Stacks nods without hesitation "Always,".

Ayesha sighs, pushing back her rolling chair with a slight squeak, and grabs her purse. Tia follows close behind, their distant murmurs fading as the studio door clicks shut.

Now, Stack leans back in his chair, his eyes entirely fixed on you.

You're still looking down at your lyric sheet, pen in hand, aggressively scratching out words and editing lines. The sudden sound of the heavy booth door opening snaps you out of your daze. Looking up, your shoulders instantly ease at the sight of him walking in. Elias stands there taking in your frustrated appearance, his white shirt clinging to his frame, every ridge of his muscles on display, and for a second, the stress of the track completely fades away.

You turn your head back to the sheet of lyrics.

"Elias, i don't know, how do i sound to you?" your head hangs low as you ask.

"You always sound good to me"

Stack's heart softens even more after he hears you call him 'Elias', it was a soft spot for him always. He walks up behind you, his hand on the music stand looking over your scribbles and notes you made on the paper as his hand slither around your waist.

"What's bothering you so much that it's got you writing liking chicken scratch on the lovely lyrics?" He asks with a smirk appearing on his face.

You sigh and shrug. "I don't know.. something ain't clicking, I'm just not feeling it,"

"I'm just….this never happens to me, you know?" you add.

Stack picks up the paper and looks at it, reading it as he paces the room, and he hums the beat to himself .

"How bout, you tell me what you like in the song and what you got going on in that head of yours?" he ask as he lightly taps your temple.

You look around the room, as you pull the one side of the headphones away from your ear.

"Ummm, I like the percussion on this track, also really like slow vibe on the one part that gives a little sensual vibe,". You begin to hum the song and go to the chorus that you love and sing.

"Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin'. You know every second adds up to a minute.

As you are singing Stack leaves the room heading back to the control room and standing right in front of the soundboard. He watches you, your eyes are closed and singing, he can see that you are easing into the music and then his finger moves against one of the sliders, slowing the tempo down just a little bit.

You like the way that sounds, so you continue.

You sing .

"Need 10,000 hours, We can be so in love, Don't stop, I'm counting them up.

Run the clock, I be counting them up.

We can be so in love.

You know every second adds up to a minute.

Need 10,000 hours

We can be so in love."

As you sing, Stack is adjusting the soundboard, so when you sing the lyrics "We could be so in love" it loops. Your voice is now a background vocal and looping. It sounds exactly what was missing .

A smile can't help but appear on your face as you sing. Before Stack walks back into the isolated room, he watches you as you finish singing and saves that track. You still sing to the music, and Stack walks up to you smiling.

“How does it sound now?" he asks, looking at you.

You smile as you take the headphones off and place them on his ears. Before he even hears the rest, his lips find yours, melting together. His hands immediately find your ass, as he listens to your voice singing to him

"Y/N, you sound so good" he pulls away breathlessly from the kiss.

He presses himself against you and you smile. Your lips dance together as his hand find the back of your head, bringing you closer to him.

"Hold on baby," he says pulling away ripping a needy moan from you. As he takes the headphones off and leaves the room.

He leaves the room and your panties are soaked, you stand there waiting and soon you hear your voice coming from the speakers of the isolated room.

The song you just sang, now playing throughout the room.

He walks back in with a erection that can't be ignored, but he caresses your cheek.

"Told you before to stop doubting yourself, ain't I?". He asks looking down at you.

"Y-Yes," you lean up to kiss him but he doesn't let you get the satisfaction just yet.

"You were stressin' and all I needed to hear was what you were fucking with and what you weren't, and I knew what to add once I heard it.” He kisses your neck, his wet lips sliding up your neck with little bites he leaves as he makes his way up to your ear and kisses it.

You can't help but let out a moan "Mmm, baby,".

Stack smiles against your ear, your hear a soft huff of air and shiver, "Now you just listen to yourself and how pretty you sound," he directs.

You take a sharp breath as he kisses your ear, and smiles.

As you kiss him, your soaked panties cling to your soppy pussy. You feel his fingers pull them to the side, toying with your sensitive clit, causing you to jolt in his arms.

He smirks something cocky as he watches you. He lives for how sensitive you are for him, how wet you are.

His hand slowly holds you, pressing you against the double glass-paned window. You kiss him before he pulls away and shows all the love to your chest, licking the part of skin that shows on your test and squeezing your nipples through your bra.

His eyes lock with yours, causing you to whimper as his other hand has remained busy on your clit. He kisses down your body, your breathing becomes heavy. He moves the material of your skirt and kisses the meat of your thighs. He then drags his tongue on your clothed pussy a couple of times. Your head leans back on the glass window pane.

" 'Lias- you ain't gotta-" you begin to say

"Shh, what i need you to do is it back and sing for me, go on and listen to your song and hit those high notes for me," Stack grins as he pushed your soaked panties to the side, giving your pussy kisses and licks before sliding your panties off.

His grabs your thigh, placing it on his shoulder as he begins to devour your pussy, full of tongue as his nose begins to rub your clit, your eyes widen and mouth agape as you hand supports the back of his head. "F-Fuck S-S-Eliass you—".

Stack smiles as his tongue delves into you. He groans as he hears you having trouble speaking, stumbling and stuttering over your words. Doesn't sound like much singing to him.

Your moans can't be helped from escaping you.

"Baby, I need more, please. I- could you please stop teasing!" you whine out, your hands caressing the back of his head.

Stack chuckles and hits your g spot one last time, leaving a drabble of spit and your juices smeared on his lips and your pussy. He slurps every bit, and he pulls away, standing to his feet as he hears your pleas.

"So damn, impatient. I ain't doing shit until I hear my pretty girl sing like I hear you on these fucking speakers. You got a voice of the angels, princess, and I wanna hear that." He rasps as his dick throbs in his pants.

You clear your throat, realizing he is serious. As he smiles, tilting his head, grabbing your hips and turning you to face the glass window, your hands immediately bracing on the cold glass and your breath panning on the window, fogging up just as you exhale.

And you begin to sing, the lyrics. Your voice oozing like honey in his ears. You are harmonizing with yourself. "I've been high and I've been low." He holds your hips, kissing your shoulder and neck as you continue. You feel the bass from the speakers in your chest, or maybe that was your heart racing because of how wet you were. You begin to find the rhythm of the music as if there wasn't a care in the world."But this time I know it's for sure." He watches you in the glass , his eyes taking in your figure, and feeling your ass, and soon his hands aren't on you. You

You hear a zzziiiipppp sound behind you. Stack fists himself behind you, tapping your leg, signaling for you to spread your legs wider . You continue singing."Cause I'm right where I belong, and we are only getting stronger. Feel's good to be down in my—!"

"Oooouuuu shiit—" You moan as your head leans on the glass, your breath fogging a spot on the window. Stack lined himself up with your soaked pussy so quickly you didn't even realize, and his thrust wasn’t so gentle; they had urgency and passion behind it.

"Fuuck!. You are everything, baby. Ain’t nobody doing it like you ain’t, that right?". He sinks into you again, causing your body to jolt to the window as Stack grips your hips. Your back arching, Stack looks down, looking down as his dick thrusts into you.

In and Out. In and Out. In and Out.

A constant pace, a relentless one.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. All for me, my pretty girl. Sing just for me." He grunts as he kisses your neck. Both of your senses were blown. Your music on a loop in the room, mic stand kicked on the floor. Hands everywhere, and Stack fucking you like there was no tomorrow as you throw your pussy back to him. Stack moaning and grunting in your ear as your head is leaned back on his shoulder, hand on the window, bracing and back arching.

"You sound really close, baby. You gonna come for me, ain't you?" Stack kisses your shoulder, the sound of your lovemaking, remixing with the music you just made in the studio.

Tears begin to prick into your eyelids as you whine. "Aaa-aa- I-I can't hold it anymore".

The wet slapping sounds coming from your pussy only grew as Stack continues, the material of your skirt flipped to your back. You cum, no longer able to hold it, as a moaning cry leaves your lips as your whole body convulses and locks. That doesn't cause Stack to pull back; in fact, it drives him even crazier.

Stack pulls your hips back as he is chasing your release with his own. His thrust pushes you forward to the glass. You use the glass as leverage, pushing your pussy back onto his dick, and you hear him moan. Stack cums with a groan , kissing your neck and sinking his teeth, leaving marks on your skin.

Stack fills you up, and some cum spurts onto the underside of your skirt, sinking into the material. You two catch your breath. As he pulls out slowly, smacking your ass, causing you to yelp, "Eliass!"

“Girl, stop all that," Stack chuckles, rubbing your ass softly and leading you to take a seat.

You both take a minute catching your breath as his arm wraps around you. You look at the glass closely. Squinting and smirking as you whisper, "Oh my god."

Stack looks at you as he is adjusting himself back into his pants, as he zipping his pants back up and catches his breath, "Oh my god, what, what are we whatin' about?" As he moves his head trying to match your eye line and see what you are seeing, a smirk that shows his dimples all too well appears on his face.

You try to stop him. "Don't start."

But you knew it was already done

Stacks smile is wide with pride, "Oh ho hoooo, I'm definitely taking a picture of this for keepsake, damn baby, I had your hand print like that.”

You roll your eyes, giggling at his foolish behavior, as he gets up and grabs his phone, snapping a picture at an angle for the lighting to be just right and.

Click. Click. Click.

A couple of shots were taken, and as he bends down, picking up the music stand and fallen lyrics, phone in hand, he can't help but smile as his eyes examine the picture closer.

"Hold up, I'm not gonna lie, this would make a dope ass cover for the album." He nods at the picture, already thinking of a way to edit it, if you agreed.

You can't help but roll your eyes, but now that you think of it, maybe you would.

A hand print of your love, where you make the music you love, isn't such a bad idea.

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Whoever (m) x BlackGn!reader

❀~900 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), dirty talk, overstimulation, dubcon (just to be safe), degradation, rough sex, pet names/name calling(e.g., slut, sweetheart, and baby), condomless sex (wrap it), etc❀

💌: I like the first version I wrote more... might not be the same next time you see it.

་༘࿐18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽་༘࿐

You try to tilt your hips, a desperate, fluttering movement intended to throw him off—to angle away so he stops hitting that spot, the one that’s got your legs shaking and your brain buzzing with a static charge. ​

But he catches it. Of course he does. ​

"Where you runnin’ to?" he rasps, his voice a low, vibrating growl that shivers through your spine like a physical blow. His fingers—calloused, thick, and mapped with those heavy, prominent veins—dig into the soft meat of your hips, squeezing the skin as he anchors you to the mattress.

"Thought you liked it right there." ​He slams back in, a deliberate, bone-deep thrust that drives his entire weight into that tender, aching spot that’s already got you fucked dumb.

You gasp, your hands scrabbling for something to hold, anything, but he’s relentless. He keeps your hips locked down under the crushing pressure of his palms and grinds into it like he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out.

​The sound of your joining is obscene—a wet, rhythmic slap slap slap of skin meeting skin. The friction has turned the slick heat of your arousal into a thick, creamy lather that smears across your thighs and webs between you with every stroke.

​"You think I didn’t notice? How you squeeze me every time I hit it? Thought you could hide that?" The words are hot and filthy against your neck. "Nah. That spot's mine now. You hear me? I’m gonna keep hitting it until you can’t remember your own name." ​

He pulls back just a fraction, the wet, suctioning plop of the air hitting your joining echoing in the room. He leans back on his heels, a dark, amused smirk etching on his face as he looks down at where he’s buried. The thick, pale cream of your arousal is lathered white against his shaft, dripping in heavy, slow beads onto the rumpled sheets. ​

"Look at that," he coos, his voice dripping with sweet condescension as he reaches down to trace the mess. "Look how messy you are for me. Just a little puddle of need, aren't you? All that talk, and you’re already out of it. Poor thing... you can't help yourself when I'm inside you, can you?"

ℰ𝒸𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎

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With your body now accommodating both of their girthy dicks, the fullness of them stretching your aching holes, has your eyes rolling back. A guttural groan pulls from your chest as the dual pressure in two separate places send intense waves—one deep and relentless from the front, and the other a tight, slow spreading stretch in the back. The pain from the tightness was quickly giving way to an incredible, overwhelming sense of being completely filled, completely owned. You were so far gone that words weren't even flowing coherently, only babbling about how good it felt.

His dick plunged into you with mounting need, your tight, warm hole swallowing him deeper and deeper, while your asshole puckered firmly around your dildo as he fucked it into you at different, demanding speeds. Shifting your bodies sideways, his right arm holds you firmly against him. Sensitive nipples pressed gently to his chest, his large hand gropes at your thigh pulling your lower half closer to feel his dick kiss to the hilt. While your arms and legs cling to his frame, he hisses at the drag of your nails digging into the taut flesh of his back.

Your whimpers grew whiney as his left hand moved past the expanse of your ass cheek to manage thrusting the dildo at a moderate speed, effortlessly getting a better angle this way.

"O-oh─ oh my God─" Your head lulls back in ecstasy, eyelids flickering, eyes rolling over, pouty cries slipped from your lips as your arms embrace him tighter, fingers slipping and curling into the dark strands of his hair.

With heavy grunts, his head drops, burying his face into the curve of your neck. Listening to your breathy moans perform a sinful quaver in the depths of his ears as his hips work over drive, snapping up into you with a nasty swivel, making your pussy swallow and clench him tighter.

"That's it, sweetheart. Tell me how good that feels," he whispered against your damp skin, his voice thick with raw triumph.

His jaw ticked with effort. Every wind becoming more sharper and precise as you unknowingly milk him with practiced ease.

He watches your face twist into a deep frown of pure sensation, your swollen lips parted, allowing a thin string of drool to spill down the side of your mouth and against his bicep.

He was cooing and mocking your pathetic, utterly fucked-out state, loving how, after every low, teasing question, all you could manage in response was a helpless, whimpering moan. He began to thrust with renewed, wicked energy, finding a rhythm that worked both entrances simultaneously.

His hand moved from your hips to cup the underside of your ass, supporting the weight of the toy and driving it deeper with every stroke. You arched your back, utterly lost to the hurricane of pleasure swirling from your clit, your pussy, and the delicious stretching in your ass.

Every single nerve ending in your lower body was screaming in delight, and all you could do was feel the climax tightening its coil in the pit of your stomach, ready to explode.

You couldn't form any more words, only muffled cries and gasps. Your legs squeezing tighter around his torso, a desperate, final clutch as your body began to tremble.

Just as the world dissolved into pure, white heat, Dick drove into you with two final, violent, hip-rocking thrusts, letting out a loud, shuddering groan of his own as he poured his final load deep inside you.

The room grew in silence, sounds of heavy breathing and the squelching of your pussy as he ruts through the end of your shared climax is the only thing that fills the sex driven air.

"Keep going, baby," you whisper lovingly, nose bumping his cutely caressing your lips against his.

A low drawl of a hum exasperates from the depths of his chest. Eyes forming into hearts, observe the gorgeous yet sinful glow on your sweet face, watching how your lips curl to the warm sticky sensation tickle between your sexes. "Like this, sweets? You like that?" Wrapping his arms around the small of your back, groping a handful of your ass, he feels you match his rhythm.

You nod, eyes becoming hooded, moaning weakly, "Mhmm, I like that so much." Your pussy flutters open wider, submitting to his slow, jaw dropping pivots.

Both of you hold each other like this for the rest of the night, giving each other sweet mouth watering kisses, and listening to each other's sweet soft whimpers and grunts echo subtlety.

𝓛𝓘𝓛 𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓚 𝓟𝓡𝓐𝓝𝓚| 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲-𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬!, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠!, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮, 𝐧-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!(𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐚𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱!, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞(𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭), 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞!, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘨𝘰.

╰┈➤ "what?" smoke called out to you as he turned around. "you heard me" you tried your best not to seem intimidated by his sudden drop of tone as you stood in the middle of the room with your arm folded over your plump chest. "mama, don't start wit me" he replied chuckling as he walked passed you to the bedroom door, walking out and heading towards the bathroom. "i'm tired, okay? nigga been at work at since 6 this morning i don't have time to fight with you right now" he sighed.

"this the shit i be talking about" you "sneered" as you followed him into the bathroom. "what "shit" baby? i swear you always trying to argue cause you bored as fuck in this house, go get a hobby or sum" he huffed. "YOU! you're always walking away from everything like why can't you just handle the problem at hand?" you snapped, almost laughing as he looked at you like you were crazy.

" i know good in well you ain't just yell at me y/n....you getting beside yourself" he pointed a finger at you with a bitter chuckle. "i've always been like this babes, you just late to the party" you rolled your eyes.

he continued to stare at you as you can visibly see his patience for you is wearing thin as time passes. your words are finally breaking him and it's quite exciting as you felt moisture start to form downwards. you tried crossing your legs subtly but smoke caught onto it quick as he smirked before turning towards the shower and twisting the nob.

he did everything so silently after that and it honestly made you even more wet with a bit of nervousness as well. every time he does quiet like this, you know your legs aren't gonna be usable.

"you know what," he finally announced after the deadly silence. "i got something for you" he simply stated with no further explanation. you gulped as you built up the courage to point at him some more. "well, it's the least you can with that LITTLE dick of yours" you made sure to empathize the one word that would get him irritated.

your heart began to speed up as you anticipated for his reaction. smoke stopped what he was doing and turned towards you with furrowed eyebrows. "matter fact, stay in here and take off them clothes" he sternly asked as his jaw clenched.

you stood there stuck for a moment not knowing if you should listen to him or keep playing the game that you started. to be honest you were terrified for what treatment you're about to receive from your "attitude" towards him. "did you not hear what i just said woman? am i muted? are you deaf?" he questioned as he marched up towards you. "n-no" you shamelessly stuttered.

"then get yo ass out of them clothes and get in the shower wit me, aight?" he stared deep in your soul before huffing, turning around and started to take his clothes off one by one. you nervously shook as you reached for your top and slowly lifted it off your body.

soon, your bra was next, then your shorts, then your underwear went you were hesitant to take off due to your wetness making itself known as the slimy substance clung onto the fabric and your perfectly shaved pussy.

you subconsciously crossed your arms over your body as you watched him get into the shower. his manly back muscles were making themselves known. you took a deep breath before getting in after him. he didn't say anything to you as he used the body wash and loofa to clean his body.

you grabbed your own loofa and started to shower as well. a few minutes passed by and you were still nervous. him standing here with his back turned towards you under the shower as the water dripped down from his hair down to his brown skin.

he soon turned towards you, grabbed ahold of your waist with force as you slightly yelped in shock from the sudden aggression. "babe, my hair will get wet" you silently told him. "you think i care?" he rebutted, trailing his hands down from your waist to your hips before stopping at your ass to give you a harsh slap and soon turned you around forcefully.

you held onto the wall for support, you figured he wanted to fuck you in a certain position so you intentionally backed your ass up on him. "look at you, waiting to be fucked like the ho you is" he slapped your ass again watching as it jiggled from the force causing you to moan at the feeling. you can feel your slick trickle down your thighs.

"elijah, baby put it in" you whined backing your ass up on him again. "stop" he held onto your hips, forcing an arch in your back. "wasn't you just mad at me? huh? now you want this dick?" he grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip up and down between your folds.

you moaned quite loudly as he dipped it into your hole a bit. his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip as he continued his torture. his dick getting wetter and wetter from your slick coating it. "wasn't you just saying how small my dick and now you aching for it?" he said in disbelief.

"i-i was joking baby please put it in, i need you" you cried out. "oh you was joking? yea let's see if it's a joke now" he remarked, plunging his dick into your hole using the hand that once held it towards your neck and began thrusting at a fast pace. your body jolted at each thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned out his name.

"elijah~ you feel so good daddy" you whimpered as tried to keep your balance from his harsh thrusts. "yeah? i thought my dick was small though, you sure is taking it like a good ass slut" he grunted watching his dick disappear in and out of your hole. you bit your lip, pushing your ass onto him to meet his thrusts. soon your stomach began to tighten as you felt like you were about to cum.

"i-im about t-to cum~" you whimpered out. "yeah? do it slut" he slapped your ass and held tighter on your neck as tears began to pour down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. with a few more of his thrust you're fluids soon coated his dick as he continued to thrust into you making the substance form a ring around his veiny dick.

he pulled out just as he was about to cum as well. you tried catching your breath from the intense act that was taking place. "nah, we ain't done yet....get on them knees" he ordered. you weakly got onto your knees infront of him. "go ahead and suck it" you stared up at him before using both your hands to grab his dick.

you gave kitty licks to the tip before twirling your tongue around the slit, tasting his pre cum. he moaned as you finally placed his dick into your mouth. the warmth of you mouth caused him to roll his head back as he grabbed ahold of the back of your neck.

you bobbed your head up and down whilst using your hands to stroke the rest of his inches that didn't fit in your mouth. "fuck, keep sucking it like that" he moaned biting his lip. you looked at him through hooded eyes as you hallowed your cheeks and attempting to deep throat him.

he placed his hand that wasn't behind your neck onto ye wall to balance him as he felt light headed from the pleasure he was receiving. "i fucking love you, girl" you rolled his head back down to look at you. you fluttered your eyelashes as your slob coated his dick causing it to drip down your chin and his shaft. "you love me?" he questioned, his grip on your next tightening. you hummed.

"i want a verbal answer" he pulled you off. "yes, baby i love you so fucking much, you fuck me so good" you whined out as he only smirked before forcing you back onto his dick, throat fucking you. "that's what i like to hear" he grunted. you can feel his dick soon swelling up as his abused your throat. "shit, im boutta cum" he sped up his pace as your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to trickle down your face. your hands held onto his thighs for support.

a few more throats and his cum was soon shooting down your esophagus. the warm substance filled your mouth as you tried your best to swallow all of it. half it dripping down the sides of your mouth and onto the showers floor.

smoke chest heaved up and down heavily as he tried catching his breath. you pulled away from his dick and wiped your mouth before standing up with your weakened legs as if they weren't already weak from the last sex session.

"come here" he softly spoked. you leaned towards him as he gripped your chin and kissed you sloppily, adding tongue to taste you. you moaned into his mouth wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

smoke was the first to pull back as long strip of saliva connected between you two began to thin the more he backed up. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" he asked as he grabbed his loaf again. you only nodded unable to speak, too scared that your voice would be gone.

after taking your second bath, you both laid down in bed with smoke massaging your feet as you two watched tv. "so, what was all that attitude about huh? you just wanted some dick or?" he broker the relaxing silence. "no, babe it was supposed to be a prank that i decided to play on you" you tried to laugh but your throat hurting wouldn't let you. now it was time for smoke to laugh.

"see? that's what you get for playing with me mama" he laughed as you squinted your eyes at him. "it's not funny, nobody told you to literally abuse my throat" you rolled your eyes. "man, you had it coming you know you liked it" he scoffed.

"so what if i didn't? what you gon do" you pushed your finger into the side of his temple. he only shook his head. "you know, you just can't stop huh? you like to get ruined" he smiled. his gold grills making themselves known. "yea but seeing you angry gets my wet so i can get whatever i want from you" you smugly replied.

“yea, you and my momma the only women i'll ever let get on my nerves" he stated. "yea, we better the only ones until we get a little me running around here" you smiled sweetly before kissing his lips slowly but passionately, biting his bottom lip.

"ouuuu girl what you tryna get into" he joked as he grabbed your waist, wrapping his arms sound around it before placing his head into your neck and started kissing your neck. you giggled as you tried pushing him off of you you wrapped your leg around his hip as you enjoyed the affection.

MEET PIMPCESS . . . she is the definition of a boss. she will tell you how it is regardless of how you feel. glitter, chrome hearts, rhinestones, red bottom heels. she loves monaleo, megan thee stallion, city girls & the og trina. — don't let her tough exterior fool you, she's a lover girl once she finds the one she wants to lock down.

pimpcess!reader grew up being the only girl with 4 brothers. she was the youngest out of all of them. they were in and out of jail throughout her childhood and her mom thought it would be in her best interest to send her down south to the delta to live with her grandmother.

pimpcess!reader when she settled into her grandmothers house she was introduced sammie, pearline and annie which then tricked into her being introduced to the smokestack twins!

pimpcess!reader she clicked with the group instantly, but when it came to stack's girlfriend(s) she had to put them in their place. within a year of her being around, stack's girlfriend at the time thought she could speak to pimpcess any way; wrong.

"who do you think you are, pimpcess?"

the group was at dinner, enjoying each other company. pimpcess was talking quietly to stack who was seated in the middle of her and his girlfriend. "bro please just take the picture, i need it for my insta!" moments later she had stack standing up from his seat and taking pictures.

he sucked his teeth at how the younger girl was posing, bent over biting her pointer finger and a hand on her knee, smch, man you don't need to be doing all dat!" the girl just rolled her eyes at the man and snatched the camera back from him. "omg! perfect!"

once the two got back to the table stack's girlfriend is pissed or so pimpcess was told, she doesn't know nor care as to why! "girl... little ms happy go lucky is not happy with you" pearline whispers, pimpcess just shrugs "what does that have to do with me, exactly?" she looks up from her phone. pearline goes to speak but stacks girlfriend overheard and steps in.

"who do you think you are, pimpcess?!" her voice is almost a scream, the table goes silent in confusion. pimpcess doesn't say anything not until stack's girlfriend gets out of line "i know this bitch hears me talking to her." sammie goes wide eyed, smoke, annie and pearline are sitting in shock and stack tries to step in before it get taken to another level.

⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.

Despite your protests, Soon-to-be Boyfriend Smoke continued to shower you with gifts - expensive perfume, designer clothes, jewelry. He'd leave them on your doorstep, or send them to your job, each one. accompanied by a note that read, "Because you deserve better." He'd call you, his voice smooth and deep, asking if you liked the gifts, but never acknowledging the boyfriend who answered your phone.

⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.

He'd send you texts, late at night, filled with sweet nothings and promises of more, his disregard for your relationship blatant as the red 'Delivered' notifications on your screen. Yet, you found yourself saving his messages, opening the gifts, and wearing the perfume - a heady mix of vanilla and amber that seemed to whisper his name every time you moved.

⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.

Smoke, that wicked man, reveled in the game of cat and mouse, his touches always a fraction too low, his hands lingering a moment too long. He'd hug you, his hand splayed across your back, his fingers dipping dangerously close to your ass. He'd help you reach something, his hands on your waist, pulling you back against him, his breath hot on your neck. Each touch was a taunt, a silent "I can have her anytime I want," a challenge thrown at your boyfriend, daring him to react.

⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.

After a heated argument, your boyfriend stormed out, leaving you in tears. It was then that Smoke chose to make his move, appearing at your door like a dark specter. He found you curled up on your boyfriend's side of the bed, your heart aching, your eyes red. He didn't say a word, just climbed onto the bed, his hands gentle as he pulled you into his lap. He kissed your tears away, his touch soothing, his voice a low rumble as he whispered, "He doesn't deserve you, prettygirl. Let me show you what a real man can do."

⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.

He laid you back on the bed, his body covering yours, his hands everywhere exploring every inch of you. He took you slowly, his thrusts measured, his touch tender, a stark contrast to the argument that just happened . He made love to you on your boyfriend's side of the bed, his groans of pleasure filling the room, his name on your lips as you found your climax . It was a claiming, a declaration, a fuck you to your boyfriend.

ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ

ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ @pimpcessing

20 something stalker!reader stalking 40 something bullseye. he uses the opportunity to "fuck some sense into you" whenever he gets his hands on you as if he's not just as obsessive and stalkerish. he wants you to know who's really in control.

he lets you believe you're trailing him but he's really just leading you down a dark alley. he ducks behind some rubble, holding his breath in anticipation as you draw nearer. he'll suddenly grab you by the waist and slap a hand over your mouth, spinning you and pressing your front against the rough brick wall.

of course this is exactly where you want to be, so you're immediately whining into his gloved hand and pressing yourself against him, pawing at him. he'll growl a sharp "be good," in your ear while one big hand pins your hands above your head and the other is tugging your bottoms down, and then his.

you feel his gloved hand between your legs. he'll spread your legs and reposition you so his dick slides into your already soaked cunt. he starts slow, thrusting in and out while rubbing sweet circles on your clit.

dex loves working you up, picking up the pace and listening to your pretty voice moan and whine and feel your hands flex in his big one.

he'll pound into you, the filthy sounds echoing in the empty alleyway. dex will get you so close, impossibly close, before he's pulling out and ripping his hand from your clit, jacking himself off until he's cumming on your pretty cunt and ass. he shows no inclination that he's going to listen to your begging and pleading, pulling your bottoms back up before he's stepping back and letting you slump against the rough wall.

IN WHICH a twenty-four year old cowgirl whom still stays at home with her father gets news from him, he tells her he’s going on a business trip. but.. only problem is that he’s having one of his friends come over and watch her while he’s gone, at first she’s upset about this; she hates how her father babies her. but once she meets the man that will be staying with her for a few weeks, she decides it won’t be too bad after all.

THE SOUND OF ROOSTERS crowing filled the atmosphere; the sound working as a alarm clock. You instantly stretched your arms, before tumbling out of bed and going to go shower. The hot water hit your skin and immediately calmed down your muscles and bones. You closed your eyes as you bathed yourself, basking in the soothing feeling. After thirty minutes of being in the shower you finally got out, you grabbed a towel and draped it over your body before swiftly walking back into your room and picking out a cute outfit to wear out on the farm.

In the blink of an eye, you were dressed and your hair was done. You brushed your jet black hair one more time before leaving the room, and making your way to the yard. Once you made it there, you were immediately greeted by the herding dog, Oreo. She sat infront of you and wagged her tail, you leaned down and gave her a few pets and rubs before funtime rot check on the other animals,

You checked on the cows first, but none of them were ready to be milked just yet. After topping off their hay, you made your way toward the horse shed. The morning air was crisp as you unlocked the weathered wooden door and stepped inside. The horses were already awake, each one standing quietly in its own stall, ears flicking at the sound of your footsteps as they waited patiently for your attention.

You filled all of their food troughs with hay, and after about thirty minutes you were done. As you were about to take out your personal horse for a ride, you hear your name being called from outside. The voice being a familiar one you’ve known all your life, your father. Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought to yourself, your father was never up this early. It was your duty to tend to the farm early in the morning, and his duty to put all the animals to sleep at night. You gave all the horses a kiss on the head before walking outside of the shed and closing it before going to see what your father wanted.

“Yes?” You asked once you made it over to your father. “Sugar, I have some news. I’m gon’ be gone for ‘bout six to eight weeks, ‘m going on a business trip to learn how to better the farm. While i’m gone, one of my friends will be here to watch over you, and to help you take care of the farm.” A frown appeared upon your face after hearing your father’s declaration. “Why do I need someone here with me? I’m twenty-four, i’m grown! I’m not a kid who needs to be watched.” Your father sighed before running his calloused hand across his face.

“I know that; but running a farm by yourself for that long of a time is going to be hard. You won’t be able to do it by yourself. You won’t even realize he’s here half of the time.” You sighed before rolling your eyes and nodding. A smile quickly formed on your father’s face. “That’s my girl,” After a while of talking to your father you walked away from him and began to go and take care of the animals, you let the horses out and let them roam. You even rode a few of them and fed them some fruit and vegetables from the garden. You bottled fed the calf, and baby sheep.

After doing all of that, exhaustion weighed heavily on your body. You trudged back into the house, made your way to your room, and collapsed onto your bed, eager to rest your tired muscles. Before you knew it, your heavy eyelids gave in, and you drifted into a deep, dreamless slumber. You were having a great slumber, until a knock at the front door woke you up. You grumbled under your breath before lazily getting out of bed, walking out of your room, and going to answer the front door

As you pulled the door open, a man stood waiting on the other side. He towered at six-foot-one, his broad shoulders and powerful biceps giving him an undeniably imposing presence. His rich, dark-brown skin seemed to glow beneath the evening light, complementing his full lips and slightly slanted almond-shaped eyes that studied you with quiet intensity. A gruff, neatly grown beard connected to a well-kept goatee, while deep dimples softened his rugged features whenever the corners of his mouth hinted at a smile. “You’re [ 𐙚 ] , right?” He asked, his voice deep and rich.

You could feel your stomach fluttering just at the sound of his voice. “Yes, I am. An’ you are..?” He took his hat off and pressed it against his chest. “I’m Smoke, your father’s friend. I’m gon’ be helping you ‘round the farm while he’s gone.” You nodded, before stepping aside and letting him come to the house. “Want me to show you where the guest room is?” He hummed in response, which you took as a yes and walked him down to the hall to the guest room. “Here you go, if you need anything i’ll be down the hall, ‘kay?” The older man gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. You offered him a warm smile before turning on your heel and making your way back to your room, quietly closing the door behind you.

And all you could think about was; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having someone here..

i can’t wait this this series gets juicy! i can’t wait. !reader is gonna fall pretty fast, like the teasing and shit starts next chapter. so.. this isn’t a slow burn at all! i don’t really like this chapter. after reading it over again i don’t think it’s my best work, but.. oh well! but smoke as a cowboy would genuinely fix all my stress and problems 😫. but anyways, i hope you all liked this <3.

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