Your best friend calls, voice raw, and you realize heâs jerking off to you. The call spirals into a dirty, tense back-and-forthâhim confessing all the nasty things he wants to do to you, you teasing between sweet and cruel, letting him see just enough to break him. He cums hard for you, then you make him listen while you play with yourself and orgasm. At the very end, you drop the sweetest bombâand hang up, leaving him ruined, obsessed, and wanting more.
â 2,827 words, old story, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), lots of dirty talk, masturbation, praise & a tiny bit of degradation, pet name/name calling (e.g, ma/mama, baby, sweetheart, honeyš, and slutš), you're a little mean but he likes it, etcâ
"Hello?" you call, picking up on the third ring. The room is quiet, the only light the coming from your amber lamp and the blue glow from your screen reflecting off your freshly done nails.â
"H-hey," his voice scrapes out on the other end. Itâs a wrecked soundâragged, breathless, and vibrating with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.â
Your brows pull tight, a slow worry already beginning to tug at your lips. "Are you okay? You sound... off."
âYou picture him for a second. Maybe heâs sweaty from a run, his chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. Or maybe heâs been lugging another Amazon dresser for that old lady down the blockâalways the good guy, always helping somebody. But as you listen to the heavy, rhythmic hitch in his breathing, you realize youâre wrong.â
Right now, your best friend is laid out on his bed, the sheets a mess beneath him. His sweatpants and boxers are shoved down to his mid-thighs, his brown skin damp and glowing in the dim light of his room. His stomach is corded, muscles tightening and rippling with every long, desperate drag of his fist. His dick is a dark, heavy weight in his handâslick, flushed, and dripping through his fingers.
Heâs slowly but firmly stroking himself to the thoughtâand now the sweet, taunting soundâof your voice. Precum is already smeared over his knuckles, his thumb rolling lazy over his slit before pressing harder, coaxing a deep, guttural grunt from his throat.â
"Mghânothing. Just... talk to me," he rasps, the friction of his hand audible through the speaker.â
Your frown deepens, your heart is starting to race. "Why? Whatâs wrong, baby?"â
The pet name slips out easy, unthinking. But the effect is immediateâhe moans low, a broken, helpless sound, like youâd reached through the line and wrapped your hand around him yourself. He lives for when your voice turns soft like this, when you stop clowning him and get sweet. His fist moves quicker now, his hips pushing up into his palm, seeking the friction he canât get enough of.â
"I'm fine, I promise. Just keep talking. Please."
âYou fall quiet for a beat, leaning back against your headboard. You listen harder. You hear the wet, squelching sounds of his grip. The sharp little hitches of breath. The low, animalistic sound he makes when his fist squeezes tighter at the base.
And it clicks.â
"...Youâre jerking off."â
Silence. Just the heavy, frantic sound of his breathing. Then a broken, self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. M'sorry. Canât stop. Not when itâs you."â
Your breath stutters, a prickle of heat blooming low in your belly. "Youâre getting off to me? On the damn phone?"
â"Every time," he admits, his voice rough and needy, but with a sudden edge of raw honesty. He wants you to know. He wants you to feel the weight of it. "Think about you all the time. That mouth. Those tits. The way your ass looks in those shorts." His pace picks up, the slick, lewd sounds of his hand working his dick filling the line. "Fuck, Iâd do anything to see you ride me, just once. Just to see what that look on your face is like when Iâm deep inside you."
âYou bite your lip, your pulse kicking against your throat. "Thatâs disgusting. Using my voice to get your nut. Youâre nasty."â
He groans like youâve just blessed him with a touch. "Yeah, I know. But you're all I think about... youâre the only thing that gets me this hard."â
"That's nice, honey. But you really shouldn't think of me like that... you know we're just friends," you murmur, your own hand sliding down to rest heavy on your thigh, the silk of your shorts cool against your palm.â
"Donât say that." His tone cuts sharp now, all the nice playfulness you've come to love is gone. "Iâm not your fucking friend. You call me every day. You tell me you love me. I told you from the startâIâm not your friend." His breath hitches, the wet sounds of his fist speeding up, becoming more frantic. "You let me talk to you like this. And you let meâYou let me be in your life knowing how I feel about you."â
Your acrylic nail drags slow across your bottom lip. "Maybe. But I can't give you what you want, and I do love you, but don't throw it in my face," you drawl, a cruel, satisfied smirk pulling at your mouth.
"Itâs kinda sad. Stroking your dick to a girl youâll never have. We'll never be together. Iâll never let you fuck me. All you get is your hand."
âHe chokes out a moan, his hips snapping up into his fist with a raw, mechanical rhythm. "Yeah? Then give me something else. Show me. Facetime me, ma. Please."â
You hesitate, the heat pooling heavy and agonizing between your thighs. Then, you click over.â
The screen flickers to life. His camera is shaking, his breath filling the dark room. Sweat beads at his temples, his face flushed a deep, beautiful bronze, his lips parted. You know that tremor in the cameraâitâs the force of his fist moving fast.â
"Thank you," he exhales, the word almost reverent as he takes in your appearance.
â"Hi, baby. Let me see your face," you don't ask it like a question. You order it.â
He obeys instantly. His face fills the screen, his jaw tight and corded, his sharp fade a bit messy from the heat and the friction.
â"You look good," you compliment, but the little laugh that follows makes it sting.
â"Keep talking." Heâs close, you can hear the strain in his voice. "Don't stop."â
"I want to see."â
He blinks, his eyes glazed and dark. "What?"
â"I'm not repeating myself."
âHe lets out a breathless, desperate laugh, knowing your patience is thin. "Take your shirt off then. Let me see what I'm working for."â
You narrow your eyes at the audacity, but you reach down and tug the pajama top off anyway. Your lace bra catches the light, the fabric straining against the fullness of your breasts. You donât cover yourself; heâs seen you in less, and you want him to see exactly what heâs missing.
â"Fuck," he groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain. He flips the camera.â
Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry. His dick is a complete messâhis fist is working tight and fast, the dark, veined length of him glistening with pre-cum. White streaks of cum are already dried tacky over his thighs from previous rounds, and his stomach is flexing with every pull. His abs are glistening, his skin slick with sweat. His thumb smears a fresh bead of precum over the flushed, velvet head until it gleams, dripping onto his knuckles.
âYou bite your lip hard, heat twisting through your belly, your shorts already sticking damp between your thighs.
âHis moan rips through the line, a guttural, animal sound.â
You whisper his name, your voice low, trembling, and possessive. "... I really want you in my mouth."â
His head snaps back against the pillow, a broken curse ripped from his lungs. "If I had you here? Iâd fuck that throat till you cried. Till you gagged around me and begged for air. Iâd hold your head and make you take every fucking inch."â
You hum, a low, taunting vibration. "Youâre not tough enough for that."â
That pulls a dark, dangerous laugh from him. His hand works faster, the veins straining down his forearm. "Say that shit again. Iâd hold your face down and shove my dick so deep youâll feel me in your chest. Iâll make you swallow every drop."
âYour thighs squeeze together, wetness soaking through the crotch of your shorts. "All talk. Youâd fold the second it touched my tongue."â
He groans, deep and pained. "God, you drive me fucking insane." His breath stutters, thenâ"Take your bra off for me. Now."
âYou tilt your head, slow and teasing. "You want a show?"â
"Take it off." His voice is rough, a plea threaded with a hard command.
âYou hook your fingers into the lace, slipping it down your shoulders, letting it fall. Your breasts sit full and heavy in the cameraâs glow, your nipples tight and peaked in the cool air.â
He chokes on his own breath. "God, look at you. Perfect. Fucking perfect."â
Your fingers lift, tugging lightly at one nipple, rolling it between your fingers. "Like this, baby?"â
His hand drags hard down his dick, the slick sound of it filling your ears. "Yeahâplay with them for me. Pinch âem. Roll âem." His eyes roll back for a second, his mouth slack. "FuckâI wanna cum all over those tits. Paint you, watch it drip down your stomach. Youâd look so good messy with my cum."â
You coo, your voice dirty and soft. "Yeah, baby? You wanna ruin me like that? Wanna cover me âcause Iâm yours?" You pinch harder, moaning low. "Mmh, Iâd let you do it however you want."â
His hips jerk up into his fist, his cock flushed dark, thick, and veined. The head is shiny with slick, and your eyes stay locked on it, transfixed by the weight of him in his palm.â
You whisper, almost reverent. "I canât stop watching your hands. They're so big and veiny. So strong. You're twitching in your gripâlook at you, baby. All that for me."
âHe groans raggedly, his fist slapping wetly down the length of his shaft. "All for you. Always for you." His voice cracks, desperate. "Squeeze 'em, touch your tits harder. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples."
âYou squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple harder, tugging it until you gasp, your eyes locked on his fist pumping. The sound of itâwet, obscene, skin slapping skinâis the only thing in the world.â
"Fuck," he grits out, his voice frayed. "Iâd drag you down and smear every drop over you. I wanna fill you up."
âYou laugh softly, mean but sweet. "Yeah? Youâd mark me up? Cover me so everybody knows this pussyâs yours? Even though youâll never get to fuck it?"â
He groans, almost breaking under the weight of the tease. "Stopâdonât say that. Iâd fuck you stupid, ma. Iâd split you open. Make you cry for me."â
You hum, stroking your breast with slow, deliberate circles. "I bet you would. But right now? All youâve got is your hand. And me watching."â
His grip tightens, his strokes becoming rough and fast. His stomach flexes, his breath tearing ragged from his chest. You lean close to the screen, your voice low and syrup-thick.â
"Cum for me, baby."â
He moans, a high, guttural sound.â
"Yeah," you coax, squeeze your breast, shifting them again, "make a mess for me. Let me see you shoot it all over yourself. Come on. Show me how much you want me."â
"Fuckâ" His hips stutter up into his fist. Precum spills slick down his shaft, his knuckles shiny and wet.
â"Begging you, sweetheart," you whisper, cruel and filthy. "Paint yourself for me. Cover that stomach, those big handsâshow me what I do to you."â
He chokes, his eyes squeezing shut, his jaw locked tight as his body begins to coil for the release. "Mâcloseâoh fuck, Iâm gonnaâ"â
"Do it," you purr, sharp and commanding. "Cum for me, baby. Now."
âHis whole body jerks. A shout rips from his throat, raw and primal, as thick, hot ropes of cum spill over his hand, his chest, dripping down his stomach in heavy white streaks. He pumps through the release, groaning brokenly, the cum splattering messy and hot across his skin.
âYou sigh, watching the way it looks against his skin, your voice turning sweet again. "Thatâs it. Good boy. Look at that dick, dripping for me. You made such a mess."
âHeâs panting, ruined, his hand still twitching around his softening length. "Fuck... fuck, I love you."
âYou tilt the camera, watching him still sprawledâsweat dripping, stomach streaked with cum, hand twitching.
â"Mmh," you hum, soft and wicked, "look what you did, baby. Got me all wet."
âHis head snaps up, eyes heavy but blazing. "Show me."
âYou smirk, slipping your hand under the waistband of your shorts, dragging the damp fabric aside. Glossy, honey-thick strings pull as you spread yourself open, the phone angled just enough to flash him a glimpse of your soaking wet center. "See that? All for you."
âHe groans, his chest heaving. "Touch it for me. Play with yourselfâplease, ma."â
Your laugh is low and cruel. "Not a chance. You already got your show."â
His jaw tightens, his voice rough. "Don't play with me. You don't let me watch, I'll make you beg next time. I'll make you sorry."â
You lean close to the screen, your smirk sharp and triumphant. "Try me. You don't scare me, baby. I said no."â
His fist curls against his stomach, frustration pouring through the camera. "Then... at leastâfuckâat least let me listen. Please. Let me hear it."
âYou bite your lip, dragging your fingers slow through your slickness, making yourself whimper. "Youâre nasty."
â"Yeah," he rasps, desperate. "For you. Only for you."â
You sigh, soft and sweet, pressing two fingers against your clit until your hips twitch. "Fine. You can listen. But thatâs it. Just your ears."
âYour moans slip out, low and syrupy, filling the line. His breath shudders at the sound, ruined but hungry again. Your fingers circle your clit, the wet, squelching sounds of your own pleasure bleeding into the line. You bite your lip, letting a whimper slip, knowing heâs eating every sound alive.â
"Thatâs it," he rasps, his voice still raw from cumming. "Rub that pretty pussy for me. God, I wanna be there so badâwanna hold your thighs open and eat you till youâre crying."â
Your head tips back, your breath shaky. "MghnâYou talk so nasty, baby."â
"You donât even know," he grits out. "Iâd spread you out and pound that pussy till you scream. Iâd fuck you till you smell like me. I'd never let you leave the bed."â
A moan rips out of you, high and breathless. Your fingers circle faster, your hips rolling up off the bed as the tension coils.
â"You like that?" he groans. "Knowing how bad I want you? Tell me youâll give it up one day. Tell me Iâll get to fuck you for real."â
Your laugh cuts sharp and shaky. "N-No, baby. Youâll never have me like that."â
He curses, a guttural sound of frustration. "Fuck. Youâre killing me, ma."â
Your moans rise, sharper now, your body coiling tight. "Keep talking. Don't stop."
âHe obeys, his voice a low, gravelly anchor. "Iâd hold your hips down. Spit in your mouth while I fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you go for hours."â
That does itâyour back arches, your thighs clenching tight as your orgasm rips through you. A sharp cry tears from your throat, your fingers working frantically over your clit as waves of pleasure slam through your body. You gasp his name, shuddering and trembling, your juices dripping messy against your hand.â
He groans raggedly, listening to the sound of your break like itâs gospel. "Thatâs itâfuck, thatâs it. Cum for me. Good girl. Good fucking girl."â
You collapse back, chest heaving, sweat dampening your skin. You let out a low, satisfied hum. "Oh, shit... see what you did? You made me cum, handsome."
âHis breath hitches on the other end, broken and reverent. "...Iâd do anything to see that."â
Your breathing slows, your chest still rising and falling heavy. Your fingers slip from your soaked folds, leaving a wet sheen on your thighs. The line is quiet except for the sound of you both catching your breath.
Heâs the first to break it, his voice ragged. "Man... I swear, one dayâ"â
You cut him off with a sweet, dismissive little laugh, curling back into your pillow and pulling the covers up. "Shh. Donât start again."
âThe silence stretches, thick and heavy with the things he wants to say. You can feel the ache in his voice, how close he is to spilling confessions you aren't ready to hear. So you give him something else. Something cruel, but honest.â
"Thank you," you murmur, soft and sweet. Almost tender. "I love you so much, baby."â
The phone goes quiet. You can picture himâeyes wide, lips parted, his heart clenching around those words. You know exactly what youâve done to him.â
You smile to yourself, curling the blanket over your bare chest. "Good night."â
And you hang up before he can even find his voice to answer.
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Summary: You told stack to stop playinâ with the items on Annieâs top shelf!
Pairing: Elias âStackâ Moore x Black f!reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, use of the n-word, magic use, body swap, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise, creampie
Word count: 3.3k
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The first mistake was letting Stack into Annieâs kitchen while she was out with Smoke grabbing a few items from Bo Chowâs shop. The second was letting him reach the top shelf where Annie kept her jars and vials.
âElias Moore,â you chastised, âAnnie said those jars ainât for you to be touchinâ now.â
âThey just herbs,â he said, balancing on a chair. âAinât nothinâ magical âbout thyme and vinegar.â
âThat ainât no goddamn thyme, foolâthatâs hoodoo.â
He grinned, reaching higher. âHoodoo, voodoo, whatever-doo. Smell like lemon.â
âPut. It. Down.â
He deliberately ignored you, a grin growing as he secured his grip on what he had been reaching for.
The four-ounce jar wobbled, slipped, and hit the table with a booming sound like thunder.
A puff of greenish smoke billowed up, sharp as pepper and sweet as molasses. The air got so heavy you choked. At the same time you both let out a hiss of pain as a migraine came out of nowhere.
For a second you thought it was just from the green fumes, but then your vision blurred and everything went black.
You donât know how much time had passed.
It could have been minutes or hours.
When you finally opened your eyes, your headache was gone, and so was the green smoke. You pushed up off the table, and when you looked across the kitchen at Stack, you were looking at yourself. Or more specifically, your own face looking back at you. Wide-eyed, mouth agape.
âElias?â
âWhat the fuckâ? Why your voice sound like thatâoh hell no.â
You looked down: rough hands, knuckles worn from labor, a manâs chest filling out your shirt.
Stackânow in your bodyâwas patting himself down like he couldnât find his wallet.
âThis canât be real,â you said. Except it came out in his low drawl.
âItâs real!â he shouted, in your voice. âI done gone and turned us inside out!â
âLord have mercy!â You threw yourâhisâhands up in frustration.
He looked down at your thighs and put a hand between them. He gasped in shock as he reveled in the feeling. âI got a cooze! And itâs warm as fuck! You always this wet?â
You both talked over each other for a solid minute before collapsing into matching groans.
âI told you not to mess with them jars,â you said.
âYou think I meant to? All a nigga wanted to do was find out what smelled so good!â
âCongratulations,â you spat through clenched teeth. âNow you smell like molasses and regret.â
You both brainstormed ideas while cleaning up the evidence of Stackâs impulsiveness.
Trying to explain it to Smoke was out of the question; heâd never let Stack live it down. Annie would be more disappointed than pissed, but Stack didnât want to tell her either.
After throwing away the broken glass, you both agreed you didnât want to be there when Annie and Smoke returned and holed up at the farmhouse, faking like everything was still normal.
Unfortunately, that charade only lasted about ten minutes.
Stack-in-your-body couldnât walk in heels.
You-in-Stackâs body, apparentlyâmisjudged what Stack actually weighed and almost broke a chair.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance at Stack. âHow do you walk around like this, huh?! Big-ass dick in the way each time I take a step!â
âYou wasnât complaininâ earlier this week when that big dick was fuckinâ you silly.â He shot back, your own smirk making you even more irritated.
âAnd how you think I feel?!â He continued, shaking his headâyourâhead at you. âThis furnace you got between yo legsâa nigga canât even focus on shit.â
You both complained the entire walk back to Annieâs house. The sun was almost done setting when stomped up the porch steps together.
At supper, you both tried to fake casual conversation while Smoke eyed you suspiciously. Annie gave you both a chastising look when you sat down at the table.Â
There was no way she knew already, right?
âYâall actinâ strange,â Smoke said finally.
âWe always strange,â Stack blurted and then remembered whose voice he was using.
Smoke narrowed his eyes. âUh-huh.â
As soon as he left the room to help Annie with the dishes, you hissed, âYou gotta stop talkinâ before he figures it out!â
âI canât help itâthis body got opinions!â
Later that night you realized the real problem: being stuck like this meant sharing every physical quirk and habit youâd never noticed before. It was funny for about five minutes, then awkward, then funny again.
By dawn you were both determined to confess to Annie and beg her to fix it come morning.
Stack in-your-body had woken up first â he was splayed out on the couch, messy hair splayed over a pillow and your borrowed nightgown scrunched at the knees.
You-in-Stackâs body sat straight up in the armchair when you realized the sun was already stretching its way through the curtains. His morning wood rested heavily on your thigh. Too difficult to ignore. The pressure almost unbearable.
âYou wake up like this every morninâ?â you groaned, your voice low and raspy. âDick harder than the pavement!â
âDonât start, Y/N,â he said, wiping the sleep from his eyesâyourâ eyes on his face, which only made you queasier. âCooze wetter than the Mississippi River.â
âShut up, nigga.â
âCome make me.â
âIâm in your body now, remember? It wonât take much for me to fold yo ass up, nigga. Keep talkinâ, hear?â
âWeâre fixinâ this. Today.â He grumbled, sitting up.
Thatâs how the two of you ended up pounding on Annieâs door before breakfast, trying not to draw Smokeâs attention.
She opened it still dressed in her nighty, gorgeous brown eyes narrowing at the sight of her two biggest headaches.
âTroublemakers,â she mumbled. âWhat yâall do now?â
âYou gotta help us with this,â you started. âWeâheâStack done broke one of your jars, and nowââ
âNow she got my dick, and I got her cooze,â Stack cut in, pointing at you. âItâs been a whole day!â
Annie just stared for a long second, lips twitching.
âI told yo ass not to fool with my work,â she said finally. âGuess the ancestors decided you needed a lesson.â
âLesson learned!â you said quickly. Â
âCan you please help us fix it before Smoke get home?â
âHe gonâ be back before sundown,â Stack added, panic creeping into yourâhisâvoice.
âMm-hmm,â Annie exhaled sharply, already turning toward her shelves. âYâall best sit down. This gonâ take a minute.â
You both sat across from each other at the kitchen table, trying not to fidget as she started mixing powders and humming under her breath. It didnât take long for the air to shift. The room filled with the sweet smell of sage and molasses, smoke curling lazy from a small brass bowl.
âI swear, I ainât never touchinâ yo things again,â Stack promised.
âThatâs a lie,â Annie said without looking up.
âAightâmaybe Iâll ask next time.â
A tiny snort escaped your throat. It was hard for you not to find the whole thing ridiculous upon seeing your own face pouting across the table from you, that same mop of curls falling into hisâyourâeyes.
âIf we live through this,â you said, âIâm makinâ you scrub every inch of that kitchen clean.â
âFine with me. Long as a nigga get his body back.â
Annie shot you both a warning look. âKeep talkinâ, and I might just leave yâall like this.â
That shut you both up quick. The only sounds in the room was the simmering of the potion and the creak of the wooden floor underneath your borrowed boots.
The silence stretched on a few more minutes until Annie set two steaming jars on the table. The liquid inside was the color of creek water and smelled just about the same.
âWhatâs in it?â Stack asked, suspicious.
âJustice,â Annie said flatly. âAnd a little cayenne.â
You sniffed it, the smell much more appealing than the appearance. âCayenne?â
âSpices help wake the spirit,â she explained. âNow drink up before it cools.â
You exchanged looksâseeing your face frowning back at you in his body was still strange.
"On three," you said.
"One, twoââ
"You didnât even wait for three!"
You both gagged instantly. The potion burned all the way down, a heat that settled somewhere behind your ribs.
Annie crossed her arms. "Alright good. Thatâs the potion. Now for the final step."
"I ainât eatinâ no chicken bones," Stackâs ignorant ass muttered.
Annie raised an eyebrow. "You want this fixed or not?"
You nodded. "Yes, tell us the laststep."
"Yâall best reunite the bodies the old-fashioned way. The spell canât break 'til itâs sealed in flesh."
Your eyes went wide, "Annie!"
"Donât âAnnieâ me. Yâall wanted to meddle in grown folksâ magic now you can deal with the grown folks' consequences."
You ainât even do shit. This was all on Stack.
She snatched the empty jars and set them in the sink before pointing towards the door.
"Out. Be gone from my kitchen before I decide the lesson ainât stuck enough."
Stack sputtered, "Wait, you mean right now?"
"You heard me," she said as she ushered both of you out the door and onto the porch. "Do what you gotta do and get outta my sight. If the ancestors take pity, you both wake up right by morninâ."
The door slammed behind you before you could say anything in response. The sound echoed all the way down the dirt path and to the passing truck.
You turned to himâyour own body now wearing that dumbstruck expression youâd seen a hundred times and sighed deeply.
"We fuck all the time, Stack,â you shrugged. âThis time we tradinâ places is all."
He rubbed the back of hisâyourâneck, cheeks heating. "Reckon we get this shit over with then."
The two of you were back at the farmhouse now. Nerves shot to hell. For the last fifteen minutes youâve been trying to get Stack to lay back on the bed and spread hisâyourâlegs. You got naked five minutes ago, and heâd just been staring at his own dick.
Your patience was wearing thin, so you blurted, âTake the clothes off and spread your fuckinâ legs.â
âWait a minuteââ
ââNigga Iâm tired of carrying these big-ass shoulders and this heavy-ass dick! You wanna stay stuck like this?!â
He exhaled sharply. âFine.â he undressed and lay back on the bed, knees together.Â
Goddamn, you were fine as hell. Breasts looking all soft and curves looking too kissable for your own good.Â
You gasped as you felt yourâhisâdick harden. It happened so fast your head spun for a few seconds.
You kneeled on the bed, raising your eyebrow as you peered down at him. âHow we suppose to fuck with your legs closed, Stack?â
He spread them slowly as he said. âWhat if it hurts?â
That made you pause. He was nervous to take his own dick. You couldnât blame him. Youâd been together six months now, and you still werenât completely used to the stretch.
You leaned forward, belly flat against the bed as you pulled him closer to your face with your newfound strength.
He shot up, eyes wide. âWhatâyou âgon eat your own cooze?!â
âYeah, nigga! Iâmma warm myself up first just like you always do.â
He shook hisâyourâhead in disbelief before relaxing back on the bed. âI ainât suckinâ my dick.â
âNobody asked you too,â you muttered. âNow hush and feel what I feel.â you added and began edging closer to hisâyourâsex.
You slid two fingers along hisâyourâslit, playing with the clear fluid of his arousal.
He twitched against the bed, suppressing a moan.
You smirked, blowing against his clit. He let out a sharp gasp.
You closed your lips over the sensitive bud, finally tasting yourself.
Delicious.
Now you understood why he would bury his face between your thighs every chance he got.
âMmm,â you breathed. âYou taste good as fuck. Guess you do tell the truth sometimes.â
He chuckled softly as he relaxed a bit more. Moans escaped as you tugged harder at his clit.
It didnât take long for you to develop a comfortable rhythm. Alternating between sucks and licks. Eating cooze was more fun than youâd imagined.
He still was holding back, so you whispered against his wet pussy. âYou can moan louder, you know.â The tip of your tongue flicking over and over again as you slipped a thick finger inside. âI love hearinâ what I do to you, Stack. No matter what body you in.â
âOh shit,â he gasped, letting out a boisterous moan as you closed your lips back around his clit, fingering him nice and slow.
The noise that came out of him was sweet and starving, damn near pitiful when you added a second finger.
âYou sound so pretty, Elias,â you praised, flattening your tongue and dragging it upward, swirling at the top, then pulling back before adding. âMusic to my goddamn ears.â
He finally spoke, âYou tryna outdo a nigga with his own mouth.â
You couldnât help but laugh, the vibrations causing him to arch forward and fail to suppress a whimper.
You applied more pressure, pressing and curling your fingers even deeper as you sped up the movement.Â
He whimpered in between curses, head thrashing weakly against the pillow as he struggled to warn you. âBabyâoh fuckâI think Iâm 'bout toââ
You didnât stop. Your fingers continued to thrust, and your lips continued to tug. Your command came out rough and muffled, âCome for me.â
He choked on a scream as his orgasm ripped through him, different and more intense than the ones heâs experienced in his own body. He was floating. It was like something cracked open deep inside of his mind and soul. He almost didnât want to switch back.
Almost.
You were painfully hard now. You needed release soon, or you were afraid you would start foaming at the mouth and possibly barking.
Slowly, you climbed over him, slotting between his legs, they still jerked from aftershocks.
You smiled down at him, pecking hisâyourâlips before teasing, âI have the overwhelminâ urge to call you my pretty girl.â
He chuckled softly, âShit, you got a nigga feelinâ like he can fly right now. Iâll answer to whatever name you call.â
You kissed him again, slower this time. Your ears rang. You were obsessed with the small sighs he let out. You wondered if you sounded this good to him.
You reached between you, stroking your erection and damn near busting right then. Fuck, you had too much pressure built up.
You rubbed the tip up and down his slit, slicking yourself up.Â
âYou ready now?â You asked once you broke the kiss.
He nodded and smirked. âLetâs see if you can fuck this pussy as good as me.â
You pushed inside, sinking deeper inch by inch. You both let out a noise that would have been embarrassing had you both not already been so far gone.
"Holy shit," Stack inhaled sharply, fingers clutching at yourâhisâshoulders. "This shit overwhelmin' but in a good way."
You knew you were not going to last long. No fucking way.
âShit, shit, shit,â Stack chanted, moans picking up again as you rocked into him with deep strokes.
You grunted, gripping his hip as you sped up and asked. âAll cooze feel this fuckinâ good?â
âHell naw,â he shook his head, panting harshly. âOnly your pussy squeeze and drown a nigga like this.â
âYou like takinâ dick as much as givinâ?â
His eyes fluttered closed, and he whimpered as you hit that stop he always skillfully found. âAsk me again in five minutes.â
âTight fuckinâ pussy,â you repeated over and over, pace growing more relentless as the minutes ticked on.
âGoddamn, baby,â Stack rasped. âI donât know who enjoyinâ this more you or me.â
âI think we tied, baby.â
You knew youâd never get this experience again, so you enjoyed every thrust, moan and squeeze.
You giggled like a madwoman as you felt his walls tighten around you. âYou cominâ again, Stack?â
âYou ainât givinâ a nigga any other option!â He rushed out, his mouth fell open as another orgasm washed over him. He let out a sound that sounded far too close to a growl.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you groaned loud and rough as you felt your own orgasm approaching. âYou ready to learn what it feel like to be stuffed with come?â
âGive it to me.â
You both were so far gone neither of you noticed the return of the green smoke and the sweet smell of molasses.
You spilled into him with a shout; the feeling was so foreign and overwhelming that your head began to spin.
The blissed-out look on Stackâsâyourâface was the last thing you remembered before blacking out.
Birds were already chirping in the pecan tree when Stack shot up, blinking at the sunlight spilling through the curtains. For half a second, he thought the whole thing was a dreamâuntil he looked down.
"Oh, thank the Lord," he whispered. âI'm me again!"
He threw back the blanket, grinning like a fool, and let out a laugh that startled the hound outside.
Across the room, you groaned. âStack, what in the worldâ"
"My dick is back!" he bellowed, voice cracking between joy and disbelief.
"Congratulations, now shut up," you mumbled, dragging a pillow over your face.
He completely ignored you, bouncing on his toes like a man reborn, dick swinging.
"You don't understand, Y/N. Yesterday, I couldn't even walk right in yo body. My hips were all confused. My balance was off."
"And my back still mad at you for that," you said, trying and failing to stay annoyed.
He paused long enough to look over at you, still half under the blanket, hair sticking out every which way. The grin softened.
"Guess you got yo body back too," he acknowledged quietly.
"It look that way."
"You feelâŚnormal?"
"As normal as I ever do 'round yo foolish ass."
That made him laugh, the big warm kind that filled up the room. "Ain't never doin' that magic shit again," he said, hands up in mock surrender.
"Good," you said. "Next time you wanna learn a lesson, just read a fuckin' book or leave me the fuck out of it."
He chuckled, dressing quickly and grabbing his boots. "Deal. But I'm still tellin' Smoke we swapped just to see the look on his face."
He tipped an imaginary hat, still grinning as he walked to the door, sunlight catching the dust motes in the air around him. You shook your head, smiling despite yourself, because some men never changedâand one of those men literally turned your universe inside out.
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