Foreplay isn't "let me get you wet enough to stick it in you", it's "let me get you so worked up and horny you're practically begging me to stick it in". Big. Big. Difference.
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The juke joint sat tucked behind a stretch of dirt road and cotton fields, its windows glowing like warm honey against the dark. Inside, the air was thick with sweat, whiskey, and music that felt like it came from somewhere older than pain itself.
That was where Pearline first heard Sammie play. She hadnât meant to stay. Not really.She had come in with bruises hidden under her sleeve and a veil of exhaustion that had nothing to do with the long walk and everything to do with the life she was running from. Her husband was still out there somewhere still calling her name like it belonged to him, still believing sheâd come back if he just waited long enough.
But when Sammie played something in Pearline that had been folding in on itself for years finally loosened.
He was a young man not seasoned like her husband. But when his fingers hit the keys and his voice followed, it didnât sound young. It sounded like survival. Like truth that refused to die quietly and when his eyes found hers across the room, he didnât look away.He never really did after that.
It started slow, the way dangerous things always did. A shared look. A quiet walk home under a Mississippi sky so wide it made loneliness feel smaller. Then Sammie started waiting for her after sets, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel thrown over his shoulder, asking if she was alright like it mattered more than anything else in the world. Pearline didnât know when she stopped pretending she didnât need him. She only knew the night she didnât go back. The night she stayed.
Leaving her husband wasnât a moment. It was a war. He came looking for her once, shouting outside the juke joint like his voice could drag her back into place. The women went in the Joint went silent and the men minded their business. That was Clarksdale people watched, but they didnât always intervene. Until Sammie did.
âShe ain't yours,â Sammie said.
That was it. Simple. Final. The man laughed like it was a joke until it wasnât anymore, until Pearline stood behind Sammie and didnât flinch when her name was spat out like a curse. Something in her husbandâs face changed then. Not regret. Not love. Ownership losing its grip. He left that night but not without promises that sounded like threats. Sammie didnât sleep for a week after.
That was when it started to show. Pearline sat on the edge of the bed in a small rented room behind the juke joint, hands resting lightly over her stomach like she was afraid to believe it was real.
âI reckon âŚâ she started once, then stopped.
Sammie looked up from tuning his instrument.
âWhat you mean? He asked softly.
Her voice barely held. "I⌠I reckon I might be carryinâ
The silence that followed wasnât empty. It was full. Full of fear. Full of hope. Full of a future neither of them had ever been allowed to imagine without punishment attached. Sammie crossed the room and when he knelt in front of her, he didnât speak right away. He just rested his forehead gently against her hands.
He silently said, "Then Iâm gonâ make sure you anâ that little one stay safe. Ainât nothinâ happeninâ to yâall". Like it was the only truth that mattered.
His father did not agree. The church man stern, weathered, built from scripture and disappointment looked at Sammie like he was already lost. âYou call this love, boy?â his father asked sharply. âThis place? This woman? All this devil music?â
Sammie stood in the doorway of his childhood home, shoulders tight. âIt is .â
âIt is sin,â his father replied immediately. âAnâ you throwinâ your whole life away chasinâ after it.â That word sin followed Sammie all the way back to the juke joint like a shadow that wouldnât stop talking. Pearline saw it in him before he said anything.
âYou ainât gotta stay,â she told him quietly that night. âI donât want you losinâ everythinâ on account of me.â Sammie laughed once, but there was no humor in it.
âYou reckon I still got a home to lose?
And then, softer "Got me a home already"
It was the twins who helped them first. Everyone in town knew their quick hands, quicker minds, always a way to make something impossible suddenly possible. They found the room. They fixed the roof. They brought what little furniture they could get their hands on without asking questions that didnât need answering.
Nobody called it charity. It was just survival.
When Sammie carried Pearline across the threshold for the first time, she laughed despite herself.
"Boy, you know I can walk" she said.
âI know,â he replied, adjusting her carefully. âBut I like doing things right.â
The room was small. Bare. Beautiful in the way new beginnings always are unfinished but full of promise.
Pearline sat on the bed and watched Sammie stand there like he was still waiting for someone to tell him he didnât deserve it.
âYouâre shaking,â she said.
âI know,â he said again.
Then he finally looked at her properly.
âI donât know how to be a father,â Sammie admitted. âI donât know how to be any of this.â
Pearline reached for his hand.
âYouâre already staying,â she said. âThatâs more than most men ever learn.â
Outside, Clarksdale kept humming.
The juke joint kept singing.
And somewhere between sin and salvation, between fear and faith, Sammie and Pearline built something fragile and defiant and real.
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preview: Annie, marveling at his honesty and clarity, almost allowed a moan to escape her lips. There was something about the way he'd been vulnerable about being a virgin, something about the way he trusted her to control this moment. He gave her a feeling that restored something in her, like this was her first time all over again, and in a few years, she might actually consider this It.
cw: smut, virgin!smoke, experienced!annie, young smoke x annie, first time, unprotected!sex, fluffy!smut
a/n: this was a request and i canât thank you enough, anon!!!!! i didnât expect to write this so fast, but here we areee (iâve posted three days in a row now,,, letâs not jinx it)
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Clouds streaked the early morning sky, creeping over the sun that peeked over the horizon. The spring air was fragrant with goldenrod and honeydew, and when the sun glared, water could be seen glistening atop blades of grass.
The pair had fallen asleep in Smoke's bed after staying up all night watching movies. They'd gone back and forth, each picking something that was significant to them, inching closer with each laugh or gasp of shock. Annie had wound up in his arms during a scary movie, and he had ended up with his head tucked into her neck while watching a romcom. It was a simple date, but it was special.
Smoke's arms surrounded Annie as she slept. He held her tight, felt for every shift of her breath and tightened his hold when she tried to move. He craved her closeness, and for the past few monthsâas their relationship flourishedâhe began to feel the absence of something that needed to be filled.
The earliest he could remember The Feeling was three months ago.
That night, he'd taken her out to some concert she'd been begging to go to, and as he watched her, the emotion budded. Her eyes were bright as she looked toward the stage. And the lights illuminated her face in a way that showed off her excitement perfectly. In that moment, his mind dipped off into thoughts that were far from chaste. He decided then that he'd do anything to make her happy enough to make that face again, to have his reaction to it be just that strong.
The Feeling persisted for weeks after that, blooming when she decided to try on a few options for a party she was going to. She couldn't decide what was best, and he was the only person available to give their opinion. Each outfit got skimpier and skimpier, and as he sat on her bed, watching her twirl for him, a pillow found its way into his lap.
He wasn't naive about his feelings, but Smoke had never actually done anything like that before. In 23 years, he'd done nothing sexual with another person; But with Annie, he was finally ready to go that far. He loved the person she was: her personality, her body, her laugh when he said something stupid about how they were both too damn nervous to give this a try when they were back in high school together. He loved her, and he could no longer resist The Feeling.
His body curled into hers, hands smoothing out his shirt that covered her back. She was beautiful like thisâprettiest in the mornin'âhe was known to say. Smelling the side of her neck, he jumped when she shuffled.
âWhy you lookin' at me like that,â she groaned, stretching her over-exhausted body into his. Her fingers sought him out, pulling his body closer so she could bury her face in him to escape the light.
ââCause you sexy in the morninâ,â he drawled. His cadence was slow, the words slurring because he was both tired and turned on. Annie immediately picked up on his state.
âYou betta' stop talkin' to me like that,â she chuckled, clutching onto him tighter. One eye peeked out to take a look at him, and her face flushed with heat from the intensity of his gaze. âIon know if you ready for all this sexiness.â It came out as a joke based on conversations they'd been having for months about The Feeling and how she'd take care of him when he was ready. Recently, he'd been growing bolder. He complimented her body moreâhow he loved her thighs and her ass and how her titties sat just right. He allowed The Feeling to linger longer, pressing his needy body up against hers for momentary relief. Theyâd both been wanting it to the point where it took over their thoughts.
âI'm ready for it,â Smoke groaned, arousal strong. âI can handle all of it.â
Immediately following his declaration, his fingers began dragging along her thighsâbecause he knew just how to get her in a heady mood. His movements were slow and deliberate, and Annie rewarded him with soft moans before her lips met his. Plush lips against plush lips, their bodies fell into a rhythm of give and take.
They took their time, went carefully because it was still too early in the morning to do anything else. Dew still covered the edges of flowers outside, a crispness in the air that aided the moment.
Annie allowed her fingers to explore the man before her. They outlined the plains of his chest. They dipped over the curves of his abs. And when she came to the edge of his boxers, hers fingers toyed with the material, lips leaving his in time to feel the addicting tremble of his breath.
âYou trust me,â she whispered into the quiet air, slow and steady. She held onto him, desperately needing the closeness because something about this was making her feel raw. He responded with a shudder, words broken with need.
âYe-yes,â he breathed, âI'll always trust you.â
Annie, marveling at his honesty and clarity, almost allowed a moan to escape her lips. There was something about the way he'd been vulnerable about being a virgin, something about the way he trusted her to control this moment. He gave her a feeling that restored something in her, like this was her first time all over again, and in a few years, she might actually consider this It.
She rewarded the man was a kiss to the edge of his jaw, and when her hand found its way into his boxers, that same way-too-addictive shuddering breath landed on her cheek. She dragged her fingers down the length of his dick, capturing his arousal on the tip of a finger.
âI ainât never,â Smoke choked out, groaning at the view of Annie sucking that finger into her mouth. âI ainât ever been this turned on before.â And instead of responding with words, the woman simply hummed in acknowledgment before shifting her position on the bed. She pressed the manâs back into the mattress and settled atop his thighs. Unceremoniously, Smokeâs shirt that covered her upper body was pulled over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties, darkened where they sat against her. âDamn,â he commented, reaching out for her.
His face found comfort between her breasts with practiced ease, and Annie laughed as he held himself there and breathed in her scent.
âYou always end up there,â she laughed heartily. And it was true. Whenever heâd had a hard day or a good day or a boring day, all he wanted was to lay up in her chest for comfort. Warm breath ghosted her skin.
âItâs my favorite spot,â he grumbled against her, hands somehow on her thighs again, pulling her into him.
Flushing, Annie reached down and dragged his chin up. She looked into his eyes, and when he melted at the sight of her, she dove in. When their lips met this time, it wasnât soft and slow and careful; It was sharp and fast and greedy. Smokeâs hands found her hips, and his thumbs wedged found themselves in the groove where hip and thigh met. With ease, motion was made and pace was set. Her clothed pussy grinded against his dick, dragging up the length of him and forcing both of their bodies to shudder.
Smoke had never felt this good in his life. Heâd never felt so consumed by something, and he never wanted to feel anything other than this. His palms found her ass next, taking up as much flesh as he could and keeping her hips in that tempting roll. He wanted her, craved her, but when he flipped their position and was leaned over her heaving body, he had no idea how to move forward.
âBaby,â Annie whispered, noticing the way his eyes darted away in a mix of shame and fear. He didnât look at her straight on, and when her hand came up to his cheek, he jumped in shock. âElijah,â she whispered to gain his full attention. âI told you Iâd take care of you. I got you, and if you wanna stop, we canââ
âI donât want to,â he nearly shouted, frightened that the very thing he wanted, craved, was beginning to slip from his grasp. Annieâs eyebrows were raised and a goofy smirk tilted her lips. âI-I donât wanna stop,â he tried again, voice cracking. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay, baby,â she breathed pulling him down on top of her. Naturally, her mouth found the edge of his jaw because she couldnât get enough of that tremble when she did something that felt too good for him to contain it. âTake these off,â she whispered in his ear. Her hands pulled at his boxersâthe only thing on his bodyâand when he moved in a rush to obey her, she removed her own panties.
Kneeling between her open legs, Smoke groaned when he saw her arousal, glistening up at him. His mouth watered. His tip flushed. She was the most beautiful sight, and he made sure she knew that. The man whispered about her beauty into her left ear, how he was addicted to her, how heâd love her the length of his life, how he felt so safe and taken care of. He made sure she knew what she did to him and just how much he needed her in his life.
When the tip of his dick nudged itself between her folds, they both needed a second to collect themselves. Their conjoined warmth and wetness was almost too much to bear, and when Smoke began moving his hips to drag himself across her clit and back down to her entrance, they both wept.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he groaned, breath growing heavier. âHow you feel so good?â The words were slurred, disbelief dripping off of each syllable, and although he asked the question rhetorically, he was beginning to think maybe he did need some explanation.
âYou ainât even got the tip in yet,â Annie laughed from her chest. She threw her head back when Smoke rubbed her clit back and forth. She was wet enough that she could hear it, and with the way Smoke was looking between her legs, she could only imagine the sight he was being met with. âMake sure you go in at an angle,â she instructed, placing a pillow beneath her lower back. They both needed this to be easy and enjoyable. The longer they waited, the more their arousal clawed through them and the more they grew worried about fucking this up.
What surprised Smoke first was how he slipped inside with such ease, but what surprised him most was how he could feel every shudder, ever shift, every vibration from the inside. With nearly half of his length tucked away inside of her, Annie pulled Smoke down so that their chests were flush, so that their breaths mingled.
âCan I move,â he questioned, voice breaking as he contemplated how long heâd be able to last once she gave him the go ahead. The feeling of her surrounding him was glorious, and the normally unflappable man felt anything but calm.
âYeah,â she permitted, eyes dazed and dripping with emotion. Annieâs jaw cranked open as she eyed the man above her. They were both perfectly ruined for each other, so gone over the feeling of their bodies becoming one.
His hips moved timidly as he got a feel for the situation. And successfully delivering the man confidence, he stroked her walls in a slow rhythm when her hands landed on his ass in encouragement. Each thrust made them quake. Each drag made them moan. Each breath passed from one to another had them ready to break apart no matter how early in was in their pursuit.
âYou doinâ so good, âLijah,â Annie cooed, kissing his temple. His hips sped up, and hers rose to chase him every time he dragged out to the tip.
Breathing shakily, Smoke watched as the sun fell over Annieâs face. It floated through the windows, lighting up her eyes the same way the lights did at that concertâwhen he first got The Feeling. He decided in that moment, as her brown eyes revealed every fleck of honey in them, that the sun rose just for this. For her.
âYou perfect,â he breathed, addicted, and butterflies flooded her body.
Neither of them wanted to tap out just yet. Neither of them wanted to let go. But when Smoke would pull out to the tip, Annie would pulse around him in a way he couldnât resist. And when heâd bottom out again, a glorious pressure would form in the base of her stomach.
They continued to meet each other in the middle, arms holding on tight, bodies ready to give up the good fight.
And when they came, it was done simultaneously. They couldnât do anything but surrender together, to each other.
Breaths hot.
Bodies trembling.
Morning dew fading away.
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a/n: i'm still accepting requests! i have one more that i really want to get to, but i'm looking for anything interesting. smut, fluff, angst, whatever you got for me!
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warnings: cussing, drinking, fighting, blood, ghetto shit, the n word, smoke and annie both young hos fr. childish stuff and very goofy.
an: heyyyy y'all. i'm back ;) i played to bad writing this but it was so fun. i wanted to write something playful after my last work. y'all was on my ass about them not getting away so i made y'all favorite couple have an eventful night lol. hope you guys enjoy and happy reading.
annie was sitting in her walk in closet, glancing up at all the outfit choices in front of her. she let out a deep sigh. the irritation was already there. she did NOT want to go out tonight. a bad feeling was sitting deep within her chest. all of the warning signs to stay home were going off but she ignored them anyway.
it was her friend's graduation outing and she didn't want to be the only one to not show up when it mattered most. no matter how much she wanted to crawl back in bed and watch reruns of law and order suv.
aneika decided on a black bandage dress and black heels with the gold ysl holding them up. if she was going to go out she might as well put on her good shit. annie just hoped she wouldn't regret this at the end of the night.
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annie's mood was looking up but that was to be expected when your friends are as lit as her's were right now. the feeling that she had prior was melting away by the minute due to the atmosphere her group created. drinks were flowing, the dj was playing hit after hit, and all her girls looked good.
partition by Beyonce was the next song to come on. aneika lost all home training as she and her friends raced to the dance floor. she grinded her hips against her friend, drunk giggles escaping freely. she sighed deeply as she thought about how she always sung this to smoke. but she wouldn't be one of those " i miss my man" bitches, at least not right now. maybe later though..
she continued to dance until she felt her homegirl, asia, stumble into her back. before she could even turn around to ask what was wrong, she heard words that ensured the night was about to take a turn for the worst.
"damn bitches can't say excuse me" asia yelled out to another group of girls pushing their way through the sea of people.
"ian gotta say nothing if ion want to ho" that feeling was back in annie's chest. she knew something was about to pop off.
"girl shut the fuck up" another one of annie's friends said back.
next thing you know a drink flew and a heel came next. annie thought for a few quick seconds. thought about what would happen after the fight. what would happen if smoke found out.
but that was a later annie problem.
she swung on the girl across from her. fists punching harder and harder with each swing. each hit connecting more than the last. in her mind she knew this was crazy but she would always have her friend's back no matter what. she would think of the consequences later.
the girl got one good punch in before what aneika assumed was security snatched her up. legs kicking and body turning trying to make an escape.
the night time air smacked annie in the face as she was sat down on the curb.
"sit down and chill the fuck out" the security guard said as her friends were sat down next to her.
annie bounced her leg fast, adrenaline spreading through her body like a virus. she could not wait to tell her man about this shit. she picked up her phone and hit the only contact pinned in her phone.
elijah saved under the name "jah jah đ" since he hated when she called him that name.
jah jah đ
why tf i just get into a
group fight at the clubđ
aneika đ
i'm otw
annie put her phone down and continued to rethink her life decisions. she knew smoke was going to pissed ALL the way off when he came to get her but a part of her didn't really care at the moment. aneika would cross that bridge when she came to it.
"so you hoes think it's okay to put y'all hands on people now" this random man approached the group of women.
annie picked up her phone and began to scroll through instagram because there was no way in hell he thought he was talking to her like that.
" yea you too bitch" the man spat stepping directly in front of annie.
"who tf you talking to???" anieka looked up irritation seeping back into her blood just as quickly as it had left.
"you was the one swinging on my girl so wassup. keep that energy with me!"
"nigga fuck you! grown ass man arguing with women. find you something safe to do for real!!" annie said back to him, accent coming out stronger now that he had took her there.
while they were arguing, smoke turned the corner to the club on one wheel. base booming as he parked on the curb beside the building entrance. he hopped out swiftly when he caught sight of some nigga standing in his girl's face.
the man didn't get a chance to respond as smoke shoulder checked people to move through the crowd forming quickly around them.
"ima tell you one time to back up out her face." he said voice level despite how mad he was.
aneika knew this was the wrong time but seeing her man handle shit does something to her.
"or what" the man said with a fake air of confidence. smoke could see straight past the bravado he was trying to display. elijah was never one to do too much talking.
next thing annie knew, smoke's fist crashed into the dude's jaw. he didn't stop when he heard the cracking noise. eli kept punching even when the dude hit the ground. aneika's man was just like her for real.
"smoke stop and come on. before they call the police on yo crazy ass!!" she said trying to pull smoke off the man who was starting to lose consciousness. he ignored her at first. the man thought it was cool to talk to women any kind of way. especially elijah's. smoke didn't think he had learned his lesson just yet.
the man lay slumped on the concrete. blood staining his cheap white tee when eli let go finally, kicking the man one last time. he just wanted to be a lil extra. he turned around gripping annie's face in his hands.
"you good mama?" his eyes searched her face top to bottom looking for anything out of place.
she giggled still kind of adrenaline high and tipsy from all the lemon drops.
"yea i'm good. this been one crazy night man. " she laughed again.
"what you laughing for? you know damn well you not supposed to be out here fighting and shit" smoke scowled at her. he wasn't really angry at her, more so at the danger that could have took place if he hadn't showed up.
"babyyyyy. they were messing with asia and you know i was not letting that shit slide. that's my bitch. " aneika shrugged her shoulders, she didn't see anything wrong with her actions.
"if asia went to jail were you going too?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
"you don't remember freshman year of college babe? been there done that." annie looked up at him goofily.
he shook his head and led her to his car still parked halfway on the sidewalk. he would go to hell or jail behind aneika so he couldn't judge at all. he was forever riding behind her.
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