Your best friend calls, voice raw, and you realize he’s jerking off to you. The call spirals into a dirty, tense back-and-forth—him 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 bomb—and hang up, leaving him ruined, obsessed, and wanting more.
★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, honey¹, and slut¹), you're a little mean but he likes it, etc★
★18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕★
"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.
"H-hey," his voice scrapes out on the other end. It’s a wrecked sound—ragged, breathless, and vibrating with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.
Your brows pull tight, a slow worry already beginning to tug at your lips. "Are you okay? You sound... off."
You picture him for a second. Maybe he’s sweaty from a run, his chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. Or maybe he’s been lugging another Amazon dresser for that old lady down the block—always the good guy, always helping somebody. But as you listen to the heavy, rhythmic hitch in his breathing, you realize you’re wrong.
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 hand—slick, flushed, and dripping through his fingers.
He’s slowly but firmly stroking himself to the thought—and now the sweet, taunting sound—of 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.
"Mgh—nothing. Just... talk to me," he rasps, the friction of his hand audible through the speaker.
Your frown deepens, your heart is starting to race. "Why? What’s wrong, baby?"
The pet name slips out easy, unthinking. But the effect is immediate—he moans low, a broken, helpless sound, like you’d 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 can’t get enough of.
"I'm fine, I promise. Just keep talking. Please."
You 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.
"...You’re jerking off."
Silence. Just the heavy, frantic sound of his breathing. Then a broken, self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. M'sorry. Can’t stop. Not when it’s you."
Your breath stutters, a prickle of heat blooming low in your belly. "You’re getting off to me? On the damn phone?"
"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, I’d do anything to see you ride me, just once. Just to see what that look on your face is like when I’m deep inside you."
You bite your lip, your pulse kicking against your throat. "That’s disgusting. Using my voice to get your nut. You’re nasty."
He groans like you’ve just blessed him with a touch. "Yeah, I know. But you're all I think about... you’re the only thing that gets me this hard."
"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.
"Don’t say that." His tone cuts sharp now, all the nice playfulness you've come to love is gone. "I’m not your fucking friend. You call me every day. You tell me you love me. I told you from the start—I’m 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 me—You let me be in your life knowing how I feel about you."
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.
"It’s kinda sad. Stroking your dick to a girl you’ll never have. We'll never be together. I’ll never let you fuck me. All you get is your hand."
He 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."
You hesitate, the heat pooling heavy and agonizing between your thighs. Then, you click over.
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 camera—it’s the force of his fist moving fast.
"Thank you," he exhales, the word almost reverent as he takes in your appearance.
"Hi, baby. Let me see your face," you don't ask it like a question. You order it.
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.
"You look good," you compliment, but the little laugh that follows makes it sting.
"Keep talking." He’s close, you can hear the strain in his voice. "Don't stop."
"I want to see."
He blinks, his eyes glazed and dark. "What?"
"I'm not repeating myself."
He lets out a breathless, desperate laugh, knowing your patience is thin. "Take your shirt off then. Let me see what I'm working for."
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 don’t cover yourself; he’s seen you in less, and you want him to see exactly what he’s missing.
"Fuck," he groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain. He flips the camera.
Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry. His dick is a complete mess—his 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.
You bite your lip hard, heat twisting through your belly, your shorts already sticking damp between your thighs.
His moan rips through the line, a guttural, animal sound.
You whisper his name, your voice low, trembling, and possessive. "... I really want you in my mouth."
His head snaps back against the pillow, a broken curse ripped from his lungs. "If I had you here? I’d fuck that throat till you cried. Till you gagged around me and begged for air. I’d hold your head and make you take every fucking inch."
You hum, a low, taunting vibration. "You’re not tough enough for that."
That pulls a dark, dangerous laugh from him. His hand works faster, the veins straining down his forearm. "Say that shit again. I’d hold your face down and shove my dick so deep you’ll feel me in your chest. I’ll make you swallow every drop."
Your thighs squeeze together, wetness soaking through the crotch of your shorts. "All talk. You’d fold the second it touched my tongue."
He groans, deep and pained. "God, you drive me fucking insane." His breath stutters, then—"Take your bra off for me. Now."
You tilt your head, slow and teasing. "You want a show?"
"Take it off." His voice is rough, a plea threaded with a hard command.
You hook your fingers into the lace, slipping it down your shoulders, letting it fall. Your breasts sit full and heavy in the camera’s glow, your nipples tight and peaked in the cool air.
He chokes on his own breath. "God, look at you. Perfect. Fucking perfect."
Your fingers lift, tugging lightly at one nipple, rolling it between your fingers. "Like this, baby?"
His hand drags hard down his dick, the slick sound of it filling your ears. "Yeah—play with them for me. Pinch ‘em. Roll ‘em." His eyes roll back for a second, his mouth slack. "Fuck—I wanna cum all over those tits. Paint you, watch it drip down your stomach. You’d look so good messy with my cum."
You coo, your voice dirty and soft. "Yeah, baby? You wanna ruin me like that? Wanna cover me ‘cause I’m yours?" You pinch harder, moaning low. "Mmh, I’d let you do it however you want."
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.
You whisper, almost reverent. "I can’t stop watching your hands. They're so big and veiny. So strong. You're twitching in your grip—look at you, baby. All that for me."
He 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."
You squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple harder, tugging it until you gasp, your eyes locked on his fist pumping. The sound of it—wet, obscene, skin slapping skin—is the only thing in the world.
"Fuck," he grits out, his voice frayed. "I’d drag you down and smear every drop over you. I wanna fill you up."
You laugh softly, mean but sweet. "Yeah? You’d mark me up? Cover me so everybody knows this pussy’s yours? Even though you’ll never get to fuck it?"
He groans, almost breaking under the weight of the tease. "Stop—don’t say that. I’d fuck you stupid, ma. I’d split you open. Make you cry for me."
You hum, stroking your breast with slow, deliberate circles. "I bet you would. But right now? All you’ve got is your hand. And me watching."
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.
"Cum for me, baby."
He moans, a high, guttural sound.
"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."
"Fuck—" His hips stutter up into his fist. Precum spills slick down his shaft, his knuckles shiny and wet.
"Begging you, sweetheart," you whisper, cruel and filthy. "Paint yourself for me. Cover that stomach, those big hands—show me what I do to you."
He chokes, his eyes squeezing shut, his jaw locked tight as his body begins to coil for the release. "M’close—oh fuck, I’m gonna—"
"Do it," you purr, sharp and commanding. "Cum for me, baby. Now."
His 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.
You sigh, watching the way it looks against his skin, your voice turning sweet again. "That’s it. Good boy. Look at that dick, dripping for me. You made such a mess."
He’s panting, ruined, his hand still twitching around his softening length. "Fuck... fuck, I love you."
You tilt the camera, watching him still sprawled—sweat dripping, stomach streaked with cum, hand twitching.
"Mmh," you hum, soft and wicked, "look what you did, baby. Got me all wet."
His head snaps up, eyes heavy but blazing. "Show me."
You 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."
He groans, his chest heaving. "Touch it for me. Play with yourself—please, ma."
Your laugh is low and cruel. "Not a chance. You already got your show."
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."
You lean close to the screen, your smirk sharp and triumphant. "Try me. You don't scare me, baby. I said no."
His fist curls against his stomach, frustration pouring through the camera. "Then... at least—fuck—at least let me listen. Please. Let me hear it."
You bite your lip, dragging your fingers slow through your slickness, making yourself whimper. "You’re nasty."
"Yeah," he rasps, desperate. "For you. Only for you."
You sigh, soft and sweet, pressing two fingers against your clit until your hips twitch. "Fine. You can listen. But that’s it. Just your ears."
Your 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 he’s eating every sound alive.
"That’s it," he rasps, his voice still raw from cumming. "Rub that pretty pussy for me. God, I wanna be there so bad—wanna hold your thighs open and eat you till you’re crying."
Your head tips back, your breath shaky. "Mghn—You talk so nasty, baby."
"You don’t even know," he grits out. "I’d spread you out and pound that pussy till you scream. I’d fuck you till you smell like me. I'd never let you leave the bed."
A moan rips out of you, high and breathless. Your fingers circle faster, your hips rolling up off the bed as the tension coils.
"You like that?" he groans. "Knowing how bad I want you? Tell me you’ll give it up one day. Tell me I’ll get to fuck you for real."
Your laugh cuts sharp and shaky. "N-No, baby. You’ll never have me like that."
He curses, a guttural sound of frustration. "Fuck. You’re killing me, ma."
Your moans rise, sharper now, your body coiling tight. "Keep talking. Don't stop."
He obeys, his voice a low, gravelly anchor. "I’d hold your hips down. Spit in your mouth while I fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you go for hours."
That does it—your 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.
He groans raggedly, listening to the sound of your break like it’s gospel. "That’s it—fuck, that’s it. Cum for me. Good girl. Good fucking girl."
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."
His breath hitches on the other end, broken and reverent. "...I’d do anything to see that."
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.
He’s the first to break it, his voice ragged. "Man... I swear, one day—"
You cut him off with a sweet, dismissive little laugh, curling back into your pillow and pulling the covers up. "Shh. Don’t start again."
The 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.
"Thank you," you murmur, soft and sweet. Almost tender. "I love you so much, baby."
The phone goes quiet. You can picture him—eyes wide, lips parted, his heart clenching around those words. You know exactly what you’ve done to him.
You smile to yourself, curling the blanket over your bare chest. "Good night."
And you hang up before he can even find his voice to answer.
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thinking about a dose of act right from stack rn….
warning: 18+ (minors stay away)
inspired by the mean!stack drabble I read from @cremeful (I love u babyyyy)
“uh uh, move that fuckin’ hand.” stack growls, thrusting deep into you from behind, removing your hand that desperately pressed on his stomach to pin against your lower back. “you was actin’ like you ain’t got no sense with your lil’ friends earlier, this is what the fuck happens.” the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your swollen, sensitive pussy was like porn to his ears. his length was coated with a thick creamy ring that was evidence of your previous orgasms.
“p-please d-daddy ’s too m-much.” you sobbed, breathy pants and whimpers pouring out of your mouth as his cock kissed every spot inside the warm gummy walls of your cunt. “yeah? too much? daddy goin’ too hard?” he asked in a mocking tone, continuing to fuck you with the same pace but deeper this time relishing in your high pitched moans.
“u-uh huh…n-eed a break,” you whined, head turning to the side to meet his hard gaze with your own teary lustful stare. brown eyes filled with tears of pleasure, plump lips forming a pout. “break? you so cute,” he chuckled sadistically which sent a throb to your core. “bratty ass ain’t even say sorry but you want a break.” he placed his hand on the back of your head, pressing you down into the mattress as he pounded into you furiously.
“okay! o-okay! ‘m sorry d-daddy..” you yelped as his heavy hand smacked her ass hard. “nah that ain’t good enough for me.” stack grunts, biting his lip. “you gon’ have to be real convincin’,” his hand reaches in between your legs to rub your engorged clit in small but fast circles with his fingers.
“fuckfuckfuck! daddy w-wait!” you pleaded, feeling your 5th(? you honestly stopped counting after the second) orgasm crash over you. a smirk played at his lips as he continued to play with your throbbing pearl, moaning with your cries. warm, clear arousal squirts from your trembling hole, painting your thighs and his own.
“mmhmm gimme that nut baby, let it go.” he cooed as he fucked you through the aftershocks. a few moments later, he pulled out of you slowly, your pussy fluttering as it clenched around nothing.
you plop your body down into the bed, trying to catch your breath, sniffling as you met his face again. “‘m sorry..I didn’t mean it.” you tried again. stack reached over and pressed a kiss into your curls. “I know you are,” he hummed, trailing a hand over your trembling body. “but you wanna know what you can do to really make me forgive you?”
your eyes widen with the understanding that this punishment was not at a cool down…but a warm up.
“gimme that fuckin’ mouth and maybe daddy will forgive ya’.”
Black Fem! Reader x Elias ‘Stack’ Moore from Sinners. (modern-day)
A/N: my bad for my absence. I’m back though. 😭 I had a dream about Stack yesterday, and thankfully, I remember it, mind you, I'm a Smoke girlie. Why was this nasty man sneaking into my dreams like this? 😭😂
Summary: Stack has been distant toward you lately after you spent time with Smoke. However, Stack decided to show up at your house, unannounced, with confessions of his own late at night. He wanted to let you know that he belonged to you, only you.
You lie flat on your stomach across your bed, your feet swinging in the air with your brown eyes glued to the television screen, engrossed in an episode of Law, and Order SVU, as Olivia Benson commits to solving the case, trash-talking the evil-doers, and a pink bowl of candy in front. You threw a few sweet gummy worms in your mouth, and your teeth dug into the sugary softness.
Your locs, freshly retwisted as you carefully took off the small rubber bands. Unraveling the twisted locs with a careful pace, tongue sticking out, resting against your lip. Focused.
“Welp, there goes another cliffhanger,” you mumbled, chuckling lightly.
You heard a chime from your Ring camera door on your phone, as you smacked your lips, irritated. Your eyes flickered toward the vibrant screen, irritation prickling at you.
You weren't expecting any visitors at 9:50 at night in the comfort of your home. Your curled locs pooled in front of your face, and you were in an oversized black tee shirt of your favorite artist, no bra and no panties on.
That was until you peeked at your phone to see who was at your door. Elias Moore, better known by his moniker, Stack. The younger brother of Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore. Mischievous. Reckless. A sliver tongue. Rough around the edges. His Mississippi accent was thick, and potent.
The blazing fire to Smoke’s still waters, as the two of them combined would create a scorching steam engulfing the air, Smoke was the calm after storms of his own.
You often felt like people misjudged him, merely because of how he acted, and spoke to folks. Sure, Elias was wild, but he had a heart in there.
Stack found himself ruminating over the possible scenarios of what he could have been like, if all of that hadn't happened.
Maybe if he hadn't been so reckless as a child, and his father hadn't beaten him down often, then he would've been different, right?
Different in a good way. But you reassured Elias that he was perfect, the way he was. Despite the constant brotherly bickering with Smoke, and his big brother did it all with love, and protection for his baby brother.
Stack has been behaving oddly recently. Aloof. It all started when you were with his big brother, Smoke. Stack saw you two chatting, while walking out of a cafe and it seemed like you were in love with each other.
Stack assumed that you were dating Smoke from his view, the way you smiled with him, and Smoke smiled back at you, his arm linked over your shoulder as if you were Smoke’s girl. *His. Smoke’s girl.
Stack was infuriated, brimming with jealousy. Stack had you first before Smoke, his eye on you to be exact. He knew that women loved the strong, silent type, but not from his perspective. You? Yes.
You weren't impressed by his whiskey-aged smooth talk. Not his smug little grin, but he was a very fine man. You knew why women flocked to his way, and Smoke’s way. It was obvious.*
Smoke doesn't show that kind of joy for just anyone, unless he feels that strongly. He cared for you, and you cared for him, but it was a friendship. Platonic.
Stack needed an answer from you. Not from his twin brother, just so Smoke could silently taunt him, possibly talk shit. Rub it in his face.
There he stood on the porch stairs of your home, sporting an oversized grey hoodie and matching sweatpants, leaning against the railing. A pair of beige Timberlands, hood over his head. A grin of mischief flashed his new gold fronts across his teeth.
Who was he looking fine for? Your breath hitched. Your thighs pressed together, pussy clenching around nothing desperately at the live video of him on your Ring Camera.
You reached for a pair of shorts, sliding them up before trotting through the hallway, and made a right turn, made a beeline for the front door. You sighed dramatically, reaching for the door knob.
You swung the door open, and Stack had the audacity to step through your threshold, without introducing, or announcing himself. Your face turned sour, lips stuck in a tight line.
“What the hell is wrong with you, nigga? It’s almost 10:00 at night.” You say nonchalantly, gesturing to the time on your phone screen.
Stack didn’t say anything, he only scrapes the flat soles of his shoes across your doormat, and kicking them off into the shoe basket. You closed the screen door, twisting the locks, as you did the same for the front door with ease.
Stack simply stood there, jaw tightened, arms crossed as if he was ready to blow a fuse. Hell, whatever brought in anger for Stack must've been serious.
“Hello? Earth to ‘Lias, E! Smokey Bear’s evil twin?” You called out, your tone was short, abrupt, sharp through his earshot. Your hand waving dismissively in front of his face.
Stack’s head snapped in your direction, narrowing at your height, his jaw clenching tighter, gritting his teeth.
“That’s yo’ nickname for him?” Stack asked, his voice gravelly, deeper, real mean.
Your arms crossed, dismissing his question. Batting your eyelashes, masking your innocence, as your grin almost widened. “Yes. I think it’s cute.”
“You don’t have a nickname for me?” Stack asked, his hand over his muscular chest.
Somehow, you managed to snap him out of his trace, but his voice came out softer, yet the twang of that Mississippi accent, that rasp deepening sent a pang of arousal through your body, betraying you in the worst way. Shorts, wet.
You grinned evilly. “Nothing goes with Stack…there is wac—“
“Don’t finish that fuckin’ sentence, girl.”
Your hand ran over your face, dragging out a sigh. Wondering why you let this man in without announcing. Stack was a piece of work.
“What’s wrong? Did Elijah say something to you?” You asked him, concerned and confused.
Stack moved a bit closer, looming over you even though you were tall, with his hands tucked into the front pocket. Jaw still clenched at the mention of his brother’s name.
Smoke can always to get a rise out of Stack without him around. It was fun to Smoke, often. Stack could hear the dark chuckle from his brother right now.
"You Smoke's girl?” He asked, his voice deepened to a possessive tone, controlled.
Ahh, now you know. Smoke, you & jealousy from him. You wanted to mess with Stack for a little while. The glint of mischief in your eye, and he caught it.
“No, I’m not. Where did you—” You paused before thinking back to the time you, and Smoke spent time together.
“Big Papa Smoke got you acting jealous, Stack?” You asked coyly.
Stack flinched. He was beyond the grappling emotion. His finger lifted your chin, forcing your gaze. Your composure remained still, holding his gaze without flinching.
“I ain’t jealous..I had a feelin’ anyway,” Stack shrugged, his voice held a forced toughness as if he knew about it.
“Nigga, please. You came barging in here like I stole something. Smoke peeped it too. I told him not to, but he’s messy..” You explained, shrugging.
Stack grimaces, biting his tongue. Anger simmering in his chest. “Seriously?”
“Aww, ‘Lias. You’ve gone soft on little ol’ me? You're so cutee!” You exclaimed, your fingers pinched at his cheeks. Once you stop, the pad of your thumb presses against his dimple.
Stack’s lips fell in a tight line, slightly parted without a single sound uttered. Was it bad enough that he liked it when you touched him? He was too stubborn to admit it though.
“I ain’t gone soft, Y/n..” Stack shook his head, cutting his eyes at you. Bore through your soul.
“Yes, you are! It’s cute. Tough guy like you has a heart in there?” You teased, your hand resting over his chest.
Little did you know, his dick was already hard, jumping in his boxers just from on a touch, a smile, a laugh. He couldn’t resist you.
“Yeah I do. But that lil fuckin’ game ain’t just on Smoke, it’s on you too,” Stack warned, his voice smooth like velvet, and rough.
The warning hung in the air between the two of them caught your attention. You swallowed hard before keeping yourself together, but on the inside, heat flowing through you like a tidal wave, quick, and unexpected.
Stack leaned in, his cologne invading your senses, cinnamon, a hint of vanilla bean, citrus, something spicy to kick in. You could hear the soft jiggle of his gold herringbone chain against his collarbone. “You like seein’ a nigga angry, huh? You gon’ play wit’ my feelings like that.”
You objected. “Ay, that was Smoke playing with your feelings, not me.”
Stack’s hand wrapped around your neck, fingering curling tight to apply pressure, his thumb resting against your neck vein. Your pulse quickened so loud that you could hear it in your ears.
You bite back. “Elias…shouldn’t you be mad at your brother instead?”
That made Stack flinched slightly, slowly unraveling over you. He sucked in a breath, before exhaling as if he was blowing smoke from a lit blunt.
He released your neck from his grasp, leaving you breathless. Stack gave your desired space, yet close to you, almost inches apart.
“You right. But I did come all this way for you, and just the thought of Smoke havin’ you all to himself drove me crazy.” Stack confessed softly, his voice still raspy, torn with emotion.
“I don’t like that you gave him a nickname, and Smoke played me like that. He got to hold yo’ hand before me.” Stack went on, his voice softer, more potent.
“Elijah—-“
“Don’t say his name, say mine…”
Stack’s mischievous grin spread across his face again, unforgiving. Your hands snaked below the waistband of his sweatpants yet you stopped. “Can I touch you?”
“Am I yours, Y/n?”
“Of course, you are…”
With a nod of his consent, your hands rubbed up, and down just to tease the man. His whole jaw flexing tight, his stomach doing flips, and clenching tight. His dick throbbing against the fabric of his boxers, your palm, warm, heavy and swollen in your hand.
“Feel that? That’s what you do to me, baby.” He confessed again, voice audible, measured.
Stack was melting slowly, softly at the touch of you. You ruined him from a distance, and up close, personal. Hot, and bothered like a sinner sweating in church.
“Take me to the bedroom..”
By your command, his hand latched around your waist, while hefting you under his buff arm, resting you over his shoulder. Carrying you through the halls, and made a beeline for the bedroom, as he laid you on the edge of the mattress.
His clothes thrown across the floor, while you stripped out of yours. But Stack ripped your panties off, eliciting a sharp tear of fabric. His hands on the blanket, as his eyes flickered down at you for consent.
“Yes, you can fuck me..”
His hand latched around his dick, heavy, hung low. Curving to the right just a tad. The intricate veins wrapped up, and down, the head protruding with desperate need.
His muscular body in all its glory, defined, soft, and smooth. Brown skin from his head to his toes. You couldn’t wait.
Elias’s eyes locked in a devoted gaze, lovingly like he couldn’t hide it. He couldn’t. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping it slowly. He hissed softly, dragging out a raspy groan.
“You know that I don’t like to wait, baby..” You sang playfully, your tongue glided across your lip.
Stack chuckled off a groan, stifling the sound in his throat. “S-says the one is teasin her damn self. Makin me wait…”
“If you can fuck me right, Elias..”
“A’ight then..”
Stack pushed himself in, inch by inch, as his tip nudged your folds apart. The sudden sensation made you moan desperately like you haven’t had it in a while. Needy. Filled. The stretch of your walls around his dick, encircling to his shape. Your eyelids closed shut, as his thumb pressed on your clit. He groaned like he was drunk, as his tip strikes your spot. “Elias!”
“Now, that’s the only name I wanna hear, baby…” he rasped, his hands on your waist, as his hips pushing in deep, thrusts rough and soft. You were panting heavily, speechless. He wasn’t too sloppy. No brute force. Switching the pace, his own movements made your hips push with his, screaming like you were in pleasure, and pain.
You watched his dick go deeper inside you, the white essence all over thickening, gushing, creaming again, again. The few raspy rumbling in his throat made you wetter. He gave you every inch of him just as he was yours. His thrusts were reckless, precise and pleasurable. Driving you crazy. “Soo..goood!” You released raspy cries, calling out to him like a life line. “Yeah, that’s it…feel me..” he whispered, biting his lip. His moans were heavy, raspier, and he didn’t hold back.
Stack wanted you to hear him. His hips crashing into yours, with the curve of that dick hitting a spot in an endless loop, bruising your cervix like he hated you. Real mean.
“You'll feel this dick for days without me…shit..like this? I'll still feel that pussy..” He pants heavily, his eyes were still half- lidded. Watching you down below, the way his dick disappeared inside you. Fuck, that mouth of his. You whimpered pathetically underneath him, your brows furrowing in focus.
Yet Stack flipped both of you, while he wasn’t too sloppy on his back, and you on top of him. His jaw tight. Bouncing with lethal power, your hands resting on his chest, raising underneath. “You feel good..” he groans lowly, his head thrown back. Nails dug deep. He had a great view of you hovering an over him, burning the sight into his brain. “I know I do…” you bragged, your lips parted. A slow grind here, and a plethora of bouncing there. He loved it.
The swell of him enlarged inside you, as bite off a moan. His hand snaked to your throat, and his fingers curling around tight. His curve hitting that spot. You screamed. You gasped for air, yet he pulled you down, crashing your lips onto his. “You don’t fuck too pretty, you fuck real good. You mean wit’ it..” Stack groans, his eyes stayed at you. His muscles taut. Your pussy squeezes between his dragged out strokes, walls fluttering softly, gripping like a vice. Sucking him in, stretching you open. “You love it..Elias..” you moaned softly, eyes rolled back.
“This dick is all mine, baby. Don’t you forget that. This pussy clenching around you tight like it’s yours..” You pants, grinding still with brute force. He fucked you like his life depends on it. As if he were wither away, die without you. He would have in a heartbeat. Stack bites back. “It is mine..” he could feel it from every flutter, heartbeat and clench.
“This pussy right here? Moldin’ into the shape of my dick. I can feel it…fuckk..baby. That lil heartbeat? That’s how I know..” Stack says lovingly, his hands latched onto your waist tighter. You fucked him back, with everything in you. Pressed your chest against his, you weight on him. “Stack…you’re twitching…” you murmured in his ear. Hands beside his head. His dick twitching inside, begging for a release. You gushed, creamed, and cummed hard, as if it was a tsunami, flooding him completely. Milking him dry.
Stack flipped both of you, yet this time you were your back while he hovering above you. “Is my pussy killing you?” You teased, nails clawing at him. Moaning like a madwoman. Legs shaking between his waist, bunched up against his side. He fucked you through the mattress, and plunged without mercy. His face softening, scrunched up. “ You killin’ me like this..” Stack groaned deeply, his head craned back. Body shaking in desperation. Wet.
With a plethora of thrusts shoving you across the bed, and the swirl of his pelvis against your clit. You whined pathetically, eyelids shutting softly. The coil in your stomach began to tighten, as you came undone again. Stack’s thrusts turned slower, passionate. craved for you to be close, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His teeth sank on your skin, your melanated skin with hickeys.
His hand on the headboard, vice grip tightened while his hips pushed forward, animalistically. The bed creaks underneath their weight, his raspy, deep groans echoing with your wild moans. Obscene. Unhinged.
With that, his release caught up to him. Yours followed suit. His thick, warm cum spilling into you, again, and again. You screamed for your life, your back arched, as his fingers played with your clit. You whined softly, as you felt everything from him. Your hand rubbed his back, as his face remained buried in your neck before pulling away.
“Damn, I love you.” He says randomly, but he means it.
“Aww, you've gone soft on me, ‘Lias. I love you too!”
He pulled out of you slowly, just to see his fat dick inch out of your swollen pussy, his tongue gliding across his lip. His half- lidded eyes squinted a bit, the white mingling with the pink and deep brown of your folds, parting again. His cum oozing out. The soft gushing. You squirted on his abdomen, without shame. His mouth on you, slurping it.
“Can I get a taste, sweetheart?” Stack asked with mischief, a faint grin on his face. His southern drawl spilled over.
You chuckled softly, with a lazy smile on your beautiful face. Nodding weakly, your chest falling and rising. Pent up exhaustion. “Yeah, eat..” you spoke, your voice still audible.
Your legs parted for him, as his hands rested underneath your knees, resting them on his shoulders before burying his face against your pussy lips, lapping his tongue across your swollen folds, his mouth closed, and opened frantically as he swallowed the cum hard. Your hand atop his head, pushing him deep. “Swallow it—fuckk!” His throat flexing, raspy rumble in his mouth. Humming deliciously just so you could hear him, the loud slurping. This man was a big ol’ freak. Greedy.
After Stack ate you out for hours, he tidied up the place, and replaced them with clean sheets. Stack prepared a soothing bubble bath for you and joined in to help wash you.
He took care of you, helped you in your pajamas, and stayed with you all night long, sleeping peacefully in your arms. He was yours. All yours.
summary: the smokestack twins left mississippi for bigger and better things, they were big fishes in a small pond, but that doesn't negate the sting you felt when stack, your boyfriend, left town without a uttering a word about it to you. not even call nor a letter to let you know he was safe in the big city of chicago. rumors on the streets about the twins return bubbled over - they were hosting a cookout and the whole neighborhood was invited - including you.
word count: 8k
warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slight mentions of cheating, slight toxic dynamics, slight mentions of drugs, set in the 90s, light mary slander (lmaoo)
author's note: ahahaa i had a lot of fun writing this ya'll omg, this one is pretty long i just couldn't help myself!! thanks for reading ya'll much appreciated <3
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The faint sounds of Saturday morning cartoons muffled within the background of your room; it was hot today - unbearably so, and it killed you that the AC in your bedroom was busted. Your grandpa said he'd get it fix, urging you not to waste your money on a new one. One thing about your grandad - he was a staunch penny pincher - always claiming he could fix something. Stating that your generation couldn't keep money in their pockets if their life depended on it. Always splurging on unnecessary 'foolishness'. But it seemed like every time he would tinker with your AC the worse it got.
You were gonna go out and buy one today, preparing for a long winded lecture - but you'd rather hear his complaints than sitting in a hot ass house. Your niece, who was only eight years old, sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Her brown eyes watched the cartoon in front of her intensely, Tom and Jerry was her favorite - and the only cartoon you'd tolerate watching with her. You just got done doing her hair, the twist were held in place with pink Bobos with white and pink butterfly barrettes at end of the twist.
You were glad to be done with her hair - the girl was tender headed and it felt like you were entering a boxing match every time you attempted to comb and brush through her thick tresses. You hunched over on the bed, painting your toe nails with your favorite red nail polish from your local beauty supply and your head rested on the phone that was between your shoulder and ear - listening to your best friend, Pearline, on the other side of the phone.
She wanted you to go to a kickback with her; she was messing with Sammie aka Preacher Boy who lived around the block from you. She would gush about him saying that he was the sweetest man she'd ever been with - not to mention he had the best head - telling you stories about how good he would eat her out. You would spit out a: "Girl!" every time she would share a little too much, but you were happy for her - maybe a tad bit jealous too.
You didn't want Sammie - he was like a little brother to you; it was his older cousin that made your heart race. You and Stack had a thing in the past, the relationship was heavy, intense, and passionate. You genuinely thought that he could be the one, but out of the blue he left Mississippi - with his twin brother in tow - without uttering a word about it to you. And to makes matters worse the week that he up and ghosted you found out he was fucking another girl on the side.
Mary.
You were heart broken, blowing up his pager in hopes to get some sort of answers from him - but he ignored you like the plague. Which meant you two were done.
"Who all gone be there?" You asked Pearline, careful hands slowly painted your big toe with cherry nail polish.
"Everybody, that's why you should come - it'll be fun!" She replied, you could tell she was hiding something from you.
"Who is everybody?"
A pause lingered onto the conversation, which earned an eye roll from you.
Of course...He'd be there.
News spread like wild fire around the neighborhood about the twins coming back home; you couldn't avoid the whispers about them. You were cool with Smoke - even though he kept to himself and was hard to read, but you knew he was a genuine man that held good morals within his heart.
But Stack?
He was a trifling ass man who only looked out for himself - though you did admire his fierce loyalty he had for his brother and little cousin, Sammie. But you wished that his loyalty extended towards you.
"I'm not goin', sorry sis. You have fun, though." You said cutting through the tension between you and Pearline - which made her sigh in annoyance.
"You not even gonna see him, I doubt he'd be there."
"Isn't the party at Smoke's place? You think his twin brother ain't gonna be there? Please, Stack follows Smoke around like his damn shadow." You shot back in a matter of fact tone. She couldn't argue against you about it - you were right.
If you saw one twin, the other was close by.
"Please, please come with me! I know you're still raw about it--"
"You goddamn right I'm still raw. Pearline, he left me without giving me the courtesy of tellin' me and on top of that, after everything I did for his sorry ass, he went and fucked that bitch Mary!" You shouted, cutting your friend off in the middle of her sentence.
"Swear words." Your baby niece chimed in, ear hustling the conversation you had on the phone, she couldn't understand what you were talking about due to her age, but you gave her a light mean mug - not serious enough to hurt her feelings.
"You stay outta grown folks business, watch the show or Imma kick you out my room." You reprimanded which made the girl turn her attention back onto the cartoon. A chuckle hit your ear again, Pearline's light laughter made you playfully roll your eyes.
"Look, sis. I get it - I do. But I know you don't wanna be sittin' in that hot ass house sad all night. Come out with me! Enjoy some good food, music, 'allat stuff. Fuck him, don't let him ruin your mood," she then paused as and you could tell she was smiling from ear to ear. "And some fine ass men will be there - single. It's about time you broke that dry spell."
You thought about the words she said and you thought about the pros and cons of going to the party. The pros: free booze, free bud, good music, great food, seeing friends, and potentially getting flattered by some fine ass dudes.
Cons: Elias "Stack" Moore.
"If I come you better make sure you keep him away from me." You whispered out, closing the nail polish and placing it on your wooden end table, a high pitch static scream of excitement pierced your ear through the phone - a smile clinging to your face.
"Ah! Of course! I'll come over at three - I need you to fix my hair; this girl I went to fucked me up."
"I told you! You should've just waited for me to do it."
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If it was hot inside - it was scorching outside. Sweat already formed on your body as you and Pearline walked side by side towards Smoke's home - the sound of music blast through the speakers and the smell of barbeque floated within the air made your mouth slightly water. You were ready to dance and eat. Tucking your braids behind your ear, you Pearline towards the backyard were the party resided. Opening the chain linked gate - her eyes lit up as she saw Sammie walking towards her.
"Hey, baby," He said, planting a tender kiss on her lips, holding her close towards his body. His brown irises then landed on you, giving you a warm smile. "Whatssup?" Sammie greeted you and you gave him a quick hello.
"I didn't think you was coming." Sammie chuckled out as his arm wrapped around Pearline's shoulders, lovingly leaning his weight slightly on her smaller frame.
"I wasn't - but your lil' girlfriend forced me." You jested back, which made Pearline dramatically gasp, her hand playfully slapping the warm skin on your arm.
"Sounds like her, c'mon, it's hot out here, I know you ladies could use a cold drink." Sammie tilted his head back towards the crowd that danced in the large backyard, signaling for you to follow him. The thumping of music reverberated through your body as you followed behind the couple, passing the speakers and towards the multiple coolers, 'hellos' rolling off of your lips as you briefly greeted familiar faces you saw around the neighborhood. Pearline was right - everyone was here.
"Water, beer, soda, or juice?" Sammie asked.
"Water, please." Pearline spoke as she rubbed Sammie's back, her giddy smile never fading.
"Ugh, ya'll don't got liquor?" You asked, trying your best to mask your slightly annoyed face - but Sammie could tell you weren't feeling the options he gave. With a chuckle, handing Pearline a water bottle he spoke: "We don't, technically. It's bring your own booze - but since we know you; ask Smoke, he got some stashed away, only for family."
"And I'm guessing that's the same for bud, too?" You asked with crossed arms, and Sammie nodded.
"Yea', but you're a girl, I doubt you have trouble findin' somebody who let you face a blunt or two." Sammie shrugged, which earned a jab to the side from Pearline, he quickly reassured he was only kidding.
But you knew there was some truth to within his joke. You're a pretty girl - and most of these men at the party were thirsty just to be in your presence.
"Well I ain't gonna hover over ya'll all night, I'm gonna find Smoke - I need a shot," you said but before you left you took one last gaze at Pearline, her brown eyes gazing back at you knowingly. "Make sure he don't come nowhere near me - let me know if you see him..."
"Mhm, don't worry about it." She replied.
Pushing through the crowd your eyes scanned multiple faces, trying to find the older twin within all the commotion. Couples grind against each other, oldheads getting drunk off of beers, and multiple friend groups huddled up. Some playing cards while others shared neighborhood gossip. The backyard was packed and you were thankful that there were trees around, creating multiple shady spots to cool off when needed. Noticing a familiar face leaning against a tree you slyly walked over towards him, a soft smile clinging onto your plump lips.
"Ah! If it isn't lil' big brother!" You shouted slightly over the blaring music, making Smoke snap his head towards you. Chewing on a toothpick that rested in his mouth he dipped his head towards you in respect. Smoke looked so different than the last time you saw him, he was taller and he had a stronger built. Smoke was never a scrawny man - but you could tell that he's been in the gym as his thick biceps flex with each movements of his arms.
"Whatssup," Smoke said as a sliver of a smile danced on his lips. He gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder slightly before letting go of you. "How you been?"
"Been better, hangin' in there, you know how it is. But whatssup with you? The big city got too small for ya'll?" You asked, you were nosy and you were unsuccessfully dry begging some information on Stack - and it seemed like Smoke could tell your intentions. Yes, you didn't want to be around Stack - and yes, you despise that man. But you also still have some love for him, even if it pained you to admit that. He held you down through some of your darkest hours; during those days were you didn't have the strength to get out of bed. Sticking to guy code and loyalty to his little brother, Smoke wouldn't spill anything to you and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Somethin' like that." He muttered as his brown eyes flicked towards the crowd quickly, making sure that people wouldn't get too rowdy in his backyard.
"Mhm, still tightlipped as ever," you sighed, resting your hands on your hips. "Sammie told me to talk to you about getting some liquor - ya'll got tequila?"
"Light or dark?"
"Dark - you already know I don't drink that light shit." You answered. Smoke tilted his head towards his home, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth as he muttered - he didn't want the party patrons getting the idea of raiding his liquor cabinet. Or worse; pestering him to spare a bottle or two.
"Inside, pass the kitchen, turn on your left. Should see a cabinet with what you lookin for." Smoke quickly replied, his deep southern accent cutting through the loud bass of the music playing.
"Thanks, Smoke."
"Don't let nobody know where you got it from and keep them outta my house. Bad enough these folks trashin' my backyard."
You gave Smoke a wide and toothy smile - some of your teeth were covered in gold caps, they weren't permanents like Smoke's or Stack's - but you would always wear them when 'special' occasions happened. And besides Stack gifted them to you on your birthday; one of the gems that adorned your gold teeth was your birthstone.
Weaving through the dancing crowd your shoulders brushing against distant relatives and strangers you would see around the neighborhood. The sweet barbeque smoke curled into the thick summer air - the smell of cooked meat, spices, and vegetables cutting through the scent of sweat, weed smoke, and spilled beer. Passing through a group that huddled around a small folding table the sound of glass bottles clinking against each other and cheers made you smile.
Today was a good day, you loved being around such good vibrations.
Stepping up onto the cracked slab of the concrete patio, your hands yanked open the sticky glass sliding door that separated the backyard chaos and the calm empty house. The air inside of the home was cooler - quieter, and the shadows from the sun setting crept across the wooden floors. With a grunt you slide the door closed and the muffling bass of the music was still heard through the thick walls. Smoke's home smelled like strong incense, lemon scented cleaner, sage, and fresh linen.
Annie had definitely been here prior.
Moving with purpose now, the sound of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor revibrated through you and your eyes scanned for the liquor cabinet - following the directions Smoke gave you. Turning the corner your irises were met with a large brown cabinet that was filled to the brim with all sorts of spirits and drinks. Making a brisk track towards it your hand ghosted over the handle, pulling open the glass door and reaching in to grab the bottle of tequila. Reposado - your favorite.
The bottle was full and the glass was slightly cold under your warm hands, with a sigh of victory you turned on your heel to make your way back outside. But then you paused. Standing in the small hallway of the home your eyes lingered on the golden sunrays that pooled onto the floor, the front door of the home was open, only the thin mesh of the screen door was holding back the bugs and summer air from entering. You knew Smoke wouldn't be the type to just let his front door wide open - even if him and half of the men in this party weren't lacking any 'peacekeepers', you're sure it would bother him if someone he didn't know would stumble into his home causing trouble.
Walking towards the open door in an attempt to close it shut, your legs turned into jelly and your heart raced as if you just got done running a marathon. Across the small stretch of dead grass on the front lawn and cracked pavement on the side walk, your irises lingered onto him.
Stack.
He sat lazily in the diver seat of the light brown lowrider, it's rims obnoxiously gaudy, they were gold and it seemed like wheels could barely fit the body of the car. The engine was off but he sat with the car door wide open, surrounded by some guys you met in passing through the neighborhood - his friends. Laughing too loud their words exchanged between each other were sharp and quick witted, yet long and casual like summer itself.
Stack was shining in gold like always, but now you've noticed he adorned more accessories than the last time you saw him. Multiple golden chains rested around his neck, gold glistening from the sunlight as he adjusted his watch that wrapped around his wrist, and the bright red color gem stones shined within the rings that he wore.
Smoke wore some jewelry too. Three chains - one of them was a Jesus piece - a watch and golden teeth just on the side of his mouth. His jewelry wasn't extravagant but anyone with a good eye could tell it was expensive. But Stack? He looked as if he was a pharaoh - the he himself was made out of gold.
A red tee balled up in Stack's lap, revealing his strong biceps and arms, the white tank top clung onto his skin and the soft cotton only accentuated his muscles even more. You remember those long winter nights of running your hands over his hard chest, feeling each and ever dip and valley of the muscles on his body. How your lips would kiss his abs, trailing down lower and lower...
He looked good.
All you could do was just watch and stare, the tequila bottle hanging loosely in your hands, dangerously close to dropping the glass bottle. Your reservations about seeing him melted away, you wanted to open the door and call out his name - to see if he still felt the same way about you. But then the memories of him ghosting you, ignoring any and all attempts of you reaching out to him; and the fact that he had another girl on the side made the butterflies in your stomach turn sickening.
With a bitter chuckle to yourself, you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the party.
This night will interesting to say the least.
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A few hours passed and the sky melted into a deep burnt orange color as the sun dipped behind the multiple rooftops, disappearing from the sky in due time. The orange and scorching glow washed over the multiple brown bodies that danced on the makeshift dancefloor, red plastic cups and sweat-slicked skin shined brightly within the summer afternoon.
The party didn't slow though - it only grew louder, brighter, more alive as more people showed up. You were feeling good - no, you were feeling great. The multiple shots of tequila you shared with Pearline pushed away all the negative emotions you felt hours prior, not to mention the sun that nipped at your skin made you a little bit sun-drunk. The burn of the liquor grounded you - and you were laughing again - joking with Pearline as you both swatting away dudes who couldn't get the hint that ya'll weren't interested.
You told Pearline that you saw Stack earlier and she asked if you wanted to leave - she reassured that she'd leave with you without complaints - but you told her it was fine, as long as Stack kept his distance you'd gladly stay.
"He's not gonna mess with you, sis. I got you" Pearline whispered in your ear with a supportive smile dancing on her lips. You nodded your head as you reached for the juice - using it as a chaser to kill the bite from the tequila shots. Both of you sat side by side on cheap plastic chairs, your knees touching against hers. Sammie who was once standing besides Pearline now stood in front of the patio, he was DJing now and your eyes would flick between Pearline and Sammie as she shouted cheers.
They were cute together, like lovesick school kids.
Sammie was in the zone, his head nodding with the thunderous beat and skillful fingers glide across the board, and the bass from the chopped and screwed beat rippled through the joyous crowd. Your smile widen now, showing of the golden grills that adorn your teeth, and your body relaxed into the rhythm and for a moment you almost forgot about Stack.
Almost.
Your eyes noticed the backdoor sliding open and there he was in all of his glory.
Stack.
He was wearing that same balled up red Nike shirt from earlier, shielding the white cotton tank, but you could see the soft fabric peaking through the collar and under the chains around his neck. He moved with purpose as he stepped down the concrete slab; making his way towards the party. That same easy going smile that you use to worship danced across his handsome face, gold teeth catching the light of the ember sunset. He dapped up Sammie, whispering something in the younger cousin's ear, which made him shake his head with a small laughter escaping his lips. And his focus was placed on the DJ board again.
Stack dapped up the people who were brave enough to say hello, he was like a magnet that pulled people's attention towards him without even trying. And even though the sun heat rays beat down on you - an oppressive chill ran cold through your body as he went deeper into the party - towards you.
The tequila and juice twisted within your stomach and your breathing became rapid - you weren't the type of get sick off of liquor - you can handle your drink. But seeing Stack, the heat, and the unfortunate decision of taking a few shots without eating first made you dizzy. Pearline noticed your once mellow mood turning sour and without a word she placed a calming touch on your thigh. Your eyes met with hers briefly and she whispered affirmations in your ear - telling you to take a deep breath and that you both could leave now.
You told her it was okay between long breathes, but your jaw was clenched tight and your hands gripped onto the plastic arm rest of the chair, your leg bouncing with rapid successions. Her hand didn't leave your skin as she handed you a cold bottle of water - and you chugged the bottle as if you've haven't drank anything in days.
Brown familiar irises flicked towards you and your eyes widen like saucers, as if you saw a ghost. Stack noticed you; of course he did. He could pick you out any crowd like it was nothing - like it was second nature to him. His smile curled up in a mischievous grin, but that smile wasn't full of an apology nor regret of hurting you so bad - but instead his golden grin was laced with nothing but cockiness that use to send butterflies to your core, making your heart race with desire and need.
It still did.
With a tilt of his head, Stack signaled you to come over to him, as if nothing problematic happened between the two of you - as if he never left you high and dry. You didn't move, you barely even flinched and you broke eye contact with him, your gaze lingering on the card game that was happening behind you. Slim was chattering away about how folks just don't know how to play the game. The biting warmth of the tequila was now replaced with a cold sting in your heart, you hope that Stack would cut his losses and leave you alone.
But that wasn't him, he never gave up.
Leaning off of the wooden fence he casual shuffled through the dancing crowd, people stepped out of his way without him even uttering a single word while his eyes were still trained on you. He reached you and Pearline within seconds.
She stood up from the chair, her hands resting on her hips as she spoke: "Uh, uh. Not tonight, boy."
But Stack was barely moved by her warning as his smirk only grew. Raising his hands up in a playful display of innocence his dark eyes flicked between you and Pearline who shielded you from his sultry gaze.
"Relax," Stack casually said as he placed his hands to sides, his head lulling back to see your expressions at hearing his voice. "I ain't here to start no drama. This a party, I just wanted to know if ya'll enjoyin' it, that's all."
But he was only met with silence from you and Pearline. You were still sitting in the plastic chair, your arms crossed over your chest as Stack's intense gaze never left your body. You wore a baby blue color tube top with dark acid washed shorts that stopped just above the curve of your ass, and your white Nike cortez with blue accents kicked at the small patch of dirt.
Your eyes refuse to even look at him.
"Damn, baby. You still mad at me?" Stack chuckled out with a knowing glint in his eyes - he was loving the tension between the two of you, even as toxic as it sounded - he liked when you were pissed off, it made him feel wanted and desired. It also didn't hurt that the make up sex would be more tender the angrier he made you.
You replied with a short irritated grunt and leered at him, giving off the vibe of 'don't test me', and your body stayed stock still in the chair. A small laugh escaped Stack's plump lips, he knew he was getting under your skin - and he soaked up each and every annoyed sigh you sent his way.
Stack's intense gaze pulled away from you and landed on Slim who slammed down a playing card on the plastic table. The older man was complaining about the new age music that was popular today.
"Slim, whatssup with you, unc?" Stack called out, which made Slim's face lit up. They both dapped each other up as the older man reclaimed his seat.
"Nothin' much, just tellin' these cats about some real music. None of that 'bitches and hoes' nonsense ya'll be listing to," Slim then took a sip from his flask, his face twisting at the bitter taste of liquor hitting his lips. "What happen to lovin' a woman, cherishin' her - takin' her out and bein' tender on her. Nowadays I wonder if ya'll actually love these queens."
"Look man; I ain't got love for these hoes, the only thing I love is pussy and money - ain't nobody tryna hear all that mushy shit tonight." Stack laughed, which earn a roar of chuckles from the men that were playing cards with Slim - some of them even dapped up Stack at his statement. Slim shook his head and waved his hand towards Stack, as if shooing him away.
But his harsh words stung at your heart and the burning sensations of tears nipped at your eyes, Pearline noticed this but before she could comfort you - you pushed yourself out of the chair, the legs of it scrapped against the concrete, silencing the laughter between the men. You raced towards the crowd as you made your way to Smoke's house. Multiple eyes followed you pushing through the dancefloor. Pearline glared at Stack and something within the man tinged with remorse.
He finally realized that you were hurt and that this wasn't a game anymore.
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The house was empty and the tequila in your veins burned with heartbreak and rage. Your legs rushed down the hallway and with hasty movements you flung open the bathroom door, slamming it loudly behind you. Cold tile met the burning skin of your back as your hands shielded your face, your breath hitching within your throat until it finally snapped like a rubber band.
Tears spilled freely from your eyes, slipping pass the cracks between your fingers as your body shook with each wail. With trembling lips your mind raced. You thought that you could handle it, that seeing him wouldn't wound you. But hearing Stack talk as if nothing mattered, as if he wasn't even affected by your presence made you feel hollow inside. He didn't just leave - he thrown you away. And that shit cuts deep, it felt like a knife hit your gut from his casual actions towards you.
A knock cut through your cries as your head throb with an ache, inhaling the sharp cold bathroom air your fingers wiped away the smeared makeup on your face due to the tears.
"Yea', you can come in." You whispered out, you assumed that Pearline was on the other side of the door - it made sense because only close friends of the twins were allowed to enter the vacant house. The sound of the door creaking open sent a wave of embarrassment through you.
But it wasn't Pearline your eyes were meet with.
It was Stack.
Stepping inside of the small bathroom he quietly closed the door behind him. His expression was different from the charming smile he wore prior to making you cry, all the jokes and cocky aura melted away like ice under the heat of the Mississippi sun. Guilt tugged Stack's face as he looked over your tear stained cheeks, your mascara running and your cherry red lipgloss slightly smeared from your hands pressing closely to your face.
"I-I didn't know you were cryin'." Stack muttered softly, his body leaning on the door and his brown eyes refusing to leave your shaking form. You didn't reply to him and you bit your lip, the gold teeth in your mouth slightly jabbing against the plump skin on your bottom lip. Glaring at Stack through glossy eyes you shook your head - you were growing tired of his antics.
"Hey, I didn't come in here to hurt you I just--"
"But you did hurt me, Stack! You did!" You shouted, cutting him off from his rambling. Your arms were crossed around yourself in an attempt to self soothe the anxiety that was threatening to spill over. Silence fell over the two of you and his eyes soften at your words.
"You left me like I wasn't shit. No goodbyes, not even a fuckin' breakup call! A-And then I find out you cheated on me with some bitch who lives in the suburbs," you shook your head as a pained smile danced across your lips, and with teary eyes you continued. "And now you show up and act like nothin' happened between us - you're such a joke, Stack."
Stack looked down as his hands rested in the pockets of his pants, guilt crashing into him like waves in a tsunami. He felt like shit hearing those words escape from your mouth - but those words were the truth - the bitter truth. He wasn't a good boyfriend to you; yes he took care of you, he praised you, and he adored you - but good to you? That wasn't the case. He treated you like a random fling even though the feelings he felt about you were so much more intense.
"I'm a coward," Stack mumbled. "I-I just didn't know how to be with you and still become the man I wanted to be."
"Oh, boo-hoo! You ain't even try!" You snapped as your voice cracked with each word you cried out, you hated how hurt you sounded and how raw you felt. Stack didn't flinch at your words and with a roll of his shoulders he spoke again, his southern accent curling around your ears like music.
"I was scared, I thought if I left without tellin', you'd realize that I'm no good - that you'll move on to someone better," he stepped closer towards you and the feeling of his shirt lightly grazing the exposed skin of your crossed arms. "But when I came back in town; I asked about you, and I was happy to know that you were still here - that maybe I could start over and fix this shit."
The air between you two were thicker now, more intense, and you couldn't take your eyes off of Stack.
You didn't want to.
"I never stopped thinkin' about you," he whispered low. "Even when I tried to, you were always on my mind when I left, I damn near felt lost without you."
"Then why you actin' like I never meant anything to you?"
Stack's lips twitched and his expression looked like he was scanning his scattered thoughts, as if trying to find the right words to say. His large and calloused hand reached out slowly, hovering over your arms, unsure if he could touch you without you swatting his hand away.
"Because if I admit to myself just how much you mean to me; then I woulda had to realize that I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me too..."
A tight lump formed in your throat at his words, you wanted to scream in his face, to push him out the bathroom and tell him to leave you alone - forever.
But you didn't.
You just stared at him as your chest heaved with shallow breaths. You hated him, you loved him, you missed him, and you never wanted to see him again. Your hands moved as if they had a mind of their own and you rested them on his broad shoulders, the feeling of the soft fabric under your fingers sent shockwaves and aching desire towards your core. Stack was the man that ruined you - but he was also the same one who built you up when no one would have.
Stack shuttered out a sigh of relief under your touch, as if feeling your hand press against his tense muscles was all he needed. His strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling your frame towards his, and his forehead rested on your bare shoulder. The party that was just outside of the door was muffled by the heavy breathing that escaped both of your lungs.
Leaving his head from the crook of your neck - both of your eyes clashed with each other - neither one of you breaking the intense gaze. And with a passing second your lips met his, the kiss was soft as if your bodies were trying to get reacquainted with each other, and his strong hands raced over your backside - clinging onto you as if you'd disappear from his touch.
The once soft kiss grew deeper - more hungry. And your fingers interlocked behind his head, the cold feeling of the multiple chains he wore grazed your knuckles. Tears still clung onto your long lashes as Stack cupped your face in his hand, both of your tongues fighting and dancing against each other. The taste of weed and alcohol filled your mouth as his bit your lip, begging you if he could go further pass just kissing.
You knew that you shouldn't do this; he hadn't earn to touch you like this again, he hadn't fix the broken heart that he shattered brutally, and he hadn't changed enough to re-enter your life as if he never left. But your heart, so tender and pure, still remembered those nights were he held you close. Making love to you and touching you places where only he knew that made you shiver in ecstasy.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you, Stack."
"I know, baby. But lemme show you how much I missed you."
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You and Stack slipped through the dark and quiet home like ghosts, his strong hands held your waist flush against his body as he guided you through the dark hallways of his older brother's house. The wooden floorboards creaked and groan beneath your feet with each step you both took. Stack's lips brushed the soft skin of your shoulder, placing tender kisses up your neck - just stopping below your ear.
You could feel his growing bulge pressing against your ass as his steady and firm hands grasp at your waist, a shiver of delight rushed through your body as memories of him fucking you made the ache between your thighs grow in anticipation. You grinded your self onto Stack which only made him quicken the pace through the house.
Your pulsed quicken under his open mouth and you could feel him smiling against your skin, cutting through the neat living room, you and Stack reached the guest bedroom. With careful hands he slowly turned the knob and his head lulling back to make sure no one saw the two of you sneaking inside of the bedroom. When the coast was clear - you both shuffled into the room. His arm still wrapped around your waist and quiet click was heard, he locked the door making sure no one would interrupt the two of you.
The once burnt orange of the evening sunset had faded away; now the blue shadows of nighttime crept into the dark room, the silver moonlight pooling across the empty bed and you turned on your heel, crashing your lips against his and his hands squeezing your ass. You gasp at the feeling of his ring slightly scraping against the skin of your ass, which made him deepen the kiss again. Your hands tightly gripped his shirt within your fist, pulling him closer until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.
Stack adjusted his body weight as he hovered over you, making sure that he wouldn't crush you underneath him, and the sound of his jewelry clinking against each other made your head spin. You bit his lip as he pulled away from the kiss, which earned a low hiss from him. You smiled lazily as his knowing hands traced over the hem of your shorts, his fingers tracing small shapes over the denim pockets until they landed on the button.
You began to kick your shoes off as Stack unbutton your shorts, your lip tugged between your teeth as you watched his movements. The sound of the zipper becoming undone made a wave of arousal clung at your already soaking pussy and your hips slightly bucked forward as Stack slowly pulled your shorts off, leaning on your forearms you raised your hips - helping him slip off the denim on your body.
All you wore now was your tube top, cotton panties with a small bow at the waistband, and white cotton socks. He reached for your shirt but you swatted his hands away from the thin fabric.
"If I take a piece of clothing off it's only fair that you do too." You whispered, showing off the golden grills that Stack gifted you years ago. Seeing your already beautiful smile made his heart flutter - but the sight of you with golden capped teeth made his already stiffening member grow even harder - the man was straining against his pants.
With nimble fingers Stack pulled off his shirt along with the tight beater that clung onto his hard muscles, he was shirtless now and his multiple chains glistened under the moonlight - the diamonds danced against his brown skin and it looked as if he himself was glowing. Laying on his back you straddled him and your hands steered his towards your top, his chestnut colored irises lit up when he felt your breast through your shirt.
"When you get your titties pierced?" He asked as he pinched the sensitive buds on your chest, making you grind your soaking core against his jeans, you could feel his dick twitch within his pants as you continue to rock your hips.
"A couple of weeks after you left; I wanted somethin' different."
"Fuck, baby. Lemme see 'em." Stack requested as both of your hands slipped off the blue top over your head. A small giggle escaped your lips at the sight of his face; his mouth went slack and his eyes were glued to your half nude body. His calloused hands raced across your skin and the sound of him kicking off his sneakers made you look back and with strong arms he pulled himself towards the headboard of the bed with you still sitting on his lap.
Once situated his hands cupped your breast and his thumbs slowly rolled over the pierced buds, slightly pressing down on the silver jewelry that adorn your chest, a shiver ran up your spine as you moaned out his name. You nipples were already sensitive, but after getting them pierced that sensitivity doubled, and you were practically shaking within Stack's arms.
With one hand he pinched your nipple, the sharp yet pleasurable sensation zapped through your body and straight to your aching pussy, his free hand held onto your hip as he lowered his head and latched his mouth onto your breast. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked your nipple, his teeth slightly pulling at the jewelry. Your nails dug into his strong shoulders as you threw your head back, encouraging words fell from your lips as you begged him to keep going and how good you were already feeling.
Stack hummed against your chest and your hand lovely stroked his hair carefully as to not mess up his waves. His tongue swirled your nipple as he helped you grind yourself on his hard dick, he still had his pants on as his hips bucked into you. With a wet pop, he release your breast from his mouth, biting his lip when your eyes connected again.
"You're too damn sexy, baby. I need to taste her. It's been too long and I know she misses me..." Stack whispered against your chest. He would always refer to your pussy as 'she' or 'her' when he got in this mood.
And you loved it.
"Feel how much she missed you, baby." You said into his open mouth as your hand guided his towards your wet sex, you still wore your panties but that didn't stop Stack from rubbing small circles on your clothed clit while his ring finger pressed against your entrance through the thin fabric. You humped against his hand which made a chuckle fall from his hips, his eyes trained on the movements of your hips against hand.
"Take these off, they gettin' in the way." He stated, which you gladly did, listening to his demand without a second thought. Leaning on his back against the soft blanket of the bed your breast pressed firmly onto his hard and well trained muscles on his chest. Your hips rising off of his body as you slide your panties off, kicking the soaked fabric off of your legs.
With a quick peck on the lips, Stack guided you to climb higher, your exposed pussy now in view as your hands rested on the headboard. Stack rested his head on the many pillows within the bed and his warm breath against your thigh made you tremble in anticipation. Lowering your hips with his hands, you were now sitting on his face, and his tongue flatten against your clit. Rolling your hips you began to ride his face, his tongue lazily yet full of expertise swiped across your aching entrance.
The tip of his tongue circled your clit and the rough feeling of his grills rubbing against the sensitive bud as he raced his tongue across your sex made you shiver. Stack's strong hands held onto your hips as he guided them against the movements of his tongue, with a vice grip you held onto the wooden headboard, and your eyes gazed down at the man. His brown eyes looked up at you, soaking up all of the curves on your body and the sweet taste of your pussy that danced on his tongue made him roll his eyes back in pleasure.
"Ugh, fuck!" You groaned out as your hips bucked against his face. Stack's lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud and the overbearing sensation made you lean forward; resting your cheek on the headboard. You chanted out Stack's name - his actual name - as if it was a holy hymn. Hearing his name roll sweetly off of your tongue made Stack's head spin, and with strong arms he held onto your waist, leaning himself over.
You let out a small yelp in surprise as your once steady grip on the headboard disappeared - now replaced with soft bedsheets. Your body weight rested on your shoulders and your legs were up in the air, Stack's arms were wrapped around your torso, pulling you close to his muscular chest. Working over your core Stack slowly slipped his middle finger inside you and the feeling of his rings grazing your clit earned a giggle of pleasure from you.
With precise movements Stack moved his hand, pressing his finger in and out of your pussy as his lips kissed your inner thigh, and the feeling of his mustache tickled at your skin. Your hands rested on the bedsheets, gripping the fabric within your fist. Stack added another finger in, the wet sounds of your pussy echoed through the room, and the slick sounds only made him speed up his movements.
Stack's fingers were now fully inside of you, his ring and middle finger filling you up as they skillfully worked over your core. High pitched moans fell from your lips as your feet fluttered from the pleasure, and the familiar intense feeling swarmed towards your core. Stack pulled his mouth away from your pussy as his fingers began fucking into you. He whispered promises to you that you know he'd never keep, but in this moment you believed every word he spoke - lapping up those lies as if they were dipped in honey.
Within an instant a wave of euphoria crashed into you and a loud cry of pleasure escaped your lungs. Your body trembled within his vice grip, trying it's best to regulate itself from experiencing coming so hard on his thick fingers.
"Mhm, just like that, baby." Stack praised with a cocky smile plastered on his handsome face, his fingers continued to thrust into your sensitive core, which earned a cry from overstimulation from you. Your hands clung onto his forearms in an attempt to slow the pace of his fingers, taking the hint he slowly pulled them out of you, and with a playful slap against your pussy - he released you from his tight grasp - your body laying limp on the bed as he stood up.
Catching your breath your eyes danced over Stack's toned body, his hands unbuckling his belt, slipping off his jeans and boxers in one swift movement freeing himself. Stack was big, and each time he would fuck you after a fight, you'd walk with a limp the next day. His thick and heavy member twitched with anticipation of fucking you again after all these years. Stack's mind would wonder towards your body when he would touch himself or decided to fuck some random woman he would entertain during those grueling years in Chicago.
But his hands weren't yours and those women weren't you.
Pumping himself with his hand Stack flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling you close to him so your lower half dangled off the edge of the bed. You looked over your shoulder as you watched Stack's face twist with pleasure as he slowly entered you.
"Fuck..." He groaned out as his hands held onto your hips. The feeling of your pussy squeezing around him almost made him come right then and there, he was convinced that you both were made for each other - you were the only woman who could have that kind of effect on his body by just entering. Pushing himself all the way in, he paused his hips, savoring the feeling of you, and also helping you adjust yourself to him. You were so tight and so wet, he could stay in your pussy for hours if you let him.
"C'mon, Elias..." You begged as you began rocking your hips, urging the man to fuck you, which he gladly did. High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each thrust he made and the arch in your back became to much to support by yourself, his strong arms pushed you flush against the bed while holding your waist to keep your back arched against his powerful thrust of his hips. Your legs turned into jelly as they shook underneath you and your feet barely touched the ground - you were practically standing on the tips of your toes.
"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me!" You begged out between moans, Stack was rendered to only grunts and groans, but that didn't stop him from replying to you - in his own way of course. With a swift smack he landed a sharp slap against the plush skin of your ass, making you hiss out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking into you, smacking your ass, and holding your waist in a vice grip.
You sure you'll have bruises later.
Leaning upwards you turned your head with your mouth open, signaling to him that you wanted a kiss. Stack's needy lips crashed into yours as your tongue danced across his, you could taste how sweet you truly were on his lips and mustache. Your golden grills bumped into his in the passionate make-out session and his heavy body was leaning flush against your sweaty back. His chest heaved shallow breaths as his hips sporadically bucked into you - feeling his hard cock inside of you twitch you knew he was close.
And so you were.
Pulling away from the sloppy kiss, the string of saliva that connected between both of your bottom lips snapped, and Stack rested his head onto your shoulder. The same familiar feeling of overbearing pleasure that needed to be alleviated came back within your abdomen, and with a loud cry you came on Stack's dick. Your eyes rolled back as your fist gripped the bedsheets below you.
"Damn, baby. W-Where you want it?"
"Inside me, baby."
And without missing a beat Stack came too, a guttural groan reverberated through his body and crashed into you. The feeling of his hard jewelry pressing into your back grounded you as you catch your breathe, and the warm feeling of his come filling you up made you smile in relief. You both paused your movements and Stack was still inside of you, rolling his shoulders he slowly pulled out of you - which made you groan from the sensation. You rested your sore body onto the bed and your cheek rested on a soft pillow. Stack smiled as he playfully patted your ass.
"Good shit, baby." He smiled which made you roll your eyes, turning your head to look away from him, trying your best to kind the lopsided smile that clung onto your lips.
"You're so annoy--" but before you could finish your statement a sharp knock was heard on the door, the handle violently jiggling between each knock.
"Stack? I know ya'll ain't in there doin' what I think ya'll doin'!" The voice of Smoke shouted behind the lock door. Stack spat out a 'shit' and quickly sat up from the bed, putting on his boxers as he wiped his face with the back of his hand that was covered in your juices. You sat up and your eyes widen in alarm as you reached for your clothes, but Stacked waved at you to stop your movements.
Unlocking the door Stack's body stood in front of the small crack, hiding your naked form. Hushed whispers were shared between the twins and you assumed that Stack was getting cursed out by his older brother and with a sharp: "Clean that fuckin' room before ya'll leave." Smoke slipped away from the door, which made Stack shout back in his usual playful tone.
"I was already gon' do that!" And he closed the door behind him, sucking his teeth as he threw himself onto the bed next to you, making you bounce a bit from his added weight on the mattress. Brown eyes stared into each other as silence now fell over the two of you. Leaning in to close the space between each other Stack ran his fingers through your hair, tucking the braid behind your ear, and the sound of his chains clinking against each other made you ease under his touch.
"I'm so tender on you, girl...I promise I'll do right by you; just give me another chance." Stack whispered, his eyes training on your features as you bit your lip. You were terrified of being hurt by him again, but you were also scared living the rest of your days without feeling his touch too. Reaching for his shoulder you pulled him closer towards you - your lips ghosting over his and you finally gave him your answer.
thinking about how stack is so mean in bed :c .. how he just manhandles you so easily as if you’re made out of feathers, flipping you over on to your back and folding you into a mating press…
“oh look at you” he say it mockingly, you look absolutely wrecked, soft curls tossed, dark redish and purple bruises decorate your skin, drool smeared all over your mouth nd chin.. yet stack still thinks you look beautiful.
his cock bullies his way inside of you, you’re gripping on too his shoulders for dear life as if you could float away, tears staining your face, from the pure bliss. you start blabbing out incoherent thoughts but stack understand you better than yourself.
you’re to far gone and he just put his cock in you, it’s embarrassing to say the least. stack is a man that is there to give and you are there to take but something about this is different. he is taking everything from you and you are letting him.
he sits up on his knees, your legs now laying across his thighs, he leans down and kisses you. it’s sloppy and wet. his tongue slips into yours and your panting like a dog in heat, your hand on the back of his neck pulling him in to get even closer. he pulls away with a string of saliva following.
“such a nasty little thing. who taught you these things, huh?” he’s taunting you like he doesn’t know the answer, the first time you two had sex was your first time and he turned you out to say the least.
you say nothing, pushing your hips up for friction, a soft plead leaves your lips, he chuckles and pushes your hips down, “lets play a little game, called find the button.” his voice is sickening sweet yet he is doing things that shouldn’t sound remotely close to sweet. he watches as he slides into you, he can see you coat his length, he laughs to himself.
you try pushing at his stomach for him to let up but your weak temps barely break his focus. once he is fully inside of you, he slowly starts thrusting inside of you. you can feel him in your stomach, heart and soul. you try closing your legs but his grip is tight and wont allow you the mercy.
“no, its okay. you can take it, its all yours” he says it breathless. your squeezing around him so tightly that it makes him dizzy, his hand comes down to your stomach and presses down. you cry out, gripping the sheets “i cant i cant!” he just laughs, “i think i found it baby”
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Summary: Smoke was definitely gonna kick you and Stack’s ass for taking his car without permission.
Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore x Black fem!reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, car sex, dirty talk, praise, spanking, semi-public sex, interrupted sex
Word count: 1.4k
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The evening sky was still pink when you spotted that familiar Ford creeping up the road. Smoke took immense pride in this car, polishing it into a mirror every Sunday.
Only when the vehicle stopped in front of you did you realize it wasn't Smoke behind the wheel. It was his brother, your man, grinning like sin in the daylight.
"Elias Moore," you admonished, hands on your hips, "I know damn well you ain't take your brother's car."
"Borrowed," he corrected, already leaning over the door. "That nigga won't miss it 'til tomorrow."
"He'll miss it when he sees the mud tacked on them tires."
"Then I'll wash it twice. C'mon, baby, you ridin' or not?"
You shook your head, but against your better judgement, you still climbed in. The seat was hot from the scalding Mississippi sun rays, the smell of oil and tobacco heavy in the small space.
"Where we goin', Stack?"
"Nowhere special," he said, shifting gears. "Just thought the night felt too good to spend front-porch sittin'."
The Ford bounced down the dirt track, fireflies blinking in the ditches. Stack was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time to the blues from the nearby juke joint. Every time the headlights bounced, the brown in his eyes danced.
"I missed you," he said.
"You did, did you?" You couldn't help smiling, turning your body toward him.
He nodded. His eyes stayed on the road, but his hand moved to rest on your knee.
"You know Smoke ‘gon kill you if he go outside and find his car gone,” you said.
"Then we best make it worth the trouble," he said deliberately, firmly.
That line hung thick in the air between you. You turned to the side and pretended to be looking at the trees, but you felt his eyes shift from the road to your profile.
"What are you thinking about over there?"
"I'm trying to decide whether to jump out before we are both in trouble!"
“Too late for that,” he replied with a chuckle, easing the car into a hidden gravel path that led down to the river.
The engine idled quietly, a low, throaty sound in the dark. He cut the lights and the world was black except for the light of his cigarette tip.
"Stack," you warned, half-laughing, half-serious. "We can't be long. You have to get this car back before Smoke notices."
"Then we'll be quick. Real quick," he said, leaning in.
The words hung in the air along with the legato hum of the motor. The smell of river water and gasoline, something wild and inevitable, crawled between the two of you. He’d brought you here twice before. The first time on a date to watch the sunrise. The second time to make out like horny teenagers. A few blocks down from the juke, tucked away behind gigantic trees, the river a few feet away singing softly.
He reached over, brushing back a wayward curl from your cheek. The entire world froze, the cicadas, the crickets, even the Ford seemed to hold its breath.
You placed your knees in the seat and leaned over, unbuckling his belt and freeing his dick from his trousers; he was half hard, thick and warm.
You gripped him firmly, pumping him slowly. It didn’t take long for him to grow in your hand.
You pressed your lips against his in a kiss. He cupped the side of your face as he deepened the kiss, moaning as you stroked him faster.
“Tell me again how much you missed me.” you whispered against his lips.
“I missed you so much this week, but especially today.”
“I missed you too,” you admitted. You pecked his lips once more before leaning down. “Let me show you how much.”
You wrapped your lips around the tip. It was warm and velvety against your tongue. You reveled in the soft feel of Stack's dick running over your tongue and taste as you took him as far in as you could, breathing through your nose. He hissed lowly as the wetness and heat of your mouth swallowed him whole.
You glanced up at him through your eyelashes. The light from the moon exposed the heated stare he gave you. It was enough to make you feel lightheaded. The gold on his teeth flashed at you as he bit into his bottom lip. The sight had you dripping for him.
You licked a wet stripe up and down the length of his shaft before rising up to close your lips around the crown, stroking the rest of his rod swiftly.
“Goddamn, Y/N,” he grunted softly. “You, uh—shit—must’ve really missed a nigga, huh?”
He moaned your name again in between grumbles of filthy nonsense, stretching out his legs as he cupped the back of your head. You swirled your tongue around, drawing out a deep groan from him as you flattened your tongue down the underside of his tip. He lifted his hips, thrusting up as he held your head in place.
“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” he praised. “The moon doin’ you justice right now, baby.”
You moaned at the compliments as he fucked up into your mouth, his free hand yanking your skirt up before bringing his palm down hard over your ass. You jerked in surprise, moaning around him as he brought his hand down again, harder this time. Your hand braced on his knee while the other fondled his balls. Tears pricked your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down as much as you could, gagging briefly as the tip of his dick slipped down the back of your throat.
"Fuuuck, Y/N," he cried out, stopping his movements as he squeezed your shoulder, "St—stop before I cum."
You didn't stop, though. Your head continued to bob up and down, spit dribbling out of the corners of your mouth and down his shaft.
He warned you again, inhaling sharply. "I said stop—"
"Shut up and cum down my throat." Your command came out muffled, but his grip on the base of your neck confirmed he heard you.
“Don’t stop, baby,” he grunted, thrusting up into the wet heat of your mouth as he chased his release.
Stack was no more than ten seconds away from coming down your throat when an irritated voice cut through the night like a sharpened butcher knife. “I know damn well you niggas ain’t fuckin’ in my car!”
You both froze.
Caught.
His dick slipped out of your mouth with a wet pop as you both scrambled to fix your clothes.
“Oh shit,” Stack inhaled sharply, helping you pull your skirt back down while also struggling to shove his spit-slick dick back in his pants, the belt clinking.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you said under your breath, looking towards the trees and squinting, hoping that would help you find where his pissed-off brother would be coming from.
Eventually the heavy boots stomping on the burnt leaves got closer, and your heart was about to burst out of your damn chest.
The moon was obscured behind the trees, and shadows swallowed everything. You still couldn't tell if Smoke was coming from the road or the bank of the river.
Stack clumsily handled the keys and cursed under his breath. “I ain’t even sure which way he comin’ from!”
“Then just drive, nigga!” you said back.
The engine sputtered once and then roared to life—too loud, too late.
Smoke’s voice rose. “Boy, if you don’t get my goddamn truck back to where it belong—”
Stack slammed it into gear. The tires kicked up mud, spat dirt, and the Ford lurched forward. You held onto the dash and laughed and gasped all together.
“He’s gonna skin yo ass too thin to fry!”
“Only if he catch me!” Stack yelled back as his cackle broke through the dark.
The truck tore down the trail, Smoke's fury echoed behind you now replaced with your giddy laughter and the smell of the dust kicked up around you. When the trail opened back up onto the main road, Stack eased off the gas, the two of you already exhausted.
“Remind me,” you said through your laughter, “to never trust you with a borrowed thing again.”
“Can't promise that, baby," he said sideways, being reckless and grinning. “Trouble’s worth it when you there with me.”
✗ warnings: 18+, mdni, pinv, threesome (mmf), oral (f!receiving- m!receiving), slight use of n-word (blk reader only! ), overstimulation, teasing!kink, mock praise, cocky!twins, mentions of infidelity, rope bunny!kink, munch!twins, rough sex implied.
you really weren’t supposed to go home with anyone.
but your quote “smart ass mouth” got you in trouble yet again. “i got a boyfriend” “then why yo nails not done” the quieter one asked. (you know whattt)
“i didn’t want my nails done” you told shrugging causing them both to exchange an look “well lemme pay to have ‘em done” stack spoke with a smirk as twin kissed your hand.
you shook your head “nah, thank you though”, the eldest one sighed “well how ‘bout you come back with us then?” to which his brother nodded “did y’all not hear me say i got a nigga?”.
“we heard you mama—we just don’t give a damn” they both laughed.
“trust me, that nigga ain’ even got your nails done. what he won’t do we will” told stack as smoke nodded in agreement “for somebody else, y’all not fixin’ to try and take me from my nigga, no” you shook your head again looking between them both.
“ain’ nobody tryin’ to do shit, we done already took you from that nigga” “no you didn’t i-“ smoke chimed in “you still entertainin’ us” you scoffed “im bein’ nice, talkin’ to y’all” which was a huge lie.
“ain’t nobody flirting with y’all thirsty asses, y’all ain’t even my type” another lie.
you didn’t have to be a genius to notice that you wounded their egos. you just had to feel the way they were currently fucking you.
the eldest was between your legs eating you like it was his last meal while his brother face-fucked you. he’d shudder and pull out of your mouth trying his hardest to not come. “i thought you said we ain’ yo type?” he asked between kisses. “hmphm” you huffed pressing stack’s lips against yours and reaching down to push smoke’s away from your dripping cunt.
“stack” he nodded over toward the pile of clothes on the marble floor of his house. stack returned with a leather belt, grabbing both your hands in one of his and tying the belt around your wrist. “don’t interrupt me while im eatin’— yeah?” you felt a pang of nervous anticipation and excitement, you’d never been tied up before.
shortly after; smoke’s wandering tongue found it’s way to your gushy pussy again. you’d squirm and buck your hips trying to push him away “im finna come, wait” you’d tell which only caused him to tag stack in.
stack propped you up on all fours with your hands still tied. smoke was now the one face-fucking you while stack pounded into you. quick, rough, remorseless.
“say please mama..” stack started “say ‘can i please come daddy’?” it was his way of taunting you. you couldn’t talk with smoke’s dick down your throat. when you tried? — elijah’s hips bucked wildly as he shot his load in your mouth. stack finally finished with one last thrust and groan.
you were finished ages ago, they just wanted to “be sure”.
