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’.”
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”
Black Fem! Reader x “Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore” & “Elias ‘Stack’ Moore” from Sinners. (present day.)
A/N: I need these two, damn. I haven't written for the SmokeStack twins, and I thought of these two in the modern-day world, and came up with this. Enjoy! 🙂↕️❤️
Summary: After a tough year, you needed a temporary place to stay while you regained stability, so you reached out to your childhood best friends, Smoke and Stack, at their cozy home. Inviting friendship to involve into something more deeper.
Warnings: threesome with twins, no incest, dirty talk, praise, angst, mention of seasonal depression, head, roommates/housemates, brotherly bickering, size kink, cum swallowing/eating, pussy worship, fingering, head, friends to lovers trope, possessive!Smoke, possessive!Stack, deep throating, manhandling, biting, fingers in mouth, creampies.
Last year turned out so much differently from what you imagined, you went through grief, and heartbreak, got fired from your job, and were evicted from your apartment, and didn't want to tell your family about it. It was rough but you were still standing, still breathing.
You sat quietly in the driver’s seat of your car, with your hands on the steering wheel firmly grasped. Your deep brown eyes roamed over the house that stood tall—-one story of deep blue, square windows covered by red, and blue curtains, and the porch, brick steps leading up to the front door.
“Just until you get back on your feet, that's all,” You mumbled softly, unease in your voice.
The Moore twins adored you deeply, and how could they say no to you?
You’ve contacted the twins via FaceTime and shared the unfortunate news from last year. They offered their assistance, but the initial move was to live with them.
The economy was unforgivably horrid, inflation, and not to mention the job market as well. Thankfully, you saved up enough money.
This choice wasn't desperation, but a necessity.
Elijah Moore & Elias Moore, better known by their monikers Smoke & Stack. There was an deep southern edge to the men, bittersweet, and dangerous.
Smoke served as silent chaos, while Stack served as rampant. The human form of yin and yang, raging waters, and slick oil spills.
You've known the men all your life, from building sand castles on the sandbox in the neighborhood park, to running home before the street lights flickered on summer warm nights.
They simply served you as a protective duo as they were bodyguards in your life, as if they were shadows, damn near following your every move.
The men swiftly kept people at bay, ensuring that all types of men stayed at a distance.
Honestly, the men were too scared to come near you simply because of Smoke & Stack.
You've dated one or two men in your dating life, and that was it. Smoke and Stack remained the only men in your life, and you wanted to keep it that way.
Finally, after completing every decision in your mind. You hopped out of the car, and slammed the door just before locking it with the remote button, triggering the double chirps behind you.
You approached the front door with its intricate wooden carvings, the screen door creaked open, and you knocked timidly. Hearing the soft thud of footsteps across brown hardwood, and the creak of the hinges.
Revealing Smoke before you, as he stood shirtless, buff from the gym, with grey sweatpants, his lips curved into a smile of warmth toward you. A little flutter in your heart, and that safety, sudden love you felt from him.
“What’s up, Y/n?” Smoke greeted, voice like velvet, and southern thick like molasses.
“Hey Elijah, thanks for this,” You greeted; smiling softly. Stepping through the threshold, as he pushed the door with ease.
You exhaled softly, as if a weight lifted off your shoulders, before sauntering into his arms, as his arms wrapped around your waist protectively, yet tenderly and laying your head against his bare chest. Weed, critus, and cinnamon wafting through your nose.
“You good?” He asked, his voice steady, and gentle with you. As if he matched the pace of your mental, body, and spirit. His cheek rested against your head, his hand rubbed the small of your back, in soothing circles.
You hummed back, preferring silence, and Smoke didn’t force you to elaborate; one reply was sufficient for him. Audible enough for him to hear you, soft as if your voice would break.
Smoke didn't budge.
He didn't push, or judge.
He listened, and paid attention.
“I missed you, Eli.” You added, your tone was loving and, steady. Smoke hummed lightly, smiling against your forehead, “I missed you more,” he says, loving.
“I’m sorry—” But Smoke didn't allow you to finish, he didn't want you to feel any type of way about your decision.
“Ain't no need or reason to apologize. You’re gettin’ back on your feet, and starin’ off good. We'll help you get there if you want us to,” Smoke reassured, his tone gentle, yet held a seriousness.
Elijah Moore, the man you are.
Stack emerged from the laundry room, a red basket of clothes, as his gaze flickered toward you, and he froze in his path that led to his bedroom. He dropped the basket onto the brown hardwood, grinning happily at the sight of you. His dimples deepened in his cheeks.
“Sup girl, you good?” Stack greeted kindly, his voice gravelly like concrete.
Smoke’s arms released you, as your gaze flicked to Stack, and your arms released him, you sauntered toward Stack, into his arms, hugging you tight, as he picked you up, spun you around in the air. “Hey, Elias, I'm good.” you exclaimed softly, smiling. Before setting you down, his eyes locked with yours, soft. Warm.
“Mhm, we missed the hell outta you, Y/n.” He hummed sweetly, smirking against your skin.
Stack didn't push, or budge either. One answer was sufficient, and he wouldn't want you to relive anything unpleasant by speaking.
A heavy mind doesn't need any more to claim. The twins knew that through, and through by their personal baggage, and trauma alone.
Right before pulling away from Stack, your eyes darted between the twins in curiosity. “I missed y'all too. It's been a while.”
“Make yo’ self at home, mi casa, su casa.” Smoke chimed in, his hand gestured to the living room around them.
Stack’s gaze narrowed at his brother, tilting his head to the side. “When you learn Spanish, nigga? This is our damn house, and both our names on that lease.” He shot back, rolling his eyes at his brother.
Smoke’s palm slid from his forehead to his chin, sighing lowly, almost bothered. “Nigga, it’s a expression.” He shot back, his palm swatting at his arm with a loud smack, while Stack winced, rubbing the spot.
Your palm clasped over your mouth, muffling your laughter, as your hand clutched the fabric of your t-shirt, trying to suppress the pain in your stomach. Tickling you, as you cleared your throat briefly.
“So, umm..what are the rules around the house?” You asked, scratching the nape of your neck.
Stack, and Smoke exchanged looks, and their gazes fell upon you, nervously bitting your lip.
“We take care of the bills, our clothes, the house, and the rent, if you want to—” Before Stack spoke, you inhaled sharply. “I don't have enough yet,”
Smoke shot a glare at his brother, “She ain't gotta pay rent, man. We handle that alone with our business, ‘member?”
Their line of work was their own, while Stack worked in his popular strip club called Brown Sugar, music production, and sold drugs on the side with his brother, Smoke operated in the management aspect, production, and a high-end beverage business of his own, importing all over the world.
SmokeStack Inc.
“There’s a extra room down the hall, walk straight through the door, with your first initial on it, there's a bed, with fresh sheets, and a television that's yours.” Stack mentioned with a smirk.
Stack carried your television inside their home before moving in, and when you told him about the news. That man worked fast.
“Thanks, guys!” You exclaimed, grinning at the twins.
Without hesitation, you spun around on your heels, with your bag in your grip, and sauntered through the halls, as you stepped inside, gently plopped down on the bed. Your eyes flickered toward your television and Roku remote settling atop the dresser, the scent of fresh linen, and lavender.
It was the start of a new chapter.
The twins exhaled softly, before glancing at each other.
“Whatchu smilin’ for?”
“We gon’ tell her, right?”
“We will.”
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Weeks sped by like a swift jackrabbit; you maintained your job while the twins managed theirs. The men prepared meals—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—while you assisted with your own household tasks, worked at your new job.
The twins handled their usual responsibilities, such as paying bills, washing their dishes, managing the mortgage, tending to the yard, and doing their laundry.
This time, your early mornings were different. You woke up not alone, but to the aroma of pancakes, French toast or waffles to your liking and eggs, accompanied by the sounds of old school music from Smoke or new age songs from Stack, coming from their speakers as they enjoyed long hot showers.
Brotherly bickering here, and there, from the living room to one of their bedrooms.
You consistently sat between the twins on the couch, with Smoke to your right and Stack to your left, watching movies and TV shows, or anime as you provided critiques, and ratings.
You played video games with them, or claimed Stack was cheating in Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty, Mario Kart, Halo and the classic various games that you couldn't remember the names of.
You would enjoy your favorite tv series, and the twins would inquire about them; Smoke was initially puzzled, while Stack particularly liked the action-packed ones with weapons and gore.
It felt nice to be around the twins, again. Their presence, humor, and brotherly moments between them. It brought back memories of your childhood with them, safe.
Yet, you noticed the house shifted into a different energy. Softer. Warmer. As if the energy was going back, and forth between the two men, you couldn't figure out what it was.
You've gotten closer to the twins each day, a smile here, and playful banter there, which came unexpectedly, and conversations have gotten longer. Lingering gazes.
Smoke wanted to talk with Stack about their feelings for you, when Stack wanted just tell you instead. Debating whether to go his way, or Stack’s way.
Stack sauntered through the house hallways holding a bowl of purple grapes, munching on them as he tossed some into his mouth. His gaze flickered toward his brother, then back to you, sprawled across the couch with your eyes glued to the screen, a game controller in hand, your tongue pressed against your cheek in focus.
Fingers hammered each button, thumbs circling the joysticks. “Shit..” you grumbled quietly, rolling your eyes at the video game noises.
You’ve been trying to beat the new Mario game for months now, and Stack hasn’t told you any short cuts or ways to beat it, you’ve been asking but there were no answers. He would rather drag it out, and tease you about it.
Stack chuckled lightly, grinning at your concentration, finding it absolutely adorable. A smile curled across his handsome face, "Elias, can't you tell me how to beat this game?" You asked, rolling your eyes. He shook his head with a teasing smirk, "Nope." he says, popping the p.
Smoke's head peering in the corner. That wasn't the first time Stack smiled because of you, and Smoke caught it. “Whatchu’ smilin’ for?” His gaze followed Stack’s, directed toward you. Smoke cracked a smile as well, it was like you brought light to their lives.
Smoke’s hand swatted at Stack’s arm, his younger brother hisses in pain. “What?”
“Nigga, bring yo’ ass in here.” Smoke whispered yelled, his hand motioned for him to come in his room.
Stack sucked his teeth lowly, irritation prickling at him. Rolling his eyes. Tightened lip expression, jaw clenched slightly.
He strolled into his brother’s room, while closing the door behind himself. Leaning heavily against the wooden door, his gaze fixed on Smoke, brow raised. “You plan on confessin’ to her befo’ me?” Stack shot back, his face grimacing. Bringing the heat.
“You ain’t never been the one to wait. Befo’ I do, I got a head start!” Smoke chuckled, while speeding off.
“What?” Stack blinked twice.
Stack swung the door open, but his big brother was fast. Smoke pulled Stack by the nape of his neck, hooked his arm around his neck, and threw Stack toward his bed.
Stack thrashed across the mattress, and Smoke ran off, chuckling behind him. Stack smacked his lips, hopped off the bed, and ran out of the bedroom, racing through the halls.
Your head snapped in their direction, as the twins bumped into each other by accident, and panting heavily. You paused the game immediately, while raising a brow. “Are y'all okay?”
The twins nodded quickly just right after grabbing cold water bottles from the fridge, while Stack cleared his throat. Gathering the right words to speak, as his brother did the same. Patient. Catching their breath.
“I got sum’ to say,” The twins said in unison, voices dropped to a dangerous, rasper octave.
Their voices alone made your breath hitch, your pussy throb, and your heart thump against your ribs, dropped the game controller, as it hit the brown hardwood. “W-what is it?” you asked softly, as your eyes darted between the men. Nervous. Almost anxious.
You've always had feelings for both men, but never confessed your feelings for them. It was difficult when there were two men, and you didn't give a damn about what people said, or thought. It was just the whole relationship thing you had to think about. How would it work?
“I’ve been in love wit you—”
“I’ve been in love wit you—”
Their gazes flickered to each other, as their eyes squinted lightly. But you decide to take the lead on this one. “I feel the same way about you, and Elias. I can finish for you, don't worry.” You explained, with a faint smirk.
A weight lifting off your shoulders, light like a feather, and a gentle posture. But you felt something shift in the air between the twins, and you, something more sudden, and deeper.
“We ain't done talkin’ yet..” Stack spoke, his voice deepened with a faint head shake.
Smoke stepped toward you, as his eyes flickered at you, attentive to the way your breath hitched, and grinning faintly. “
“How long have you felt that?”
“I’ve always felt this way about you, and Elias. It's just the dating part, you know? How would it work?” You asked, head tilting. Voice a bit softer.
Stack circled you, halting you behind you, as he leaned into your ear, “We can agree on sharin’ you, fuckin’ you good at the same time if you want to, flowers, gifts, dates, vacations, anniversaries, whatever you want is yours..” He reassured, humming cockliy.
Heat raised in your bones, as their hearts skipped beats, after beats. “Whatever I want?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Can’t y’all fuck me right now? No more cute shit.”
Without hesitation. Stack scooped you up in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder, you chuckled softly, and he gave your ass a playful smack. “Ours?” Stack added, as Smoke rolled his eyes and spoke, “Sharin’ is carin’ nigga,”
The men carried you through the hallways, and walked toward the one that led to your bedroom, just after stepping inside, Stack gently laid you atop the blankets, leaning into you, crashing his lips into yours, breathing your nose, as he kissed you with hunger, moaning, mouths parts for a slow tongue fight.
Smoke interrupted by pushing his brother to the side roughly, propelled Stack backwards, as his hand pressed against the wall for balance, his gaze, deadly, and narrowing. Rolling his eyes at him, until his palm swatted at Smoke’s arm. “The fuck we just say?”
Smoke stood at the edge of the bed, standing over you, as your face warmed up. “No, it’s my turn though.”
You chimed in fast, “No fighting..” and Stack gently plopped down on the bed, behind you.
His fingers lifted your chin gently, leaning in close. His lips crashed into yours, hungrily like a famished man in the desert. You moaned shakily in the kiss, breathing through your nose, mouths parted gradually, tongues lapped, twirled lazily.
Stack’s face grimaced at the sight of you, and Smoke. His hand gripped the back of your neck, snatching your lips away from Smoke. “She mine too, nigga.” Stack shot back, his voice possessive, yet dangerous. Tilting his head, bringing your lips against his, kissing you like you were his, claiming you.
“Clothes off, baby.” Smoke commanded, his rasp seeped through, his fingers tugged at your tank top. In a trace, You broke the kiss with Stack, while Stack’s gaze narrowed at Smoke, who rolled his eyes. He knew what he was doing, though. Your body felt like it was on fire, raising in your bones. Panting for oxygen.
“Y-yeah..” You panted, your voice was low, almost trembling from nervousness.
You’ve never done this before, especially with the two men who are twins. Very fine twins.
You slipped off your tank top, and your shorts, and your panties fell off around your ankles. While the men sat in between you on the bed, sweatpants, boxers slipped off, and were tossed across the floor as if it was nothing. Their dicks were thick, dark in the same shade, hung heavy near their thighs. Same thick size.
You practically drooled at the sight of them, as Smoke, and Stack caught you, his thumb swiped at the corner of your lip. His lips curled into a devilish grin, his hand cupped your jaw, lifting your gaze toward his. “Careful now, baby. Can I fuck that pretty mouth?” Smoke asked, you gasped softly at his large hand cradling your face. “Y-yes,” you replied back.
“Lemme taste you first.” Stack chimed in, his voice low, and gradual. Your face warmed up at what he said, inviting you in. You nodded quickly, “Yeah, taste me.” you told him, biting your lip.
Without hesitation, Stack flipped you on your stomach, your ass faced Stack while your mouth faced Smoke, his hand cupped your jaw, while Stack’s hands clasped your hips still, anchoring you between the men. “We gon’ fuck you until you can’t move,” Smoke hummed, smirking. Your hand gripped Smoke’s length, eliciting a low groan from him, as Stack lifted your hips, while you kissed Smoke’s tip. Warm. Thick. His head sliding between your thighs, he caught the sight of your folds twitching, glistening wet. “Damn..”
His mouth wrapped around your clit, suckling roughly as your mouth fell open, pushing his fingers inside. Stack started off slow, punishing, and teasing. Smoke lifted your chin toward his gaze, his brow raised. “Focus” he commanded, that southern drawl with a rasp made your pussy clench around Stack’s fingers, gushing on the spot. “Yo’ nasty lil pussy..” Stack teased, pumping deeper. Elicit high pitched moans. “Shit..” you wouldn't dare say his name while in front of Smoke.
Your hips bounced atop Stack’s face while you splattered, and he indulged in the mess with spit, and his tongue. Pleasure. Body shaking. “Fuck..fuck…”Smoke’s hand snaked the nape of your neck, pushing you down on him. Your mouth took every inch in, full. Spit trickling to his balls, as the vibrations rumble through his body. “Fuck..keep goin’ work for it.” and you obliged, cheeks hollowing around him. You worked for it, indeed.
Smoke thrust his hips forcefully, then drove his dick deep, while your hand stroking his length quickly, nearly making you gag, as your mouth was glorious, warm, and wet. He wanted to ruin it. “That nasty mouth..” he mumbled, teeth sank in. Stack worked diligently, tongue fucking your pussy, clit pinched. Your breath was unsteady, fast, as your head bopped faster, the pace of your hand—slow. You panted heavily, letting out a long moan. “So good..” you mumbled. “Don't talk wit’ yo’ mouth full..” Smoke teased softly. You felt like you were in heaven. The men in between you were falling in love all over again.
Stack lapped your juices up, with his head frantically moving from side to side like a man dying of thirst. “You takin’ us like a damn champ..” Stack moaned drunkenly. Biting your bruised clit. The bed creaked underneath. “You workin’ for it, baby..” Smoke praised, growling. Stack smacked your ass with disapproval, before his fingers curled inside. You gasp so hard on his dick, and Smoke moaned raspily. His dick jumped in your throat, as you choked. “Damn right..” Stack chimed in, his thumb swiped over your clit.
You made sure that you sucked Smoke off right, while Stack finger fucked your pussy. It was all so right with them. Tears falling down your face, a babbling wet mess. Stack’s tongue dragging from your folds to your asshole, spitting on it, before his wet muscle frantically swirling around. “That’s our girl….” Smoke mewled. Eyes rolled back, it was so overwhelming in a good way. “So fuckin’ beauitful..” Stack added, the pad of his thumb flickered your clit back, and forth.
Your breath came in soft pants and whimpers, thighs pressing together as a thick line of your wetness trickled down your folds, as he opened his mouth, the slightest drop on his tastebuds, trickling down his tongue. Burying his face, swallowing every drop. Smoke's hand gripping your hair tight to dove you deeper. Swallowing him whole. His head fell back. "She taste that good?" Smoke asked, suppressing a groan.
Stack nodded, hummed on your pussy, as if he was okay. His thumb grazed over your throbbing clit, in teasing, slow circles. “You gon' cum?” Stack groaned with a grin, “Such a pretty, perfect pussy..” His palm smacked it as you yelped.
"fuckk..yes.." You babbled, bopping your head still. Unable to respond. Smoke pushed his hips at a faster pace, matching the slap of his spit-soaked balls against your chin, and the tight grip of your hand wrapped around his base, stroking fast. “Dick got yo’ tongue, baby?” Smoke asked, he watch spit trickled down with precum. Sticky. “Use that mouth..” Smoke says, fisting your hair. Lines of thick spit, and cum connected between his pubic hair, and your lips. Stack’s hands cupped your ass so hard that you whined, as he spread them apart. Waves crashing over you, bopping your head still.
The tip of Stack's tongue swirling around the puckered hole of your tight ass, sending shivers through your core. The sound of you choking on his dick, whining and a shaky moan. “So fucking..nasty..” Still panting for air, as he thrusts down your throat, sounds of the their breathing, and wet sound of your lips, the slick warmth of Stack's fingers, your pussy was swollen, and wet. “Mhmm.” Your thoughts were tangled together. His lips wrapped around your puffy, swollen folds with a loud slurp.
His warm cum spilled forward into your mouth, your cheeks filled up before swallowing every drop of him, his hands released your hair. While you came hard on Stack's mouth, he suckled, and swallowed with quickness. You lifted yourself off Smoke's dick for air, as he watched your reaction. "What a beautiful sight.." Stack rasped, his hand gripped your jaw. Tongue kissing you deep, moaning with you.
Smoke hoisted you upright, posture straight. His hands clasped your waist, as Stack pressed his chest against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder, "Let us see you take it?" Stack groaned against you, buzzing vibrations. His hands rested over your stomach before, his teeth sank into your neck, leaving a hickey on your deep brown skin. “Yeah, watch me.” You mumbled, your tongue gliding over your lip. Smoke took in the sight of you. Heat pooling around you, Stack watched your legs spread, beads of sweat clung to your back.
"Elijah..Elias..please.."
Smoke angling his dick toward your wet pussy, his tip nudged your wet swollen folds apart, as a "Ouuuu! Elijahh!" rippled from your neck, as he sank his fat dick deep in you, every inch stretching you open. "Look at him.." he growled raspily. Deeper. Softer. Stack's hand latched around your jaw, forcing your half lidded gaze toward Smoke, his gaze was seductive, and possessive. "There you go, you feel that? You takin' me in.." He talked you through it. Your pussy clenched tighter, his veins pulsating inside.
This sweet torture? His voice, and that monster that hung between his legs, you took him in. “Such a good girl,” Smoke groaned, grunting at every stretch of you. Stack watched your reaction, gasping softly, as your hands rested on his shoulders, fingers dug deep. Smoke lifted you, and slamming you down onto him, allowing you to ride him, breathlessy moaning. “Elijah!” Your ass pushed up to meet each thrust——merciless, and deep, you left fresh marks on his brown skin.
“I love it when you say my name, can I hear more?” Smoke praised, pushing upwards to hit your G-spot. You cried out, your voice raspy, and you bounced—quick, ruthless. “You like this, Eli?” You whispered, tongue trailing along the shell of his ear, biting him. His eyelids closed shut, biting his bottom lip, surpress a moan. Your ass clapped against him, fucking him. Smoke responded by grunting through it, fucking you right back—like a bully. He wasn't gonna show it but the little sounds he made were proving enough. “Damn, girl,” he said dreamily, nodding to your command.
Your thighs burned in exhaustion from bouncing yet you kept going, as his pace quickened, his hips slamming violently. The impact rippled a feral scream from you, arching your back, Smoke bruised your insides, bruised your pussy from the inside, out. “Elijah! Ahhh! Shit!”Your stomach pooled with heat, those knots in the pit begging to untighten. Tighter. Tighter. “You wanted this? To be fucked like a slut huh?” he shot back while panting. He fucked you through it, your legs shaking between his waist, almost wrapping around.
“Yess! Fuckkk!” You slurred, your hips shaking yet you bounced. Your chin rested on his shoulder, falling forward as he moved your hips for you. “You can have us whenevea’, like this. We’re yours, Y/N.” his words were sweetly sexy. Your ears almost ring as if you couldn't barely make out what he saying, yet you nodded, whimpering. “You, and him..are all mine..” Your toes curl, pussy fluttering, your mouth waters on his skin, parting open. He didn't mind it, as his fingers slipped inside your mouth, your tongue swirling around them. Your mouth closed, humming.
“Cum..with..me..Eli..”
“You want that?”
“Fuckk..fill..me..up..”
With that, Elijah finished with a final, punishing stroke as his thick, warm ropes of cum shot inside you, filling you completely as the man bit your shoulder to hush himself from moaning, you screamed greedily, wildly as his dick twitched. Gradually pulling out, as your body shook.
“You two are so good to me..” You whined loudly, speaking with love for them, and they felt it.
Smoke tumbled over the edge of the edge, panting heavily, raspily, his head lying on the soft edge, eyes closing as Stack gradually rolled over, his knees pressed into the mattress. His face softened at you, as your gaze met his, needing him.
“You still ready for me, sweetheart?” Stack asked softly, and you nodded quickly with a lazy grin. He leaned in close, kissing you lovingly.
“All fours for me, baby..” Stack says, his fingers trailing along your chin. He flipped you on your hands, and knees, just before his hands clasped your waist tight. “Elias! Deeper!” He pushed his dick inside from the back, thrusting deep, and fast, violently. Your back arched just to feel the curve hit that spot, hips bucking into him. Stack darkly chuckling. “Can’t help yo’self? Fucking me back just to prove it to me?” Stack groaned lowly, his hand on the small of your back, pushing you down just to swivel his hips.
Stack drilling into you from behind, with his hand delivered a light smack across your ass that left a handprint, every thrust pushing you forward into the mattress, almost stumbling over until he caught you. “I got you, i'm right here..” he cooed, kissing the shell of your ear. Pussy clung to his dick. Swelling. “You ours. Ours to fuck. Our woman. Look at you, all greedy..” Stack snarled, teeth in your neck as if he were a vampire. Your feeble, raspy moans echoing mixing with Stack’s low groans, as he fucked you harder, and harder, pausing his pace just to fuck you deeper, as if he wanted to fuck you open. Hugging you tight as if you were to let go, kissing your skin lovingly.
“That pussy got a good grip to it.” Stack grunted, his pace unforgiving. He marked your asscheeks with his nails, and you hissed through it. You loved it though. “This pussy belong to us?” He asked, more demanding. A wet slap echoed in the air, loud, and obscene. “Yes! Yes! You & Elijah! I swear!” moaning as if you were dying from pleasure.
Your vision blurred by wet tears, your words turned gibberish, a tremor in your thighs spreads through your body. Your fingers went numb, tiny prickles spread across your hands gripping the sheets, turning pale. “You hear that? This pussy loves me..” He cooed, his hand smacking your ass again. “Say it back..”Your head tipped back from the immense pleasure, moaning the twins' names, a string of profanities, gibberish all at once.
The sensation was overwhelming, your breasts cupped by Smoke’s hands, nipples pinched by his fingers but them his fingers rubbed your cilt lazily. “T-this pussy..l-loves you..” Back arched lowly, ass in the air. Drooling over the pillow. You screamed out their names in between, jumbled together, you break apart. “I—” There was no point in announcing. Your pussy gushed hard all over on Stack’s dick—repeatedly after every punishing stroke, he moaned raspily with you. He shot his thick ropes of cum inside, as you were filled—fully, by both of them.
“Just like that..” You hummed, twitching as you blinked away tears, relishing in the feel of him.
Elias pulled out slowly as you slumped onto the bed, breathing heavily. You turned to face the men, your body tingling with pleasure and your core throbbing, while your chest rose and fell. The twins hovered over you, heads hovered over your face. Concern on their features.
“You good?” The men asked in unison, while one twin said, “I'm gon’ ran her a bath,” as Stack dashed away into your bathroom, and the faucet squeaked in the air.
“You need anythin’ else?”
“No. T-thank you, baby..” You said, as a faint grin spread across your face.
When you referred to baby, you were talking about Smoke & Stack, and they picked up on it fast.
“No problem!” Smoke & Stack both answered right back sweetly.
That alone made your heart flutter.
During the warm bath, you cleaned yourself up while the twins cleaned up the mess—fresh linen scented sheets, fresh clothes for you first, and them. The fan above the ceiling spun in lazy circles to keep the stuffy smell away, and some air freshener.
The men prepared an incredible dinner for you because they knew you would be hungry afterward. Without explicitly saying so, you applied lotion to your body and got dressed for bed.
You thanked the men, kissed them on the cheek, as the men kissed your temples, your face felt warmed, and then sat down with them at the dinner table.
You ate your favorite foods, shared jokes, and laughed together, you also sipped your beverage.
You concluded the night with Smoke & Stack, a mutual connection where they shared with you. Everything felt perfect, and you were content, just as they were with you. You wouldn't want to change a thing.
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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 come."
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 come 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 thick, 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 truck 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”.
