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ay/24/black writer i be writing stuff when i'm bored <3 request are closed <3

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masterlist

here's a comprehensive masterlist of all my fics, enjoy boo (all of them are x black!fem!reader with smut unless stated otherwise) <3 <3 <3

SINNERS -

Remmick: august night (chap. I, chap. II, chap. III)

Bo Chow: juna (chap. I, chap. II)

Stack M.: i'm so tender on you - cherry waves

Smoke M.: pleasure over matter

Sammie M./Preacher Boy: coming soon…

Mary: cherry waves

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omg i thought they got rid of the queen 😭😭

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juna (chapter II) - bo chow x tomboy!reader

chapter I - chapter II

summary: after your run in with bo at the juke, the two of you continued to see each other. your relationship growing closer with each time you spent together. missing your presence - bo decided to pay you a visit on your family farm...

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, fluff, establish relationship, slight mentions of race, slight insecurity undertones, mentions of smoking

author's note: here's part two of my bo fic and i must say, i did enjoy writing this, i wanted to flex my writing muscle - and i feel like i did hahaa! omg, thank ya'll for reading my stuff and for the support, i appreciate ya'll dearly! much love <3

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"I don't get too intimate. Why would I let you in? But I think again..."

The summer rays beat down on your body heavy as you rolled your tense shoulders, the thick heat blanketing over the farmland that your family owned. With a old and dirty straw hat that shielded your eyes from the sun, your nimble fingers aligned the nail into the wooden plank.

And you hammered.

The loud echo of iron hitting rusty nail reverberated through your body with each strike of the hammer you made, and once the nail disappeared into the thick wood you used the rest of your strength to yank at the plank - to make sure it wouldn't budge from the harsh weather. Dirt, mud, and chicken feathers clung onto your overalls and sun-kissed face as if it were a second skin. Your job for the day was to expand the chickencoop by the end of the afternoon; as more roosters were swiftly on their way to your farm.

Sweat damped the back of your neck and forehead, making the natural yet short soft curls tighten underneath your straw hat. This heat was siphoning your energy with each movement you made and it didn't help that you would sometimes get weak in the knees when your mind you drift towards your lover.

Bo Chow.

Memories of him always crept in with every strike of your hammer, every intense stroke of your saw cutting wooden boards, and every twist you made with your rusty screwdriver. After that night in the juke - your relationship with the man blossomed like a sunflower under the Mississippi heat. Every time you would drive into town your heart would flutter in anticipation to see him, to feel his hands on your body, and to kiss him.

He wasn't embarrassed to kiss you in public.

At first you had your reservations about it; stating that people would stare and whisper. Especially with the masculine getup you'd often wear, but Bo being Bo he shrugged his shoulders as those honey coated words fell from his lips, twisting in melody with his southern twang.

"Let them stare, I don't care what they whisper about us."

He was the best boyfriend you've had thus far, he was kind and gentle, and he never pressured you into doing anything you weren't comfortable with. But he also held your hand; guiding you out of your comfort zone when you needed it the most - showing the true desires that burned within your heart - the feelings that you thought you didn't deserve to feel. On Sundays Bo's general store would close early, at six instead of nine, and those days were your days.

You would sit on the wooden stool that was just beside the backdoor that lead upstairs - towards Bo's living quarters. The sound of him locking the door always made you smile ear to ear, that meant that it was now just the two of you. Bo would reassure that he didn't need any help closing, but you'd lend a hand anyway, with two people cleaning up that meant being in each other's arms would come sooner. Once done closing down the shop he would lead you upstairs, hand in hand, and the familiar tingle would nip at your loins.

Bo's hands would gently unbutton your overalls while your fingers would race over his arms and shoulders. After losing your virginity to him, the two of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. He would help you explore your body while his guided hands would show you just the right touch to make him turn into moaning mess. You learned what your likes and dislikes are in the bedroom; Bo encourage you to speak your mind about it, reassuring you that it was important for him to know how to 'please his woman'.

After a few days of staying in town a little later than the usual and the unexplained pep in your step, your father quickly rushed you with questions on your whereabouts, at first you feigned ignorance but that didn't work of course.

You were a bad liar.

So you spilled about the time you spent with Bo, leaving out the intimate details, obviously. You told him that he was a kind man, that he treated you good, and that he had gumption most men around these parts lacked. And when those hurried words that ran from your mouth like water from a faucet slowed; he asked you to invite Bo over for dinner, to see for himself who this man truly was.

You could still feel the intense pressure of their eyes glued onto you and Bo as you introduced him to your family. Your two older brothers sizing him up as he helped you carry the bowl of mashed potatoes towards the large wooden dining table, but under their intense gaze Bo didn't crack, he kept his clam and charismatic persona in tact even with all of the invasive questions thrown at him.

Your family quickly learned that Bo was clever - extremely so. He had a plan, the kind that would pull the family farm out of shambles that the Great Depression and Segregation had driven it into. Some people were not fond at the idea of buying natural farm raised anything from a once sharecropper and his family, but Bo offered to resell your family chicken, beef, milk and eggs within his shop. He also added the fact that he knew the SmokeStack twins and that they'd needed supplies for their juke too.

He was offering your family a lifeline.

But the idea of the unknown worried your father, he was comfortable with reselling his goods to other local farms that he worked with over the years, but those farms were going under as well. He had no choice but to hear out Bo, so he did. You could see the glimmer of interest and hope within your father's eyes as Bo laid out the numbers between bites of greens, his strong hand resting on your thigh underneath the table, he was nervous but only you knew that.

Your bothers chimed in with sharp doubts, but you could tell that they were interested too, they didn't run Bo off like they'd normally do to smooth talkers who tried to convince the family to do business with them, and that was remarkable to you. The way he swatted away their doubts with ease and filled their minds with the potential of making a steady income made you stare at Bo with awe.

After the dinner you and Bo would walk the perimeter of the farm, your knuckles brushing against his as tender words exchanged between the two of you. He told you that he wanted to build something lasting, not just for now, but for the future. Something that would benefit the multiple generations that would come after the two of you - together. You paused your steps at his words which cause him to stop in his tracks too.

"What do you mean by that, Bo?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, his hands deep within his pockets and replied: "Nothin', just thinkin' out loud is all."

Pulling yourself out of the sweet memories you wiped your dirty saw dust covered hands onto your overalls and took a step back to admire your work. You were finally done expanding the chickencoop, and with a huff you began to clean up after yourself. Carrying the extra planks and tools into the nearby shed were they would stay until the next project.

The sound of dirt cracking underneath wheels grabbed your attention and with steady steps you exited the shed, only to be met with a blue car and your lover within the driver seat. A smile tugged at your sweat-slicked face as your irises scanned his movements, watching him as he slipped out of the car, and slamming the door shut with a lazy motion.

"Hey, baby." Bo smiled as he strut towards you with open arms, you quickly ran towards him, closing the distance as your face pressed against the crook of his neck. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders while he rested his strong yet comforting hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

He smelled like cedar wood, peppermint, and a undertone of tobacco. The vibrations of his laughter racked through your body and the both of you swayed back and forth within each others arms. Pulling away first, you planted a quick peck on his lips that he gladly accepted.

"What're you doin' here? Ain't you suppose to see my Pa tomorrow?" You asked as your hands ran across his chest, feeling his toned body underneath his clothes. You bit your lip and giggled as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, knocking the straw hat that you wore off of your head by accident.

"What? Is it a crime to pay a visit to my beautiful lady?" He shot back which made you shake your head, a wide and giddy smile clung onto your lips like the thick summer heat that engulfed your body.

"I miss you, that's why I'm here...Recently it feels like I'm only here to talk business, I rarely get to be around you now." Bo whispered, his eyes softening with each word he spoked. You looked away from him, but his fingers caught your chin and guided your face towards his.

"I miss you too..." You muttered back as your lips ghosted over his, but before he could kiss you - your hands that were rested on his chest playful pushed him away. "But I'm not bothered by you comin' out here to do business, you're helpin' my family, and I know once we get our footin' we'll have time for each other again."

You picked up the straw hat that fell onto the dirt pathway, tossing the hat on a shelf within the shed. Your short hair was now free as your fingers picked through the curls, the natural coils snapping back into place with each tug of your fingers. It was Bo's turn to watch you now as he placed his thumb with the belt loop of his pants, his smile never fading.

"What?" You chuckled out, but the man just shrugged and shook his head, his brown eyes filled with adoration, he was starting to grow more attached to you by the minute. You haven't exchanged a 'I love you' yet between the two of you, the closet thing that would be said was along the lines of: 'I'm fond of you' or 'I care about you'. But never 'I love you' but Bo couldn't deny the feelings he felt when he was around you, when he would think about you during those long days within the general store.

He loved you.

He wanted to tell you that right here, right now. But he stopped himself, afraid that he'd scare you off - afraid that you weren't ready yet. He'd understand, of course. But understanding wouldn't negate the sting he would feel if you didn't reciprocate those feelings, so he settled on dancing around that 'love' word as long as he can.

"You done workin', Ms. busy body?" He asked.

"Yup." You replied as you closed the shed doors shut, locking the heavy doors with a turn of a key.

"So what're you gonna do now? Just swelter away in this heat or--"

"You just don't give up, do you?"

"Nope, but you already know that, girl."

You bit your lip as your foot kicked the patch of grass that nestled within the dirt road, your eyes flicked over towards the distance behind Bo, as if you were decided something within your mind. When you settled on your answer the corner of your lips tugged into a grin, sticking your thumbs under the thick straps of your overalls you blurted out: "Follow me."

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Bo followed you with his hand grasp into yours, cutting through tall grass and tangled shrubbery until boots met with a dusty trial that lead towards a canopy of willow trees and red oaks, the thick leaves of the trees shielded the two of you from the harsh summer sun. Sliver of golden rays slipped past the greenery as it casted light through the dimly lit woods.

Silence fell over the both of you like a blanket, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was calming - welcoming. Your eyes would flick between him and the small dirt trial, smiling as his eyes would gaze at the small wildlife that would rummage through the bushes and wildflower beds.

"My Pa said he's got some ideas that're worth considering, if you'd lend a ear to hear 'em out," you mumbled as your foot kicked a rock away from the path. "He ain't the type to be so gung-ho about this kinda thing...You've got a silver tongue on you, that's for sure."

"I do got a way with words, don't I? How'd you think I got you?" He gloated which earned a playful slap on the arm from you.

"Don't get all cocky now, boy. If the twins go back on their word then my brother's will turn on you quicker than flies on pig shit." You jested as you both stepped side by side.

Bo smiled at that.

The once shy girl who stumbled into his store that could barely get a sentence out was now cracking jokes with him. It made him feel good to know that you're growing comfortable enough to show your personality - you were witty.

"Eh, I'll take my chances." Bo replied as he pulled a cigarette from the paper box and placing it between his plump lips. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you watched him lit the cigarette, the low ember glow of the fire igniting the tip casted a dull orange shadow across his handsome features. Pulling the cigarette away from his lips a cloud of hazy smoke plumed in front of him and the smell of tobacco hit your nose.

You weren't bothered that Bo was a smoker, your father was one too, so you were use to the strong smell. But you never tried a cigarette personally, much to Bo's pleasure. You remember one night after making love to him, Bo lit a cigarette as the both of your naked bodies laid flushed against each other within the soft bedsheets. Your head rested on his chest as you watched and you asked him if you could try it. The look on his face shocked you, Bo looked as if you'd grown three heads then.

He quickly denied your request, stating that smoking was a nasty and expensive habit. And with that pretty smile you had there was no way he'd encourage you to smoke in fear of ruining your teeth. He asked you if you wanted him to stop smoking around you, which you told him that you didn't mind. But to quell your curiosity Bo took a long drag from the cigarette, holding the smoke within his mouth and held a soft grip onto your jaw, puckering your lips.

With his lips lightly pressed onto yours - he blew the heavy smoke into your mouth - which quickly made you cough. It was different than tasting it on his lips after Bo finished a cigarette, the taste was stronger and the smoked harshly bit at your lungs and throat.

Needless to say after that day you didn't ask to try another cigarette again.

The trail that the two of you followed sloped downward and the thick summer air grew cooler with each step you took. With a hop over a gnarled root that separated dirt and sand the trees that once shielded you from the golden sun opened up, brown eyes were met with the simmering reflection of the sun that danced across the crystal clear water.

A lake.

A sharp whistle left Bo's lips as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between his pointer and middle finger. He watched as dragonflies hovered over the blue water, how the lily pads clumped together at the edge of the lake, and how the sand clung onto shiny small geodes with each ripple of the water.

This place was beautiful.

"How'd you find the place?" Bo asked as he finished his cigarette, normally he'd flick the butt of it on the ground without a second thought, but the sight of this place made him open up the paper box and place it inside next to the rest of unsmoked cigarettes.

You turned on your heel to look at him, your over worked hands rested on your hips as you spoke.

"When I was thirteen I got into an argument with my brother, he kept pickin' on me after I lost a game of football - so I thought I could take him in a fight," you shrugged your shoulders as you watch Bo walk towards the edge of the water. "That wasn't the case, though. He was sixteen at the time and before I could even think about landing a punch on him he pushed me to the ground and knocked the wind right outta me. I cried and told him I hated him, and I ran as far away as I could. Then I stumbled here...My sanctuary."

"Feels like it..." Bo said as he glanced at you, watching you kick your mud covered boots off. You paused your movements, feeling his tender gaze that rested on your frame.

"The water is cold enough to cool you down from this heat." You explained.

"Oh, I see what this is...You tryna get me naked, y'know there's easier ways to do that, girl." Bo laughed which made you roll your eyes in playful annoyance. Sliding your socks off and stuffing them into your boots you giggled along with him.

"I just told you a heart-tuggin' story and all you can think about is me making a move on you," you paused as you tried to stifle your giggles. "I mean - you're right! But still, you don't have to call it out, Bo."

"But that's what you like about me, why would I stop statin' the obvious?" He replied as he kicked his shoes off too. Your hands unbuttoned the straps that held your overalls in place, making the heavy denim drop onto the sand. Bo's hands swiftly undone his button up shirt, slipping off the fabric along with the undershirt that rested on his lean yet muscular body, his pale olive chest was now under your needy gaze as his hands reached for his belt buckle.

"Hey, let me, I love doin' this part." You mumbled as your nimble fingers reached for his belt, which made Bo hold up his hands in a display of playful obedience, his brown eyes watching your hands unbuckle the belt that held his pants in place. Once the belt was undone, Bo kicked the pants off of his legs, now he stood in front of you with just his boxers on. You still wore the oversized shirt that stopped just above your midthigh, shielding your underwear from Bo's intense gaze.

"Now that ain't fair, honey. How come I'm almost stark naked and you got that shirt on?" Bo laughed as he tugged you closer towards him by the loose fitting fabric that draped over your body, he placed tender kisses onto your lips as you offered up an answer for him in between those fevered kisses.

"Well since you made such a convincing argument; I'll take it off, but I'm keeping my delicates on."

"Like I ain't seen you naked before - but okay, I'm keeping my boxers on too." Bo chuckled as his dark chestnut colored eyes grazed over your body, watching you remove the cotton shirt from your frame, pulling the fabric over your head and tossing it on the moss covered log. You were in your bra and panties yet the thin fabrics left nothing to the imagination as your nipples poked through your bra; Bo couldn't help but to stare at your half nude frame in awe.

With bare legs slowly sauntered into the freezing water and you let out a loud yelp, the sensation of freezing water nipping at your warm body. Even when it's the middle of summer this lake was always ice cold and goosebumps dotted across your bronzed skin.

You turn to face Bo who watched you from the edge of the water, he was lost in thought, and you noticed that his attention would slip into his mind the more you spent time with him. With a playful flick of your wrist, you splashed the lake water at Bo, making him jump as a mischievous smile lingered onto your lips.

"You can come in, y'know - the water's fine, I promise ain't no gators around these parts! Maybe..."

"Ha, you really are somethin' else, girl."

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The twinkle of fireflies danced within the thick evening air and the once bright sun crept slowly behind the trees; painting the scenery in hues of blues. Birds that were hidden within the tall willow trees hushed their songs - only for their soothing melodies to be replaced with the loud hums of cicadas and the rustling of leaves from the wind. You and Bo swam for hours, but it didn't feel like it, you were shocked when he told you the time after checking his pocket watch.

You stood behind him as your hands rubbed his back while your fingers pressed into the small water droplets that clung onto his skin. He was slightly shivering from the cold lake water, the feeling of the cool breeze race against his body, and he clinched his jaw in an attempt to fight against his shivering. With gentle arms you held onto him, trying your best to trap as much body heat between the two of you.

"My god, baby. You're shakin'! You need some more meat on your bones." You giggled out, pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

"You makin' fun of me, girl?" Bo laughed as he shook the water out of damp jet black hair. You squealed at the sudden feeling of cold water droplets flicking onto your skin, pulling away from Bo he quickly turned on his heel, grabbing your body back into his soaking embrace. He landed sloppy yet tender kisses on your cheek and neck, earning laughter from you under his touch.

The feeling of your giddy laughter against his bare chest sent him into a spiral. Your smile, your touch, your warmth.

You.

Everything about you made Bo feel as if he was home - as if he finally found the one thing in his life that he didn't realize was missing. And every time you two would separate from each other he would count down the seconds to see you again, to hear your voice, and to hold you within his arms.

His dark brown eyes peered into yours, smiling at the sight of your beautiful features, water from the lake clung within your long eyelashes and the short coils that framed your face. Underneath the sapphire colored evening your brown skin held onto the blue hues - as if you were blue yourself. And without thinking he blurted out: "I love you."

Your smile that rested on your face twitched downwards and you flinched back a bit at his words. Your arms were still wrapped around him but Bo could tell you were growing distant - he feared that this would happen.

"W-What...?" You whispered out in confusion, tilting your head to the side as you scanned Bo's face in hopes to understand what he meant by that. Love? He said he loves you, and hearing those words roll off of his tongue made you feel good - no it made you feel whole. Yet half of you denied that feeling. Surly he didn't mean it, right?

The sound of thunder cut into the tense silence that fell over the two of you, pulling away from Bo you reached for your overalls that rested onto the moss covered log. Stepping over jagged rocks you began to dress yourself - your back facing Bo in an attempt to avoid his eyes staring into you.

"I love you, darlin'. Please say somethin'..." Bo said as desperation hung on each and every word that he spoke, his eyes followed your sporadic movements, but he kept his distance. He knew that you weren't the best at communicating your thoughts and desires; so he acquiesced to your unspoken rule of not going 'too deep' into uncomfortable subjects like this. It took a lot of coaxing to even talk about sex with you openly. But Bo was also suppressing his true feelings about you, it was agonizing biting his tongue around you - he needed to let you know just how much you meant to him.

"You don't mean that." You replied as you turned to face him, your overalls hanging off of your hips, the straps were unbutton, so you wore them like pants. The hem of your panties peeked through the top of the denim, the soft fabric clashing with the dirt covered overalls. Your arms rested at your side and your face twisted with hurt, as if Bo said a cruel joke to you.

"I do, I mean it. I'm in love with you. And I-I'm down on my hands and knees beggin', baby...Beggin' you to just open up to me, just a little--"

"Bo, please!" You shouted, cutting him off. The whispers from the leaves rustling in the breeze echoed within your scattered mind as a tight lump formed in your throat. With a shallow breath of air, you continue to speak.

"Look at me, Bo...I'm not the kind of person people fall in love with, I'm just not built for that."

Bo spat out a curse in his native tongue as he began to dress himself too and he shook his head in disapproval at the unnecessary criticism you gave yourself. He couldn't believe his ears - he couldn't believe what you were saying.

"Why not?" Bo curtly asked and the loud clap of thunder rang through the hazy evening air, it would rain any minute now. You shrugged your shoulders at his question which earn you a bitter laugh from the man.

"Y-You should be with someone who ain't scared all the time, Someone who knows how to do this..." You stated, as Bo's eyes gazed into yours, taking in every single word that fell from your lips as you spoke.

"I-I don't don't know how to be what you need, Bo. I f-figured you'd realize that and move on - find a woman who is meant to be with you...Someone who isn't me." You rushed out and your once confident person deteriorated. You slowly reverted back into that shy woman that Bo met months ago.

"What do you think this is? Tell me. So, you think I only love you because you're some kind of fantasy, that what we shared is just some phase for me, or somethin'?" Bo's words were stern but they didn't lack the love he felt for you, it just pained him something awful hearing you swatting away his confession not because you didn't feel the same way.

But because you thought you didn't deserve it...

"I don't...I don't know." You choked out as your arms hugged yourself, making the wet bra strap that clung onto your skin slip off of your shoulder. For the first time in your relationship the pause of silence that you both shared was uncomfortable - agonizingly so. With a sigh Bo walked towards you, shortening the distance between both of your freezing bodies. Tiny raindrops fell from the swollen clouds that loomed overhead, the warm summer rain washed off the cold lake water that clung onto your skin.

"C'mere." Bo whispered as he opened his arms out to you; and you gladly entered his embrace. Your cheeks tingled with embarrassment and fear at the idea of scaring Bo away. You were never use to being treated with so much care - with so much kindness - and it overwhelmed you. You loved Bo, oh, God did you love him. You didn't want this connection to be severed by your own mistakes, so you thought keeping your distance would make him stay longer.

But keeping your feelings to yourself was a form of self-sabotage.

Your cheek rest against Bo's lean chest and you could hear just how fast his heart was racing, you weren't the only one who was nervous about losing this connection that you both shared. The once soft drizzle of rain began to beat down onto you and Bo harder, yet you stayed in his arms as his carful hands stroked your hair.

"You think I don't see you, girl? I see everything about you. The way you pick at your fingers before speakin', how you laugh when you're nervous, damn girl - even the way you fight back tears 'cause you think they'd make you look weak," he paused as his embrace tighten around your frame as the sting of tears blurred your vision. "They don't make you weak, you're brave - the bravest person I know and the world just don't get it. Yet you keep fightin', movin' along bein' yourself as the world casts you aside."

"Bo..."

"You're beautiful and I think about you all the time, you always show up in my mind from the moment I wake up to the second I fall asleep...I ain't felt this way in a long time, not like this. Girl, you really got a hold on me, so don't tell me that I don't love you." Bo finished as his fingers gingerly held onto your damp bra strap that hung off of your shoulder, placing the thin fabric over your collar bone.

The rain muffled out the sound of your racing heart beat that echoed through your head, your mouth slightly agape at Bo's confession. The feeling of being seen and understood was all you wanted - and he gave that to you without hesitation. Calloused hands cupped your face and a supportive thumb traced over your cheek, the feeling of love overcame you, and for the very first time in your life you let your guard down.

You let him in...

"I love you too."

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Hot summer rain beat down on you and Bo as thick raindrops slipped pass the canopy of leaves that hung above the two of you. With heavy footsteps your fingers interlocked tightly with his, both of you stumbling through the hazy fog. Stepping over gnarled vines, slick wet stones, and mud filled potholes that clung to the soles of your shoes - you both finally reached the edge of the woods. A loud crack of thunder made you jump within Bo's embrace, a breathless chuckle falling from his lips at your action.

Muffled sounds of wet shoes stomping onto the weather worn porch grounded you and the awning shield you and Bo from the heavy rain. A soft cast of ember light slipped pass the curtains that hung over the windows, your father was still downstairs - much to your dismay. Your calloused hands reached for the iron doorknob, twisting it gingerly in an vain attempt to not draw attention towards your presence of entering the house.

Your face twisted in slight annoyance at the sharp creak that the door made. With a tilt of your head you signaled Bo to follow you close by, the soft dripping sounds from your soaked close melted into the ticking of the grandfather clock that shielded your body from the living room your father resided in. Tiptoeing through the hallway you and Bo finally reached the white narrow staircase - the wave of anxiety slowly melted off of your body until a familiar raspy voice cut through the silence like a sharpen knife.

"That you, girl?" Your father blurted out, not bothering getting up from his seat. You and Bo froze in place as his eyes flicked towards you in worry. Your father was well aware of your relationship with Bo; but sneaking him in your bedroom without a ring on your finger is...Indecent to say the least. Your father was old fashion and if he saw how Bo clung onto you right now - he would probably have a heart attack.

Placing a finger over your lips, you signaled to Bo to keep quiet and you spoke: "Yea', Pa! It's me...Got caught in the rain is all, finna head to my room now."

Bo's face was pressed onto your wet shoulder as he tried to muffle the soft laugher that fell from his lips. You rolled your eyes and slightly elbowed him, which only earned you a playful squeeze on your sides, and his skillful hands slip under your soaked denim overalls. His hands cupped your breast through your bra - you didn't bother putting your shirt back on - you only wore the oversized denim as the wet fabric of your shirt hung lazily within your hand.

A low grunt of acceptance from your father made you race up the stairs with lightning speed, your fingers interlocking with Bo's again, and you lead him to your bedroom - locking the door as soon as he entered behind you.

"Uh, uh. Didn't know you was sneaky." Bo teased.

"Keep your voice down; these walls are paper thin..." You muttered.

"Tch, that's gon' be a challenge then. Y'know you loud in bed, baby." Bo beamed out as his handsome face melted into a mischievous yet playful expression. You gasp at his words and shook your head in disapproval as your hands slipped off the rain soaked overalls.

"Only reason I'm loud is 'cause you fuck me too good." You replied as Bo's once cocky demeanor shattered into shock. His eyes widen like saucers at your words, he was the one who would do all the dirty talking in bed, and you would hide your face in embarrassment with each word he spoke. But now something within you changed - as if a fire within your core was ignited - and Bo was ready to stoke that flame. Before he could whistle out praises you spoke again.

"Take those wet close off, hang 'em on that radiator, I'll make sure they get washed by the time you leave."

"Yes, ma'am." Bo sighed out as he followed your instructions. He tossed his damp vest over the heated metal, his hands quickly slipped off his grey pants, and lastly he removed his soaked white button up. He was only in his boxers now as his brown irises flicked towards your hunched frame that nestled within your closet, with a sigh of victory you pushed yourself on your feet, and soft towels rested within your arms as you faced Bo again.

"Them boxers too." You stated, as you tossed the towels onto the bed, only one was still in your tight grasp. A shiver ran up Bo's spine at your commanding words, his member stiffening within his underwear, straining against the damp fabric. He didn't tut out a comeback like he'd normally does, he just listened to your requestion without hesitation, tucking his thumbs under the tight waistband as he slide the fabric off of his toned body.

Bo stood naked in the middle of your room, the cool air within your home sent a wave of goosebumps on his skin, not to mention that your newfound confidence made him shiver with excitement and anticipation. You walked over to your lover, closing the unbearable distance as your placed your hand over his defined chest, your other hand drying him off with the soft cotton towel. Praises in Mandarin escaped Bo's lips as he melted under your touch, his hands holding onto your waist as he lulled his head back, the towel now catching the rain that clung onto his neck.

You placed a tender kiss on the crook of his neck as words in his native language rolled off of his tongue, Bo taught you phrases here and there to the point were you could understand some of the words he spoke, but the language was still foreign to you. Yet you understood him in this exact moment despite the language barrier, he was showering you in nothing but adoration and reverence.

He needed to be closer to you.

You moved the half damp towel down his pale olive skin, your fingers tracing the dips and valleys of his muscles as you dried him off, your hands stopping just above his jet black happy trail. Tense eyes stared back into yours as you softly spoke, your lips ghosting over his open mouth, it was as if he was trying to taste your sweet words.

"You said I got a hold on you, huh?" You whispered as your hands wrapped around his thick shaft, you began pumping his dick within your hand, making the man moan onto your shoulder. His hips bucked into your movements as you continued to jerk him, precum creating a natural lubricate, yet it wasn't wet enough for your liking. Pulling your hand away for split second you licked your fingers, slicking your digits with saliva. Bo watched on in awe as you wrapped your hand around him again. "You ain't lyin, well - your body ain't lyin, at least."

Bo was hard, probably the hardest he'd been in his life. He couldn't believe that the same woman who couldn't even maintain eye contact when they first met was touching him like this, turning him into puddy in her hands. Your lips wrapped around his neck as you began to kiss at his skin, the thumping of his pulse raced against your mouth, you were determined to leave a hickey behind as you sucked between bites.

Bo was the one who taught you how to make one, of course.

"Fuck, baby." He choked out as his eyes rolled back from the pleasurable sensation of your hand pumping him and your tongue soothing the bites you left on his neck. With a low wet pop your mouth stopped sucking at his skin - a purple and redish bruise bloomed across his olive skin - an you smiled into the kiss you planted on his needy lips. Your tongues danced in unison with each other and the feeling of his cock twitching within your hand earned a muffled moan from you.

But you quickly pulled away.

Bo hissed out a plea in Mandarin which made you place a finger over your lips, reminding him to keep quiet. Your fingers interlocked with his as you lead him towards your plush bed, his dark brown irises not daring to break away from your swaying hips with each step you made. Reaching for the other towels that rested on the warm sheets of your bed, you tossed the damp towel onto the ground, replacing a dry one within your fingers seconds later.

Playfully you tossed the towel over his head, resting it on his wet jet black hair that clung onto his skin, and he chuckled at your action. Taking your hint he began to dry his hair - yet the unbearable feeling of needing to be touched again raced through his entire being - you slowly slipped off your panties. The damp cotton hitting the ground with a soft thud.

His dark eyes trailed over your nude lower half as he bit his lip, the sight of your pussy made Bo's already stiffened cock jump with anticipation, a small whine escaping his mouth, the sound of his groan dripped with nothing but need. Noticing this with a laugh you sank onto the floor, resting your weight on your knees your hazy and lust filled eyes looked up at him.

Placing a feather soft kiss on the flush tip of his cock, filling your open mouth with him. Squeezing your bare thighs together to ease the ache of arousal that nipped at your core, your eyes shut tightly as the familiar yet comforting taste of Bo filled your mouth with each inch you took of him. Bo's body twitched above you as the muscles within his abdomen flexed from your tongue dragging against the thick vein that adorn his thick member, lulling his head back he placed the towel that was used to dry his hair over his mouth, muffling the moans that fell from his lips.

Nimble fingers moved up and down from the base of his cock to your mouth, you were still a novice when it came to oral, but this was going better than last time. You could barely fit him in your mouth without gagging previously, he was big and you still had some challenge, but that didn't stop you from trying. In fact it only made you want to push yourself even more - to see just how much you could fit his dick in your mouth.

"Mhm..." Bo voice groaned through the towel that shielded his mouth, he thought keeping quiet wouldn't be this difficult - but the way your tongue swirled around the tip of his member had him reconsidering his ability to do so. His calloused hand massaged your scalp, thick fingers latching onto the wet coils within your hair as his eyes rolled back the deeper you took him in your mouth, you hummed under his touch and the vibrations from you moaning around him sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Looking down his chestnut colored eyes peered deeply into yours, which only egged you on to pump him faster with your hand, your tongue still swirling circles around him as you hollowed out your cheeks with each suck. Your long lashes blinking with each inch you took into your mouth, the taste of precum dancing on your tongue deliciously, and small tears of pushing your self well pass your limit clung onto the corners of your eyes. With a gag you pulled your swollen mouth off of him, the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with the tip of his cock snapped with your sudden movements, yet your hands still pumped him as he rocked his hips under your touch.

The slick wet sound of you jerking him off echoed softly through your room, the cracking of thunder and the rain beating against your window muffled the raunchy sound just enough for prying ears not to hear, but you and Bo could hear it - both of you soaking up the sound as if it was music.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You whispered against his dick that rested on your lips, your hand still pumping him, and your tongue playfully flicked over the base of his tip.

You eyes still locked with his.

"Yes, my love. Fuck - I needa have you." Bo begged as he reached for you, pulling you up on your feet by your arms, and he planted a fevered kiss onto your open mouth. Your teeth bumped into his as he desperately clawed at the clasp of your bra, taking off the soaked fabric until your fully nude, just like him. Your skin was slightly wet from the rain, but Bo could care less - he needed you in this exact moment and he couldn't wait to have you. Grabbing the plush skin of your ass he placed you onto the bed, not breaking the kiss until you laid on your forearms.

Bo lips trailed down your body as his strong hand cupped your breast, kneading the soft skin as his fingers rolled your sensitive nipple between calloused fingers. You bit your lip in an attempt to stop your moans from slipping out as his head dipped between your thighs, his lips ghosting over your dripping core, and Bo placed both of your legs over his shoulders as he kneeled in front of you.

"I've been waitin' for this all day." He mumbled to himself, but those words made you gasp out a shallow breath that you didn't know you were holding, it felt good being desired so greatly. For a man to be on his knees between your legs - looking up at you as if you were a work of art - a holy entity that needed to be worshipped.

Bo placed a tender kiss on your inner thigh before dipping his head lower, and with a gentle lick he ran his tongue agonizingly slow across your soaked pussy. He was savoring the taste of you as if it was a delicacy, his warm tongue stopped at your clit, flattening the muscle over your sensitive bud until he repeated his movements.

You arched your back under his touch as your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, his soft tresses tangling around your nimble fingers. Your relax legs hung lazily over his broad shoulders as his mouth wrapped around your clit, his fingers slowly entering you as you rocked your hips against his face.

"Oh, my--Bo..." You moaned against the palm of your hand as Bo skilled mouth and tongue worked over your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit with each long swipe of his tongue against your core. The pleasurable sensation made your cheeks tingle and your face twist with pure ecstasy as Bo gently pushed his ring and middle finger inside of you, the bed underneath your trembling body slightly creaking as you snapped your head back from the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you.

"So good, I could die between your thighs if you'd let me, my love." Bo groaned out against your wet sex, you squirmed under his touch and heavy words. "You taste like heaven."

Slowly he moved his fingers in and out, his knuckles grazing against your swollen clit and your legs began to shake, but that only made him ramp up his movements even more. Your hands gripped the wet bedsheets that were soaked with rain water that clung onto your naked body and your chest heaved with each thrust his fingers made into you. Your feet fluttered, kicking the air as your rolled your hips, and the familiar feeling of reaching your climax bubbled within your core. You were close, and it seemed like Bo knew this too.

"W-Wait, baby." You yelped out which made Bo pause his movements, he pulled his mouth away from your clit, but his thick fingers were still nestled deep inside of you.

"What's wrong, you okay?" He asked, which made you nod your head. Catching your breath you continued to fuck yourself against his fingers, finally you spoke.

"I want us to finish, together - at the same time..." You whispered which made Bo smile from ear to ear.

"And how we gonna do that?" He asked as he slowly pulled his slick fingers out of you, the sensation making you shiver in delight, and you watched him placed his fingers within his mouth. His tongue lapping up the juices that clung onto his thick fingers - making sure that none went to waste.

You crashed your lips onto his as Bo hovered over you, tasting yourself on his mouth made your head race with lust, and your legs wrapping around his waist. But to his surprise you flipped positions, your legs caging him in as you straddled his waist, his hands holding onto your hips as he steadies you in place. Your forehead pressed against Bo's as his hand held the base of his cock, leaning forwards he lined himself with you, and with a satisfying sigh escaping both of your lips you sat down onto his thick member.

You both moaned into each others mouth, trying your best to quiet each other, and once your body adjusted to his dick stretching you out - you leaned back and began to ride him. Your bed squeaking with each movement of your hips snapping into him, but the thunderstorm was so loud, you're confident no one could hear the rusty bedsprings. Laying flat on his back Bo's large hands gripped into the softness of your hips, his fingers digging deep within your skin that you're sure they'd leave bruises behind.

Your palms rested on his hard chest as you used him to help you bounce on his thick member, your breast bouncing in his face while your wet pussy swallowed him whole - your body was finally use to being fucked by him. A sigh of pleasure fell from Bo's lips as he whispered praises to you in Mandarin, switching to English when you stopped your bouncing to roll your hips against him.

"You so pretty, baby--Fuck!" Bo hissed out as his eyes rolled back and his head lulled to the side, but you gripped his jaw, turning his head back to face you as you continued to ride him. He bit his lip at your action and a loud whimper fell from his mouth, his voice piercing through the rain and you're sure it could be heard through your shared home. The sounds of footsteps pacing up the stairs made you halt your tracks, and Bo groaned in agony as he lightly bucked his hips into you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...You just feel too damn good." He whispered through heavy breathing, you and Bo looked towards your locked door as the footsteps grew louder. But by the grace of God the footsteps continued to walk pass your room, not stopping once until they faded into the background again.

"We gotta be quiet, baby," You whispered as your thumb stroke over his chiseled jawline. "It's hard for m-me too, you filling me up like this, but just relax and lemme take care of you, ugh...I promise we can be as loud as we want next time."

He didn't bother to spit out any words of acknowledgment - he just nodded his head desperately - and without missing a beat Bo's lips wrapped around your thumb. His sharp teeth grazing the skin on your thumb as he latched onto it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked, silently signaling you to continue.

Which you gladly did without hesitation.

You started to move your hips again, continuing to bounce on his thick cock, the slick sounds of the back of your thighs hitting his legs with each thrust he made into you echoed through your body - you were fucking this man straight on his back - he's quite literally under your control. And he wouldn't have it any other way, he loved how good you felt squeezing around him, and his eyes snapped shut with a guttural moan.

You've rode him before, but not like this, and it was taking everything within him not to come in seconds. A creamy mess was quickly formed between the two of you, due to the friction and your wetness - the sensation of the velvety natural lubricant made your head spin as you rocked your hips with frenzy. Bo's hands left your hips as his strong arms wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, his hips rocks into yours, meeting you halfway as the creak of the bed slipped through the rain sounds.

Feeling the familiar pressure building up within core you leaned into Bo's embrace, your breast pressing firmly against his chest, and your head resting on his shoulder. Your lips pressed against the shell of his ear as tears of pleasure nipped at your eyes, the heavy tears slowly falling down your warm cheeks with each tender word you sang out, the words that only he could hear.

The words that he needed to hear.

"I love you...My Bo, I love you so much." You whispered and the feeling of his cock that nestled deeply within your core twitched at your words, he was dangerously close too. You and Bo weren't practicing the 'safest' of sex, to say the least - he would aways pull out and finish on his hand or your thigh depending on what position you both were in at the time. But when he was close, he would always tell you, asking where you would prefer him to finish.

"Fuck, I love you too, baby. I'm gonna...W-Where you want this?"

"Don't stop, please. I-I needa feel you, baby. At least once...Fill me up and make me feel whole."

And just like that Bo pressed his mouth against your neck as his eyes shut tightly, his hold onto your frame became vice-like as his orgasm ripped through his body like a tidal wave. His teeth bit into your skin in an attempt to muffle his moans as his release hit him and crashed into you, finishing inside of you as he bucked his hips forward lazily, his cum filled you to the brim, it was too much and the warm sensation made you shiver out in delight - he was giving you his everything.

It seemed endless as your thighs locked onto his, your body trembling from the warm sensation of being filled with his seed, the creamy mess of both of your orgasm froth between the two of you, clinging onto both of your pubic bones and abdomen. And with one last rocking of your hips you whimpered against his burning hot skin, the knot of lust that tugged at your core finally releasing.

Heavy breathing filled the cool air as Bo lovingly stroked your hair, grounding himself as his rapid heart rate steadied. You leaned into his touch as your cheek press firmly onto his rising chest, his dick was still inside of you - but you wouldn't mind the idea of him being inside of you like this for hours if he offered.

"Shit...I need a cigarette," Bo mumbled under his breath, which made you bellow out a sharp chuckle, a lopsided grin tugging onto your features. He looked down at you, laughter leaving his lips too. "You really laid it on me, girl. Yea'...you stuck with me now."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way...I love you, Bo."

"I love you too, angel."

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tag(s): @pinkpantheris

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juna - bo chow x tomboy!reader

chapter I - chapter II

summary: you were never in touch with your feminine side, being raised by your father and older brothers you knew built a tough exterior. always opting for wearing male clothes and sporting a short haircut, but that was until you stopped at the new local convince store and met bo.

word count: 7k

warnings: smut, female reader, awkward/shy reader, slight mentions of race, loss of virginity, oral sex, noncanonical setting, unprotected sex, slight age gap (nothing too crazy reader is in her early twenties while bo is in his late 20s/early 30s), mentions of other characters

author's note: i had a lot of fun writing this! this is my longest fic i ever wrote so far, so thank you for reading and thank ya'll for the support! <3 (i was also listing to juna by clairo while writing bits of this haha)

“You make me wanna go dancin’, you make me wanna try on feminine, you make me wanna go buy a new dress, you make me wanna slip off a new dress...” 

The blistering summer sun nipped harshly at your skin, sweat from the heat and a hard day's work clung onto your chest and forehead while driving your father's rusty car, you'd hope you could pick up a breeze to cool you down. 

That of course didn't happen. 

He sent you into town with a shopping list of materials your household needed - and seeing as your mother passed last year - it was your duty as a woman to go out and shop for the boys, as your father so 'eloquently' put it. His remarks about your gender bothered you seeing as you were responsible in the cooking and cleaning while also being responsible with manual labor on the farm too. 

It was common to help your two older brothers fix run down and broken appliances such as rickety barn doors, leaky faucets, and wobbly banisters. Your hands were covered in cuts, scabs, and blisters from hammering away for hours. It didn't help that during those hours of work your brothers would tease you about not being 'girly' enough, jesting that you were more of a man than them both combined. It also didn't help that your family's budget was tight, meaning you had no choice but to wear their hand-me-downs.  

With a tired sigh you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, finally entering the town. The dusty and bustling streets was lively today despite the cruel heat wave that clung on the Mississippi air, breathing in the hot oxygen was like swallowing thick molasses.  

Parking the beat-up blue car, you adjusted the dingy green bandana that rested on the temples of your forehead, soft and short curls wrapping around the fabric. You tried your best to style it more feminine after your father cut way too short for your liking - but half of you still felt insecure about the hairstyle.  

Your eyes would gaze upon the ebony beauties that would waltz around town with frilly hair pieces and intricate styles, their long, gorgeous dresses flowing in the wind as men would stop and stare - you would stare too. Sometimes you would daydream about being in a moving picture playing the leading lady that had a lover who would do anything for you; give you flowers, love, and affection. The kind of guy who wouldn't be embarrassed about being tender on you. 

Slamming the car door after jumping out the sizzling leather seat of the car, your rough hands dug into the front pocket of your oversized denim overalls. Your eyes scanning the chicken scratch of a list your father wrote on stained paper, passing through the crowd, trying your best not to bump into anyone. 

nails (three 100 pack) 

gun oil 

chiken chicken feed 

red paint 

game meat 

horse fed feed 

fox repellaint repellent  

Walking towards the general store you normally shopped for your items; you noticed something strange; it had completely changed since you last stopped by. The store was bigger - more cleanly. Items within the store wouldn't be organized, as medicine would often be found next to the rat traps, but now just by gazing around the store everything was neatly placed in spots that...Made sense.  

You also noticed a man that you hadn't seen before, he was hunched over stacking cans of peas next to the tidy stack of caned carrots. Before any words could slip out of your lips he turned to face you, as if he could feel your eyes staring at the back of his head.  

He was handsome, strikingly so.  

His jet-black hair was neatly styled, and his lips held a light welcoming smile. He wore a crisp white button up with an onyx-colored vest on top, protecting the white shirt from the grime and dust. Rubbing his hands on his grey pants he lifted from the ground, rolling his shoulders and neck as he stood at his full height.  

"Welcome. What can I help ya' with?" He asked, a low southern drawl boomed from him, the sound of his voice made you jump. You didn't expect him to have such a sultry voice. Your warm skin on your cheeks began to tingle as your eyes quickly darted towards your muddy shoes. 

"U-Um, I'm just shoppin', sir. Thank you!" You rushed out, stumbling over your words as if you just learned how to talk an hour ago. His lips stretched into a kind and toothy smile, and he nodded his head, dark eyes not breaking contact with your frame. 

"Well, if you need somethin', lemme know."  

And with that he turned onto his heel and continued to work, you quickly scanned around the store looking for everything that you needed on the list. You wanted to leave the store as soon as possible, not because of the handsome man's actions - but because you felt as if you looked...Terrible. 

Your undershirt was a stained long sleeve, a once white fabric now faded into a dingy tan color due to dirt, sweat, and age. The shirt hung off your shoulders, it was your older brother's before it was handed down to you, the piece of clothing was basically swallowing your feminine frame. The muddy overalls that you sported was from your other brother, the second oldest, and it was big on you too.  

Wearing these clothes strangers would sometimes mistake you for a boy, which didn't bother you at all, but the thought of this attractive shopkeeper mistaking you for one sent a wave of anxiety through your body. Grabbing the gun oil, the multiple boxes of nails, and fox repellent your hands were already full.  

You looked around for a basket to hold your items, but none were found. You stood in the middle of the store your face twisting in confusion as you looked around one more time just to make sure you didn't overlook the baskets to hold your stuff, and the man noticed this. 

"Sorry, I just open this place up, last owner's baskets were full 'o holes. I had to toss 'em, won't get new ones till next week."  

"O-Oh, it's fine." 

"Here." he said as he strutted towards you, his arms stretching wide. Your eyes landed on his toned forearms, they looked strong and powerful, and you couldn't help but to gaze at the vein that pressed against his pale olive skin. Standing in front of you the stranger tilted his head in confusion, and you finally realized that he was signaling you to place the items into his arms. 

With a strained and awkward chuckle, you blurted out an apology and gave the items to him. 

"Don't worry, I'll place ya' things on the counter so you can shop around some more." He assured as his long legs strutted towards the register that rested on a mahogany table. He noticed you standing stock still as your fingers fidget between each other. Leaning on the wooden table with crossed arms he sent you another gorgeous smile your way.  

"You new to town?" He asked, his voice was alluring and warm, you could hear him talk all day if you could. 

"No, I live on the outskirts of town with my brothers and Pa, w-we got a farm..." You blurted out, the words rushed from your mouth like a running faucet, which made the man chuckle. 

"Hm, and they just let a pretty girl like yourself go shopping alone?" 

Your eyes widen like saucers and your already racing heart sped up even faster, it felt like you were moments away from a heart attack. You opened and closed your mouth in quick successions, as if you were a fish out of water. 

You were. 

You never heard a man refer to you as pretty. They called you strong, reliable, tough, hardworking - but never pretty. Noticing your anxiety rising he spoke again, this time more carefully. 

"My name's Bo Chow, I'm from around these parts but I just open this store few weeks ago," He then paused as if scanning his thoughts to find the right words to say to not scare you off. "You said your family has a farm? Ya'll got chickens and such? I'm lookin' into finding a stable source for eggs, got an ice box comin' in later today and I wanna stock up." 

"Oh, um. Yeah, we got chickens. Lots of 'em, mean bastards." You mumbled, spitting out a mild annoyance you had with the feathery animals, one of them bit you on the thumb this morning. 

Bo blurted out a laugh from your comment, his chuckles crashing into you like a wave, and it made you smile. With fidgeting fingers, you told him your name, which he repeated three times, each time breathier than the last. He told you that your name was beautiful - that it suited a beautiful girl like yourself. 

Bo noticed that you were on the shy side, so he toned down his flirty advances towards you, but he still let it be known that he found you attractive. Slowly you eased out of your shell and continued to shop, placing each item on the counter as words and laughter exchanged between you two. Completing your shopping list you paid for the items, Bo carefully bagged them into thick brown paper bags, his dark brown eyes trailing your face as he soaked in your beautiful features. 

It stunned him that such a pretty girl was so shy, it was if you were completely unaware of your beauty. With small smile you grabbed the paper bags and Bo reached for the horse feed that rested on the counter.  

"Lemme carry this out for you; it's pretty heavy." 

"No, n-no! It's fine I can make two trips." 

"Nonsense, what kind of man am I to let a lady carry all these bags by herself?" He replied as strong arms lifting the feed as if it weighed nothing, a rush of lust bloomed within your chest as thoughts of his arms holding you tight crept within your mind. But those thoughts were quickly replaced with embarrassment, and you avoided eye contact with the man as you both walked out of the store towards the car. 

Placing the bags in the passenger side of the vehicle Bo shot you a smile, which made you gaze at your shoes again, your boots kicking the dry dirt beneath your feet. Crossing his arms against his chest and without thinking he said: "I know some fella is really lucky to have you." 

"I-I ain't with no one, not like that." You whispered, biting your lip as you leaned against the hot car door, your eyes meeting his for only a split second before looking away. You had a boyfriend in the past, but the only thing you did with the man was kiss and hold hands, you weren't really attracted to him, and he was only with you for 'convenience' - according to him. So, it didn't hurt you none when he dumped you for another girl. 

But you did enjoy landing a right hook square against his jaw after that nasty breakup though.  

Just because he deserved it. 

"W-What about you? I mean, I'm not sayin' a fella is lucky to have you, unless there is--ain't nothin' wrong with that if there is--I mean--" 

"I'm divorced; my ex-wife works at the general store on the white side of town." Bo chuckled, cutting you off from your rambling. You whispered out a meek apology and silence soon followed. The muffle sounds of people's chattering, cars honking, and wheels racing on the dirt road eased your thumping heart a bit. With a sigh Bo tilted his head, his eyes traveling up and down your body as he tongued the inside of his cheek.  

"...I know some fellas who own a juke joint, just outta the way of town. They play some real good music there - and the catfish they serve is fresh, pipin' hot never cooked in stale grease, unlike the fish fry across the street." He said as he pointed his head towards the run-down restaurant that was packed to the brim with people. You giggled at his comment - he was right - despite the popularity of that place, their food was disgusting. With a pause his face twisted in deep thought, finding the next words that he truly wanted to say.  

"We should go there sometime - the juke joint," Bo casually said, his hands now tucked in the pockets of his pants. "Up to you, of course." He quickly added trying his best not to lay it on thick. Your body stiffed and you scrunched up your face in concern and without thinking you blurted out: "You ain't crazy, right?"  

Bo was a handsome man, the kind that you would daydream about as you hammered and worked your days away. It made no sense to you that such a gorgeous man like him would ask you out, he seemed like the type to be paired up with a woman who wore frilly dresses and expensive perfume.  

Not a woman in old, dirty hand-me-down male clothes.  

He shrugged his shoulders as an airy laugh escaped his lungs, you noticed that he laughed a lot. 

The sound of it was music to your ears.  

"Just think about it, okay?" He asked softy, which earned a nod from you. With one last smile he began to walk towards the store backwards, his chestnut-colored eyes not breaking contact with yours.  

"And make sure your brothers help you with movin' allat stuff."  

The drive back home was felt quicker than it actually was, your mind raced with thoughts of Bo. His soft smile, his strong muscular arms, his beautiful deep brown eyes, his thick southern twang with each word he spoke - even though you just met the man you were already falling for him, and you considered his invitation to the juke joint.  

Once pulling into the long dusty driveway of your home a quick realization set within you. 

How would you take him up on that offer? 

Driving back and forth from town wasn't manageable; your father's car drank up gas like it was nothing - and gasoline was expensive. You sighed at the missed opportunity to ask how communication would work between you two. With a lull of your head, your eyes landed on the grocery list that rested on top of the items you bought. Reaching for the stained paper your heart fluttered as you read the numbers out loud, his name scribbled on the bottom of it. 

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A few blistering weeks had passed and your relationship with Bo blossomed as you both spent hours talking on the phone, and you were starting to enjoy the tedious shopping trips your father would send you on - that meant you were able to see the shopkeeper in person. But when driving into town wasn't needed you settled on calling the man after finishing your chores.  

You learned that the Bo's family was from China, a long way from Mississippi. You would ask about the country and if it was any different from here, his deep voice would sigh and reminiscence about his homeland. His family moved here when he was only a small boy and stated that he lost his accent in exchanged for the Mississippi drawl from living here so long - but he still spoke perfect Mandarin.  

You noticed that his flirty persona would slip as he displayed a sillier side to him. Cursing and complaining about customers leaving messes around his store or local vendors who tried to rip him off, his soothing voice would slip into speaking his native tongue, the sound of those foreign words would caress your ears and make your heart flutter. You would ask him to teach you some words and phrases, which he gladly did.  

Most of them were curse words though.  

You would butcher the unfamiliar words with your southern accent, but he was patient with you as he chuckled out the proper pronunciation of those dirty words, praising you when you finally articulating them semi-perfectly.  

He would ask you about your day as well and you told him everything, down to the exact minute you woke up. He would let out a sharp whistle hearing all of the manual labor that you were responsible for - flirting with you about how you needed a break often saying things like: "Sounds like a hard day, you probably have knots in your shoulders - I could fix that, y'know." 

Which you would reply: "You givin' out massages now?" 

And in turn he would tut out a quick comeback along the lines of: "Only to those who deserves them. I've got magic hands...And a soft spot for women who pretend not to need them." 

You would choke and stumble over your words, quickly changing the subject towards something else. Tonight, you were on the phone with Bo, listing intensely at the story he told - your sore hands shooed your nosy brother away as he gave you a lopsided smile. You told your brothers about Bo, and they teased you relentlessly about him. 

"So, when am I gonna see you again?" Bo asked, making you bite your lip and shrug as if he could see you.  

"I don't know...Maybe soon?" You whispered you didn't want it to come out as a question, but it did, and you mentally kicked yourself for it. You remembered his offer to take you to this 'mysterious' juke joint, it sounded like fun. You love to dance even though you were self-conscious about doing it in front of people, often swaying your hips as you hummed a melody you heard on the radio while cooking or doing chores by your lonesome.  

"How...How 'bout we go that juke joint you were talkin' about? That sounds like fun." 

"Ah! Lil' miss busy body finally wanna come dance with me?" 

"Oh, haha," You sarcastically laughed, picking at the skin of your thumb. "How 'bout next weekend? Does Saturday work for you?" 

"Of course, I'm free Saturday..." He then paused and you could practically see the wide smile that clung onto his face.  

"It's a date, then?" 

"Y-Yeah, it's a date."  

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Your fingers fidget and twist around each other, the crunching sound of rock and dirt beneath your feet grounded you somewhat, but your palms were already beginning to sweat. Passing through parked cars and couples grinding themselves onto each other, you finally made it to this aforementioned juke joint, the booming sound of music and shouting made a lump rise in your throat.  

Stepping towards the large open double doors sat a stocky man. He nodded and waved as people enter and exited the makeshift club - his head snapping forward as his eyes landed onto you. With a wide and friendly smile, he tilted his straw hat with thick fingers - lowering his head in reverence as he spoke. 

"Hello, missy. Ain't seen you around here before," His head rise again, making heavy eye contact with you. You figured that this large man was a bouncer, here to try and keep troublemakers out of the juke. "Word gets around, huh? Each weekend more and more people come - since it's your first time here I recommend trying the Irish whiskey. It got some kick to it, haha. All thanks to those twins, of course."  

"Y-Yes, will do. Thank you." You mumbled, your shy eyes looking down at your feet. The muddy boots that you wore everyday were replaced with emerald green heels, the shoes hurt your feet, but the sales lady reassured you that they'll break in quickly.  

Shuffling around the man you stumbled into the crowded club, your eyes scanning for Bo, but you couldn't find him anywhere. A lost and confused look plastered onto your face - you were starting to feel overwhelmed as second thoughts rushed through your mind. Deciding that you should just leave you quickly turned on your heel, but you bumped into a soft body, strong yet comforting arms steadied you. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You repeated with a strained voice, shouting out apologies over the loud Blues that reverberated on the wooden walls. 

"It's okay, you alright?" A womanly voice calmly spoke. Your eyes were met with deep mahogany brown irises, her features were beautiful, welcoming. Yet an air of sternness and confidence oozed casually from her as she adjusted her dark blue dress. Her natural hair was done up neatly, framing her face in a way that only enhanced her beautiful features. You couldn't help but to gawk at this woman. Noticing this her smile only soften as she awaited your answer to her question. 

"Oh, um. Yea', I'm okay. Thank you," you choked out, your awkward eyes darting around the room as you peered into the dancing crowd. "Have you seen Bo around?" You added with a bite of your cherry red stained lips - for the first time you were wearing makeup. 

"So, you're her? He's gamblin' with that drunk 'ol fool in the back." She stated, giving you a friendly grin. She turned her head and stopped a man dead in his tracks as he gave her a look that was tinged in nothing but respect.  

"Yes, Annie?" The man asked. 

"Take her to Bo and them, would you?" The woman, now known as Annie, casually said which earned a nod from the man. You gave your thanks to Annie as she winked and disappeared into the crowd. You followed the man, pushing pass people dancing and drinking with apologies falling from your lips, bumping into them accidently. But most of them were either too drunk to care or too busy dancing to notice.  

"Damn, Bo. I thought you said you was good?" A commanding voice boomed, which followed by a chorus of laughter from multiple men. The music wasn't as loud within this hidden room, the muffled hymns were drowned out by lighters flicking, glass bottles clanking, and cocky chuckles coming from each man that huddled together around the small table.  

"I am, but I'm already known' that Slim is cheatin." Bo sighed in annoyance, a cigarette hanged limp between his plump lips as he tossed a card down on the table, stress pulling at his chiseled features and smoke plumed from his mouth with each word he spoke.  

"I ain't cheatin'." A man, who was much older, confidently stated as he took a long swig from his metal flask - licking his lips to taste the alcohol that slipped pass his golden capped teeth.  

"You is." Bo shot back as he took a drag from the cigarette, pulling it from his lips with an index and middle finger, and leisurely blew the smoke into the already thick hazy air.  

"No, I--" 

A sharp wolf whistle cut off the older man's defense, which cause the men to snap their heads towards your direction. The whistle came from the man standing, his hands reaching for the red brimmed hat that rested on his head and placed it over his chest, shielding his well-tailored suit.  

"Ain't you a pretty lil' thang?" He spoke as his dark brown irises slowly ran up and down your body, he was absolutely undressing you with his eyes. You wore a thin silky emerald color dress that loosely hung onto your body - but the soft fabric outlined and accentuated your curves. Your short hair was styled in finger waves, mimicking how women would wear their hair in the many magazines you had hidden away in your bedroom.  

With long mascara covered eyelashes you blinked awkwardly, turning your head to look behind you, confused if the man was talking to you. Bo looked at you with awe, he couldn't recognize you at first but looking deeper at your dolled up face he could see those same beautiful features he'd grown fond of.  

You looked amazing, like a movie star that jumped straight out of the silver screen. 

"Y-You talkin' to me?" You asked the man, pointing at yourself with your head tilting to the side, the dangling silver earing you wore had small green gems, the light catching the dark color - making the jewelry sparkle. The jewelry grazed the warm skin of your bare shoulder as you lulled your head back into its natural position.  

"My, my. And she's humble too," he laughed as he reached his hand out for yours. With sweaty and shaky palms, you placed your hand within the stranger's grasp, it seemed like he didn't care about your drenched soaked palm as he placed a kiss on your trembling hand, the feeling of his moustache lightly tickled your skin. "My name is Stack, baby." He said as he shot you a wide smile, showing off his golden capped teeth that shined under the ember light of the club. But before you could open your mouth Bo quickly cut into the conversation, swatting away the advances Stack was planning on making towards you.  

"Watch yourself - she ain't like that, Stack." Bo hissed tossing his cards on the table, quitting from the game which made Slim smile ear to ear from the easy victory.  

"Why you care, ain't you married?" Stack jested back, his voice dripping with charisma, sending a wink your way after finishing his sentence.  

"Divorced." Bo said curtly. 

Stack raised his hands up in a playful display of defeat, his face twisting in mischief as a chuckle fell from his plump lips.  

"My bad, Bo. I ain't know you like the sistas." Stack chuckled as he pulled the empty chair from the table, claiming his seat as nimble hands collected the scattered cards - preparing to shuffle them for the next game.  

"I ain't know you like 'em either." Bo replied, sitting up from his chair as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, stopping right at the elbows - his cigarette still hanging limply from his mouth.  

This statement earned a raspy roar of laughter from Slim as he clapped his hands together, the sound of his foot stomping made you jump a bit. Stack's once confident persona melted as he shot glares at Slim and Bo, which only made Slim laugh even harder.  

You were oblivious to their 'inside joke'.  

"Whew, you have fun you crazy kids," Slim sighed out, taking another swig from his flask. "And you: get outta ya feelings, boy. Shuffle them cards." The older man places a hard pat on Stack's shoulder, which only made him grunt in annoyance. 

"I think you had too much to drink, old man." Stack seethed as he quickly mixed up the cards in his hands.  

Putting the cigarette out in the ashtray Bo's striking features eased with happiness as he laid his eyes on you. Holding his arm out for you to grab onto, both of you exited the small gambling room - now out on the bustling dance floor. His eyes were trained onto your face as he pulled you closer towards him, the bloom of attraction and arousal tugged within Bo as he bit his lip. 

You were looking damn good tonight. 

"I see why you didn't want me to pick you up - you're somethin' else, you know that?" He smiled, the dimples of his cheeks deepening as you shrugged your shoulders at his words, your eyes gazing at him. He looked handsome as always, but tonight he looked dashing. Noticing his eyes that flicked towards your body, you took a step back to show him your full outfit. 

"You like my dress? I bought it earlier today - I wanted to wear somethin' new." You gushed out and with a twirl you showed him the back of your dress that exposed the bare skin of your back, but you didn't notice Bo's eyes landing straight on your ass that poked against the thin fabric. Sticking his thumb in his belt loop, he adjusted his pants - he really wanted to see what's under that dress - but alas, he wouldn't outwardly say that to you as his own worrying self-conscious crept in.  

Bo wasn't bashful nor shy when it came to intimacy and sex, he was open about his wants and desires. But you were the polar opposite, so he tried his best to keep those lustful thoughts about you to himself, toning the flirty banter down to a minimum. But that was becoming a challenge tonight with how sexy you looked, and it didn't help much that Stack's actions made him a tad bit jealous. 

Bo knew you desired him just as much, but he knows it'll take a while for that shell of yours to crack.  

Low strumming of guitar strings pulled your attention away from Bo, your eyes gazing at the makeshift stage ahead of you, watching a man that was around your age plucked the metal strings of the instrument. With a low hum you noticed the once lively dancefloor coupled up in pairs, while the singles made their way to the bar to fill up on drinks. With a thumb on his bottom lip Bo, smiled at your sudden ramped attention towards the slow music. 

"That's Preacher Boy, he's mighty fine at playin' that guitar," Bo walked forward towards the dance floor with your hand in his. Both your fingers interlocking with each other's. "Care to fancy me a dance?"  

You couldn't do anything but to excitedly nod, the butterflies in your stomach were becoming unbearable. With strong arms Bo held you flush against him, you could feel his lean body through his clothes - both of you swaying to the rhythm of the song. Tough hands rested on the small of your back, his calloused fingers resting dangerously close above your ass. 

You wouldn't mind it if he rested his hand there.  

With threaded fingers he guided your steps, you tripped over yourself for a bit - but you quickly found the rhythm again. Your head rest on his shoulder while he placed his on top of your head, the tender lyrics about love and not wanting to let go echoed through your mind, the lovesick song made your heart swell.  

Bo then pulls away from your body, but only for a bit - he twirled you around, making you giggle at the action and with skillful movements, he pressed your backside onto himself. His hands guided your hips against his and you could feel his growing bulge pressing against your backside. You shiver in delight at the feeling of him pressing against you, his lips also pressing against your ear as he sang along the lyrics - switching some of the words with Mandarin. He was singing the song directly to you. 

Your loins were on fire, and you tried the ease the ache between your legs by grinding yourself onto his stiffening member. Bo took quick noticed of this, his fingers pressing down on your hips as he steadies himself.  

Helping you grind yourself on him. 

Turning around to face him again you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, still pressing yourself firmly on his body. Your lips ghosting over his - he leaned forward in an attempt to close the sliver of space between your lips, but you pulled away with a slight grin that danced across your cherry red lips.  

"Do you think I'm pretty even when I don't look like...This all the time?" You asked him. Though you enjoyed dressing up and doing your make up - a part of you also found comfort in wearing clothes that weren't 'conventionally' for women. You were shy and sometimes you had some bouts of insecurity - but that was every woman. 

You hoped that Bo could understand that.  

"The moment I laid my eyes on you - when you came into my store - I knew then that I wanted you," he paused as his brown eyes stared into yours intensely, every word he spoke made you lose your breath. "You're more than pretty; you're beautiful - gorgeous. Doesn't matter what you got on."  

With quivering lips, you kissed him, Bo's lips were soft, and his kiss was steady as he guided your unskilled mouth against his - deepening the kiss even more. His warm hands trailed over the exposed skin of your back, the feeling of rough fingers made you spiral, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Bo could feel your wetness too - pressing his thigh in between your legs and against your aching core.  

You moaned into his mouth, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life, you needed to feel this man inside you - you were growing desperate to relieve yourself from the intense arousal that bubbled in your core. 

"C'mon, lemme take care of you, baby." Bo whispered.  

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Slipping away from the crowd, you and Bo found an empty room upstairs of the juke, away from prying eyes. The room was dusty, and the air was stale and thick - as if you both were the first people to enter in years. The slow love song that Preacher Boy sang was now replaced with loud, intense melodies and the once tender lyrics now oozed with raunchy double entendres.  

Pressing your back against the wall, Bo's nimble hands ran over your body, stroking and squeezing all of your curves as if his life depended on it - his hands stopping at your breast, cupping them gently through the fabric of your dress. His faced rested within the crook of your neck as his lips sucked at the exposed skin, slightly nipping you with his teeth. Your hands race through his black hair, the strands threading through your fingers as your nails softly scratched at his scalp. 

"You see what you do to me, girl?" He asked as he reached for your hand, placing it over his clothed bulge that strained against his pants. You bit your lip as your fingers rubbed against his hard member, his hips bucking into your hand as you pressed down on his dick.  

"I-I gotta tell you somethin'." 

"What is it, baby?" He asked in between fevered kisses on your neck. 

"I ain't never did this before." You sighed out breathlessly. Kissing and grinding wasn't intimidating to you - you've done that before. 

But sex, actual sex, was a whole different ballpark. You weren't 'saving' yourself for marriage or anything like that; you never had the opportunity to be with anyone sexually. Until now, of course. Bo stopped in his tracks and pulled away from your neck, his eyes that were filled with lust a second ago soften while his hands rested at your sides.  

"...You a virgin?" He asked, which made you whisper out a yes. His eyebrows knitted together as he stared down at you, still pressing himself against your heaving chest. "Sure you want this?" 

"Yea', I'm sure...I like you, Bo. A lot, I wanna do it," you paused - your eyes looking away from him and in attempt to try to break the rising tension from the realization of you never having sex before, you spoke again. "Just be patient with me." 

"I'll be gentle I promise, baby. It's just like dancin', follow my lead - I'll make sure you feel real good." Bo whispered as his hand caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles. Leaning in he kissed you again, but this kiss was different than the last - it was slow and gentle.  

You kissed him back and his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, and you let him. Both of your tongues danced in unison, the taste of cigarette smoke with the hint of peppermint lingered on your mouth with each kiss. His hands reached for the hem of your dress, pulling up the fabric exposing your bare thighs and thin cotton underwear.  

His hand rubbed your leg, stopping at the waistband of your panties, his finger tracing over the band and stopping at the wet spot of the fabric. Slowly his fingers pressed against your clothed clit, rubbing small yet firm circles on the sensitive bud, earning a shallow moan that escaped your chest.  

"Does it feel good, baby?" Bo asked as he continued rubbing your pussy through your panties. You groan out a breathy yes, encouraging him to keep going.  

And he did.  

Your hips bucked against his hand, while his free hand pinched at your right nipple with attentive fingers. The sharp feeling of his pinching sent a wave of pleasure towards your loins and your hands gripped onto his toned biceps. With skillful and experienced hands, he stuck his thumb within the waistband of your soaking underwear, slipping the fabric off your hips towards your already shaking knees, his fingers now rubbing against your exposed pussy.  

"Oh, Bo. T-That feels good." You whimpered as he continued his movements - now picking up speed, making you moan even louder.  

You were glad that the music was blaringly loud. 

"Fuck...You're already so wet." Bo muttered as his fingers swiped across your aching entrance. He was practically straining against his pants, but since this was your first time, he didn't want to rush. He remembered his first time having sex - it wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great either - even so he still looked back on that memory fondly. The feeling of reaching that level of ecstasy sticks to a person and he was honored to be able to help you achieve it. It was daunting knowing that he's your first, but it also lit a fire within him. 

He wanted nothing more but to pleasure you, to make sure that your first time is special. Trailing gentle kisses down your body Bo got on his knees, tugging the panties off of your legs as he did so. Your hands gripped onto the hem of your dress in a tight fist and your eyes followed his every movement. 

"I wanna taste you, baby. Can I taste you?" He asked desperately, his eyes looking up at you as if you were an angel in disguise - as if you were a work of art.  

You nodded your head, but he didn't move. 

"Use your words, sugar."  

"Y-Yes, you can taste me." choked out awkwardly, you never talked dirty to anyone before but the act of doing it only made you hornier. Bo smiled wide at your answer, placing a feather light kiss on your thigh and on your sensitive bud. The feeling of his lips on your pussy made you shiver in excitement and slowly he began to lick you.  

The tip of his tongue skillfully circled your clit, only stopping to drag it across your soaking pussy. He moaned against your core - savoring sweet taste of your juices that filled his mouth. You bucked your hips against his face, riding on his experienced tongue as he continued repeating his movements. 

Chanting out his name with a groan your hands ran through his hair, it took everything within you not to pull at his dark tresses - but the sensation of his tongue lapping up your pussy made your head spin. Working over your core Bo slowly slipped his middle finger inside of you, stopping at the second joint in case you couldn't take the feeling. To your surprise the feeling of his finger inside you didn't hurt; in fact, it felt amazing - it felt heavenly.  

Careful and slow he moved his hand, pressing the finger in and out of your pussy as his lips sucked at your swollen and sensitive clit. Lulling your head to the side you rocked your hips to match the pace of his hand, biting your lip as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Bo then added another finger which made you squeeze your thighs against the sides of his head, holding his head in place with a vice grip.  

His middle and ring finger worked your over your core, the digits now fully inside of you. Picking up the pace with his fingers your pussy, guttural moans turned into high pitched groans as your left hand scratched at the wall behind you. An unfamiliar yet intense feeling tingled at your core, and something within you desperately needed the feeling to be alleviated. It was as if Bo read your mind and his tongue swirled over your clit and within an instant a wave of euphoria crashed into you as a loud cry fell from your lips, your body shaking intensely like a leaf in the wind.  

You came. 

Bo's mouth pulled away from your dripping pussy, he didn't want to overwhelm you as his now slick fingers lightly stroked your tender button, easing you through your orgasm.  

"Just like that, baby. You got it...Good job, great job." He praised. Looking down at him Bo's chin and the collar of his shirt was soaked with your juices, and it slightly embarrassed you with just how wet you truly were. But that feeling of embarrassment quickly dissipated when he stood up again, his lips crashing into yours - kissing you with fever.  

You could taste yourself on his tongue, with shaky hands you locked your fingers together at the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Something about tasting you on his swollen lips made your pussy tingle with a need to be filled again. 

"Bo...I-I need you."  

"I need you too." He whispered back between kisses. Your hand reached for the buckle of his belt, fumbling over your own fingers as you tried to free him from his pants. Bo held your hands in his, guiding them in unbuckling the belt.  

Finally, being able to free himself from his belt, he led your hand in his pants. You could feel just how hard he was. His member was thick and heavy and feeling the warmth of it on the palm of your hand made your mouth water in the anticipation of him fucking you. Pulling his pants off his waist, Bo's dick sprung free.  

With strong hands he lifted you up from under your arms, making you gasp. Following his lead, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he pressed his lean body against yours, pressing you on the wall to steady yourself. Your sweaty forehead rested on his as you both watched him stroke himself, pumping his dick with his hand, precum making a natural lubricant.  

With cloudy eyes you watched Bo lining himself towards your aching core he slowly entered you, his head rested on your hot and sweat slicked shoulder and the feeling of his cock entering your tight pussy almost made the man topple over. He was stretching you out and the raw sting of pain mixed with pleasure crashed into you like a tidal wave, your nails clung onto Bo's shirt, scratching at his skin through the cotton fabric.  

"Shh, it's okay, I got you." Bo reassured as he paused the movement of his hips - resting his cock inside of you - allowing both of your bodies to adjust to each other. You were so tight, so warm, so wet. It felt like he'd just stumbled into heaven, and it took everything in him not to buck his hips until you were ready. With a nod of your head, you signaled him to continue, your tense muscles melted as he placed a long kiss on your jaw as he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth, fucking into you as softly as he could.  

High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each thrust he made, and his thumb rubbed small and supportive circles over the skin of your thighs that wrapped around his hips, grounding you and easing the tense muscles within your legs. Bo began chanting your name, telling you how good you felt, and asking you if he felt good inside you too.  

The pain of his cock inside of your once unexplored sex subsided and was now replaced with nothing but pleasure. You moaned against his plump lips as he groaned out curses in Mandarin at the sensation of your pussy squeezing around his member; his hips thrusting into you rapid but steady pace. 

"Bo, I think I'm almost..." 

"I'm almost there too." Bo mumbled as he rested his forehead onto yours and with a few more thrusts you felt the familiar feeling of a knot formed within your abdomen and with shaking legs your mouth hanged open slack as a silent scream pushed through your convulsing body - the high of reaching your orgasm made you hold Bo in a vice grip.  

He cursed in pleasure as his own orgasm crept up on him, backing away from your tight grip with strong arms he pulled himself out of you, pumping his cock within his hand until he reached his climax - coming in his hand as he rested his head on your shoulders, your eyes watching him stroke himself. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air as your head spin from experiencing your second orgasm. 

Your sweaty body leaned against the wall and with a deep sigh Bo steadied his breathing, rolling his shoulders as your eyes met with his. You noticed a bit of blood that was in his hand and the odd sensation of slick clung on your inner thighs, putting two and two together you looked away from him, embarrassment blooming within your already racing heart. But before you could blurt out an apology, Bo kissed your lips - pulling you out of your self conscious state.  

"That's normal for your first time. It's okay, baby." He reassured. Cleaning you and himself up with a small cotton handkerchief, you jumped at the soft fabric rubbing against your sensitive sex, which earned a sympathetic chuckle from Bo. 

"Hopefully next time we do it we'll have a bed. My back hurts..." You whispered as your hand pressed on the small of your back, getting fucked against a hard wall feels good in the moment, but you know you'll be stiff as a board the following morning.  

"Next time?" Bo asked as a mischievous grin tugged at his lips.  

"I-I mean if you want--" 

"I'll make sure we'll have a bed, and besides I promised you a massage, remember?" He smiled and you smiled back at him. After getting cleaned up, you and Bo rejoined the bustling crowd of the juke joint, hand in hand. 

You were counting down the minutes until your next 'encounter' with him - and so was he. 

[bluudsucka]

reblog cause i’m proud of this fic - one of the first few i’ve written haha this is so cute i gotta get into my fluff bag again for sure (also i miss bo chow, like omg)

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This😡😡😡

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And Wunmi’s

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RANT -

if a white man winning an award for a mediocre performance in a flop movie that came out damn near two weeks ago doesn’t show you just how racially biased the media STILL is then idk what will.

mbj worked his ass off, so much so that people on this app adores his performance as the twins. (people even have a PREFERRED twin, that goes to show how skilled he is as an actor that we could differentiate between smoke and stack without doing too much).

anyway congrats to miles caton for best young actor! excited to see him in future works congrats to ryan cooglar for winning best original screen play too. the movie soo damn good it got me writing fanfiction for it loll 🤎🤎🤎

- ay

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Not Everything Is A Game

sammie fic

Sammie x Reader

summary: you had been stressed with finals week, after your last final of the day, the one Sammie has been helping you study for, all you wanted to do is have your boyfriend praise you and give you attention. it seems like he’s busy on the game though, unless you distract him.

warnings: word count 4.3k, a bit of pouty, impatient reader! smut, thigh riding, p in v, teasing, masturbation, praise, needy!blackfemreader, pet names, dirty talk minors do not interact

a/n: i’m annoyed with myself how long it took me to get this out tbh (quite literally get this outttt of my drafts neowwwww) but i hope you enjoy it my lovelies, enjoy !!

this past week, you have been studying your ass off for finals, you were zoned in on your studies, and sammie helped you study for your chem final, quizzing you on vocab and practice questions. today was the day you took it, and you were confident; you studied everything you possibly could from the semester.

the classroom was crowded. the air heavy with suspense and the scent of number 2 pencils. you took a moment for yourself a steady breath to ground yourself. you remember all of sammie's practice questions all the reviews you did and the all-nighters you pulled. you moved through the final with confidence, you were focused as you had a pen and pencil, the scratching of the pen was the finality of your exam.

once you left there was a weight that was lifted off. the drive home was a relief. your mind finally able to take a break.

as you entered back into your shared apartment with sammie, you didn't hear much of anything, just the door you opened creaked. the apartment always had a soft glow to it, a peaceful and warm feel.

sammie doesn't hear you, how could he hear you when he has his headset on, door closed and talking to his friends. you sigh taking your shoes off and placing your purse on the holder.

you made your way upstairs into your shared room and as you entered the room you saw him, on the edge of the bed, his elbows leaning on his knees, he's hunched over a bit. wearing a black t-shirt and some plaid red and black pants, he looked comfortable, you thought. his headphones are on, just the one on the right pushed past his ear so he can hear what's going on around him.

you never got tired of looking at him, not really, he looked concentrated, his head turned to you as he heard the bedroom door open.

he looked at you briefly giving a light smile.

"hey baby, how was the final? he asked in a low smooth voice.

you give a light smile as you reply "I'm confident, baby, i believe i did good, all that shit you questioned me on was on the final.

he is nodding, but he isn't really listening. You can tell because you see and hear the PS5 controller clicking rapidly.

his head turns back to the game just as fast, talking in the mic "damn nigga, relax, I'm playing, don't worry about me, what you need to do is loot up, i got my shit."

a soft smile tugging at your lips as you headed toward the dresser, as you gather some comfy clothes, you leaned over to Sammie, pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek. he looked up as his eyes were bright and he caught your hand, gently pulling you closer, you knew what he wanted; he wanted a real kiss, and that is what you'd give him.

and just for a moment, the game was forgotten when your lips danced, until you heard his friend through the headset.

"nigga, i don't wanna hear all that mackin in my ear!" his friend yelled on the mic.

you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckling lightly, sammie grinned a bit shy, you leave him to play his match, making sure you had your clothes out before you headed to the bathroom.

as you head to the bathroom, turning the warm water on, the steam began to fill the room, fogging up the mirrors, giving it that sauna feel you loved. stepping into the shower felt like your own therapeutic time, the shower felt as if it was washing away all the stress of the exams that are now finally over, the late-night study session and all the tension that has been building up during this finals week, finally being released.

you started with your unscented soap, followed by your favorite body wash. any self care process was a time you cherished, the tension gradually leaving your body as the water ran down it.

once you were done, feeling all fresh and clean, you stepped out and patted yourself dry. back in the bedroom, Sammie is screaming at his friends. as you enter the bedroom the cool air hits your skin and you grab your lotion and light perfume and begin to moisturize.

after spraying your perfume you got into your nice, soft lounge clothes.

feeling all fresh and clean, you climbed onto the bed, crawling behind Sammie and draping your arms around his chest, leaning your chin on his shoulder. you can feel him smile, he tilted his head and pressing a sweet kiss on your arm.

you whisper into his ear, the ear that has the headset pushed to the side, that isn't covered by his headset.

"baby, how long you been on the game for?"

you watch his fingers moves on the controller, as he talks "uhhh, not long baby just a couple hours"

you nod as you hear his response, his focus remained locked on the screen, you leaned in and press a loving kiss on his neck, lightly whispering, "I've been missing you".

you hear his breath hitch, the clicking and movements of the controller slow down, he falters only for a moment, as he tried his hardest to focus on the match he was playing.

you take notice that he hasn't completely been swayed from the game, you need to switch things up, you sigh scooting over to sit right beside him, pulling one knee up to your chest and the other hanging at the end of the bed.

you wait a while because you know when he says "he's only been playing for a couple of hours," it's always way longer than that, he just wanted to continue playing.

so you stay patient and watch.

a small pout begins to form on your lips, as it's been a while now. 2 hours to be exact, and all you have been doing was watching him play and talk to his friends, you watch his avatar running and shooting with his friends, you loved video games too, you played them yourself, but you wanted his attention.

even when he is locked in, you can't help but admire and adore him, how the focused glow of the screen highlights the sharp lines of his jaw and makes his eyes sparkle more than they normally do. he looked fine as hell.

you look at him his face concentrated and contour and you smile he looks handsome as hell, and you let him know that too.

"you're so handsome," you murmured, your voice low but you know he would hear, as your nails scratch the back of his neck lightly.

he lets out a breath "thank you, baby".

the tension in his shoulders drop a little

he hears your tone the looseness in your voice, the need.

you drape one leg over his legs and kiss his ear, whispering things into his ear.

he covers his mic with hand.

"baby, chill" his voice low, strained a bit like he is holding back, he pleaded lightly but his eyes were still on the screen.

that isn't what you wanted, you wanted him looking at you.

"want you, bad" you murmured quickly and pressing a soft kiss onto his ear, knowing that would get some reaction.

you hear a groan escape him, his grip on the controller tightens, you don't hear what his friends are saying but you hear them talking and laughing through the headset, it seems like his homeboys demanded his focus, he moved to concentrate, he scoots away from you, creating a gap you didn't like.

that stung, a deep pout forming a bit of hurt claiming you.

"fine, have your game then not your girlfriend who wants and needs your attention." you say

he goes to speak to you but instead he responds to his friends saying "guys. guys move round back i'm coming, that motherfucka who killed me, he's hiding in that building let's get his ass"

weeks of exhausting finals and studying, you didn't want him as a tutor anymore. you didn't just want his presence, you wanted his true undivided attention. his arms around you, you wanted to sit on his lap and ride him, you would take anything at this point.

you wanted his cock in you or in your mouth, you didn't care, you want his hands on your face, his lips on yours, you wanted to be touched. you wanted to hear him say that he was proud of you and all of your hard work. you wanted his cock in every way, your stomach doing flips, and your soaked just at the thought, your pussy pulsating with need.

if he was so busy, you have to find another way to draw it out of him or deal with it, find the release you were looking for; you have to raise the bar to get him to break.

so you try again but this time it would be different.

as you make your way back to him, your chest pressed to his back, you watch him play the game and kiss his neck, but this time your hand was moving, caressing his chest, and your hands slowly make there was to his waistband

"he-hey baby what's-" he tries to question, but you aren't having any of it

"shhh, keep playing the game like you were before, keep talking to your friends, since you wanna be on the game so bad". you tell him sternly whispering in his ear , as you lick the shell of his ear.

he inhales, clearing his throat trying to ignore the feeling of your hand going down his pants and feeling the outline of his dick.

you rest your head on his shoulder as you watch him play, while your hand makes his way into his boxers.

he moves the mic away from his lips turning his head to you "b-baby, cmon this ain't fair i'm playing the-"

"and continue to play" you smile pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

you wrap your hand around him. around the base of his dick

you hear the inhale he takes as he moves the mic back to his lips, hesitating to speak as you begin to move your hand slowly around his, feel the heft in your hand, you can feel him throbbing just a bit, and you can't lie that it puts a smile on your face.

he hasn't said a word, but you hear the muffled voice of his friends talking on his headphones.

you feel his chest inhale sharply has your hand begins to move faster.

"baby, i think your friends are talking to you answer them, think you need to move in the game you have been afk for a minute"

his breath shudders, you kiss his ear, the one that isn't covered by the headphone.

"l-last round guys" he announces in the mic he says clearing his throat trying to mask the noises he really wants to let out.

you smile, you continue to stroke him faster, feel him completely hard now and you ask him, you know just to tease him and get on his nerves

"last round, already?? there is three more to go, keep playing baby, play for me" you whisper, giving light kisses on his ear as you feel a little spot of pre cum forming on his tip, you move it around the head of him and he groans.

"uh- t-they are one me, the enemy is close- b..by" he lets out a weak call out to his friends.

"all i wanted was some time baby, but you were busy playing the game" you say as before you lick his ear "wanted time but you were busy on the game talking to your friends"

he nods, trying to turn his head over his shoulder to reach your lips and kiss you. you move back just a bit, not all the way, just enough that he can't reach your lips anymore, as they remained puckered, he frowns.

you put your hand under his chin and redirecting his focus back on the screen.

his hips jerk slighty trying to meet the thrust of your hand.

you won't let him cum. not like this. you just wanna get him started, you want him close.

you loosen the grip on your dick and get off the bed, moving in front of him, slowly going on your knees.

his eyes are practically begging you not to, you can tell by the way his eyebrows scrunch up. but you know from how he was throbbing in your hand and how he his breath quickened, you know he wants it.

you smiles as you caress his thigh, leaving sweet kisses on his thighs as you look up at him.

a devious smile on your face.

you hold him at the base of his dick and stroke lightly, as you kiss the tip and you feel the throb in your hand, his head down now looking at you, as your eyes lock you move forward your mouth completely swalling him, he groans, not talking as his hands barely move on the controller and his eyes are closed.

you slip out of his mouth and he sighs, a whine leaves his mouth. his mic still on. you looked at him and then turned back to the tv to see his avatar barely moved from where you last saw it.

"what? you done playing?" you ask innocently

his jaw clenches. and take a frustrated sigh, dick hard as hell throbbing as he clears his throat and talks into the mic

you stand up and straddle his thigh kissing his ear that isn't covered "mmm baby, tell me im a good girl". as you kiss his ear. "i wanna hear it, i've been missin you and i come home and your on the game, not paying attention to me"

sammie lets out a heavy exhale as he is having a hard time listening to his friends on the game, and you in his other ear, whispering to him how much you need him, and his dick, how badly you ached for him.

you begin to grind on his thigh.

"baby, please i missed you too i just-" his words die in his throat as he feels the wetness between your thigh.

“sammie i need you, please” you plead, kissing his neck

you lift your knees and grind on his thigh, you feel the flex of his muscles and you gasp, causing your back to arch and grind more. He throws his headset off and turns the game off, his hands immediately grabbing on ass.

“i got you baby, you need to use me? go ahead” he kisses you, his lips meeting yours and moving your hips against his thigh.

“you just couldn’t wait could you?” your hand slips around his dick, stroking him.

your head drops with your mouth parting, gasping.

“take these panties off” sammie groans as he is already pulling them down for you and you lift your hips, removing your soaked panties.

now your bare already wet clit is making contact with his flexed thigh and you hiss “ooou shit”

“mmmm, you’re so wet baby, these panties soaked and you just all wet for me”

all you could do was nod as you felt the pressure building up inside of you.

“stop that nodding shit, you wanted my attention so now i’m giving it to you, talk to me, answer me baby,” he says with a smile on his face as he move your hand from his dick, replacing his own hand.

“nnnggghh, i don’t know what you want me to say!” you whine as your hips move sloppier.

a devious smile creeps on his face “bout that final. how was it tell me what you remember?” he asks seeing the pout on my face

“no, t-that’s too much work” tears prick into your eyes. this was not a part of your plan. you did not want to think right now. you wanted to fuck.

“you’re my sweet. smart girl right? you got it” his sweet voice encouraging you as always

you don't answer as the words die from the pressure being stirred in your lower belly. your hips moving on there own. sammie watches you and sees that you are close, he places his hands on your waist, seeing that you aren't truly listening to him.

"baby, i want you to answer these questions for me, while you grind on me, you don't have to pleasure me right now this about you. can you do that for me?" he asked with a light smile on his face and his dick that throbbed.

"yes i can, please i'll be good, but i wanna please you too" you promise as you kiss him.

you hiss as he lifts you to straddle him fully now, your knees on the sides of his waist as he makes you hover over him lining you up with him.

"please-"

his hands find your clit as he rolls it "shhh, how does surface area influence reaction rate?"

your eyebrows furrow as he traced circles on your clit, your hands find his shoulders, you clench, you take his shirt off, and take your own off, throwing them somewhere behind you.

"what?" you ask confused on why he is asking your chem questions right now. at a time like this. where you are practically dripping on his fingers down to his dick.

"you heard me pretty, how does surface area influence reaction rate?" he asks again as his neck cranes to look up at you, watching your face

"uh, by increasing the surface area of reactant molecules, we increase the space or point of contact that the molecules have avaliab-"

he moves your hips down, as he eases only the tip into you, he knows what he's doing and he's getting a rise out of it.

"gimme" is all you can say. no, no, not say beg.

"finish the answer" he simply tells you as he is looking down at only his tip that has entered you.

you think quickly on what you were saying "um, ummmm, oh oh that the molecules have available to interact, that causes an increase in the rate o reaction!"

you know the answer is right and you want your reward.

you slam down onto him.

he groaned, "fuuucckkkk, baby," his hands immediately wrapping around you, caressing your back.

the sounds were obscene you heard how wet you were and you just didn't care.

"fuck, baby slow down, question fa-fu-for you, h-how does a -catalyst speed up a-ch-emical reaction?." sammie chokes out trying to focus on his question and the feeling of him inside you.

he holds your hips down making you sit down on his dick, taking him fully, you stay there for a moment needing to adjust to him.

"i wanna fuck, not answer questions i already took my final already" you whine kissing him, trying to lift your hips that he has pinned down to him"

"ffuck ! ok okayyy! uh a catalyst-" shit what do they do?? "umm they speed up a chemical reaction by f-finding an alternate pathway with a lower activation energy?' you answer, you answered as a question, not as confident in yourself.

sammie looks at you, his eyebrow quirking up and head tilting a little. "you sure? you don't sound so sure baby?

you lean your head on his shoulder, trying to level your body to get some friction and you hear the chuckle that leaves him

"baby, you sure that's the right answer? you ain't sound so sure?" he questions again, as he pecks your neck

he knows you get silent when you're thinking so he gives you a minute.

"okay okay!" you never liked feeling rushed, mixed with the pressure of him in you and him questioning you, its overwhelming.

"it finds the alternate pathway but with a higher activation energy?" you aren't sure, you just wanted to move at this point.

he lifts you up. holding you in his arms until your back meets the bed and he leaves your briefly but quickly returns. his dick filling you up deep inside. as is on top of you.

"ffuuck!" you exclaimed

"what did i say about second guessing yourself baby?" he looks you in your eyes as if he isn't fucking the shit out of you.

"not to" you quickly answer "i'm sorry, i'm sorry"

a smile finds his lips as his hips never stopping meeting yours, "i love you baby, my smart princess and i know you did good on your final, you were right the first time about the lower activation energy. never doubt yourself"

"you are so beautiful, so smart, fuck baby you feel so good" he praises you as he pound into you, causing your breast to jiggle just a bit but all you could truly hear was the praises he was whispering in your ear and the squelching sound he was making your pussy sound.

"s-sammie shhiit, i love you, i'm- mmmm gonna hngh!!, gonna cum baby!"

"i love you too, that's my pretty girl" he growls, as he spreads your legs wider and panting with need.

"mmmfucck, baby," you whine, with tears streaming down. your senses feel overstimulated, your clit, the sounds and sammie groaning in your ear.

"you gonna cum?, yeahhh, you bout to cum ain't you?." he growls with a grin on his face.

the pressure and pace is fast.

"you feel so good baby, this that smart pretty pussy feels like huh?" he mumbles under your breath, his tone has changed, its not even talking to you, he's talking to her. your pussy

"making all those noises cumming for me" he whispers.

"mmmphh" whimpering as you take everything he gives you "i feel you, you are so deep."

he kisses you, "c'mon, cum for me, you 're so messy look at all that." as he has one hand near your head, he takes his other hand and his finger makes his way towards your clit again. causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

"you wanted my attention, baby, now look at yourself can't even take it," he pants.,

he wasn't far behind himself "shhiitt" he groans as his hips finally begin to slow down.

his lips meet yours again, and his lips meet your hairline causing you to smile.

"t-thank you baby" you manage to say as are catching your breath, he gives a weak nod, slowly pulling out of you.

"anytime baby," he says as his back hits the mattress, and he lies beside you.

"even on the game?" you ask with a playful smirk.

sammie chuckles, shaking his head, letting out a huff of breath. "even on the game" as he lightly kisses your forehead.

you give him a knowing smirk and press a final kiss on his cheek. you move closer to lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat. as you guys lay there for a while, catching your breath. the room was in a comfortable silence.

until you heard it ???

a faint, tinny tiny sound, it sounded tiny, muffled person almost.

you lift your head off of his chest, trying to listen to what the sound could be. as you tap sammie's bare chest, needing his attention on the matter, he peeks one eye open, looking at you, he mumbles, "what is it?". with a sense of relaxation in his voice.

with nothing else to say, you look around the room and get up from the bed and stare at the floor, no, no not the floor, what he threw on the floor, you pointed a shaky hand to his headset on his. sammie sees your face and grows concerned, as he gets up and looks at what you are pointing too.

you hear the muffled voices you thought sounded like angry smurfs were his friends he were talking to when he was playing the game.....on his headset.

you slowly look at him with a horrified expression on your face, and whisper, "sammie.. do you think they heard? did you ever mute?

sammie practically stared at the headset like it was a live grenade. "only one way to find out" he looks at you and picks up his headset, pressing one side to his ear and the mic to his mouth.

"yoo?" he says into the mic. wondering.

the sudden burst of his friends talking all at one. "we heard every damn thing since we've been playing." one of his friends say.

your eyes widen and you cover your mouth in embarrassment. wishing the floor would swallow you up right then and there.

sammie's jaw drops as he drags a hand over his face. "then why" he groaned into the mic "didn't y'all just leave the voice chat?!"

you hear one of his friends yell "well maybe you fucking forgot, but you are the party leader!!", he informs sammie "your avatar has been running into a wall the entire time, and we have called your phone and screamed for y'all, we ain't need to listen to the porno so we just turned our mics down and screamed until you guys would hopefully notice!"

one of his friends eric voice chimed in with a laugh "nigga y'all nasty as fuck, talking bout some chem, nahhhh y'all doing anatmoy and shit."

you groaned as you took a pillow and stuffed your face into it, wanting to hide. sammie turned his headphones off and returned to you, shaking his head and lying down.

you felt the bed dip just a bit as his body hit the bed, letting out a sigh as he shook his head, he looked over at you as your face was hidden in the pillow, he let out a bit of a chuckle.

"well at least they got a show" sammie joked shrugging his shoulders.

you turn to him slowly and smack him with the pillow, as you hear his full-hearted laugh pulling from him.

a/n & taglist:

i don’t know whyyyyyyy, this shii took me forever and a day! i was soo annoyed i stayed up at 3am adding more stuff to the end..i think that’s my problem 😭. but y’all let me know what y'all think.

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[bluudsucka]

i’m a simple girl: i see a quality sammie moore fic in my tl i LIVE!! this is so teaa! (and his ass knew to mute that mic too damn busy being a freaky frog lmaoo) you did that suh!

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[migosis]

Let it Drip

Imagine: dom!Erik buys his girl Asha new titties and now he thinks he owns them. This is a head canon that turned into... more.

Erik x Black!bimbo!OC

Warnings: Smut, D/s, bimbofication vibes, spit play, sub space, degradation, objectification, orgasm denial, consensual ownership.

- One day Asha casually expressed that she is thinking about getting a breast augmentation. Erik asked nonjudgemental, open-ended questions before his tone turned serious: “Just know, I love every inch of you. You ask me before you alter any part of you, do you understand?”

- Once she was healed, he only bought her open cup lingerie sets for the following three months. He jokingly insisted she didn't need to replace all of her bras, “cause you ain't gonna be wearing them that often.”

- His words worship her, as he nuzzles his head on her chest: "You was perfect before, now you immaculate."

- He nips and suckles on her at night. Both of them find comfort in it and swear it helps them fall asleep better.

-In the beginning Asha is self-conscious about how visible her nipples are through her shirts. Growing up, she learned that it was attention seeking behavior and unladylike.

“The whole reason you wanted to do this was so you feel more like yourself. Fuck what their version of a lady is.”

- He doesn't give a fuck about other men or women ogling her when she wears see through tops. The confidence she was starting to exude only made his dick harder. His woman being wanted turned him on, perhaps enough to lend her, but not to share.

-Erik and Asha cuddle up under a thick blanket. Real cozy-like: vanilla candle flickering, Love Jones playing, warm apple cider in hand. Mindlessly, his fingers hot from his mug, drift under her shirt, cupping her breast, thumb flicking gently against her nipple. Asha’s skin is his own blanket of serenity.

- “I think these thick nipples need some diamonds in them.” He teases her for being scared of needles, even after going under the knife.

- She lays flat when she rides him, letting her nipples bristle against his keloids. He thrusts deeper, unafraid to let out a toe curling moan, a reward for knowing exactly what he likes and using him as she pleases.

- His favorite accessory to adorn her with isn't a pair of earrings or a tennis bracelet. It's nipple clamps and clothes pins.

- Her eyes are big and sad when Erik finishes on her tits, because she still craves to feel him leak down her throat. He scoops the remnants from her chest, and lifts his finger to her lips so she can taste him as an apology: “Aw, my bad, pretty girl. Let's just make sure this don't go to waste then.”

- She writhes under the hot wax Erik pours over her torso, breasts, and inner thighs. After her body is coated, he makes her edge while he watches, as if the scorch wasn’t enough. His raspy voice says, “Fuck that pussy harder for me. Make these juicy ass titties bounce.” He fists his dick, abs contracting with each thrust. Ropes of cum splatter on her tits, rising and falling with each breath. Tears slide down Asha’s temples, when he ruthlessly rejects her pleas to cum with him.

- Don't let him walk in while she’s sitting at her vanity. He sees it as an open invitation for him to cling to her like a magnet. He moves her hair aside to slightly tighten his hands around her neck— a gentle reminder of who owns her.

Camisole straps are stripped from her shoulders.

The task she was doing is suddenly finished.

In the mirror he notices everything.

Her shoulders drop, the tension of the day floating adrift as she dissolves into him. There's a small part in her lips and her neck tilts just enough for his lips to connect. But he is patient. He waits for her body to hum for him. Until he kneads her flesh thoroughly, til her nipples protrude, til her breath is shallow.

His touch is rough, but his mouth will be pillow soft on her neck soon enough. The thought makes her cheeks flush. Asha wants softness, always-- it’s a departure from his rugged nature that makes it so much sweeter.

"What's the matter, hm?" More whimpers.

"Erik,” she said, voice low and sultry, “you know what you're doing." No need to play coy, that was her lane.

“Nah, you know what the fuck you doing. Walking around in these skimpy ass clothes.”

“It's hot outside.”

“You ain't outside, are you?”

“No, I'm inside.”

“You dress like this just to tempt me.”

“...no, it's because I like it.”

“You saying you like looking like a slut?”

“yes I— no!” she huffed, “you're confusing me.”

“It's aight, turn it off, princess. That brain of yours deserves to be empty. Just for a lil bit, okay?”

The words are light on his lips, spoken with an air of clout that couldn’t be challenged.

Without a thought, she nods in agreement. Trembling fingers grasp the vanity, as if the wetness between her thighs would make her slide right off the stool.

The mirror reflected arched brows, glossy lips, and a perfect roller wrap; her shimmery bronze skin, prodded by strong hands, being escorted into a deep well of mindlessness.

Her nipples cinch between his fingers, tight and helpless.

He pinched. “Just tell me, where you want me to touch you next?"

"Hmmph, fuck— anywhere." His hands didn’t move. That wasn’t specific enough.

Asha leans forward, lifting her itty bitty skirt over her hips and repositions the stool underneath her. A sigh made of gratitude and relief left her lips.

She sat tall on the rounded edge of the seat like it was her throne. One. Two. Three rocks of her hips before the alignment was perfect, flicking the meaty flesh, back and forth.

“Ooh shit, keep touching me. Tell me how pretty I look.” Asha blinks slowly at him in the mirror.

He looked down to his hands attempting to contain her ample breasts, but they were so full they spilled out of his hands. “I love all your fucking angles baby.”

“Needy lil pussy, ain't it? You like making your own pussy cum?”

Juices smacking. Lower lips spreading open resembling butterfly wings. Rubbing. Fucking herself swollen. She loved this shit.

“Fuck, yes.” Erik's hand fists her hair, tilting her head back. A groan pierces the air, leaving her jaw hanging open before she bites her lips between them.

“Plump ass lips can't get no better,” he muttered, “keep ‘em open, act like you know somethin’.”

Body heat swarmed around her. Any closer and they'd be kissing.

Erik was freaked out. His offerings came with appetizers.

Dutifully, her tongue presented itself, and he served her delicious stream straight from his lips. Then his lips, full and taunting, were on her, tongue leading a nasty exploration of her mouth.

A drizzle spilled on her chin.

Asha started to wipe it away, but followed his voice instead, “Don't. Let it drip.”

There was a chill in his voice that made goose bumps spread over her skin, even though her skin glistened with sweat.

Mercy.

I'm gonna cum so fucking hard.

I need it, I need it, please I need it.

Feels so good, I need to be stuffed.

This pussy wants to be owned.

I am such a slut for this. A needy, brainless slut. Fuck!

Asha, upright again felt dick pressing into her back, sending jolts down her spine. As soon as Asha came, she'd be ready to fuck. Whatever position he wanted as long as it was relentless. She wanted to rub her clit in circles while he fed her long strokes that knocked against her womb. Let him admire the way her pink, gemmed acrylics matched the shine she left on his dick.

Erik's eyes were dark and expecting in the mirror. A moan left her lips with each push and pull of her now slippery breasts.

She bore down, trying to gain friction lost from all the cream pooling on the stool. The sticky sounds. The weight of her heavy tits swaying. Erik spectating. It all demands her attention at once. Her clit was under duress.

Asha’s eyes flickered between his face and her majestic figure in the mirror. The curve in her back wasn't so subtle anymore. The makeup and hair utensils on the vanity clattered under her movements. Empty eyes stared back at Erik. He watched intently as her eyes crossed, a signal her mind was gone, far from this room.

His dick was spasming in his jeans.

“Cum. Cum, you slut,” he spat.

She didn't hear him the first time, hearing vanquished by a high pitched ringing.

The room turned on its side.

Everything that left her lips was jumbled.

Erik caught her when her hips stopped chasing.

She sat sideways. She couldn't sit straight. Not when the aftershocks struck through her like lightning.

Her thighs clasped like the orgasm that ripped through her could somehow be contained.

Erik soothed her. Now, he could press his lips in the crook of her neck. No sooner has he sensed her disintegrating and in need of something soft to tether to.

“Erik!” She gasped like waking from an unpleasant dream. In just those two simple syllables of his beloved name, her voice conveyed both uncertainty and deep longing.

“You scared?” She nodded, searching his eyes in the mirror.

His arms completely enveloped her upper body from behind. Asha was practically naked while he was fully clothed. “I'm right here. Just breathe for me.”

“I don't know where I went—”

His tongue traced her ear, “All sluts go to heaven, baby.”

He pulled her shirt up, covering her chest like they weren't hot missiles that just aided her destruction.

Erik placed the straps back where they belong.

He brushed her long bang behind her ear and wiped her mouth. Primped her like a baby doll. Took care of her like a baby doll.

“Your head clear now, or are you still confused princess?” Her eyes gleamed, caressing his forearms.

“Ask me later… after you use me, like a toy.

I wanna get lost again.”

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authors note: friend, stop looking at me like that. i'm clutching my pearls too. me as my finger hovers over the post button:

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[bluudsucka]

“All sluts go to heaven, baby” omgggg that line made me SCREAM!! ahh we def need more black bimbos in fics - this was really cute how supportive erik is with asha, need a nigga like that desperately you did that suh 😩😩

[bluudsucka]

pleasure over matter - smoke m. x fem!reader

summary: you live for pleasure; smoke lives for discipline. the total opposite, you both argue endlessly, though the pull between the two of you were undeniable. smoke believes that his feelings for you was a burden he wouldn't allow - that was until one night you pushed him too far. decided to confront you, his carefully built restraint comes crumbling down, and your blunt honesty forces him to confess what he could no longer deny: he needed you, completely...

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, oral sex (m! and f!receving), unprotected sex, slight!dom!reader, slight!sub!smoke, switch!smoke, enemies to lovers, pet names, praise kink, porn with minimal plot, language

author's note: i deadass went into a flow state writing this even tho it took weeks lmaoo, it's been too long since i posted a proper fic and shockingly i never wrote for smoke (if you read that other smoke fic no you didn't) but yay! it's finally done, as a stack girl i lowkey kinda love writing for smoke now, so like...expect more smoke fics! anyway thank ya'll so much for the support <3

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Everyone had their secrets, the kind of secrets that would never see the light of day, taking them to the grave. Some inconsequential, most embarrassing, while the majority were downright depraved – seeped in pure desire and lust that even just thinking about them would cause anyone to atone. You, on the other hand, lived life with no hesitation; you were an open book and lived without shame, without secrets. A paragon of pleasure you had vowed to yourself to always satisfy your deepest fantasies and desires; it didn’t matter how big or small your wants were you were always determined to fulfill them.

Others envied your outlook on life while others admired it, but alas you didn’t care. Smoke on the other hand couldn’t stand you the first time you crossed paths. A man who took pride in being disciplined and stoic, often sacrificing his own desires for the ‘greater good’. You scoffed at this each and every time he would tell you this, his words heavy and filled in judgment.

He truly couldn’t comprehend your outlook on life.  

He viewed you as nothing more but a person who was enslaved by their own flesh while you viewed him as prude who thought too highly of himself. Yet when you both argued with each other, you could see a spark behind his deep brown eyes, the same spark you have when seeing something you liked. There was no denying that Smoke was fine as hell, a wall of well-trained yet soft muscles; his powerful arms with thick biceps always caught your attention especially when he would subconsciously flex his arms when moving about. Not to mention you adored his dimples, he rarely smiled but when he spoke certain words or gave you sideways glares, they’ll bloom on his beautiful face. You wanted to press your lips against them, kissing lower until you reached his jaw, broad shoulders, and stopping at his adam’s apple that would stiffen with each word he spoke.  

And that damn voice... 

So deep and powerful; you were a sucker for southern accents, and he had a thick one. It was smooth like molasses, sweet on your ears like honey, and made your entire body sizzle like standing in the summer sun. Sure, the words shared between you weren’t as friendly, but you could honestly hear this man talk for hours if he’d let you. Sometimes you would piss him off just a bit to hear him giving you a stern chewing out – you always had to clench your thighs together and pretend not to be so damn turned on by his chastising. The attraction was mutual, but Smoke wouldn’t confess this to anyone, not even himself at one point. You were beautiful – no, gorgeous. The kind of beauty men would go to war for, you were temptation in the flesh, and Smoke knew if he would even entertain the thought of messing around with you he’d lose all of his convictions he worked so hard for.  

And yet half of him loved the idea of you ruining him completely, to strip him down to nothing but a man desperate for your embrace, he wanted you to touch him in a way that’ll have him scrambling to find himself again. Each time he would think about caving into his desires for you, he quickly reminds himself that you’ll break him too much. Smoke was the kind of lover that grew easily attached and even though he was a twin he always hated sharing, so the thought of you using him and discarding him for some other nigga made his head spin with envy. You were too much trouble than it's worth, so he kept his distance in hopes you’d grow out of this self-serving phase in your life, that maybe you decide to settle down and choose one lover. And when you do decide to go that route – he'll be here waiting. Until then, the two of you would argue until both of you were blue in the face and sexually frustrated. 

That was the idea, of course. 

So why was he here standing in front of you completely desperate for you? 

The light within your room illuminated a soft golden hue, creating the already intimate space more intense. His eyes flicked towards your window watching the raindrops crawl over the foggy glass as the scent of incense and sweet candles filled his lungs. He came here after he heard your failed attempt to take down his little cousin; you didn’t know that Sammie was already in a relationship. Yes, you were open about your sexual needs, but you weren’t with adultery. You had to have some standers. Yet Sammie told Smoke about what happened and the thought of you trying to sleep with his cousin made his entire being fill with rage. He came here to curse you clean out, yet all he could do was gaze at your half nude frame. You wore a satin robe that hung loosely on your body; the silk cheetah print robe made your brown skin look so damn kissable, and the way your fingers held onto the lit cigarette was deliberate as if displaying how unphased you were from Smoke’s presence. 

Slowly you took a drag from the cigarette, the robe slipping open a bit to show the soft mound of your breast and the edge of your nipple slightly exposed for his eyes to see. You sat calmly on your vanity chair, legs open as you leaned back into the cushioned seat, Smoke had obviously interrupted you getting ready for a night out. Trying to compose himself the man that stood before you sucked his teeth, making a grin fall across your face at the noise. You were ready for another sexually charged argument, yet you hoped that he’d actually go through with his desire for you.  

“You got alotta nerve, woman,” Smoke muttered out, the sound of his southern drawl already made your body shiver, goosebumps were forming on your thighs as he continues to speak. “Steppin’ to my lil’ cousin like that? He don’t need no influences like you around him.” 

“Why not? You think he can’t handle me?” You asked flippantly, taking another drag from the cigarette, the small flame illuminating your delicate features within the dimly lit room. Your voice was filled with a jesting tone, you weren’t taking Smoke seriously, you knew he was upset about this whole situation for a different reason. “He said no, so why you care so much?” You finished as your free hand traced shapes against the arm rest of your seat.  

“I care ‘cause that’s my family and I protect what’s mine.” Smoke replied sternly, his gaze set deeply in a glare that would make anyone shake in fear, but you’re not just anyone. A laugh then fell from your lips at his statement, blowing a grey heavy cloud of nicotine within the already hazy air within the room. He had some nerve to come barging into your own damn home barking threats at you, but you knew his words were thinly veiled displays of jealousy. Soaking up his words, you contemplated how to reply. You could threaten him back, laugh in his face, or do both. But you just settled on entertaining his fussing. 

“You think I’m that terrible, that I gotta be put in my place to ‘protect your family’? Please, Smoke you and I both know the reason why you here,” you then pressed the finished cigarette into the glass ashtray, crushing the yellow filter between your fingers. “You wish that it was you that I wanted, huh? It’s hurtin’ you so damn bad I chose your lil’ cousin over you--” 

“Watch your mouth.” Smoke cuts you off, yet you continued your harsh but accurate tirade. 

“Don’t play dumb, you and I both hate that shit. I’ve seen the way you’ve been eye fuckin’ me every time we see each other,” you spoke plainly as if discussing the weather. Smoke’s stern face twisted in shock for a split second, yet he couldn’t find the words he wanted to say. It was as if they were trapped inside of his throat. You were telling the truth though, the hard and bitter truth that kept him bothered for months on end. He wanted to deny your factual statement, but he couldn’t. “It’s okay I love the way you look at me, makes me feel like I’m the shit honestly.”  

“Why you doin’ all this?” Smoke breathed out as he flexed his hand, opening and closing his fists in an attempt to stop the tremor in his hands that grew with each second that passed. His nerves were shot from you; he should just turn around and leave you alone letting you win this argument, yet his feet stayed planted as he soaked up your silk frame. Your nimble fingers now played with the golden chain that rested over your collarbones. The dainty gold necklace held a small diamond that caught the flicker from the burning candles, and Smoke watched as your hand slightly tugged at the diamond.  

“I’m doin’ all this because I know what you want,” you finally answered, letting go of the necklace as it dropped against your chest, resting just between your breasts. “You wanna fuck me – nah, that’s not it...You want me to fuck you.” Those raunchy words made Smoke clenched his jaw instinctually as his eyes closed. He tried his best not to show how rattled he was by you, but it seemed to only give away his underlaying want for you even more. He wasn’t use to not having control in this kind of setting, always being the dominate one in and out of the bedroom, it made him nervous how much he liked the feeling, how his heart raced at your stern commands. His own body had betrayed him, waving a white flag of defeat before you even touched him. With a ragged breath, he caught his own reflection behind you within the vanity mirror. He looked so damn spent, so wound up tight that he was sure he’d combust from just standing here.   

It was embarrassing.   

“Say it, Elijah. Finally admit to what’s been botherin’ you. Say you want me to fuck you...” Your voice was breathy, soft, yet full of power. The way you said his name, his actual name, fluttered within your feminine voice. It was as if you were tasting it with your tongue, testing the waters to see if Smoke would finally give in. You slowly crept your hands down your satin frame, tracing over the silk that shielded your chest while your legs slowly opened just enough for the rope from the robe to hide your already wet sex. Thoughts of how soft your body must feel, how skillful your hands were to bring him pleasure, and how sweet your cooze must’ve tasted made his mouth water. He needed you more than you needed him, and for the first time he was tired of denying it – tired of fighting it and waiting for the ‘right time’ to act on it.

This choice would probably haunt him; properly ruin him until he was chained to you like the rest of those poor fools who dared to entertain you.      

“I...I want you to fuck me.” Was all Smoke said, a ghost of a tremble lingered within his drawl, yet you caught it. His shoulders were tense as your eyes raked over his broad frame. Slowly, you traced your upper lip with your tongue, savoring his truthful admission to you. It made your core flutter with excitement as a grin clung onto your face. Of course, Smoke was the kind of man that was tough in the streets but craved to be bossed around in the bedroom, to be told what to do and how to do it just right. He was a soldier after all, he was trained to take orders well and it was your duty to help him exercise this skill with you.  

“Good job. You’re such a good soldier ain’t you?” That praise sounded so good coming from your lips, Smoke shuttered at the sound of it, so much so that his dick twitched with anticipation, blood rushing towards his tip as he practically strained against his pants. He wanted you to continue to praise him again, to tell him how good – no, how great he is following your orders.

He didn’t understand why he couldn’t move as his eyes watched you move. Your legs shined under the warm light. The scent of shea butter that clung onto your skin fluttered within the chilled air. Uncrossing your legs you pushed yourself from the chair, your hips swaying with each step you made towards the man, a soft yet commanding smile adorned your lips. Once you reach Smoke, breaking through his personal space, your hand rests on his chest. The feeling of his muscles through his clothes made you giggle abruptly and the sound of your laughter with the combination of you touching him made Smoke release a shaky breath that came deep from within; he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath in the first place.  

You circled around him like a lioness playing with her food and the sensation of your hand gently tracing the dips and valleys of his muscles through his shirt exhilarated his senses, and it didn’t help that you pressed your soft body against his back, the feeling of your lips lingering over the shell of his ear made him shut his eyes. “Tell me just how terrible I am.” You whispered. Your voice soft as silk filled his mind as your tongue slowly traced his ear. This action alone earned you a groan of desperation from Smoke. Your hand crept down his toned torso, stopping over his heavy and harden dick that was confined in his pants. You palmed his cock, feeling just how big he truly was, he was definitely blessed down below. This is exactly why you adored country ass men. Big, strong, tender, and smooth without even trying – they were also always gifted with ‘rifles’ under their belts compared to other men.   

And you couldn’t wait to play with it... 

You gave his dick a squeeze, not too hard but just enough to let him know you’re about that, a deep and guttural moan escaped him as he bucked his hips into your hand. Sharp teeth nibbled at his ear lobe as you urged him to speak his mind about you; to confess his deepest thoughts about you. “You...You ain’t nothin’ but trouble,” Smoke muttered as his words folded in on themselves from the feeling of your skillful hands touching him, you pressed your breast firmly against his back as your nimble fingers now reached for the buckle of his belt, the sound of metal clicking echoed through your room loudly as if sealing the deal between the two of you. “A problem from the start. You think the world revolves around you and – fuck...” He moaned as your hand slipped past his unbuckled belt, snaking its way down his pants and boxers, you weren’t wasting any time. The feeling of his soft yet coily happy trail pressed against your palm as you began to stroke him, you could feel just how hard he is, how the veins that ribbed his dick twitched from your touch. 

The tip of his cock wept with precum as you continued to stroke him, your lips tracing shapes against his earlobe as he leaned into your touch, your breast pressing firmly against his back, the feeling of his defined shoulder blades rubbing on your perky nipples made you moan into his ear, praises falling from your lips as your thumb and index finger rubbed at the base of his shaft, feeling each and every pulsating twitch his member made. Your mouth watered as you begged him to continue his tirade. Eating up each syllable he groaned out. “I can’t stand you.” Smoke moaned out through gritted teeth.  

“I can’t stand you either.” You replied as your hand worked over his heavy cock, you stopped your purposeful strokes much to Smoke’s dismay, a pitiful groan slipped past his parted lips and slowly you spit on your hand. The saliva coats your palm and fingers as you pushed past his boxers again. This time your strokes were mean, jerking him off as if it was a punishment – yet Smoke lapped up your every touch with guttural moans. He pressed his cheek against your face, your teeth biting down hard on the shell of his ear, a hiss of pain was quickly replaced with a symphony of pleasurable moans. You licked over the subtle bite marks that were left behind, a wordless apology that Smoke gladly accepted.  

“You hate me, huh?” You asked as Smoke shamelessly pulled his pants down lower, just past his hips, causing his dick to spring free as his girthy length bounced against his abdomen. You had more freedom to play with his member now, peeking over his shoulder as you watched the head of his cock disappear with each stroke your palm made, the raunchy wet sounds of you touching him made you squeeze your thighs together, you were gripping nothing but you knew it wouldn’t be long until you’re filled to the brim. A breathy sigh escaped you; you loved the way his dick felt in your hand. How the thick veins that adorned his manhood would pulse under your touch, you could touch him just like this and still be satisfied with your encounter with the man. But what you didn’t count on was how he stopped your movements, his large hand dwarfing yours as he held your palm in place, just as the base of his dick. The feeling of his calloused fingers pressed against yours made you grind yourself against him, your leg hooking over him, trapping him within your embrace.  

“I don’t hate you...” He muttered, his voice an octave deeper than it usually is. Your eyes that were so focused on his body flicked between your palm that groped him and his intense gaze that lingered on you, his eyes were half-lidded while his lips, so kissable and plump parted. It looked as if he was tired or just woken up. He was gorgeous, the kind of home grown and southern allure men like him possessed and didn’t even know it; Smoke had no clue the affect he had on you. Just by him looking at you, for the first time you were getting second thoughts. Maybe this was nothing more but a hate fuck for him? That once he got you outta his system he’d really dog you out, or worse – ignore you as if you were nothin’ but a rock in his shoe. But his words were so tender that you believed him. ‘I don’t hate you’. That phrase alone made you feel reassured, that after this he’d still stick around; you desperately wanted to believe that. 

So, you kissed him. 

Afraid that your words might betray you and your pride. The kiss shared with Smoke was laced with raw emotions that lingered with each word spoken, each glance stolen, and every touch that was once so minuscule. Your teeth bumped into his with a soft click, yet you didn’t break the kiss, and neither did he. Smoke followed your lips like a man dying of thirst, swallowing your whimpers as if they were made from honey, the noises you made was so sweet on his ears. Like a melody from a ballad about love and yearning and Smoke yearned for you the moment you two crossed paths. The feelings he had were mutual, biting on his bottom lip you then licked into his mouth, casing his tongue as he cupped your face within his large hands. His skin was so warm against yours, like snuggling a heated blanket. It was comforting; it was safe. The weight of denying his attraction for you lifted from his shoulders with each kiss he gave you and your hands that once touched him so damn lustfully now roamed over his broad shoulders and strong chest.  

Smoke had pulled you into his embrace; your satin covered breast pressed flush against his chest now. His hands that once held your face with reverence now rested at the base of your neck, giving it a reassuring squeeze, an action to show you that he cared about what you were about to give him. Then his calloused fingers traced down your arms, stopping at your sensitive nipples that harden from his tender caresses, and you cursed yourself out within your hazy mind. Never in your sex life had a man made your body so damn needy, you were practically trembling with excitement mixed with pure desperation to be bent over and fucked. You could feel your lacy panties soaked, the fabric rubbing against your aching clit, yet you knew patience was a virtue. Smoke’s thumbs rolled over your nipples, pressing against the sensitive buds through your robe. Lust-soaked sigh tumbled from your parted lips. The sound embarrassed you, causing you to pull your lips away from Smoke’s, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth to steady the moans that threaten to slip out from his touch.  

Smoke then leaned down to kiss your chin, peppering soft yet sloppy kisses down your jawline and neck; you could feel him inhale you deeply. You cradled his head, your fingers stroking his hair lovely but careful enough not to mess up his waves. His lips then began to suck at that spot that always turned you into a mess, it was as if he knew this too despite this being the first time the two of you decided to fuck each other. You already knew that he had a few lovers under his belt, Smoke was a grown ass man of course, but it shocked you with how well he could read your body from just a few kisses and strokes. His thumbs rolling your nipples quickly turned into sharp yet quick pinches, causing you to let out a hiss, your hips bucking against nothing. He then pulled the thin fabric to the side, exposing your right nipple for him, and without missing a beat he pulled you up towards him as he leaned down a bit to meet your breast halfway.  

His lips wrapped around the bud as he began to lick and suck at the sensitive button. You whipped your head back, pressing your body closer to him, ya’ll was so damn close to each other you were convinced that you could jump in his skin. But alas he kept you steady with his strong frame as you stood on your tiptoes, legs shaking as he continued to suckle on your nipple like it was a piece of candy. His other hand still rolled and pinched your left nipple; he was turning you into nothing but puddy in his hands. Half of you enjoyed it so damn much, yet the other part of you wanted him to be a moaning mess. A game now bloomed between the heated exchanges of moans. 

Who’ll submit first? 

Smoke bit onto your breast, pulling your sensitive bud between his teeth as the sight of his golden tooth glisten under the candlelight made you go limp in his arms, but quickly you gained your footing. Pulling his mouth away from your breast, red bruises and love bites were left behind on your chest, and you would wear them with pride after this. Cupping his face with your hands, the feeling of his mustache tickled your palms, and with one last tender kiss you slipped out of his grasp, much to his dismay. “I’d hate to make this easy for you, Elijah,” you whispered as you placed a quick peck on his swollen lips. He savored the quick kiss you gave him, licking his lips in an attempt to capture the sweet taste of your gloss covered lips. “You a soldier, baby. You gotta listen to me, okay...So, take this off. Slowly.” You signaled to your robe that hung loosely on your body, the fabric giving up shielding your intimate areas a long time ago.  

Smoke didn’t waste any time following your request; his hands with a slight tremor tugged at the sash of your robe that hung limp around your plush hips, and as if on cue the thin cheetah printed fabric crumpled onto the ground. You stood in front of Smoke in just your panties, and he couldn’t help but to soak up your half nude body. His eyes raked over your thick thighs; they were soft yet strong as stretchmarks adorn your hips. Your body was homegrown and made in the image of Venus herself.

Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if you told him that you were a descendant of Aphrodite or even Cleopatra. He wanted to hold you within his arms again, to feel each and every curve on your body, to worship them sacredly. Even if it was just for one night. Smoke wanted to kneel at the alter that was your sex, to give you unyielding pleasure that no man had given you before, so that’s exactly what he did. You playfully shuffled away from Smoke until the back of your legs hit your bed, and slowly you sank onto the mattress.

The soft pillows and blankets offered some comfort for your body, the soft cotton caressing your skin grounded you as Smoke began to undress himself, leaning up on your forearms you watched him through thick lashes, biting your lip at the sight of his muscles flexing as he tossed his shirt off.  

He was completely naked compared to you, and normally he would tell you to take those panties off, but for the first time within his sex life he slipped into the headspace of submissiveness, he was practically wearing this new title like a badge of honor. He wanted to please you however he can. Slowly he fell into your embrace, his strong body caging you in. The weight of him on top of you made you feel safe – protected. He placed soft kisses on the hickeys he left behind on your skin, sinking lower and lower. He left behind a trail of kisses on your body. Lips danced over your neck, your collar bone, down your breast only stopping a beat to kiss your nipples, down your sternum until they rested on your stomach, just above the waistband of your lacy underwear. The feeling of his nose brushing against your bellybutton made goosebumps dot over your skin; your hands soon cupped your breast, playing with your nipples as you watched Smoke tug at the lacy fabric between his teeth. You gasped at the sight, your mouth hung open slack as you raised your hips just enough for him to drag the panties down your legs with his teeth.  

You moaned at the feeling of chilled air brushing against your wet and aching core, your fingers pressing down on your sensitive nipples as Smoke continued to undress you with his teeth; never breaking eye contact with you. His eyes, so deep with a chestnut hue, and underneath the flicker of candlelight you were sure you could’ve got lost in them. He was looking at you with unbridled lust that made you shiver with anticipation; you needed him badly. Once your panties were off, they were tossed across the bed just above your head. 

“So fuckin' pretty, I’m ‘bouta eat good tonight.” Smoke whispered, biting his lip as he then dragged a thick finger over your already slick folds, pulling your wetness towards your twitching clit. You rocked your hips forward under his touch, meeting him halfway as he continued to rub your pussy gently. Your eyes peered down at Smoke as he began to rub tight and deliberate circles over your sensitive clit, a low moan of approval came from him at the raunchy wet sounds your pussy made, the sound alone made the once purposeful circles of his fingers on your pussy stuttered now he rubbed your pussy from side to side. Slowly his thick fingers traced down towards your slick core, not pushing all the way in just yet, but enough for you to feel him. Your face twisted with pleasure at the sensation of his fingers carefully fucking into you. 

Smoke continued to play with your pussy, pulling his middle and ring finger out of you to give your clit much needed attention, you rolled your hips at his actions as whimper of praises fell from your parted mouth. You told him just how good he was making you feel with just his fingers alone, how he’s such a good solider to you. Your words fluttered within his mind; they felt good to hear and without missing a beat Smoke lowered his head, propping one of your legs over his shoulder. His tongue dragged against your slick folds, tasting you from your aching core and stopping with the tip of his tongue on your bundle of nerves, he made sure to trace circles over your clit with his tongue as if he was licking ice cream. You grinded yourself against his lips, the feeling of his facial hair tickling your thighs made a breathy laugh escape from you. 

His strong hands rested on your plush hips, holding you down to make sure he could taste all of you. Smoke wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it with fever as his fingers continued to fuck into you, pressing them all the way in and only stopping at his knuckles. Your hand held onto the back of his head, gently caressing him as you pressed his face deeper into your pussy making sure that you could feel every inch of his tongue. You looked down at Smoke as he gazed upon you as if you were a work of art, and you looked at him as if he was an angel here to absolve you of your sins – or better yet to corrupt. The back of his tongue was now flush against your thumping clit as a low moan came from him, it felt like your entire soul was lit on fire from his plump lips rubbing against your sensitive bud, he would switch between licking your clit and kissing the top of your pussy. You were teetering over the edge from the sensation; and it didn’t help that the wet sounds of your cunt fluttered through the air like a pornographic symphony. 

It was all too much... 

With shaky hands you reached for your nightstand, there within the rickety drawer was a box of your cigarettes and a lighter. The paper box crushed within your grasp as you tried to open it with trembling fingers; Smoke was determined to make you come on his tongue. Three flicks from your lighter were all it took; the tip of the thin cigarette burned brightly through the dimly lit room. Your lungs burned with the heavy smoke as the nicotine made your head fuzzy while Smoke’s tongue set your whole body on fire, the head rush of chasing your orgasm and puffing on the cigarette was enough to send your body over the edge. Your back arched against the bed as sweat clung onto your heavy chest, it felt like you’ve been running a damn marathon as your legs shook, yet Smoke continued to fuck his tongue into your clenching pussy. His strong and steady hands held your hips down, locking you in place as your thighs damn near crushed his head.  

“Damn, baby. You eatin’ this pussy too damn good,” you moaned, a thick nicotine cloud plumed over your lips – the sensation burned your already swollen lips. “K-keep goin’, please don’t stop...” You finished, your once demanding persona slipping away between each lick Smoke gave your needy pussy, his fingers now giving her mean and tight strokes, but alas he still listens to your plea. And without fail your body began to shake underneath his touch; you shook like a damn leaf in the wind. Cries of his name fell from your lips like a prayer, you were convinced that he was starving for you the way he made sure to taste all of you as came hard against his mouth, Smoke’s heavy-lidded eyes gazed up at you as he watched your body contort above him. The sight of you reaching your climax made his already harden dick twitch with anticipation; he wanted to bend you over and fuck you through this mattress so damn bad. 

But patience is a virtue.  

Your teeth bit into the filter of the cigarette, trying your best to ground yourself back to earth, yet the sight of Smoke rising from between your legs made you almost choke. His thick lips and facial hair were slick with your pussy juices, his brown skin glistening under the candlelight, you leaned forward as your hands traced up his strong abdomen. You could feel his muscles twitch under the pads of your fingers and slowly you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. “You look beautiful, my strong soldier makin’ this pussy come like...That.” You whispered as Smoke plucked out the cigarette from your lips. Your tongue then licked across his parted lips, tasting just how sweet you truly were, Smoke’s own tongue licked against yours as if trying to steal the taste of your pussy for himself. You both weren’t quite kissing, just breathing into each other’s mouths as teeth clicked against each other's, your lips dragging against him as the feeling of his thick mustache tickled your nose. 

Smoke was the one to break the barrier, his tongue lustfully slipping past your lips as he kissed you. The kiss was messy, desperate, and downright nasty. Your pussy fluttered that familiar feeling of desire, it felt like you were swimming against a vicious tide when kissing Smoke, yet you wanted more of it – more of him. You tried to pull away for some air, but he held onto your jaw with a gentle yet firm grip, causing your lips to pucker within the kiss. Your lungs burned with the need to breathe, yet kissing Smoke was worth the temporary light headedness. With one last kiss, Smoke pulled his lips away from yours, causing a whine to escape from you, leaning to meet his lips again. Smoke dodged your hungry kiss. Your lips pressed sloppily on the corner of his mouth, his calloused fingers still holding your jaw within his grasp.  

With your mouth still pursed Smoke took a long drag from the cigarette he took from you, his eyes never breaking contact with yours as he puffed away, ya’ll were basically in a staring contest. Once satisfied with the long inhale, Smoke gently pressed his mouth against yours, filling your already burning lungs with thick cigarette fumes. A lazy smile tugged on your beautiful features as you licked your lips at the taste of him and the cigarette. “Lay down...” Smoke said as his eyes trailed up and down your naked body, his words caused a giggle to erupt from you.  

“Oh, nah. Not you makin’ orders,” a sigh was followed by your jesting. Which cause Smoke to be taken aback a bit. Yes, he was down for you to be dominant. But he assumed that after making you come, he’d be the one to show you how to please him next – or better yet show you how to please yourself. But you weren’t going to wane, not just yet. You’re gonna make him work for that. “You my soldier, remember? So, you do what I say...You lay your ass down right where you made me come.”  

“...And if I don’t?” Smoke asked, yet you could hear the slight undertones of humor within his question. You didn’t realize that the man could be funny, especially after snatching your soul out of your body with just his tongue and fingers alone. You leaned back, pulling your body heat away from him as the mischievous grin on your face made Smoke shiver with an expectant sigh, still smoking away on the cigarette as he watched you.  

“Then you go home. I already got mine; it’s your choice if you get yours.” You shrugged as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, your tone was singsong and utterly playful, the kind of tone that a person uses to tease someone. Smoke sucked his teeth own teeth at your words, the sight of his golden tooth catching the candlelight made your heart flutter, he took in your words, how cruel yet impish they were, he was right all along. You were trouble, plain and simple, yet he couldn’t help himself. If it were up to him, he’d would’ve been dived between your thighs a long time ago. But that damn ego and that damned mouth always was the bane of his fantasies about you. A beat of silence past and slowly he laid right in the spot you once were. A giddy laugh came from you, cutting through the tension like a knife as you then began to straddle him, your thick thighs caging him in, yet you both knew that he didn’t want to be freed.  

“So disciplined, so good at followin’ orders. But not good enough, we’ll work on that later...” You muttered mostly to yourself, Smoke heard you praises, yet catching your last part of your sentence stung him though. Half of him wanted so badly to make you pleased – no, that's not the word. He wanted to make you proud of him; to show you just how much better he was compared to your other flings within the bedroom. Taking your words in account, Smoke laid straight on his back as your lips, still soaked with his spit and juices from your pussy pressed against the shell of his ear. That special spot that always turned him into puddy.

You sucked and bit onto his earlobe which earned a deep and guttural moan from him. Your lips dragging down lower towards his thumping pulse, leaving dark red hickeys behind that you knew would be hard to hide. Your lips then traced each and every muscle that adorned his well-trained body. Your kisses on his body were gentle compared to the ones you gave his neck, as if thanking his body for being so damn strong yet comforting.  

Squeezing your thighs together to ease the ache of arousal between your legs, your hand wrapped around the base of his dick as your nimble fingers maneuvered up and down, Smoke was thick and girthy like a tree trunk and it didn’t help that his dick had a curve to it. You knew that it would hit your spot just right, turning you into a whimpering mess. But you wanted to desperately taste him first. Without hesitation you leaned down and placed a light kiss on the tip of his cock, your knees pressing into the mattress as you felt the warm precum pearl against your puckered lips, you continued to kiss his dick as if it was the most sacred thing on the planet.  

Licking your top lip to taste him you then filled your open mouth with his heavy cock, you could barely fit him in your mouth, but you still tried. Your tongue traced the thick veins that adorned his thick member – the feeling of his dick twitching from how your tongue rolled over tip made your head spin. The taste of him sparked something deeply within you, something raw and full of nothing but desire. “Mhm, fuck. Your mouth makin’ me feel...” But Smoke didn’t finish as he took another drag from the cigarette as moans rumbled through his entire being, his calloused hand massaged your scalp. You could feel his fingers tremble slightly, yet you leaned into his touch, sinking your mouth deeper around him until a gag was felt. He was trying his best but to buck his hips forward, he wanted so badly to fuck your mouth, but he knew it’ll be too much.   

Long lashes blinked up at him with each inch you took in your skillful mouth, gagging and moaning around him as you gave his dick mean sucks and licks. You were basically using him as if he was a lollipop, trying your best to taste all of him as precum danced within your mouth sweetly. He tasted delicious and it only urged you to sink your mouth deeper and deeper, pushing yourself past your limits you could feel the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat. The vibrations of your moans and gags cause Smoke to whimper, curling his toes as his hand gripped a fistful of your coils. The familiar feeling of your lungs burning for air made you pull your mouth away, catching your breath as a spit bubble bloomed from your open mouth, the bubble popping from the tip of his dick resting lips.  

Dazed fits of giggles came from you as tears streamed down your face, your hand now pumping his member as the slick and raunchy sound working over his cock was heard. Smoke’s dick bobbed against your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your chin and face were messy with spit, lips slick wet as a wide and toothy smile adorned your face. Despite the fact that your face was cover with drool, Smoke couldn’t help to stare at you in awe. “You so pretty.” That was all he said, and he said it without even thinking, yet that short compliment made your heart flutter. You whispered out a: ‘I know’ before planting more sloppy kisses up his thick shaft. You then continued to give him head, switching between your warm mouth and the palm of your hand. Your voice was hoarse as you showered him in praise; telling him how big he was and how good he tasted on your tongue. 

You could feel him being close, how his breathing became heavy, and the grip on your hair was starting to grow uncomfortable, but you continued. That was until he chanted your name like it was a war cry. Your names followed by ‘damns’, ‘pleases’, and ‘waits’ halted your movements. Pulling your mouth away from his dick with a wet pop you leaned back onto your knees, your eyes raking over his naked body. His brown skin was slicked with sweat; it reminded you of spilled water across a mahogany desk. You leaned down to lick the sweat that rested on his lower abdomen, just inches above his dick as the feeling of his pubic hair tickling your chin made you want to lick lower. But being the nice woman you were, you listen to his plea.  

“What is it, baby? Talk to me.” You sighed as your nails gently scratched against his skin; your voice was soft and comforting, like a hug or a warm blanket. But Smoke couldn’t muster the words he wanted to say, so instead he crushed the finished cigarette into the ashtray, the filter crumpling within his hands as he then reached for you. Pulling you up towards him by your arms, he planted a sloppy kiss on your lips, tasting himself on your mouth as he deepened the kiss. He breathed into your mouth heavily, as if kissing you would help him catch his breath. Your arms wrapped around him as both of your bodies laid flush against each other naked. You could feel every dip and valley of his muscles while his hands stroked and caress every soft curve you had; your breast pressed firmly against his hard chest. “Talk to me.” You moaned in between kisses, the sound of your breathy voice made Smoke crack as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.  

“Fuck me...Please.” Smoke begged, his teeth biting at the golden chain that hung loosely around your neck. The look on his face made you breathless; you gazed into his dark brown irises as his thumbs lovingly wiped the tears away that stained your cheeks. You had men beg you for some pussy before, but the way Smoke begged made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. It was pretty the way he begged, and with a smile you planted a soft peck against his lips. Slowly you sat up, straddling him again as you used his chest for support. You then grabbed the base of his cock that was slick with your spit, lining him up with your needy entrance. With an obedient nod you sank down onto his thick shaft. You were so wet, so warm, so fucking soft. It felt like he stumbled into heaven as your pussy squeezed around him perfectly. The pleasure that Smoke felt was undeniable and with gritted teeth his hands held onto your hips, making you sit on his dick completely. 

Your nails dug into his chest, scratching at his skin as the sting of pleasure and pain flooded your senses, Smoke was the biggest you’ve ever taken and you’re sure he knew this too. Smoke moaned out as you paused, adjusting yourself to his well-endowed size, his southern drawl growing sloppy as he told you how good you felt. You’re on top riding him, take each inch like a pro; you were fucking this man straight on his back. Each thrust of your hips sounded wet and sloppy, like jumping into puddles after a long day of rain. A creamy mess was quickly formed between both your sex, due to the friction and your natural wetness, Smoke loved how amazing you felt squeezing around him. 

And then without even thinking you interlocked your fingers with Smoke’s. Holding his left hand as you continued to ground yourself down onto his thick shaft, the feeling of him making small yet passionate groans fall from your lips; his hand guided your hips – your eyes locked onto each other. His thumb gently caresses the back of your hand with each snap; the feeling of his cock nestled deeply within your soft walls made you almost see stars, he was fucking you just right hitting that special spot that always made your legs turn into jelly. You were positive you were going to walk with a limp the next day, yet you still met his hips halfway, fucking him back while using his chest as leverage. The feeling of you giving him pleasure like this flooded his sense. It was damn near transcendental how good you were making him feel and deep down he knew he couldn’t let you go after this; it was as if your pussy was made just for him or maybe he was made just for you. 

“This my pussy now,” Smoke groaned going deeper as he paused his movements, the feeling of dick splitting you open almost made you come right then and there. You let out a high-pitched grunt at this, rolling your hips as your legs shook from the overbearing sensation, still you and Smoke held hands. “All mines.” He finished as his eyes gazed into your fluttering ones, all you could see within his heavy-lidded brown irises was utter devotion, the kind that’ll have a man stuck on you for years to come. All you could do in response was to lean down and kiss him again, moaning into his open mouth as he continued to fuck into you deeper, the noise of your pussy taking all of him was raunchy, yet it was music to your ears. You could happily have Smoke fuck you all day if you could and you knew he’d do it with no hesitation.  

He bit onto your bottom lip; Smoke was fucking into you so damn deep you’re sure you could feel him just below your bellybutton. The familiar pressure building up within your core made you instinctually pull away from him. The pleasurable feeling was too much to bear, yet you still wanted more. Smoke didn’t let you peel him off, his strong arms holding you close to his chest. Both of your bodies were covered in sweat as the cool air only made him pull you closer even more, trapping your body heat within his. Smoke could feel how close you were as your moans became broken cries of pleasure, how your breathing became heavy, and how you moaned out his name – Elijah. Your cooze was gripping him so deliciously that the feeling only encourages his strokes to quicken, then he wrapped an arm around your waist holding you in place as his free hand grabbed a fistful of your hair. Smoke kissed you with hunger, and you desperately kissed him back, sucking on his tongue as he licked into your mouth.  

Smoke’s hold onto your body fastened as the coil of lust that wound tightly within your core snapped as he thrusted into you with powerful strokes. Your orgasm ripped through your body like a tidal wave, your mouth trembling against his as tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes slipped down onto your cheeks, it felt as if reaching your peak crashed into him as his hips grew to lazy thrusting. The feeling of your creamy pussy coming so hard around his dick pushed him over the edge, snapping his head back your teeth bit into the soft skin of his neck, biting the hickey that was left behind earlier from you. 

Smoke moaned out your name too – that was all he could say as his own orgasm racked through his entire being. He finished inside of you and the warm sensation of him filling you up to the brim made you shiver with pure ecstasy, the creamy mess the both of you made stuck between the two of you yet Smoke still held you within his arms as heavy breathing filled the chilled air. You nestled your face on his neck, and the feeling of his once face paced pulse slowed against your lips, grounding you as his fingers massaged circles on your sore scalp. His dick was still deep inside of you, but you wouldn’t dare for him to pull out, him being so close to you like this made you feel...Good. 

Nobody ever made you feel like that before...  

You reached for Smoke’s face, cradling his face as your thumb traced over his lips and mustache, and the feeling of his beard tickled the palm of your hand as he leaned into it. A deep sigh escaped from Smoke’s lungs, rolling his shoulders as his hands roamed the plushness of your thighs that locked him in place. Your eyes lingered on his profile, kissing the corner of his mouth, and your eyelashes fluttering with each peck you gave him. “I still can’t stand you,” a soft chuckle fell from your lips and you could’ve sworn you saw Smoke smile at your words. “But you can stay the night...I ain’t ready for you to leave yet.”  

“Weren’t you headin’ out?” Smoke asked in a tired tone, turning to face you as both of your noses bumped into each other, yet he gave you a kiss that lingered onto your cheek. The feeling of that kiss was so damn tender and gentle that you almost melted within his hands. With a shrug of your shoulders, you told him you were, but it didn’t matter much now. You already had all the fun you needed with the man you truly wanted from the start; you reached over him towards your nightstand, fishing for another cigarette to share with Smoke who was too preoccupied with playing with your necklace with his thick fingers. “Too late for you to go out anyways.” He mumbled mostly to himself, but alas you still heard it. With a roll of your eyes, you finally pulled yourself from his lap. The feeling was so overbearing that a moan and a shiver involuntarily came from you, which earned a low yet quick chuckle from Smoke. The sound of it shocked you and with a huff you asked.  

“You laughin’ at me?” 

“Nah, just...Laughin’ at the situation.” He replied, you handed him the lit cigarette, yet all he did was lean over. Smoking the cigarette directly from your hand and the feeling of his plump lips pressed against your fingers made the butterflies within your stomach flutter with excitement. Leaning back, he blew the thick smoke out of his mouth. He was comfortable in your bed, that’s for sure. But as quickly as the playful atmosphere came, it went, and now both of you sat in silence as the cigarette smoke fluttered within the chilled air of your room. “I hope this ain’t the last time.” Smoke muttered which caused you to tuck your legs underneath yourself. There was no denying that you liked Smoke...A lot and it seemed that the feelings were mutual with how passionately you two were on each other moments ago.   

You looked outside your window, the glass foggy and wet due to the rain, yet the moon loomed overhead so brightly you were sure it was watching both you and Smoke. “Why you actin’ like you don’t know,” you leaned forwards towards him, the thin cigarette hanging loosely between your lips. “If I can recall you the one who said this pussy was yours...You not claimin’ her no more?” A giggle was followed by your crass words which in turn made Smoke playfully suck his teeth.  

“Yea, but you in the habit of actin’ funny.” Smoke said which made you gasp dramatically.  

“When have I ever? Besides, I’d never hurt my brave soldier. Treatin’ me so good. Yea, you’re stuck with me,” You sighed, leaning down to catch his lips with yours. The kiss shared was different from the quick pecks or sloppy licks. It was as if both of you were sealing a deal with each other, a wordless promise shared within the soft kiss. Pulling away from Smoke, you then whispered against his lips. “You still need proper trainin’ though, can’t have my soldier thinkin’ he don’t gotta follow my orders.”  

Needless to say, Smoke was excited to see just how thorough your ‘training’ with him would go...  

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read it up if you haven’t yet sista!! thank you all for the support (and lemme know if i wrote smoke accurately lmao)

[bluudsucka]

pleasure over matter - smoke m. x fem!reader

summary: you live for pleasure; smoke lives for discipline. the total opposite, you both argue endlessly, though the pull between the two of you were undeniable. smoke believes that his feelings for you was a burden he wouldn't allow - that was until one night you pushed him too far. decided to confront you, his carefully built restraint comes crumbling down, and your blunt honesty forces him to confess what he could no longer deny: he needed you, completely...

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, oral sex (m! and f!receving), unprotected sex, slight!dom!reader, slight!sub!smoke, switch!smoke, enemies to lovers, pet names, praise kink, porn with minimal plot, language

author's note: i deadass went into a flow state writing this even tho it took weeks lmaoo, it's been too long since i posted a proper fic and shockingly i never wrote for smoke (if you read that other smoke fic no you didn't) but yay! it's finally done, as a stack girl i lowkey kinda love writing for smoke now, so like...expect more smoke fics! anyway thank ya'll so much for the support <3

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Everyone had their secrets, the kind of secrets that would never see the light of day, taking them to the grave. Some inconsequential, most embarrassing, while the majority were downright depraved – seeped in pure desire and lust that even just thinking about them would cause anyone to atone. You, on the other hand, lived life with no hesitation; you were an open book and lived without shame, without secrets. A paragon of pleasure you had vowed to yourself to always satisfy your deepest fantasies and desires; it didn’t matter how big or small your wants were you were always determined to fulfill them.

Others envied your outlook on life while others admired it, but alas you didn’t care. Smoke on the other hand couldn’t stand you the first time you crossed paths. A man who took pride in being disciplined and stoic, often sacrificing his own desires for the ‘greater good’. You scoffed at this each and every time he would tell you this, his words heavy and filled in judgment.

He truly couldn’t comprehend your outlook on life.  

He viewed you as nothing more but a person who was enslaved by their own flesh while you viewed him as prude who thought too highly of himself. Yet when you both argued with each other, you could see a spark behind his deep brown eyes, the same spark you have when seeing something you liked. There was no denying that Smoke was fine as hell, a wall of well-trained yet soft muscles; his powerful arms with thick biceps always caught your attention especially when he would subconsciously flex his arms when moving about. Not to mention you adored his dimples, he rarely smiled but when he spoke certain words or gave you sideways glares, they’ll bloom on his beautiful face. You wanted to press your lips against them, kissing lower until you reached his jaw, broad shoulders, and stopping at his adam’s apple that would stiffen with each word he spoke.  

And that damn voice... 

So deep and powerful; you were a sucker for southern accents, and he had a thick one. It was smooth like molasses, sweet on your ears like honey, and made your entire body sizzle like standing in the summer sun. Sure, the words shared between you weren’t as friendly, but you could honestly hear this man talk for hours if he’d let you. Sometimes you would piss him off just a bit to hear him giving you a stern chewing out – you always had to clench your thighs together and pretend not to be so damn turned on by his chastising. The attraction was mutual, but Smoke wouldn’t confess this to anyone, not even himself at one point. You were beautiful – no, gorgeous. The kind of beauty men would go to war for, you were temptation in the flesh, and Smoke knew if he would even entertain the thought of messing around with you he’d lose all of his convictions he worked so hard for.  

And yet half of him loved the idea of you ruining him completely, to strip him down to nothing but a man desperate for your embrace, he wanted you to touch him in a way that’ll have him scrambling to find himself again. Each time he would think about caving into his desires for you, he quickly reminds himself that you’ll break him too much. Smoke was the kind of lover that grew easily attached and even though he was a twin he always hated sharing, so the thought of you using him and discarding him for some other nigga made his head spin with envy. You were too much trouble than it's worth, so he kept his distance in hopes you’d grow out of this self-serving phase in your life, that maybe you decide to settle down and choose one lover. And when you do decide to go that route – he'll be here waiting. Until then, the two of you would argue until both of you were blue in the face and sexually frustrated. 

That was the idea, of course. 

So why was he here standing in front of you completely desperate for you? 

The light within your room illuminated a soft golden hue, creating the already intimate space more intense. His eyes flicked towards your window watching the raindrops crawl over the foggy glass as the scent of incense and sweet candles filled his lungs. He came here after he heard your failed attempt to take down his little cousin; you didn’t know that Sammie was already in a relationship. Yes, you were open about your sexual needs, but you weren’t with adultery. You had to have some standers. Yet Sammie told Smoke about what happened and the thought of you trying to sleep with his cousin made his entire being fill with rage. He came here to curse you clean out, yet all he could do was gaze at your half nude frame. You wore a satin robe that hung loosely on your body; the silk cheetah print robe made your brown skin look so damn kissable, and the way your fingers held onto the lit cigarette was deliberate as if displaying how unphased you were from Smoke’s presence. 

Slowly you took a drag from the cigarette, the robe slipping open a bit to show the soft mound of your breast and the edge of your nipple slightly exposed for his eyes to see. You sat calmly on your vanity chair, legs open as you leaned back into the cushioned seat, Smoke had obviously interrupted you getting ready for a night out. Trying to compose himself the man that stood before you sucked his teeth, making a grin fall across your face at the noise. You were ready for another sexually charged argument, yet you hoped that he’d actually go through with his desire for you.  

“You got alotta nerve, woman,” Smoke muttered out, the sound of his southern drawl already made your body shiver, goosebumps were forming on your thighs as he continues to speak. “Steppin’ to my lil’ cousin like that? He don’t need no influences like you around him.” 

“Why not? You think he can’t handle me?” You asked flippantly, taking another drag from the cigarette, the small flame illuminating your delicate features within the dimly lit room. Your voice was filled with a jesting tone, you weren’t taking Smoke seriously, you knew he was upset about this whole situation for a different reason. “He said no, so why you care so much?” You finished as your free hand traced shapes against the arm rest of your seat.  

“I care ‘cause that’s my family and I protect what’s mine.” Smoke replied sternly, his gaze set deeply in a glare that would make anyone shake in fear, but you’re not just anyone. A laugh then fell from your lips at his statement, blowing a grey heavy cloud of nicotine within the already hazy air within the room. He had some nerve to come barging into your own damn home barking threats at you, but you knew his words were thinly veiled displays of jealousy. Soaking up his words, you contemplated how to reply. You could threaten him back, laugh in his face, or do both. But you just settled on entertaining his fussing. 

“You think I’m that terrible, that I gotta be put in my place to ‘protect your family’? Please, Smoke you and I both know the reason why you here,” you then pressed the finished cigarette into the glass ashtray, crushing the yellow filter between your fingers. “You wish that it was you that I wanted, huh? It’s hurtin’ you so damn bad I chose your lil’ cousin over you--” 

“Watch your mouth.” Smoke cuts you off, yet you continued your harsh but accurate tirade. 

“Don’t play dumb, you and I both hate that shit. I’ve seen the way you’ve been eye fuckin’ me every time we see each other,” you spoke plainly as if discussing the weather. Smoke’s stern face twisted in shock for a split second, yet he couldn’t find the words he wanted to say. It was as if they were trapped inside of his throat. You were telling the truth though, the hard and bitter truth that kept him bothered for months on end. He wanted to deny your factual statement, but he couldn’t. “It’s okay I love the way you look at me, makes me feel like I’m the shit honestly.”  

“Why you doin’ all this?” Smoke breathed out as he flexed his hand, opening and closing his fists in an attempt to stop the tremor in his hands that grew with each second that passed. His nerves were shot from you; he should just turn around and leave you alone letting you win this argument, yet his feet stayed planted as he soaked up your silk frame. Your nimble fingers now played with the golden chain that rested over your collarbones. The dainty gold necklace held a small diamond that caught the flicker from the burning candles, and Smoke watched as your hand slightly tugged at the diamond.  

“I’m doin’ all this because I know what you want,” you finally answered, letting go of the necklace as it dropped against your chest, resting just between your breasts. “You wanna fuck me – nah, that’s not it...You want me to fuck you.” Those raunchy words made Smoke clenched his jaw instinctually as his eyes closed. He tried his best not to show how rattled he was by you, but it seemed to only give away his underlaying want for you even more. He wasn’t use to not having control in this kind of setting, always being the dominate one in and out of the bedroom, it made him nervous how much he liked the feeling, how his heart raced at your stern commands. His own body had betrayed him, waving a white flag of defeat before you even touched him. With a ragged breath, he caught his own reflection behind you within the vanity mirror. He looked so damn spent, so wound up tight that he was sure he’d combust from just standing here.   

It was embarrassing.   

“Say it, Elijah. Finally admit to what’s been botherin’ you. Say you want me to fuck you...” Your voice was breathy, soft, yet full of power. The way you said his name, his actual name, fluttered within your feminine voice. It was as if you were tasting it with your tongue, testing the waters to see if Smoke would finally give in. You slowly crept your hands down your satin frame, tracing over the silk that shielded your chest while your legs slowly opened just enough for the rope from the robe to hide your already wet sex. Thoughts of how soft your body must feel, how skillful your hands were to bring him pleasure, and how sweet your cooze must’ve tasted made his mouth water. He needed you more than you needed him, and for the first time he was tired of denying it – tired of fighting it and waiting for the ‘right time’ to act on it.

This choice would probably haunt him; properly ruin him until he was chained to you like the rest of those poor fools who dared to entertain you.      

“I...I want you to fuck me.” Was all Smoke said, a ghost of a tremble lingered within his drawl, yet you caught it. His shoulders were tense as your eyes raked over his broad frame. Slowly, you traced your upper lip with your tongue, savoring his truthful admission to you. It made your core flutter with excitement as a grin clung onto your face. Of course, Smoke was the kind of man that was tough in the streets but craved to be bossed around in the bedroom, to be told what to do and how to do it just right. He was a soldier after all, he was trained to take orders well and it was your duty to help him exercise this skill with you.  

“Good job. You’re such a good soldier ain’t you?” That praise sounded so good coming from your lips, Smoke shuttered at the sound of it, so much so that his dick twitched with anticipation, blood rushing towards his tip as he practically strained against his pants. He wanted you to continue to praise him again, to tell him how good – no, how great he is following your orders.

He didn’t understand why he couldn’t move as his eyes watched you move. Your legs shined under the warm light. The scent of shea butter that clung onto your skin fluttered within the chilled air. Uncrossing your legs you pushed yourself from the chair, your hips swaying with each step you made towards the man, a soft yet commanding smile adorned your lips. Once you reach Smoke, breaking through his personal space, your hand rests on his chest. The feeling of his muscles through his clothes made you giggle abruptly and the sound of your laughter with the combination of you touching him made Smoke release a shaky breath that came deep from within; he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath in the first place.  

You circled around him like a lioness playing with her food and the sensation of your hand gently tracing the dips and valleys of his muscles through his shirt exhilarated his senses, and it didn’t help that you pressed your soft body against his back, the feeling of your lips lingering over the shell of his ear made him shut his eyes. “Tell me just how terrible I am.” You whispered. Your voice soft as silk filled his mind as your tongue slowly traced his ear. This action alone earned you a groan of desperation from Smoke. Your hand crept down his toned torso, stopping over his heavy and harden dick that was confined in his pants. You palmed his cock, feeling just how big he truly was, he was definitely blessed down below. This is exactly why you adored country ass men. Big, strong, tender, and smooth without even trying – they were also always gifted with ‘rifles’ under their belts compared to other men.   

And you couldn’t wait to play with it... 

You gave his dick a squeeze, not too hard but just enough to let him know you’re about that, a deep and guttural moan escaped him as he bucked his hips into your hand. Sharp teeth nibbled at his ear lobe as you urged him to speak his mind about you; to confess his deepest thoughts about you. “You...You ain’t nothin’ but trouble,” Smoke muttered as his words folded in on themselves from the feeling of your skillful hands touching him, you pressed your breast firmly against his back as your nimble fingers now reached for the buckle of his belt, the sound of metal clicking echoed through your room loudly as if sealing the deal between the two of you. “A problem from the start. You think the world revolves around you and – fuck...” He moaned as your hand slipped past his unbuckled belt, snaking its way down his pants and boxers, you weren’t wasting any time. The feeling of his soft yet coily happy trail pressed against your palm as you began to stroke him, you could feel just how hard he is, how the veins that ribbed his dick twitched from your touch. 

The tip of his cock wept with precum as you continued to stroke him, your lips tracing shapes against his earlobe as he leaned into your touch, your breast pressing firmly against his back, the feeling of his defined shoulder blades rubbing on your perky nipples made you moan into his ear, praises falling from your lips as your thumb and index finger rubbed at the base of his shaft, feeling each and every pulsating twitch his member made. Your mouth watered as you begged him to continue his tirade. Eating up each syllable he groaned out. “I can’t stand you.” Smoke moaned out through gritted teeth.  

“I can’t stand you either.” You replied as your hand worked over his heavy cock, you stopped your purposeful strokes much to Smoke’s dismay, a pitiful groan slipped past his parted lips and slowly you spit on your hand. The saliva coats your palm and fingers as you pushed past his boxers again. This time your strokes were mean, jerking him off as if it was a punishment – yet Smoke lapped up your every touch with guttural moans. He pressed his cheek against your face, your teeth biting down hard on the shell of his ear, a hiss of pain was quickly replaced with a symphony of pleasurable moans. You licked over the subtle bite marks that were left behind, a wordless apology that Smoke gladly accepted.  

“You hate me, huh?” You asked as Smoke shamelessly pulled his pants down lower, just past his hips, causing his dick to spring free as his girthy length bounced against his abdomen. You had more freedom to play with his member now, peeking over his shoulder as you watched the head of his cock disappear with each stroke your palm made, the raunchy wet sounds of you touching him made you squeeze your thighs together, you were gripping nothing but you knew it wouldn’t be long until you’re filled to the brim. A breathy sigh escaped you; you loved the way his dick felt in your hand. How the thick veins that adorned his manhood would pulse under your touch, you could touch him just like this and still be satisfied with your encounter with the man. But what you didn’t count on was how he stopped your movements, his large hand dwarfing yours as he held your palm in place, just as the base of his dick. The feeling of his calloused fingers pressed against yours made you grind yourself against him, your leg hooking over him, trapping him within your embrace.  

“I don’t hate you...” He muttered, his voice an octave deeper than it usually is. Your eyes that were so focused on his body flicked between your palm that groped him and his intense gaze that lingered on you, his eyes were half-lidded while his lips, so kissable and plump parted. It looked as if he was tired or just woken up. He was gorgeous, the kind of home grown and southern allure men like him possessed and didn’t even know it; Smoke had no clue the affect he had on you. Just by him looking at you, for the first time you were getting second thoughts. Maybe this was nothing more but a hate fuck for him? That once he got you outta his system he’d really dog you out, or worse – ignore you as if you were nothin’ but a rock in his shoe. But his words were so tender that you believed him. ‘I don’t hate you’. That phrase alone made you feel reassured, that after this he’d still stick around; you desperately wanted to believe that. 

So, you kissed him. 

Afraid that your words might betray you and your pride. The kiss shared with Smoke was laced with raw emotions that lingered with each word spoken, each glance stolen, and every touch that was once so minuscule. Your teeth bumped into his with a soft click, yet you didn’t break the kiss, and neither did he. Smoke followed your lips like a man dying of thirst, swallowing your whimpers as if they were made from honey, the noises you made was so sweet on his ears. Like a melody from a ballad about love and yearning and Smoke yearned for you the moment you two crossed paths. The feelings he had were mutual, biting on his bottom lip you then licked into his mouth, casing his tongue as he cupped your face within his large hands. His skin was so warm against yours, like snuggling a heated blanket. It was comforting; it was safe. The weight of denying his attraction for you lifted from his shoulders with each kiss he gave you and your hands that once touched him so damn lustfully now roamed over his broad shoulders and strong chest.  

Smoke had pulled you into his embrace; your satin covered breast pressed flush against his chest now. His hands that once held your face with reverence now rested at the base of your neck, giving it a reassuring squeeze, an action to show you that he cared about what you were about to give him. Then his calloused fingers traced down your arms, stopping at your sensitive nipples that harden from his tender caresses, and you cursed yourself out within your hazy mind. Never in your sex life had a man made your body so damn needy, you were practically trembling with excitement mixed with pure desperation to be bent over and fucked. You could feel your lacy panties soaked, the fabric rubbing against your aching clit, yet you knew patience was a virtue. Smoke’s thumbs rolled over your nipples, pressing against the sensitive buds through your robe. Lust-soaked sigh tumbled from your parted lips. The sound embarrassed you, causing you to pull your lips away from Smoke’s, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth to steady the moans that threaten to slip out from his touch.  

Smoke then leaned down to kiss your chin, peppering soft yet sloppy kisses down your jawline and neck; you could feel him inhale you deeply. You cradled his head, your fingers stroking his hair lovely but careful enough not to mess up his waves. His lips then began to suck at that spot that always turned you into a mess, it was as if he knew this too despite this being the first time the two of you decided to fuck each other. You already knew that he had a few lovers under his belt, Smoke was a grown ass man of course, but it shocked you with how well he could read your body from just a few kisses and strokes. His thumbs rolling your nipples quickly turned into sharp yet quick pinches, causing you to let out a hiss, your hips bucking against nothing. He then pulled the thin fabric to the side, exposing your right nipple for him, and without missing a beat he pulled you up towards him as he leaned down a bit to meet your breast halfway.  

His lips wrapped around the bud as he began to lick and suck at the sensitive button. You whipped your head back, pressing your body closer to him, ya’ll was so damn close to each other you were convinced that you could jump in his skin. But alas he kept you steady with his strong frame as you stood on your tiptoes, legs shaking as he continued to suckle on your nipple like it was a piece of candy. His other hand still rolled and pinched your left nipple; he was turning you into nothing but puddy in his hands. Half of you enjoyed it so damn much, yet the other part of you wanted him to be a moaning mess. A game now bloomed between the heated exchanges of moans. 

Who’ll submit first? 

Smoke bit onto your breast, pulling your sensitive bud between his teeth as the sight of his golden tooth glisten under the candlelight made you go limp in his arms, but quickly you gained your footing. Pulling his mouth away from your breast, red bruises and love bites were left behind on your chest, and you would wear them with pride after this. Cupping his face with your hands, the feeling of his mustache tickled your palms, and with one last tender kiss you slipped out of his grasp, much to his dismay. “I’d hate to make this easy for you, Elijah,” you whispered as you placed a quick peck on his swollen lips. He savored the quick kiss you gave him, licking his lips in an attempt to capture the sweet taste of your gloss covered lips. “You a soldier, baby. You gotta listen to me, okay...So, take this off. Slowly.” You signaled to your robe that hung loosely on your body, the fabric giving up shielding your intimate areas a long time ago.  

Smoke didn’t waste any time following your request; his hands with a slight tremor tugged at the sash of your robe that hung limp around your plush hips, and as if on cue the thin cheetah printed fabric crumpled onto the ground. You stood in front of Smoke in just your panties, and he couldn’t help but to soak up your half nude body. His eyes raked over your thick thighs; they were soft yet strong as stretchmarks adorn your hips. Your body was homegrown and made in the image of Venus herself.

Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if you told him that you were a descendant of Aphrodite or even Cleopatra. He wanted to hold you within his arms again, to feel each and every curve on your body, to worship them sacredly. Even if it was just for one night. Smoke wanted to kneel at the alter that was your sex, to give you unyielding pleasure that no man had given you before, so that’s exactly what he did. You playfully shuffled away from Smoke until the back of your legs hit your bed, and slowly you sank onto the mattress.

The soft pillows and blankets offered some comfort for your body, the soft cotton caressing your skin grounded you as Smoke began to undress himself, leaning up on your forearms you watched him through thick lashes, biting your lip at the sight of his muscles flexing as he tossed his shirt off.  

He was completely naked compared to you, and normally he would tell you to take those panties off, but for the first time within his sex life he slipped into the headspace of submissiveness, he was practically wearing this new title like a badge of honor. He wanted to please you however he can. Slowly he fell into your embrace, his strong body caging you in. The weight of him on top of you made you feel safe – protected. He placed soft kisses on the hickeys he left behind on your skin, sinking lower and lower. He left behind a trail of kisses on your body. Lips danced over your neck, your collar bone, down your breast only stopping a beat to kiss your nipples, down your sternum until they rested on your stomach, just above the waistband of your lacy underwear. The feeling of his nose brushing against your bellybutton made goosebumps dot over your skin; your hands soon cupped your breast, playing with your nipples as you watched Smoke tug at the lacy fabric between his teeth. You gasped at the sight, your mouth hung open slack as you raised your hips just enough for him to drag the panties down your legs with his teeth.  

You moaned at the feeling of chilled air brushing against your wet and aching core, your fingers pressing down on your sensitive nipples as Smoke continued to undress you with his teeth; never breaking eye contact with you. His eyes, so deep with a chestnut hue, and underneath the flicker of candlelight you were sure you could’ve got lost in them. He was looking at you with unbridled lust that made you shiver with anticipation; you needed him badly. Once your panties were off, they were tossed across the bed just above your head. 

“So fuckin' pretty, I’m ‘bouta eat good tonight.” Smoke whispered, biting his lip as he then dragged a thick finger over your already slick folds, pulling your wetness towards your twitching clit. You rocked your hips forward under his touch, meeting him halfway as he continued to rub your pussy gently. Your eyes peered down at Smoke as he began to rub tight and deliberate circles over your sensitive clit, a low moan of approval came from him at the raunchy wet sounds your pussy made, the sound alone made the once purposeful circles of his fingers on your pussy stuttered now he rubbed your pussy from side to side. Slowly his thick fingers traced down towards your slick core, not pushing all the way in just yet, but enough for you to feel him. Your face twisted with pleasure at the sensation of his fingers carefully fucking into you. 

Smoke continued to play with your pussy, pulling his middle and ring finger out of you to give your clit much needed attention, you rolled your hips at his actions as whimper of praises fell from your parted mouth. You told him just how good he was making you feel with just his fingers alone, how he’s such a good solider to you. Your words fluttered within his mind; they felt good to hear and without missing a beat Smoke lowered his head, propping one of your legs over his shoulder. His tongue dragged against your slick folds, tasting you from your aching core and stopping with the tip of his tongue on your bundle of nerves, he made sure to trace circles over your clit with his tongue as if he was licking ice cream. You grinded yourself against his lips, the feeling of his facial hair tickling your thighs made a breathy laugh escape from you. 

His strong hands rested on your plush hips, holding you down to make sure he could taste all of you. Smoke wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it with fever as his fingers continued to fuck into you, pressing them all the way in and only stopping at his knuckles. Your hand held onto the back of his head, gently caressing him as you pressed his face deeper into your pussy making sure that you could feel every inch of his tongue. You looked down at Smoke as he gazed upon you as if you were a work of art, and you looked at him as if he was an angel here to absolve you of your sins – or better yet to corrupt. The back of his tongue was now flush against your thumping clit as a low moan came from him, it felt like your entire soul was lit on fire from his plump lips rubbing against your sensitive bud, he would switch between licking your clit and kissing the top of your pussy. You were teetering over the edge from the sensation; and it didn’t help that the wet sounds of your cunt fluttered through the air like a pornographic symphony. 

It was all too much... 

With shaky hands you reached for your nightstand, there within the rickety drawer was a box of your cigarettes and a lighter. The paper box crushed within your grasp as you tried to open it with trembling fingers; Smoke was determined to make you come on his tongue. Three flicks from your lighter were all it took; the tip of the thin cigarette burned brightly through the dimly lit room. Your lungs burned with the heavy smoke as the nicotine made your head fuzzy while Smoke’s tongue set your whole body on fire, the head rush of chasing your orgasm and puffing on the cigarette was enough to send your body over the edge. Your back arched against the bed as sweat clung onto your heavy chest, it felt like you’ve been running a damn marathon as your legs shook, yet Smoke continued to fuck his tongue into your clenching pussy. His strong and steady hands held your hips down, locking you in place as your thighs damn near crushed his head.  

“Damn, baby. You eatin’ this pussy too damn good,” you moaned, a thick nicotine cloud plumed over your lips – the sensation burned your already swollen lips. “K-keep goin’, please don’t stop...” You finished, your once demanding persona slipping away between each lick Smoke gave your needy pussy, his fingers now giving her mean and tight strokes, but alas he still listens to your plea. And without fail your body began to shake underneath his touch; you shook like a damn leaf in the wind. Cries of his name fell from your lips like a prayer, you were convinced that he was starving for you the way he made sure to taste all of you as came hard against his mouth, Smoke’s heavy-lidded eyes gazed up at you as he watched your body contort above him. The sight of you reaching your climax made his already harden dick twitch with anticipation; he wanted to bend you over and fuck you through this mattress so damn bad. 

But patience is a virtue.  

Your teeth bit into the filter of the cigarette, trying your best to ground yourself back to earth, yet the sight of Smoke rising from between your legs made you almost choke. His thick lips and facial hair were slick with your pussy juices, his brown skin glistening under the candlelight, you leaned forward as your hands traced up his strong abdomen. You could feel his muscles twitch under the pads of your fingers and slowly you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. “You look beautiful, my strong soldier makin’ this pussy come like...That.” You whispered as Smoke plucked out the cigarette from your lips. Your tongue then licked across his parted lips, tasting just how sweet you truly were, Smoke’s own tongue licked against yours as if trying to steal the taste of your pussy for himself. You both weren’t quite kissing, just breathing into each other’s mouths as teeth clicked against each other's, your lips dragging against him as the feeling of his thick mustache tickled your nose. 

Smoke was the one to break the barrier, his tongue lustfully slipping past your lips as he kissed you. The kiss was messy, desperate, and downright nasty. Your pussy fluttered that familiar feeling of desire, it felt like you were swimming against a vicious tide when kissing Smoke, yet you wanted more of it – more of him. You tried to pull away for some air, but he held onto your jaw with a gentle yet firm grip, causing your lips to pucker within the kiss. Your lungs burned with the need to breathe, yet kissing Smoke was worth the temporary light headedness. With one last kiss, Smoke pulled his lips away from yours, causing a whine to escape from you, leaning to meet his lips again. Smoke dodged your hungry kiss. Your lips pressed sloppily on the corner of his mouth, his calloused fingers still holding your jaw within his grasp.  

With your mouth still pursed Smoke took a long drag from the cigarette he took from you, his eyes never breaking contact with yours as he puffed away, ya’ll were basically in a staring contest. Once satisfied with the long inhale, Smoke gently pressed his mouth against yours, filling your already burning lungs with thick cigarette fumes. A lazy smile tugged on your beautiful features as you licked your lips at the taste of him and the cigarette. “Lay down...” Smoke said as his eyes trailed up and down your naked body, his words caused a giggle to erupt from you.  

“Oh, nah. Not you makin’ orders,” a sigh was followed by your jesting. Which cause Smoke to be taken aback a bit. Yes, he was down for you to be dominant. But he assumed that after making you come, he’d be the one to show you how to please him next – or better yet show you how to please yourself. But you weren’t going to wane, not just yet. You’re gonna make him work for that. “You my soldier, remember? So, you do what I say...You lay your ass down right where you made me come.”  

“...And if I don’t?” Smoke asked, yet you could hear the slight undertones of humor within his question. You didn’t realize that the man could be funny, especially after snatching your soul out of your body with just his tongue and fingers alone. You leaned back, pulling your body heat away from him as the mischievous grin on your face made Smoke shiver with an expectant sigh, still smoking away on the cigarette as he watched you.  

“Then you go home. I already got mine; it’s your choice if you get yours.” You shrugged as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, your tone was singsong and utterly playful, the kind of tone that a person uses to tease someone. Smoke sucked his teeth own teeth at your words, the sight of his golden tooth catching the candlelight made your heart flutter, he took in your words, how cruel yet impish they were, he was right all along. You were trouble, plain and simple, yet he couldn’t help himself. If it were up to him, he’d would’ve been dived between your thighs a long time ago. But that damn ego and that damned mouth always was the bane of his fantasies about you. A beat of silence past and slowly he laid right in the spot you once were. A giddy laugh came from you, cutting through the tension like a knife as you then began to straddle him, your thick thighs caging him in, yet you both knew that he didn’t want to be freed.  

“So disciplined, so good at followin’ orders. But not good enough, we’ll work on that later...” You muttered mostly to yourself, Smoke heard you praises, yet catching your last part of your sentence stung him though. Half of him wanted so badly to make you pleased – no, that's not the word. He wanted to make you proud of him; to show you just how much better he was compared to your other flings within the bedroom. Taking your words in account, Smoke laid straight on his back as your lips, still soaked with his spit and juices from your pussy pressed against the shell of his ear. That special spot that always turned him into puddy.

You sucked and bit onto his earlobe which earned a deep and guttural moan from him. Your lips dragging down lower towards his thumping pulse, leaving dark red hickeys behind that you knew would be hard to hide. Your lips then traced each and every muscle that adorned his well-trained body. Your kisses on his body were gentle compared to the ones you gave his neck, as if thanking his body for being so damn strong yet comforting.  

Squeezing your thighs together to ease the ache of arousal between your legs, your hand wrapped around the base of his dick as your nimble fingers maneuvered up and down, Smoke was thick and girthy like a tree trunk and it didn’t help that his dick had a curve to it. You knew that it would hit your spot just right, turning you into a whimpering mess. But you wanted to desperately taste him first. Without hesitation you leaned down and placed a light kiss on the tip of his cock, your knees pressing into the mattress as you felt the warm precum pearl against your puckered lips, you continued to kiss his dick as if it was the most sacred thing on the planet.  

Licking your top lip to taste him you then filled your open mouth with his heavy cock, you could barely fit him in your mouth, but you still tried. Your tongue traced the thick veins that adorned his thick member – the feeling of his dick twitching from how your tongue rolled over tip made your head spin. The taste of him sparked something deeply within you, something raw and full of nothing but desire. “Mhm, fuck. Your mouth makin’ me feel...” But Smoke didn’t finish as he took another drag from the cigarette as moans rumbled through his entire being, his calloused hand massaged your scalp. You could feel his fingers tremble slightly, yet you leaned into his touch, sinking your mouth deeper around him until a gag was felt. He was trying his best but to buck his hips forward, he wanted so badly to fuck your mouth, but he knew it’ll be too much.   

Long lashes blinked up at him with each inch you took in your skillful mouth, gagging and moaning around him as you gave his dick mean sucks and licks. You were basically using him as if he was a lollipop, trying your best to taste all of him as precum danced within your mouth sweetly. He tasted delicious and it only urged you to sink your mouth deeper and deeper, pushing yourself past your limits you could feel the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat. The vibrations of your moans and gags cause Smoke to whimper, curling his toes as his hand gripped a fistful of your coils. The familiar feeling of your lungs burning for air made you pull your mouth away, catching your breath as a spit bubble bloomed from your open mouth, the bubble popping from the tip of his dick resting on your lips.  

Dazed fits of giggles came from you as tears streamed down your face, your hand now pumping his member as the slick and raunchy sound working over his cock was heard. Smoke’s dick bobbed against your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your chin and face were messy with spit, lips slick wet as a wide and toothy smile adorned your face. Despite the fact that your face was cover with drool, Smoke couldn’t help to stare at you in awe. “You so pretty.” That was all he said, and he said it without even thinking, yet that short compliment made your heart flutter. You whispered out a: ‘I know’ before planting more sloppy kisses up his thick shaft. You then continued to give him head, switching between your warm mouth and the palm of your hand. Your voice was hoarse as you showered him in praise; telling him how big he was and how good he tasted on your tongue. 

You could feel him being close, how his breathing became heavy, and the grip on your hair was starting to grow uncomfortable, but you continued. That was until he chanted your name like it was a war cry. Your names followed by ‘damns’, ‘pleases’, and ‘waits’ halted your movements. Pulling your mouth away from his dick with a wet pop you leaned back onto your knees, your eyes raking over his naked body. His brown skin was slicked with sweat; it reminded you of spilled water across a mahogany desk. You leaned down to lick the sweat that rested on his lower abdomen, just inches above his dick as the feeling of his pubic hair tickling your chin made you want to lick lower. But being the nice woman you were, you listen to his plea.  

“What is it, baby? Talk to me.” You sighed as your nails gently scratched against his skin; your voice was soft and comforting, like a hug or a warm blanket. But Smoke couldn’t muster the words he wanted to say, so instead he crushed the finished cigarette into the ashtray, the filter crumpling within his hands as he then reached for you. Pulling you up towards him by your arms, he planted a sloppy kiss on your lips, tasting himself on your mouth as he deepened the kiss. He breathed into your mouth heavily, as if kissing you would help him catch his breath. Your arms wrapped around him as both of your bodies laid flush against each other naked. You could feel every dip and valley of his muscles while his hands stroked and caress every soft curve you had; your breast pressed firmly against his hard chest. “Talk to me.” You moaned in between kisses, the sound of your breathy voice made Smoke crack as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.  

“Fuck me...Please.” Smoke begged, his teeth biting at the golden chain that hung loosely around your neck. The look on his face made you breathless; you gazed into his dark brown irises as his thumbs lovingly wiped the tears away that stained your cheeks. You had men beg you for some pussy before, but the way Smoke begged made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. It was pretty the way he begged, and with a smile you planted a soft peck against his lips. Slowly you sat up, straddling him again as you used his chest for support. You then grabbed the base of his cock that was slick with your spit, lining him up with your needy entrance. With an obedient nod you sank down onto his thick shaft. You were so wet, so warm, so fucking soft. It felt like he stumbled into heaven as your pussy squeezed around him perfectly. The pleasure that Smoke felt was undeniable and with gritted teeth his hands held onto your hips, making you sit on his dick completely. 

Your nails dug into his chest, scratching at his skin as the sting of pleasure and pain flooded your senses, Smoke was the biggest you’ve ever taken and you’re sure he knew this too. Smoke moaned out as you paused, adjusting yourself to his well-endowed size, his southern drawl growing sloppy as he told you how good you felt. You’re on top riding him, take each inch like a pro; you were fucking this man straight on his back. Each thrust of your hips sounded wet and sloppy, like jumping into puddles after a long day of rain. A creamy mess was quickly formed between both your sex, due to the friction and your natural wetness, Smoke loved how amazing you felt squeezing around him. 

And then without even thinking you interlocked your fingers with Smoke’s. Holding his left hand as you continued to ground yourself down onto his thick shaft, the feeling of him making small yet passionate groans fall from your lips; his hand guided your hips – your eyes locked onto each other. His thumb gently caresses the back of your hand with each snap; the feeling of his cock nestled deeply within your soft walls made you almost see stars, he was fucking you just right hitting that special spot that always made your legs turn into jelly. You were positive you were going to walk with a limp the next day, yet you still met his hips halfway, fucking him back while using his chest as leverage. The feeling of you giving him pleasure like this flooded his sense. It was damn near transcendental how good you were making him feel and deep down he knew he couldn’t let you go after this; it was as if your pussy was made just for him or maybe he was made just for you. 

“This my pussy now,” Smoke groaned going deeper as he paused his movements, the feeling of dick splitting you open almost made you come right then and there. You let out a high-pitched grunt at this, rolling your hips as your legs shook from the overbearing sensation, still you and Smoke held hands. “All mines.” He finished as his eyes gazed into your fluttering ones, all you could see within his heavy-lidded brown irises was utter devotion, the kind that’ll have a man stuck on you for years to come. All you could do in response was to lean down and kiss him again, moaning into his open mouth as he continued to fuck into you deeper, the noise of your pussy taking all of him was raunchy, yet it was music to your ears. You could happily have Smoke fuck you all day if you could and you knew he’d do it with no hesitation.  

He bit onto your bottom lip; Smoke was fucking into you so damn deep you’re sure you could feel him just below your bellybutton. The familiar pressure building up within your core made you instinctually pull away from him. The pleasurable feeling was too much to bear, yet you still wanted more. Smoke didn’t let you peel him off, his strong arms holding you close to his chest. Both of your bodies were covered in sweat as the cool air only made him pull you closer even more, trapping your body heat within his. Smoke could feel how close you were as your moans became broken cries of pleasure, how your breathing became heavy, and how you moaned out his name – Elijah. Your cooze was gripping him so deliciously that the feeling only encourages his strokes to quicken, then he wrapped an arm around your waist holding you in place as his free hand grabbed a fistful of your hair. Smoke kissed you with hunger, and you desperately kissed him back, sucking on his tongue as he licked into your mouth.  

Smoke’s hold onto your body fastened as the coil of lust that wound tightly within your core snapped as he thrusted into you with powerful strokes. Your orgasm ripped through your body like a tidal wave, your mouth trembling against his as tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes slipped down onto your cheeks, it felt as if reaching your peak crashed into him as his hips grew to lazy thrusting. The feeling of your creamy pussy coming so hard around his dick pushed him over the edge, snapping his head back your teeth bit into the soft skin of his neck, biting the hickey that was left behind earlier from you. 

Smoke moaned out your name too – that was all he could say as his own orgasm racked through his entire being. He finished inside of you and the warm sensation of him filling you up to the brim made you shiver with pure ecstasy, the creamy mess the both of you made stuck between the two of you yet Smoke still held you within his arms as heavy breathing filled the chilled air. You nestled your face on his neck, and the feeling of his once face paced pulse slowed against your lips, grounding you as his fingers massaged circles on your sore scalp. His dick was still deep inside of you, but you wouldn’t dare for him to pull out, him being so close to you like this made you feel...Good. 

Nobody ever made you feel like that before...  

You reached for Smoke’s face, cradling his face as your thumb traced over his lips and mustache, and the feeling of his beard tickled the palm of your hand as he leaned into it. A deep sigh escaped from Smoke’s lungs, rolling his shoulders as his hands roamed the plushness of your thighs that locked him in place. Your eyes lingered on his profile, kissing the corner of his mouth, and your eyelashes fluttering with each peck you gave him. “I still can’t stand you,” a soft chuckle fell from your lips and you could’ve sworn you saw Smoke smile at your words. “But you can stay the night...I ain’t ready for you to leave yet.”  

“Weren’t you headin’ out?” Smoke asked in a tired tone, turning to face you as both of your noses bumped into each other, yet he gave you a kiss that lingered onto your cheek. The feeling of that kiss was so damn tender and gentle that you almost melted within his hands. With a shrug of your shoulders, you told him you were, but it didn’t matter much now. You already had all the fun you needed with the man you truly wanted from the start; you reached over him towards your nightstand, fishing for another cigarette to share with Smoke who was too preoccupied with playing with your necklace with his thick fingers. “Too late for you to go out anyways.” He mumbled mostly to himself, but alas you still heard it. With a roll of your eyes, you finally pulled yourself from his lap. The feeling was so overbearing that a moan and a shiver involuntarily came from you, which earned a low yet quick chuckle from Smoke. The sound of it shocked you and with a huff you asked.  

“You laughin’ at me?” 

“Nah, just...Laughin’ at the situation.” He replied, you handed him the lit cigarette, yet all he did was lean over. Smoking the cigarette directly from your hand and the feeling of his plump lips pressed against your fingers made the butterflies within your stomach flutter with excitement. Leaning back, he blew the thick smoke out of his mouth. He was comfortable in your bed, that’s for sure. But as quickly as the playful atmosphere came, it went, and now both of you sat in silence as the cigarette smoke fluttered within the chilled air of your room. “I hope this ain’t the last time.” Smoke muttered which caused you to tuck your legs underneath yourself. There was no denying that you liked Smoke...A lot and it seemed that the feelings were mutual with how passionately you two were on each other moments ago.   

You looked outside your window, the glass foggy and wet due to the rain, yet the moon loomed overhead so brightly you were sure it was watching both you and Smoke. “Why you actin’ like you don’t know,” you leaned forwards towards him, the thin cigarette hanging loosely between your lips. “If I can recall you the one who said this pussy was yours...You not claimin’ her no more?” A giggle was followed by your crass words which in turn made Smoke playfully suck his teeth.  

“Yea, but you in the habit of actin’ funny.” Smoke said which made you gasp dramatically.  

“When have I ever? Besides, I’d never hurt my brave soldier. Treatin’ me so good. Yea, you’re stuck with me,” You sighed, leaning down to catch his lips with yours. The kiss shared was different from the quick pecks or sloppy licks. It was as if both of you were sealing a deal with each other, a wordless promise shared within the soft kiss. Pulling away from Smoke, you then whispered against his lips. “You still need proper trainin’ though, can’t have my soldier thinkin’ he don’t gotta follow my orders.”  

Needless to say, Smoke was excited to see just how thorough your ‘training’ with him would go...  

[bluudsucka]

Heyyy :) can I ask if you're writing anything at the moment?

yes! i’m writing multiple things at the moment here’s a list:

vampire!stack m. x vampire!reader x vampire!smoke m.

smoke m. x reader

preacher boy/sammie m. x reader

bo chow x reader

and writing part two of stack m. x reader x mary (although this one might take a looong time to finish cuz i keep rewriting it lol)

i know i’ve been gone, i’m working full time while also being a full time student as well so i don’t have much free time as i use too - but i’m still writing for you babies it’s gonna take a bit tho, i’m upset that i couldn’t participate in kinktober but i’m still gonna post what i wrote during that.

thank you for the love and thank you all for being so patient with me!!

[bluudsucka]

august night - remmick x fem!reader (chapter I)

chapter I - chapter II - chapter III

summary: it's the middle of the night in august and your husband isn't home, most likely spending his night with one of his many mistresses. but that didn't bother you as tonight was one of the many nights your lover, remmick, comes and spend some 'quality time' with you.

word count: 5k

warnings: smut, female reader, religious undertones, vampire sex, infidelity, bloodkink, blood drinking, blood loss, spit kink, oral sex, squirting, praise kink, slight mention of the hive mind, slight fluff at the end, remmick is down bad fr

author's note: my first ever fic, i was bored and wanted to write somethin'. i envisioned his lover to be black while writing this, i'm open to criticism to improve on my work, thank you so much for reading! enjoy!

The buzzing choir of cicadas enraptured your thoughts peacefully as your forehead that glisten with sweat pressed against your clasped over worked hands. You always enjoyed hearing the insects sing their song, it brought calmness to your frenzied and sporadic thoughts, and somehow those thoughts worsened when you would recite your nightly prayer.

Your lips mouthed the words you knew since you were a child, though no sound escaped from your mouth. Bruised knees planted firmly onto the dark wooden floor boards that would creak and groan underneath the shuffling of your weight, your elbows placed on top of the soft bedding that you shared with your husband.

Your husband.

A strong Godfearing man - who so happened to be a preacher - he was an adequate protector and provider, always giving you want you needed. A home that shielded you from the dangers of man and beast that lurked within the countryside, barn animals to cultivate fresh provisions, and social standing within the tightknit community that the church provided. But the one thing your husband lacked was willpower.

He was a cheater.

Women was his weakness, he would be gone days at a time, entertaining whichever woman he decided to obsess over that week. At first it broke your heart, so much in fact that you'd became bedridden when you saw him fucking a woman after Sunday Service. Ironically the sermon that day was about protecting the sanctity of marriage. You wanted to leave him - truly you did - but the elders within your church convinced you not to.

'As man; we all suffer from sin. It is not the way, but forgive and pray for him, so that he may seek the right and righteous path.'

You cried after hearing their words, but you did as told.

You prayed.

Oh, God. Did you pray.

But nothing changed.

With a sigh you ended your nightly prayer with an airy 'amen' and rose up from the hard floor. Sweat clung to your body due to the heatwave that Mississippi had, it had been hot for days now, and it oddly seemed like the nights were hotter than the mornings. You made sure to take an extra long bath before bed, but with how much you're sweating you knew you'd have to take one again early in the morning.

Slinking yourself between the bedsheets, you rested your head onto the soft feathered filled pillow, your eyes staring straight into the water stained ceiling. You told your husband to fix the pipes that caused the stain, he assured you that he will.

That's been five weeks ago.

You didn't bother blowing out the candle that sat onto the mahogany end table, the flickering of the small fire casting shadows across the cream colored wallpaper, the shadows enhancing small cracks and tears within the thinly cheap plaster. Frenzied thoughts turned into worry as you tossed onto your side, staring out the grime covered window, the night was eerily black. No stars, no moon, nothing. The muffled cicadas chirping only made your heart ache more.

His side of the bed was empty, he should be here by now.

As if on cue, loud knocking reverberated through the small one story home, you couldn't help to adorn a toothy smile. Jumping from the bed like it was molten lava, you dashed towards your heavy front door, the floor creaked and squealed underneath your bare feet.

With nimble fingers you hastily unlocked the many locks that held your door shut, biting your lip as you squeezed your thighs together. You couldn't help it, this man was everything to you. He made you feel things no man ever could, not even your husband could achieve reaching you to nirvana like how this man could. With a turn of a knob you were face to face with your love.

Your one and only.

"Hello, pretty girl. ya' missed me?"

There he stood, tall and proud, his broad shoulders rolling as he mumbled those soft words to you. He wore something different tonight, a light baby blue button up shirt that wasn't buttoned to the top, showing a white wife-beater underneath the clean dress shirt. Black suspenders held up his thick dark wool trousers, and your eyes couldn't help to glance at his thick hand that hung lazily over the strap that connected to his banjo.

He always had that instrument on him, always strumming away on the metal strings, singing you songs that came from his homeland that was far, far away from Mississippi. The instrument was strapped tightly around his body, you hope he'd sing you a new tune tonight. Leaning forward, his dark eyes scanned your features, taking in your beauty just like the first night you'd invited him in.

But he didn't pass the threshold.

The golden chain that hung around his neck glisten underneath the warm ember light that enveloped your home, you loved twirling that chain with your fingertips after he made love to you, and you couldn't wait to do it again tonight.

"You gonna make me stand out here? Or do I gotta beg, like last time?" He smiled, the sight of his sharp canines made your heart skip a beat. You remembered a few nights ago Remmick upset you, greatly. He didn't mean to, but he did. You both had a rule when he would come visit.

Don't talk about your husband.

Remmick couldn't stand the man, often turning pictures of your husband around and out of his view when he would come over, but he never outwardly stated that he despised him.

But you knew.

One night as his ice cold hands raked over your body, touching you in places only he knew that'll make you squirm with delight, he whispered softly in your ear: "I wonder if that preacher knows his wife is sleeping with the devil?"

You pulled away quickly from his comment, reality and shame crashing into your core, it felt like you just been trampled by wild horses. Staring at him your face twisted in disgust, not at Remmick, not fully. But disgust at yourself. At the end of the day, you were a cheater too, and the worst kind.

You were fucking a vampire.

That night was cut short with you rushing him out of your home, stating that he should never speak about your husband in that way. Even though the love between you and your estranged spouse was wavering, the love was still there. And as badly as it hurt Remmick, he knew you'd always have some sort of soft spot for that preacher.

Pulling yourself together, you opened the door wider, making enough room for Remmick to enter. "N-No, come in."

And come in he did, the wooden floor groaned underneath his heavy steps as he waltz within the home casually, as if he lived here himself. He started his nightly routine: turning those pictures of your husband around, making them face the wall, if it was up to him he'd wait until that preacher came back from whoever he was with and drain all of the blood from his body, killing him in an agonizingly slow death. You shut the heavy wooden door, a loud thud echoed through the home as your fingers locked the door again, each click of locks turning made Remmick smile.

Nobody in their right mind would lock themselves in with a vampire, but you were his, and he was yours.

He'd never hurt you.

"You're late, I was worried about you." You whispered, walking towards the taller man, as your arms wrapped around his stocky shoulders. He was so cold, like a corpse, but that didn't bother you none. In fact you were fond of his icy touch, especially in this Mississippi heat. Resting your head onto his chest his hands worked over your body, squeezing each curve he possibly can until his hand rested on the back of your head. With a feather light touch, he began to stroke your hair as the both of you swayed side to side, content with finally being in each other's arms after a long day.

"I know sugar, I'm sorry. I had a few things to take care of..."

"A 'few things', Remmi are you--"

"It ain't nothin' like that, I was hungry. I know, I should've waited till I got here, but a man's gotta eat. And I don't wanna drain you dry, pretty girl." Remmick assured, he knew that your mind would wonder, that was one of your many quirks. He would never entertain the thought of forming this kind of relationship you both shared with someone else, Remmick had carried an indifference towards the living for centuries now, only using them for sustenance and knowledge.

Nothing else.

He wouldn't betray you, unlike that preacher.

Pulling away from his freezing embrace you glanced at his face. Scanning his beautiful features - you loved staring at him, you could do it for hours - maybe it was some sort of vampiric charm? You didn't know, but all you did know was the burning desire to taste him, and for him to taste you.

"Got room for dessert? Come 'ere." You sighed as your hands raced over his thick biceps, stopping for a beat to trace the abnormally blue veins that adorn his forearms, and then interlocking your finger with his. You guided him towards the bedroom, though he didn't need guidance, as he'd enter your bedchambers several times now.

His hungry eyes danced across your frame, you wore a dusty pink nightgown, his favorite one that you own. It was so thin that wearing it was useless, he could see each and every curve of your body. Not to mention your raised nipples poking the fabric, begging to be licked and suckled on. Once you both entered the bedroom, you placed Remmick onto his side of the bed, the one closest to the door. The one that's away from the window.

Even though you made sure to invest in thick blinds, you didn't want to risk it, you often use your body as a shield when rays of sunlight peeked through them. With a sigh he pulled the banjo off of his body, leaning the instrument against the nightstand. He waited for this moment all day, as drool began to form in his mouth.

He hated drooling in front of you, the worry of him freighting you always crossed his mind when he would drool, but you were never frightened.

In fact it turned you on. The thought of him drooling over you made the butterflies in your stomach intense, and the familiar ache in your loins grow stronger. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, his dark eyes followed your movements. Your fingers opened the drawer of the nightstand, digging deep into it, pushing books and junk paper out of the way until you found what you've been looking for.

A sharp knife.

A switch blade to be precise, the kind that could slice through meat and possibly bone with enough force. Turning to face him again, you opened the palm of your hand that was covered in bruises and cuts. Your husband had questioned you about the sudden appearance of these flesh wounds, but you would tell him that you accidently cut yourself cooking or from doing chores around the house.

With a wince you slashed your hand open, crimson pearling from the wound as it slowly spilled out of the cut. Remmick held your hand within his as he looked up at you with reverence, as if you were an angel sent to absolve him of his sins. With quickness he placed his lips over the cut, his tongue lapping up the thick blood as if it was liquid gold. He tried his best not to sink his sharp teeth into your skin, he knew about your fear of being turned.

You weren't ready yet, and he understood.

So to circumvent this; you came up with the idea of him drinking you from an open wound, avoiding using his poisonous teeth in the process. He moaned against your palm as he sucked the gash on your hand, trying his best to get as much blood as he can. You tasted so sweet, and the memories that clung onto your blood tasted even sweeter.

Your memories and experiences swarmed his mind, pulling him deeper and deeper in ecstasy. He could see everything you've experienced, all the highs and lows, all the pain and happiness, all the heartbreak and love. He could feel everything, he could see everything.

The time that you skipped Sunday school as a teen to share your first kiss with a boy in a cornfield, that moment when you tasted alcohol for the first time, and that aching feeling of when you cried for days after you found your husband with another woman.

You ran your free hand through Remmick's thick and dark hair, your fingers separating each curl you could find as you watch him drink from you, your core growing wetter by the second.

"That's it, baby. Drink it all, drink all of it." You encouraged, which earned an eager nod from the man, his large hands squeezing yours tight. You winced at the pain of him holding your hand in a chilled vice grip, but you didn't pull away.

You'd never do that until he got his fill.

With a wet pop he pulled his lips from your hand, a string of saliva connected his bottom lip and your palm, his lips were stained red from your blood. His once dark eyes were now ruby red, the most beautiful shade of red you'd ever seen.

Remmick shot you a toothy smile, his fangs more prominent than ever and his eyes were glossy. It was as if he'd taken a hit of an intense drug, he couldn't help but to lull his head to the side, trying his best to catch his breath. You were breathy too. Watching him feed on you made you horny, so incredibly horny.

The cut on your hand was still bleeding, and with one final lick the man finally spoke: "Lemme patch you up, pretty girl."

Remmick reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a roll of bandages, with a lick of his lips he began to wrap the bandage around your hand tightly. The high of him feeding from your hand slowly washed away as the sting of the wound bit at your soft skin, you hissed when the bandage pressed against the wound.

"I know, sugar. I know. Thank you for this, baby. Thank you for feeding me."

You didn't reply, you didn't need to. He knew you'd gladly offer him your blood, but being the gentleman that he is, he had to verbalize his gratitude. You didn't need to do this - but you did.

He's forever in your debt.

Your eyes flicked between his chiseled pale face, his gentle hands that wrapped the bandage on your wound, and the growing bulge within his black pants. He was aching to be inside you, and you were aching for him to take you fully. Once he was done dressing your cut, you placed steady hands onto his strong shoulders, and without a second thought you planted a heated kiss onto his crimson lips.

He quickly kissed you back, his hands cupping your face as he pulled you closer towards his frame, making you straddle his lap in the process. The taste of iron filled your mouth as the kissed deepened, both of your tongues danced with each other as blood that stained his lips now stained yours. His sharp canines dragged against your lips, as he tried his best to savor the blood that clung to them.

He wanted to bite down - it took so much willpower to stop the urge to do so - his cold hands trailed down your cheeks towards your neck, he felt your pulse underneath his finger tips.

He couldn't wait for the day you finally let him sink his fangs into you, the day when the both of you could finally be together.

Forever.

But until that day comes, he settled on coming to you at night and fucking you before the sun would rise, and before your husband would come home. Leaning himself back onto the bed, your body pressed flush against his, caging him in. But he wouldn't dare leave you, not when you're so needy for him, not when he's so needy for you.

"Take these clothes off, Remmi." You whimpered out between fevered kisses, his cold lips cooling down your burning hot skin. Without a word, he did as he was told, leaning up again and shrugging the suspenders off of his shoulders.

His fingers skillfully unbuttoned his shirt, tossing the fabric to the side, your hands reached under his wife-beater that clung onto his lean body, feeling the cold yet well trained muscles under your fingertips. Remmick didn't like talking about his life before he'd turned, you always wondered what he did before. Was he carpenter? A farmer? A blacksmith? You wanted him to tell everything about his life, before turning and after.

With a chuckle he tossed the thin undershirt aside too, only wearing his pants now. You leaned in and kissed his neck, where his pulse would be. But there was nothing, you couldn't feel a heartbeat or the heat. He was dead, truly dead. But that didn't stop you from sucking on his neck, your lips grazing the gold chain that hung around his neck. You knew the mark you'd leave would rapidly heal, disappearing as if you hadn't kissed there at all.

Lightly, he moved you off of his lap, laying your body onto the soft plush of the bed. Causing you to whine from the sudden disappearance of his touch, Remmick shook his head playfully as he unzipped his pants, kicking his heavy boots off in the process. With swift movements he pulled his pants along with his boxers off of his lower half, freeing his dick from the tight confines of his pants.

You moaned in pleasure at the sight of him fully nude, your eyes gazing at his dark brown happy trail that lead towards his hard member. You then tucked your legs underneath yourself, your hands reached for him as you began to lightly stroke his thick shaft.

"Now it's my turn to taste you." You whispered, placing a light kiss on the flush tip of his cock, you filled your open and bloody mouth with him. The familiar and comforting taste of him sparked a carnal fire within you. Nimble fingers maneuvered up and down on the base of his cock, Remmick was thick, you could barely fit him in your mouth but that didn't stop you from trying. The twisting expression of pleasure that adorned his face sent shockwaves of fulfillment through your body.

Squeezing your thighs together to ease the ache of arousal between your legs, you pushed your mouth deeper onto his cock, tasting the precum that danced deliciously on your tongue. Remmick's toned body twitched above you from the sudden sensation, your tongue skillfully swirling the sensitive skin on the tip of his cock.

"Yes, yes...Just like that, baby." Remmick groaned, his calloused hand massaged your scalp as the other held onto your shoulder, his cold touch made your skin taunt with goosebumps. Looking down he made eye contact with you, his ruby eyes peering deep into yours as his bloodstained lips hung opened slack, you knew he was trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth.

Long lashes blinking with each inch your bravely took into your mouth, gags reverberated from your lungs. The vibrations of them made Remmick choke out a strained moan, his hands ran through your hair, moving it out of the way as your soft tongue grazed the thick veins on his cock.

His cries of pleasure egged you to go deeper, pushing yourself pass your limits and with a gag, you pulled away from him. Catching your breath as tears streamed down your face, you continued pumping him as the slick sound of your hand working over his cock that was covered in your spit echoed through the scorching hot room. His calloused hand wiped away the tears that clung onto your warm cheeks.

"You did such a good job for me, darlin'. Don't hurt yourself, c'mere." Remmick praised, pulling you up by the arms as he planted a sloppy kiss onto your swollen lips, tasting himself on your tongue as he did so. Moaning into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around him, clinging onto the vampire as if he'd disappear at any moment. Slowly Remmick placed you onto your back on the soft bed, not breaking the passionate kiss as he hovered over you.

"My turn again." He chuckled as he laid on top of you, balancing his body weight to make sure that he didn't crush you, but even if he did - you wouldn't care. His lips kissed and sucked at your neck, focusing on the thick artery that pumped your blood through you, his tongue slowly licking the vein which earned a cry of approval from you.

A strong hand grabbed your breast through your nightgown, rolling the sensitive nipple between cold fingers. He lightly grazed his sharp teeth against the skin of your neck, teasing you as you shivered underneath the man. The scratching sensation of his teeth against your skin was quickly replaced with soft suckles.

"Baby, y-you can't leave any marks on me, he'll get upset with me." You breathlessly reminded Remmick, which earned you a disappointed sigh of defeat. Crawling down slowly, he left a trail of kisses on your clothed body, leaving behind bloodstain kisses on the gown. You know it'll be hard to wash out later, but that annoyance is for another time. Remmick paused his kisses and stopped at your dripping core.

"Why you ain't wearin' no panties?" He asked, a playful under tone laced within each word he spoke, hiking your nightgown up until your lower half was visible for him and you to see.

"I'm tired of you tearin' through them, I figured this'll be easier."

"Awe, but that's my favorite part."

"Hush up." You playfully chastised, a giggle fell from your lips as he shot you a bloody yet gorgeous smile. His rough hands held onto your thighs as he spread your legs, feeling his breath on your aching pussy made you shiver in anticipation, your hands ran though his dark brown hair, making his already messy hair even messier.

With a gentle lick Remmick ran his tongue slowly across your already soaking pussy, stopping to circle at your clit with his skilled tongue. Steadily he repeated his movements, taking in and savoring the sweet taste of your juices that replaced the delicious iron flavor of your blood. You were the sweetest girl he'd ever tasted in all his years of 'living' - and if you'd let him - he could eat your pussy until the sun came up, not caring about getting caught by your husband.

With a moan, you arched your back in pure bliss as Remmick sucked at your sensitive and swollen bud. His fingers slowly working their way inside you, he wanted to make sure you were ready for him; he wasn't the type of man to rush things like this.

"R-Remmi--Ah!" Your moans were muffled by your hand that covered your mouth, your teeth biting into your fingers as Remmick worked over your core. His mouth and tongue worked in tandem with each other which created a sensation that was slightly overbearing, but you enjoyed every last minute of it.

Remmick was a selfless lover.

Pulling away from your heat Remmick gently pushed two fingers inside of you, stopping at the middle of his fingers, just below the second joint of the thick digits. You squirmed underneath him, already feeling somewhat full by just his two fingers alone, and he hadn't even pushed them in all the way yet. Slowly, he moved his fingers in and out, the wet sound of your sex filled the bedroom which only aroused Remmick even more, but he knew to have patience.

Resting his head on your inner thigh, he looked up at you, and of course he was smiling like a fool. "Does that feel good?"

"Mhm, so good..." You moaned out a strained reply.

Remmick then pushed his fingers further until they were all the way in, his knuckles slightly grazing your swollen clit. Your legs were beginning to shake which only urge him to move his fingers faster, licking your clit between each thrust his fingers gave you. Sweaty hands were now gripping the bedsheets as your breathing quickened, the familiar feeling of a knot in your stomach began to bubble, you knew you were close.

With a heaving chest, you begged your Remmi to go faster, whimpering his nickname that you gave him through cries of pleasure. And with closed eyes and a racing heart you came.

Hard.

Your body shook as sweat clung onto your spent frame, your legs shaking as if you'd been running through thick swamp water. Remmick leaned back as he continued to rub your clit, earning a whine of pleasure from this action. Without fail that knot within your stomach quickly formed and quickly snapped, making you squirt all over the bedsheets and Remmick's heaving chest.

"Good job, pretty girl. Good job." Remmick praised, holding you steady as your body convulsed in pleasure mixed with overstimulation. Embarrassment soon then followed, never in your sheltered life have you squirted before, you didn't even know if you could do it. Crossing your legs to shield your pussy from Remmick's intense gaze - you blurted out an apology - hands covering your face as you did so.

"What're you apologizin' for?" Remmick asked, pulling your hands away from your face, licking his lips to savored the taste that danced on his tongue.

"I-I got carried away, I didn't mean to--I never--"

"Nonsense, sugar. It only means that I did somethin' right." He assured as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips, you could taste yourself as you sank deeper into the kiss, your hands holding onto Remmick's cold yet comforting body. This make-out session was more intense than the last, as you bit down on Remmick's swollen lips, this kiss felt as if it were a battle.

But both parties wouldn't mind losing.

"Fuck me, please..." You begged, your fingers playing with the golden necklace that hung across his neck. With an obedient nod he grabbed his cock at the base, lining himself towards your entrance. You looked down and watched as Remmick slowly entered you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he did so. Shutting your eyes you grabbed onto Remmick, your nails digging into his pale skin.

He was stretching you out and the sting of pain and pleasure flooded your senses. Remmick moaned into your shoulder, his once southern drawl now melted into that of an Irish one, soft hymns from his homeland slipped pass his mouth as he rocked his hips back and forth, earning high-pitched grunts from you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in, but he wouldn't dream of going anywhere. You were so wet, so soft, so warm. Your body felt like heaven, the pleasure he felt was undeniable - your pussy squeezed around him perfectly. It was as if you were made for him, or perhaps he was made for you.

Your nails scratched and dug into his back, leaving behind scars that'll quickly heal over as if nothing happened. Holding your face in his hand while the other one rubbed your thigh soothingly, easing the tense muscle as much as he can. Both of your eyes were locked onto each other, neither one of you dared to break eye contact as tears of pleasure fell from your hazy irises.

Drool crept down his chin and jaw, and without exchanging any words you open your mouth wide, just like last time. Holding your jaw firmly in his hand he let the trail of drool seep out of his mouth and into yours, earning a whimper of gratitude from you.

You loved the taste of his spit, it was like taking a sip of holy water, you couldn't resist begging him for a taste. Especially when he's fucking you so good like this. Wiping the tears that clung onto your face, Remmick whispered words in his native tongue that you couldn't understand. The language sounded so foreign to your untrained ear, but you knew each word he spoke was filled with adoration and love.

"F-Fuck, I'm almost there," Remmick mumbled switching back to English, although now he spoke in his thick Irish accent. He rested his cold forehead onto yours that was slick with sweat. You nodded in agreement as your words were now reduced to moans and grunts.

"Do you think you can came for me again, one more time?" He asked in between rapid thrust of his hips, his dick hitting the perfect spot within your core.

"Mhm!" You nodded, holding him flush against your body.

"Good..."

With a few more thrust of his hips Remmick sighed out a long 'fuck' as the feeling of come filled your pussy to the brim. Shaking you squeezed your legs in a vice grip, which earned a satisfied chuckle from Remmick. With heavy sighs, the high of reaching your orgasm subsided as your tired body went limp, releasing Remmick from your legs. With a kiss on the cheek and a light pat on your sore leg Remmick laid lazily next to you on the bed.

On his side of the bed.

The sound of cicadas buzzed through the midnight air as both of you stared into each others eyes, your hand reached for his, and he gladly held onto it which helped you anchor back into reality.

"I love you, Remmick." You whispered with a hushed voice, and with a squeeze of his hand he shot you a toothy bloody grin.

"I love you too."

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my first fic ever getting 1,000+ notes! thank you to everyone who read it and enjoyed i love yall down!! much love <3

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i'm so tender on you - stack m. x fem!reader

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.

"Okay, but don't mess this up..."

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omggg 1,000 notes?!! this is my most popular fic yet thank yall so much for the love!! i’ve been gone for some weeks i’m sorry your girl is outside this summer (CUT CUT CUT!!) but i wanna thank yall more stories are finna be posted! i haven’t forgot about ya’ll i’ve been writing every other day as much as i can i love yall down thanks for the support babies <3

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cherry waves - stack m. x fem!reader x mary

summary: struggling with a serious case of writers block you find yourself desperate for inspiration for your next novel. deciding to take a stroll around the bustling city at night you find yourself lounging within a bar, a strikingly enigmatic couple offers you a chance of a lifetime to write their story...what could go wrong?

word count: 14k

warnings: smut, threesome (f/f/m), porn with plot, implied poly relationship dynamics, unprotected sex, oral sex, squirting, breathplay, dirty talk, overstimulation, size kink, choking, rough sex, spit kink

author's note: this was suppose to drop last month during pride but it's been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute. so for those who waited here it is bookie! this is for the bisexual/pansexual girlies! still workin on requests the next fic that will drop will be a smoke fic and whewww it's too good till then i hope ya'll enjoyed this much love <3

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It was a foggy night within the bustling streets of Louisiana, the cobblestones still glistened and slick with rainwater from the thunderstorm that passed over the southern state, leaving behind only a thick mist that curled around pedestrians and lingered under the ember glow of street lights. You heels clicked against the pavement - sharp, intense, and purposeful. There were no stumble within your steps as you gracefully sidestep over puddles and potholes that lingered onto the wet pavement.

With a roll of your shoulders, you took a long drag from the cigarette that hanged loosely from your cherry stained red lips, not bothering to pull the cigarette from your mouth as you exhaled the thick smoke that nipped at your lungs. Grey smoke plumed in front of you, but you didn't break your stride - walking within the smoke cloud until you were met with breathable air again.

The box had been full this morning; buying it when you walked back from the local library. Now the paper box was empty, you told yourself that you wouldn't do this - chain smoking to the point were it wasn't even enjoyable anymore but the pressure was eating away at your already fried nerves.

You hit a wall...The words that use to flow from your brain grinded to a halt. You had nothing to write about and it been like that for months. The emails from your editor sat within your computer unopen, you dreaded even holding the damn thing, it stung like an infected cut but you knew you were dragging out the inevitable.

"You're wastin' our time..."

"If you don't give us somethin' concrete - somethin' good, then we'll just have to cut our losses and move on."

Those were the words you editor told you over the phone since you've been avoiding his emails like the plague. His tone wasn't harsh, but they dripped with impatience and disappointment. You understood his frustration - he had a job to do and if you didn't do your job then he wouldn't get paid. You took another stressful drag of the cigarette, this time pulling it from your lips, the yellow filter stained red from your lipstick as you continued your mindless walk.

But then your steps slowed.

And then they stopped.

Red neon lights bled through the open door of a bar, cutting through the hazy streets, and the sign above buzzed slightly - flickering as if it had a life of its own.

Smoke's Place.

Strange name for a bar yet something about it pulled you in, beckoning for you to enter and have a drink or five. The neon from the sign painted over your brown skin and the black dress you wore in hues of crimson, it was as if you were covered in blood, a wave of eeriness shuddered down your spine. You should continue your walk, not bothering to entertain the idea of entering this hole-in-a-wall bar, but the need to find inspiration was stronger than your discernment.

Tossing the butt of your finished cigarette onto the wet cobblestone, you stepped on the flickering filter, crushing it with the bottom of your heel as you made your way towards the bar. Walking past the threshold your eyes scanned the red surroundings. The bar wasn't empty - yet it wasn't full either. A few patrons nestled within booths, nursing drinks and chatting amongst each other, others sat at the mahogany bar listening to the soft hum of music fluttering in the air.

Blues.

You always loved the sound of it. Slow, sweet, tender, and mournful. The kind of music that made you feel waves of emotions that you never knew you could feel. Feeling pleased with the sultry environment; you made your way towards the bar, slipping onto the red velvet stool you made eye contact with the bartender. He gave you a quick nod, signaling you to place your order.

A rum and coke.

He nodded again and moved with purpose as he started to make your drink. The soft yet melancholic melody caressed your ears as you rested your chin within the palm of your hand, you gazed blankly at the liquor bottles that lined up neatly behind the bartender, and the beat of isolation hung over you like an overbearing hug. You should be at home right now working, even if you came up with a half-assed and flimsy idea - it was better than nothing.

You were so wrapped up in your stressful thoughts that you didn't notice a pair of eyes lingering on you the moment you stepped foot into the bar. A woman sat across the room, legs crossed with a wine glass in hand. With a teasing smile she took a long sip from the glass and she stood up. Walking with long and seductive strides, her hips swaying without a care in the world, and without warning she sat right next to you. The sudden presence of her made you practically jump out of your skin.

She laughed at your action, amused that you looked scared - even if it was for a split second. With a sigh she took another sip from her wine glass, your eyes lingered on her movements. She was beautiful, she was gorgeous. Her dark brown hair fell loosely, framing her face as effortless brown waves stopped just below her jawline. Her skin was a pale olive hue, smooth and cool toned, as if she was sculpted out of stone and came to life. But you couldn't help but to look at the beauty mark that rested high on her cheek, slightly underneath her left eye.

Her eyes...

They watched you intensely without blinking. They were dark brown, a deep dark brown. Too deep. It felt like you were looking into a bottomless pit - as if she held the abyss within her gaze. There was something off about the stranger's flirty gaze, it made your skin rise in goosebumps, but you couldn't look away from her even if you tried too. The red neon lights made her brown irises shimmer, enhancing the mimicking of life within them.

"I ain't never seen you in here before," the woman said, tilting her head as her smooth southern accent filled your ears like music. "How you find this place?"

Leaning back slightly to create space between you and the woman you spoke: "I walked...Just stumbled across this place and needed a drink, is all."

A small yet pleased smile tugged at the woman's lips from your honest answer, her knee brushing gently against yours underneath the bar. You couldn't tell if it was an accident or deliberate - but you didn't pull away from the woman's touch - in fact you leaned back into it. Her gazed lingered a bit longer until she extended her hand towards you, palm up awaiting for yours to be placed within hers.

And you did.

"Name's Mary." She smiled. She asked you about your name, which you gladly told her. She repeated it slowly, dragging out each syllable in a singsong tone. What you didn't expect was her lips to press against the back of your hand, the kiss was careful and tender, a gasp of shock rushed out of your lungs from her actions.

Her lips were soft...Yet cold.

Pulling back, Mary's grasp on your hand didn't dissipate, in fact she held onto your hand as if you two were longtime lovers. You watched as she reached for her wine glass again, this time you really paid attention to what's really inside of the glass. At first you assumed that it was some kind of red wine - but the way the liquid clung onto the glass, how thick and dark it was - you knew that it wasn't alcohol. You also noticed each time she drank the canines within her mouth were sharper than the average.

The bartender placed your drink in front of you, and with a turn of his heel he went to serve the other patrons, with a shudder you reached for your drink. Mary's intense gaze made something within you bubble with nervousness, fear, and need. Without thinking you chugged the booze, not even taking sips like you planned on doing in the first place. Mary's eyes widen at your action and blurted out: "Whew, I hope you don't got work tomorrow mornin'."

"I work from home." You replied as you slammed the now empty glass down, the clinking of ice filled up the beat of silence that lingered between the two of you. Her interest were piqued at this leaning forward just enough to show off her cleavage to you she asked you what you do for work, which you simply stated that you were an author, you told her of the most recent novel you've written and her face lit up so damn quick you thought she saw Jesus himself.

"That's you? I knew I recognized that pretty face! Oh, I love your work...What're doin' here in Louisiana? I assume you'd be cruisin' on a yacht in the middle of the ocean!"

"No, no, no...That ain't my thing. I mean, I do enjoy vacations, but I prefer not to blow all my money on shit like that," you laugh at Mary's sudden excitement which earned a chuckle from her too. "I'm here for work actually; startin' a new book."

"What about?" She asks as she leaned in, scanning your features as if you were a painting that hung within the most prestigious museum. Her fingers traced small shapes over the back of your hand, and you could tell that her touch meant something more than just idle tracing.

"You tell me...I got no idea what yet. I hit a wall, nothin' really speaks to me anymore and everyone's expecting me to deliver but I...I got nothin' left to say." You mumbled and the same nagging feeling of stress rattled within your brain again. So much for drinking away that unbearable feeling. Mary's face twisted with sympathy as she soaked up the words you spoke. Even if she just met you moments ago, she felt like she knew you - she spent hours reading your books. It grounded her when she's reminded of how her life got flipped upside down, how she was damned here for the rest of her existence - force to live within the shadows and fest upon the living.

Your words were her salvation.

Something shifted inside Mary and her once sympathetic expression melted into that of mischief a light had flick behind her cold, bleak eyes. Leaning in closer, invading her personal space you noticed a sweet scent of her perfume. It was floral and fruity, her scent reminded you of a hot summer's day lounging on a beach gorging yourself on peaches and mangos. You inhaled her scent deeper this time but you noticed a metallic undertone - the undeniable scent of blood. The sickening smell clung within her hair yet it didn't bother you; It only made you more interested.

"Can you keep a secret?" Mary whispered. The question was heavy - almost strange. It was as if Mary was testing some sort of boundary you both shared that you had no clue about. A soft chuckle escaped your lips, your laugher tinged with discomfort and curiosity. Maybe it was your desperation of finding something to write about, maybe it was the alcohol numbing your inhibitions, or maybe it was the way Mary looked at you as if you were some sort of goddess?

Either way you knew you wanted to see where this goes.

"Yea'..." You whispered back, which earned a toothy grin from the woman. She down her last sip of 'wine' and placed the glass onto the bar, sitting up from the velvet stool. Her hand was still holding yours but her grip slightly tighten.

"C'mon, I wanna introduce you to someone," Mary spoke in a giddy tone, pulling you up from the stool. "I bet we can help you find that spark again. Your words bring be comfort - so think of this as me givin' back."

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Mary led you with determination and purpose, weaving through the bar's shadowed backend as if she'd done this a thousand times. Pushing open the door that read 'Staff Only' in bold lettering she cut through the narrow hallway that was cluttered to the brim with liquor bottles, cleaning supplies, and miscellaneous crates that stacked on top of each other haphazardly. Then came the stairs, narrow and wooden just like the hallway you were led to. With each step that you and Mary made the moans from the staircase echoed off of the tight walls that grazed your shoulders with each movement you made.

This was a bad idea.

Following a stranger, doesn't matter how pretty they were, in a part of a bar that clearly wasn't meant for the public sent a wave of doubt within your chest. You didn't even know what her intentions were - this could honestly be a setup of some sort. You were mentally kicking yourself for even entertaining this notion of being alone with her in the first place. But just as quickly as your fear of potentially being robbed and/or extorted filled your thoughts, they were soothed as Mary glanced back, her fingers interlocked with yours as she gave you a warm and reassuring smile. You could tell that smile was genuine, that or she was just a really good actress.

At the top of the staircase was a door, so plain and extremely well hidden. The lighting within the small hallway was dim and dark, you could barely see your hand without squinting your eyes and holding it close towards your face. Mary didn't knock; she just turned the knob and walked in the room like she belonged there.

She most likely did.

It was an office that clearly belonged the person that owned this place, framed certificates and liquor licenses hung onto the dark red walls quickly gave that away. But what truly caught your attention was the art. Afro-surrealist paintings, rich with vibrancy and textures your sure that the paintings would come to life. The brush work was bold and dream like, you also noticed a record player that rested between the paintings, this person was a big Sammie Moore fan that's for sure.

But the nice decor within the office didn't make you breathless, oh no it didn't. It was him that did that. He stood at the open balcony doors, tall with broad shoulders, just by how his expensive clothes hugged his frame you knew that the man had a strong build. A toothpick rested between his lips and he tilted his head towards you and Mary with lazy interest. The midnight sky held a dark velvet hue, mixed with the harsh red neon from the bar sign below, casting him in an intense yet ethereal light. His brown skin shimmered, you wanted to run your hands across his body, not out of lust. But because this man was just so damn handsome - you were sure this could possibly be a dream and you'd wake up drenched with sweat in your bed.

But this wasn't a dream...

He didn't move a first, just chewed slowly on the toothpick as his eyes narrowed at you and Mary, and those eyes. Deep brown just like Mary's and equally lifeless like hers too. Both of their eyes held nothing but had the answers to everything, you couldn't look away from them, and the stranger was the first one to break eye contact from you. Leaning off the open doors of the balcony, the man quickly stroked his moustache and goatee, both were neatly trimmed and taken care of. His dimples flashed when he finally spoke, and the booming sound of his voice made you flinch back into Mary's touch.

"What you want this time, girl?" The man asked, his question was directed at Mary. And without missing a beat he spoke again. "And who this?" His gaze now glued onto your form. You open and closed your mouth in quick successions, trying your best to find the words you wanted to say. But Mary spoke for you, she sang out your name with pride, the grip on your hand tighten as she did so.

Mary explained the reason of you being here: you were an author, her favorite one, and you needed help finding inspiration. The man shook his head, a sarcastic laugh rolling off his tongue as he looked between you and Mary, and a long yet intense pause lingered over the conversation. Looks were exchanged between the two and you were sure that they were communicating without speaking a single word - as if having a whole conversation within each others minds without you hearing a thing.

"You really are that bored...Or dumber than a bag of rocks."

"Fuck you, Stack. Don't talk all that hot shit with me just cause we got company around, you ain't impressin' nobody." Mary stepped closer to the man now known as 'Stack', her grasp on your hand disappearing as she wrapped her arms around herself. Stack raised an eyebrow at Mary's sudden energy shift, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth as she gave him a look that held something raw, something that you couldn't quite understand.

"This isn't some impulsive shit, okay?! This could help you - could help us!" Mary shouted, motioning to you without breaking the intense gaze she shared with Stack. "If we talk about it - if we can finally put it in words - we can move on. We don't gotta keep dancin' around it till somethin' happens to one of us."

"So, what? You wanna use her as some kinda couples therapist but with extra steps and shit?" Stack asked with an slightly amused grin plastered on his handsome features.

"She's a writer! She can do what we can't," Mary pleaded, her hands that were once rested on her hips held onto Stack's strong arms. She closed the distance between them, their body pressed firmly against each other. "She can carry it and shape this ugliness into somethin' beautiful. We've been holdin' onto this hurt for years, it's rottin' away at us, and you know it is..."

Silence followed Mary's pleas soon after, thick and drawn out, you could cut the tension with a knife. Your chest began to tighten and your throat dry, the buzz from the liquor you chugged quickly dissipated, and all that was left were your fried nerves. Stack stared at you, unmoving while Mary eyes flicked between you and Stack, her face twisting with desperation.

"We're vampires, ma." Stack dryly sighed out. No buildup, no dragged out drama, it was as if he confession to something mundane such as taking the last slice of pizza or something. His words of confession echoed through the thick air and you blinked. He must be joking, right? There's no such things as vampires - this had to be some sort of elaborate prank or some weird fetish the couple shares together.

Your mind stalled, went blank, and the once disbelief turned into strained humor. A low snort escaped your lips and your hand raced to cover your mouth in an attempt to hold in your laughter, but the chuckle grew into a cackle - laughter that couldn't be contain. The kind of laughter that a person has when something so absurd happens that your body short circuits.

"I-I'm so sorry ya'll," you breathed out between the fits of laughter. You slightly doubled over as the giggles grew more strained. "You're what now, vampires? And what am I a fairy or somethin'?"

But Mary didn't smile and neither did Stack. They both just watched you laugh with a straight face and you noticed that their serious demeanor didn't waver in the slightest. Your thunderous laughter slowed, then it died, you stood there in awkward silence now as you scanned their face to find some kind of humor within their look.

But there weren't any...They were serious.

Stack tilted his head slightly, so subtle that if you weren't paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. Mary's face was still, but her lips were parted ever so slightly, and her teeth already sharp became even sharper by the second. Their cold brown irises melted into something pale - something sinister. Stack's eyes resembled the icy moonlight that shimmered brightly with sliver while Mary's eyes where a blazingly bright copper - almost feline like in nature.

Their once casual presence changed, it felt like the already tense air was being thinned by the second, and it was harder to catch your breath. Stack's golden capped teeth were impossibly sharp, not just fangs but maws. He was like a wolf wearing human skin - a hunter that could easily kill you.

With pure instinct you jumped, your feet moved before you could even think, stumbling backwards only to crash into the hard leather chair behind you. The sudden collision sent you falling back into the seat, so ungraceful, so panicked. You tried to push yourself forward but it seemed like the chair itself was holding you in place, all you could do was grip the armrest for dear life. Your chest heaved in rapid successions, your breathing coming in going in jagged short bursts, and the thunderous heartbeat from your fear echoed through your entire being.

They just stood there watching your movements and their eyes glowing faintly through the dimmed light of the office. But the way that they looked at you didn't hold an ounce of malicious intent. No threat, no hunger, and no anger. Just waiting and curiosity, and somehow that made you more fearful than ever before. They could've easily killed you right here and right now.

But they didn't.

"It's alright, darlin'. We ain't gonna hurt you." Mary said softly, stepping forward from Stack to kneel down in front of you, leveling herself within your terrified gaze. You couldn't form the words you wanted to say, it was as if your voice was trapped within your body. Mary tilted her head to the side and her glowing vampiric eyes soften at your fearful expression.

"Remember what I asked you earlier? About you keepin' a secret?" A pause lingered over the conversation as Mary waited for you to answer her, with a gulp you nodded your head which earned you a wide smile from her. Kneeling up again she began to waltz around the room. "Well, darlin'. This is what I meant..."

The sound of her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor with each graceful step she took, stopping at a painting to run her fingers over the thick paint strokes. Popping her hip to the side she spoke again, this time in an attempt for you to understand her and Stack.

"We ain't monsters, you know...We just people who didn't die when we should've. People who've seen to much - done too much."

"Don't go romanticizing this shit, Mary. We vampires, cursed, the damned, end of story." Stack blurted out, leaning against his desk as he stared out the open balcony doors, playing with the lighter in his strong hands. The soft clicks from the lighter slightly cooled your nerves, and it seemed like Stack noticed this - which made him drag out the flicks from the lighter in an attempt to sooth you.

"We got stories, things we never spoke about out loud before. About what we lost, how we got here, and what we became..." Mary's voice dropped lower, more intimate as she waltz towards you again, her hand slowly placed on your shoulder. Her touch was soft and feather like, and she leaned down to face you. Her face was inches away from yours and you couldn't help but to gaze between her fierce eyes and kissable lips.

"You a writer, right? You can take someone's pain and turn it into somethin' worthwhile. In exchange of hearin' us out you'll have a story. A real story..." Mary whispered and her fingers slowly grazed the hot skin of your cheek, tracing your features with the pads of her index finger until she stopped at your jawline. "Somethin' raw, passionate, and deeper than some tired idea you could come up with on your own, no offence."

You nodded your head as the expression of awe danced across your face, Mary smiled at that and planted a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling away from you again. This time she stood in front of you, leaning on the opposite side of the desk that Stack rested on, his eyes never leaving the two of you, and you could see a small semblance of hunger and something else within his gaze.

"We got rules, though." It was Stack's turn to speak as Mary held up two fingers. "One: you can't use our real names, use aliases. Change some details if need be, can't have no one know it's us." Stack explained as Mary put down her middle finger, only her index finger was held up now. You nodded again but alas, that wasn't enough for Stack.

"Use your words."

"Y-Yes, I understand. Aliases only..."

A pause lingered and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. But he spoke again - this time more firmly. "Two: you never talk about this shit to anyone, y'hear? Not your editor, not your publisher, hell not even a pet goldfish. No one. If they ask just say you made the shit up - say it's fiction. Because if you do..." He stopped flicking the lighter and stared directly into your eyes. "We ain't gon' be as polite the next time we see you."

A chill raced down your spine at Stack's heavy words. He didn't say it as a threat, there was no kind of violence or malice within his voice, yet that fact alone made you feel worse. It wasn't a threat nor a warning. It was a promise and if you fucked up in anyway, shape or form, the punishment would be your life. Mary put down her index finger, signaling to you that was the end of their rules. With a sweet smile she extended her hand out to you and without thinking you held onto hers, shaking her hand, sealing the deal you made.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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A few days had past since your encounter with the vampiric couple, and during those days you've gathered enough courage to go through with their deal. Half of you thought about ditching Louisiana and forgetting about that weird night entirely, but the other half of you remembered Stack's words. It seemed like he had the power to find you even if you dropped off the face of the earth, the way he reminded you to keep your mouth shut gave you that impression.

With your purse sitting beside you on the velvet couch you stared at the couple across from you. They invited you into their home, a two story house that was tucked deep within Louisiana's bustling Bourbon Street, of course vampires like them would live amongst the most visited spot within New Orleans - they could feast on people in plain sight. Their shared home was expensive but not overly gaudy.

They had taste.

Their home smelled like sultry incense and aged wood with a slight undertone of bleach. It seemed like they always cleaned up, which made your gut twist with fear. They definitely 'ate' here frequently and it made you wonder just how many people they lured here - how many people were still looking for those poor souls. Candles burned low amongst the few dimly lit lamps, the flickering ember glow from the candles and lamps danced across the dark red walls within the living room you three resided in.

Bookshelves lined almost every corner of the living room, floor to ceiling dusty mahogany shelves towered over you, and books from different genres were packed tightly in the multiple bookcases. Your eyes danced over the neatly lined up hardcopies until they stopped on something familiar.

Your books.

Your whole series, lined up together on a high shelf, and the spines of the books seemed worn. A soft smile ghosted on your lips, Mary wasn't lying - she was a fan of your writing. You could tell those books were most likely read multiple times by her. A yellow notepad rested within your lap, a black pen held tightly between your fingers as your mind raced with caution and curiosity. You needed to find a balance, to ask them question without pissing them off and becoming a meal for them tonight.

Mary and Stack sat closely together on the couch opposite from you, her hand rested lazily on his thigh while Stack's arm draped around her shoulders in a way that felt natural - as if they've done this a hundred times over. You noticed that their outfits were vastly different from the night you've met them. Stack wore more jewelry - a large gold letter ring that read out '$TACK' and a multicolored Coogi sweatshirt. Mary ditched her dress with a pair of denim jeans and a black crop top and her hair was in a high ponytail.

Clearing your throat you rolled up the sleeves of your grey sweatshirt, and with three clicks of your pen you blurted out your first question: "So, let's start from the beginning...How were you two turned?"

Mary let out a soft breathy laugh, cutting through the tense conversation like a sharpen knife. "Straight to the meat and potatoes, huh?"

You blinked at Mary's comment quickly rushed out an apology, telling her that she can start wherever she wants within their story. Calmy she waved off your apology and with twinkling copper irises she spoke again. "It's fine, baby. But let's just start from the actual beginning; before all the blood and gore."

"We were childhood friends, me and Stack grew up in Mississippi together. Back when signs told you where to sit, what train you were allowed to ride. Jim Crow was hell - I don't miss that part of my childhood." Mary explained. Your writing on the thick notepad halted as your eyes met hers, questions flooded through your mind at her statements and without thinking you asked: "H-How was that possible? Ain't you--"

"White?" Mary finished, raising a well arched eyebrow. She went into detail about her background, how during those times the 'one drop rule' was still in place. Her grandfather was a biracial Black man which meant her mother lived around in a predominantly Black neighborhood. Her mother helped Stack's mother birth him and his twin, nursing the two of them when she ultimately passed away. Your writing halted again.

"You a twin?" You asked Stack, which he nodded his head confirming your question. "And where is he? Is he a--"

"Nah, he ain't like us...He gone." That was all he said and you could tell that topic was a touchy one for him. You asked Stack about his twin, tiptoeing over his death. His nickname was Smoke - now the name of the bar makes more sense. The more questions you asked about Stack's brother the more you sense his once guarded demeanor melt away. They were close, his brother was the oldest by only fifteen minutes, and he also picked out Smoke's clothes ever since they were kids. The older twin was more stoic, had stronger convections, and always protected Stack.

Even from their own father.

They were enlisted in the military together, after that they fled to Chicago and joined rival gangs, posing as the same man in an attempt to rob both sides blind. Your hand couldn't keep up with his words and without missing a beat you placed the notepad down on the coffee table that rest between them, digging in your purse to pull out a tape recorder. Stack's once prideful stories about him and his brother slowed, halting to a grinding stop as Mary's once casual gazed harden with worry.

"Nah, you can't record this. Not apart of our deal, ma." Stack said.

"I won't share this with anyone - I'll only use this as reference, I need to make sure I'm not missin' anything. I'll destroy them after, I promise." You reassured, but Stack only shook his head in disapproval.

"I'm older than your grandparents. I know better than to trust a promise like that. Tapes can get stolen, leaked, all that shit..." He leaned back into the sofa, his hold on Mary loosening slightly, leering at you with each word he spoke.

You stared in a slight annoyance at Stack words - but he was right. These tapes could somehow get stolen or lost, and you didn't want to risk that, your life was on the line after all. But recording their story was more potent that notes, it can capture their true feelings about the situations they've experienced - their inflections and pauses. It gave you some sort of access to the real them; the raw and ugly truth that'll slip out the more they spoke.

Mary eyes flicked between you and Stack, her free hand rested on his chest as she let out tired sigh before speaking. "Let's make a new deal. You can record...But you gotta keep those tapes here - with us." She smiled which earned a head shake of displeasure from her 'deal'.

"I can't do that, I need to replay them when I'm writin' - I can't memorize everything ya'll say. That's impossible..."

"We don't give a damn. Write faster if that's a problem for you." Stack shrugged, not giving you an ounce of sympathy at all. You rolled your eyes at his harsh words, he was starting to be an asshole, and even though he was a vampire you were biting your tongue - stopping yourself from cursing him clean out. You explained to them that writing their story would take some time, that it'll be a few months for a rough draft to be finished. Silence hung over the room like smog and then Mary sat up, as if she had the most brilliant idea on the planet.

"Stay with us! Live here until the rough draft is done, that way you can have access to the recordings and we can have a peace of mind." Mary smiled brightly, pleased with herself at the absurd idea of you moving in with them, she must have forgotten you only met them a few days ago. You blinked in disbelief and replied with: "No, not happenin'. I don't even know ya'll like that - I have all my stuff back at my apartment. My computer, clothes, everythin'."

"So? Bring 'em here. I'm a great host so think of this as a vacation. You know you ain't doin' nothin' else anyways..." Mary shrugged, snuggling against Stack as he chuckled at her idea.

"Damn, now we finna kidnap her too? This shit is comedy right here." Stack joked, his dimples prominent as ever as he stroked his facial hair, trying his best to stifle his laugher from his lover's actions. The look on your face only made his beautiful smile of amusement grow larger, his gold teeth shining within the dark ember light.

"You crazy? I'm not livin' in a house with two vampires I just met!" You shouted as your voice dripped with concern and annoyance. It was like talking to a brick wall with these two, once they made up their mind there was no changing it. Mary sighed as she pressed her face into the crook of Stack's neck.

"Then the tapes stay here, sorry darlin'. I just don't think leavin' you with them is a smart idea." She replied calmly. You cannot believe that she was strong arming you into staying with them, you lean back and tossed the tape recorder on the table. Your face twisting with aggravation and your expression only made the two smile more.

They seemed to both enjoy getting under your skin.

With half-lidded eyes and a cross of your arms you gave an answer.

"Fine...I'll stay."

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A few weeks passed ever since that night you agreed to stay with them, packing a duffle bag and a few suitcases with most of your belongings - not to mention the heavy box that contained your computer. Every night you'd stay up with them, writing down the stories they told you about their past, the tape recorder catching every word they spoke. Sometimes they'd laugh, sometimes they'd argue, and sometimes they'd fight back tears. When the sun came up you'd type away on your computer until sleep nipped at your eyes - staying with them ruined your sleep schedule.

You stayed in the guest room, just down the hallway from their room. And the thought of them being so close to you alarmed you greatly at first - you were too terrified to sleep for a few days. But what shocked you was how they treated you. They didn't look at you like a pest nor a meal, they treated you like a guest, like a long time friend. You often wake up to the smell of food - real food.

They'd cook you meals like gumbo and other soul food dishes that made your mouth water, anticipating dinner each time you ate their delicious cooking. The three of you would sit at the dinner table, listening to Blues as you ate, they 'ate' too. Mary would sip from her wine glass while Stack would sip from his, you never asked them were they got the blood from - you honestly weren't ready for their answer yet.

They started to ask you questions too. About your life, how you got into writing, what drives you, your failed relationships, and your likes and dislikes. You would answer them all with honesty and sometimes those innocent questions would turn risqué as the night went on. They'd ask when the last time you had sex, if you were interested in women, your favorite positions, and what was your type. At first you shut down those questions, but the more you got to know them, the more open you became.

There was no denying that you found Mary and Elias aka Stack attractive. And it seemed as if the feelings were mutual, often times they'd sit right next to you, Mary on your left while Elias was always on your right. When Mary would laugh she would place a hand on your thigh, leaving it there as she stared deeply into your eyes, her hand rubbing up and down your leg with each question you'd ask. Elias would drape his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer towards his strong frame, sometimes resting his head on top of yours as he remanence about his past.

The sexual tension between the three of you were growing by the second. You remember one night of accidently walking in on them fucking each other in the living room. You forgot your notes after the nightly interview, waltzing down the staircase only to freeze in your tracks at the sight of Mary's hands and right knee on the wooden coffee table, her back arched while Elias was behind her, bucking his hips into her as the raunchy wet sounds of her pussy swallowing his member echoed through the living room. Her breast bounced with each rock of his hips, both were fully nude, and your eyes met with Mary's.

An open mouth smile danced across her gorgeous features, her sharp fangs bare as her moans grew louder at the sight of you. Elias's hands held onto her hips firmly as he's once shut eyes open, he was staring at you too - neither one of them stopped there movements. In fact it seemed like they sped up their thrusting, the look in their eyes beckoned you to step closer, to join them.

You stood there with blown pupils, mouth hanging slack with shock, and without thinking you raced back upstairs and towards your bedroom. Arousal nipped at your loins at the sight, you wished you would've joined them that night, kicking yourself mentally for chickening out and retreating towards your room.

Pulling yourself out of those thoughts about the two, you sat across from Elias. It was just you and him tonight, Mary had left hours prior to manage the bar, something about shipments not arriving on time. The air was awkward between you and Elias, well awkward on your part, he seemed cooler than a cucumber not phase that you saw him having sex just last night. The tape recorder clicked on, its quiet whirring droning on within the background.

Elias told you about the night he was turned, how he open a Juke Joint with his twin brother, and how it all went to shit. He was turned by Mary who was bitten by some ancient vampire named Remmick, he was lured there from the music his little cousin Sammie played, now it made sense with all the Sammie Moore records he owned.

He talked about how it felt being connected to Remmick and the others who were turned - how he lost himself within the short madness he experienced, shame tugging on his face with each word he spoke. He explained that he was in a trance, listing to the orders that Remmick filled his mind with, and the only way he snapped out of it was seeing the death of Annie - his brother's lover.

"After all that shit went down, my brother locked me inside the Juke, he saved me from the sun..." He mumbled as he clenched his jaw, the bloodied memories tormented his mind greatly, you could tell by how he shuffled within his seat. "When the sun came down, I saw him. Saw what those sorry ass peckerwoods did to him...But he saved me again, one last time. The Klan showed up and he gunned them all down, killed every last one of 'em. He went out with a bang, my big brother." He finished as nothing but pride dripped within his tone.

"He sounds like a good man - a great man." You replied, which earned a nod of agreement from Elias. The tape recorder flashed a small red blinking light, signaling to you that it was still recording, silence fell over the both of you like a weighted blanket and without warning Elias sat up from the couch.

He moved with purpose as your eyes followed him, he reached a safe that was in the corner of the living room, nestled between a tall bookcase and the wall, he kneeled down and twisted the knob of the safe entering the combination. With a click the small door open and he rummaged inside, once he found what he was looking for he closed the door shut, spinning the knob to reset the lock. Walking back towards you he claimed a seat right next to you, not sitting on the couch across from you. You looked down at what he was holding and a gasp fell from your lips.

Dog tags, his brother's dog tags specifically.

The chain was long and rusted due to age and the tags were dull. But staring at them felt like a knife twisting at your gut, they were old, but something about them held so much beauty. Your hand move without thinking, reaching for the tags, but you stopped. Your fingers hovered over Elias's hands and your gazed met his.

"Can I?" You asked your voice soft and tender.

"Yea', yea you can..." He whispered back passing the rusted metal towards you, his grasp on the tags were so delicate, as if these tags were some sacred artifact. And honestly, they were. "Thank you, 'Lias." you said, his nickname that you gave him a few days ago rolled off your tongue so naturally, the sound of it made the butterflies in his stomach grow stronger. Your eyes scanned the tags, his brother's name piercing through the rusted metal.

Elijah Moore.

Of course their names would be similar and a soft smile tugged at your lips. A wave of inspiration crashed into you like a tsunami, you could practically feel the energy radiating off the the dog tags, resting your hands in your lap still holding the tags with respect your eyes locked onto Elias's tender gaze on you. The sensation of your heart racing beneath your ribs made your body tingle in raw need and you were suddenly aware with how close Elias was. He was close to you before, but Mary was always there, this was different now.

It was just the two of you.

Your lips were parted, painted in the same cherry red lipstick you'd always wore, but without thinking you licked your bottom lip nervously. That action earn Elias to look at your mouth his eyes were brown instead of his pale vampiric irises and you couldn't help but to be drawn into those deep abyss that were his eyes, just like the first night the two of you met. Slowly you leaned in and Elias didn't move, the feeling of his lips ghosting over yours made your skin prick up with goosebumps. Then finally, he closed the gap between the two of you.

The kiss was soft at first, it was as if the two of you were testing the waters. He tasted like tobacco, peppermint, with a subtle hint of iron and danger. You shouldn't be doing this, everything in your body told you to pull away, your nerves telling you that this was more trouble than its worth. But you just couldn't give a fuck anymore - you needed to feel his hands on you - and you needed to touch him. The once gentle kiss grew deeper as Elias pulled your closer towards his chest, pulling you in his lap as you rested the dog tags onto the couch. You were straddling him as your tongues danced across each other, desperately licking into each others mouth as a groan of pleasure ripped through you.

His strong hands that held onto your hips snaked their way up your sweatshirt, cupping your breast as his fingers traced the lace lining of your bra. Grinding yourself onto him your hands cupped his face, the feeling of his beard ticking the palms of your hands slightly, the kiss was passionate and his plump lips made your head spin in need. Pulling away his mouth was slightly covered in your red lipstick, but that didn't seem to bother him none. He reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head with your help and his mouth attacked your breast, collar bone, and neck.

You held his face against your neck as you tossed your head back, the sensation of his lips suckling at the sensitive spot on your neck made you whimper out in pleasure. But like a crack of thunder realization ripped through your body. He's not yours, he's someone else's man. He belonged to Mary who invited you into her home, who trusted you with their secrets, their stories, their truth. Guilt bloomed within your gut as Elias continued to kiss at your neck and breast, his moans made you feel sick with shame.

"Elias, wait..." You whispered, pulling away slightly from him, but you were sitting in his lap.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he tried to kiss you again, but you dodged his lips. You swallowed as you avoided his needy gaze, you knew if you stared at him too long your convictions might crack.

"This ain't right..."

"It's 'ight. It's fine, ma. I promise."

"No, its not fine." You gasped rising from his lap as if he touch alone burned you. With shaky hands you reached for the tape recorder, pressing stop on the tiny machine, and the faint whirring sound died into awkward silence. You quickly gathered your things as Elias watched, slightly startled by your sudden change of demeanor. "This was a mistake, please forget about this." You begged, holding your sweatshirt close to your body, shielding your half nude frame from his intense gaze.

"Forget about what? You ain't did nothin' wrong, we ain't did nothin' wrong...I noticed the way you've been lookin' at me, we both know you want this." Elias reassured but you were already moving towards the steps, your socks making you glide a bit with each rushed and uneven steps you took. What's gotten into you? You weren't the kind of person to entertain anyone who was in a relationship - you've always hated cheaters. Always condemning the kind of person who would break their partner's trust in such a way.

But you were a kiss away from being the one thing you couldn't stand. Slamming your bedroom door shut your mind raced with worried thoughts about your actions. Was this book truly worth it? You could just tell them that this wasn't good idea, leaving all of your notes, recordings and even your computer in their possession and leave.

Half of you wished that you didn't pull away from him.

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The tape recorder groaned out a small click and whirred as your thumb pressed the play button - again. Elias's soothing voice muffled from the tiny recorder, his southern accent was slightly static from the cheap device yet you could still feel that passion with each word he spoke. His words about his story, about his brother, and his life truly moved you. But now those tender words were tainted with guilt. A long static pause pushed from the tiny speaker and then unmistakable sounds of kisses, of groans, the quiet thud of your sweater dropping on the floor.

You winched at the noises, cursing yourself out within your head. Your thumb hit the stop button, followed by the rewind button, and lastly pressing play for the hundredth time. Listening to the same words Elias spoke, listening to the same pauses and cadences. You kept listening to the recording as some sick form of punishment or reminder of your transgression.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, the blue cotton nightgown you wore clung onto your slightly damp legs, you decided to take a bath after the kiss - hoping that the warm water and floral scented soap would wash away the betrayal. You thanked the gods above that your bathroom was connected to your bedroom, you haven't left your room in hours now. Mary had been home, you knew this as you heard shuffling from downstairs, and the sunrays that slipped past the thick curtains gave you the clue that she left the bar. Her and Elias always arrive home before the sun could catch them.

The smell of breakfast curled through the air, slipping underneath your door, and tickled your nose. The slight pain of hunger nipped within your stomach. The smell of grits, eggs, bacon, and pancakes with sweet syrup made your mouth water - and you knew that Mary cooked them just the way you liked it.

But you're not leaving your room anytime soon.

Pressing rewind on the tape recorder again, soft knocking reverberated through your room, making you jump in surprise. Your eyes glued onto the wooden door, widening like deer in the headlights. Maybe if you stayed quiet they'd cut their losses and leave you alone. But then another round of knocking came soon after, making you spit out a 'fuck' under your breath.

"I know you're up, it's me!" Mary sang out, her voice was bright, light, and lacked any hurt you might've suspected she had. But maybe it was a front to lure you out so she could sink her teeth into you for messing with her man. You didn't answer as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and tossing it onto the bed beside you, your wide eyes still lingering on the door.

"I made breakfast, I figured you would've joined us by now. We can still eat, though. Maybe in the sunroom? it's cloudy and the trees blocks out the sun..." Mary spoke calmly as soft chuckles escaped her lips after uttering the word 'sunroom', normally you would've made a joke about vampires even owning a house with such a room that they couldn't even enjoy. But you didn't say a word. A beat passed, no footsteps, Mary hadn't walked away.

Damn was this lady persistent...

With a loud and dramatic sigh Mary spoke again, her voice dripping with playful annoyance. "Come on, sweetpea. Don't make me come in and drag you out! You know I will..." She mumbled, dragging out the nickname she gave you days ago. Sweetpea, that was what she called you, and the nickname always made you feel fuzzy inside whenever she sang it out to you.

Standing up from the bed you shuffled towards the heavy door, reaching for the golden doorknob you twisted it reluctantly, opening the door to become face to face with Mary. She stoon there casually, her arms crossed over her chest while her hip popped out to the side, putting all her weight onto her right leg. She wore a silk soft pink robe that accentuated all of her curves, the silk stopping mid thigh while her brown hair was was wrapped in matching pink rollers.

Her face lit up when she saw you, her caring expression made your heart sank. "Finally!" She gasped out, leaning in slightly as her smile danced wider across her beautiful features. "I was seconds away from kickin' the door down."

You tried to smile at her casual demeanor, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your gazed dropped to your bare feet, curling your toes nervously, and you hoped that the wooden floorboards would open up and swallow you from this awkward situation. Mary's cheerful expression shifted and her arms lowered to her sides, leaning on the door frame her eyes scanned your body.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft and full of concern. "What's wrong?"

"I kissed Elias..." You blurted out, it's best to just get it out the way than to drag it out. Your voice cracked with each syllable you choked out as your eyes clashed with Mary's brown irises. "I didn't mean to, it just happened. It was stupid, I-I feel awful I'm so sorry."

Mary stood there and her expression went flat, her plump lips forming a straight line. Then her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as if she was digesting your words, and without missing a beat a toothy grin was plastered on her face.

And she laughed.

Placing a hand over her chest her laugher grew, it was as if you just told her a joke, not the fact that you kissed her lover. You blinked at her in shock, confused and wondering if she heard you or lost her mind. "You laughin'?" You asked your hand still gripping the doorknob just in case she tried to charge at you, slamming the door in her face, it wouldn't do a damn thing but it gave you some comfort.

Mary waved her hand through the air, simulating swatting away smoke as she spoke in between fits of chuckles. "I-I'm sorry, sweetpea, haha! It's just--Damn, that's why you've locked ya self away in this room? Ya scared of big bad Mary?"

Her expression then shifted again, a teasing pout forming on her lips, tilting her head to the side. "Wait, wait...Did ya'll two--"

"No! No, never that. It was just a kiss, that's all."

"Shame. Was hopin' to hear more about ya'll. He's handsome, ain't he? Smart mouthed, passionate, and tough...It's the grills that do it for me. Is it the same for you?" She asked casually, which made you slightly reel back from her words. She wasn't upset that you kissed Elias. She was upset that you didn't go through with it. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water - everyday that past these two always surprise you in the strangest of ways.

"But I--Ain't y'all together?" You questioned.

"We are." Mary replied, crossing her arms around her chest again, biting her lip as her eyes became half-lidded. Her gaze was unreadable to you now. Was she joking with you or was she flirting with you? It seemed like a mixture of both with something else lingering beneath the surface. Pushing herself from the doorframe Mary shot you a wink, turning on her heel as her hips swayed seductively with each step she took.

"Your breakfast is gettin' cold, darlin'. And I ain't gonna reheat no bacon."

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Rain poured down steadily, turning the garden outside into a shimmering blur of greens, blues, and greys. Calming pitter patter of the raindrops beat against the screens and windows of the sunroom, the sound creating white noise that made the space you shared with Elias and Mary much more intimate. You sat between them at a small, mosaic round table, your plate was nearly finished save for a few more bites of grits.

Mary leaned back in the metal chair, her legs crossed as she twirled a cherry flavored candy in her mouth. Her tongue clicking and popping around the sweet as her eyes gazed up at the sheer roof, it was as if she was in a trance, deep in thought about something you weren't privy to. Your eyes lingered onto Mary for a split second before looking back down at your plate.

"I was wondering...Can ya'll eat? Like, human food?" You asked. Elias was the one to answer your question with a roll of his broad shoulders, his voice deep and rich with a southern drawl. "Only in moderation, eat too much an' we get sick, same with drinkin' from somebody with an illness."

Mary nodded at his words in agreement, the bright red candy bulging at the side of her cheek as she chimed in on the conversation. "I just like suckin' on sweet things - satisfies the craving...Sweetpea." She then looked at you, sending you a wink that made your cheeks tingle. Surly she was just talking about candy...Right? Clearing your throat, you wiped your face off with a napkin, inhaling the thick air before you spoke.

"I just wanted to say, to the both of you, I'm sorry for the kiss. For oversteppin' and makin' things messy..."

"We been messy way before you were even a thought, you ain't do nothin', ma." Elias said in a jesting tone, but you could tell he was sincere with his words. Even being graced with their forgiveness, your heart couldn't stop racing - not out of fear, but with something much more stronger. Much more passionate, much more needier. And it didn't help that Elias was sitting right next to you in nothing but low rise sweatpants and a gold chain, the Jesus piece resting against his bare chest. His muscles flexed with each shift he made, and the soft sheen of the cloudy skies illuminated his brown skin, making him shine within the grey atmosphere.

Elias was temptation in the flesh and Mary was the snake that beckoned you to take a bite.

"So, since we're on the topic of Elias kissin' up on our guest. I gotta know - how did she feel?" Mary purred, a mischievous smile danced across her face, you choked on your orange juice at her words. Coughing, your eyes landed on Elias, who seemed to be unfazed by Mary's question.

"She felt nice, real nice." He said simply. His strong hands scratched at the side of his face, fixing the stray hairs within his neatly trimmed beard. "She got the softest lips and she taste sweet...Like candy." Your breath was caught in your throat, they were talking about you as if you weren't even there. But the way that Elias spoke about kissing you and the way Mary's hips slightly rolled from him recalling the memory made your core tingle with desire, your pussy was clenching around nothing, you desperately needed to be touched and stroked.

And these two will gladly deliver.

The cherry flavored candy clicking loudly between Mary's fangs. "Well, ain't that just precious...But now I'm curious." Her voice was like velvet and she leaned forward towards you, eliminating the space between the two of you as her eyes flicked between your open mouth and hazy irises. "How do you taste, darlin'? You as sweet as my Stack says?"

Before you could even think about answering her, Mary plucked the bright red candy out of her mouth, and planted a heated kiss onto your lips. Her mouthed moved against yours with a feverish rhythm, demanding your attention more than asking, her lips were sweet but the kissed you shared with her wasn't. It was possession in its purest form, it was nasty, and it was passionate. She licked into your open mouth, swallowing the gasps that slipped past your lips as if she was starving for you. Her kiss was different from Elias - it was hungrier and she was in charge with how your lips and tongue moved against hers. Kissing Elias felt like dancing, kissing Mary felt like entering a fight that you didn't mind losing.

Your hands trembled slightly as you cupped Mary's face, trying and failing to steady her kisses, your eyes shut as you pulled yourself into Mary's embrace. Your breast laid flush onto hers, and the feeling of her nipples hardening and rubbing against yours made your head spin. Your heart was pounding wildly within your chest and your legs squeezed together tightly to ease the aching throb of your core. The cotton fabric of your nightgown was bunched on top of your pussy, and you rolled your hips against the rough fabric, your clit jumping at the sensation of the cotton pressing against it.

But it wasn't enough.

With heavy lidded eyes you gazed at Elias who just watched on with pure amusement, lazily slouched back with one arm hooked around the back of the metal chair. His mouth curled up into a mischievous grin that oozed with lust, his golden capped fangs shining brightly through the grey atmosphere within the sunroom. Those dimples, the same ones that you've been obsessed with the moment you saw him deepen as his smile grew, his eyes were locked onto yours as Mary skilled tongue massaged over yours - pulling yet another moan out of you.

Back away from the kiss, the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with Mary's snapped, the thin spit clinging on your chin. You tried to lean in to kiss her again, but she pushed you away by your face, her hand gripping your jaw firmly which made your lips pucker in a pout.

"Uh, Uh girl. I'm the jealous type, focus on me, and only me unless we say somethin' otherwise." Mary tutted out in her normal sing song tone. You were caught between the scorching heat of Mary's attention and the intense weight of Elias's stare, you felt yourself unravel by the second. In the back of your mind, red flags and warning bells were firing off, but your lust was stronger than your inhibitions.

With the candy still within her fingers, Elias leaned forward, he was sitting behind you, and his mouth wrapped around Mary's delicate fingers. Licking them and savoring the artificially sweet cherry flavor that clung onto her pale olive skin, slowly he pulled his mouth away with a wet pop - the candy was gone, it was now in his mouth. Mary's fingers were slick with spit and slightly sticky from the candy, your breath hitched in your throat as she wiggled them in your face teasingly.

"Go on, Mary. Stop pickin' on her..." Elias spoke as he sucked on the hard sweet. A giggle fell from Mary's swollen lips and she whispered: "Pull up that nightdress for me, sweetpea. I wanna see that pussy weep." With a rushed nodding of your head you did as you were told, pulling up the fabric and bunching it around your waist, your bare sex exposed under the needy gaze of Mary and Elias. Her fingers that were slicked with Elias's spit reached down to stroke you, earning a whimper from your lips. It's been too long since you've been touched like this by another person, and it seems like your body realized this, you were already soaking.

"Shit, so fuckin' pretty...Pussy fat as hell, you've been hiding her under all them clothes, tragic." Mary whispered, biting her lip as she dragged her slicked fingers over your folds, pulling your wetness up towards your thumping clit. You squirmed under her touch, leaning back against Elias's strong chest. Instinctually you closed your thighs shut, which made Mary's hand that rested on your jaw land on your knee, prying your legs open as she dipped her ring and middle fingers between your wet pussy lips.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in place, while another was pressed between the soft mounds of your breasts. Elias's hand rested on your throat, not tight yet, but his grasp on your neck still held pressure. He could feel the fast paced pounding of your pulse under his calloused fingers, the feeling of it made him strain against his grey sweatpants, placing tender kisses on your cheek and the shell of your ear he whispered.

"You heard what she said, ma. Watch her stroke that pretty pussy, you ain't ready for me yet."

And your glassy eyes peered down at Mary trying your best, and failing, to ignore Elias's hot kisses on your skin. Mary's slim fingers rubbed tight circles on your sensitive bud, breaking the circular movements sporadically to rub your clit from side to side, earning a raunchy wet from your cunt. Mary gasp as she felt you grow wetter under her hand, your hips rolling to catch up with her mean strokes against your sex, and slowly her fingers crept down to your slick opening. She dug her nails into the soft skin of your knee, earning a painful mewl mixed with pleasure from you, and she chuckled as the tips of her fingers pressed inside of you.

She didn't push all the way in, only stopping at the second joint of her fingers until she pulled out of you, rubbing your clit again. Your face twisted in primal need as your hips bucked forward and your hands scratching at Elias's strong forearm that was wrapped tightly around your waist.

"Damn, you hear that? She's wetter than a fuckin' pool." Elias said against your ear as he watched Mary's fingers turn you out.

"Mhm, music to my ears. I wanna taste her, I wanna show her what you taught me, Stack..." Mary replied with her eyes locked onto his, as if asking him permission to continue giving you pleasure.

"Do it, ma. Put that tongue to work."

Then she lowered her head, slipping out of the chair she resided in, and slinked onto her knees. Propping your legs over her shoulders, her tongue slowly licked you from your aching core towards your bundle of nerves, fluttering her long eyelashes with each long stroke she made with her skillful tongue. Sucking on your clit as if it was the same piece of candy she held within her mouth moments prior. You grinded against her face, which made her flatten her tongue, allowing you to fuck yourself on the pink muscle.

Whimpers, whines, and groans rolled out of your mouth with each lick Mary had made over your soaking pussy. Her hands held onto your thighs, holding them open to make sure she truly tasted every inch of your sex. The hold that Elias had on your throat tighten, but the mild pain only added to the intense pleasure Mary was giving you. Elias whispered praises in your ear, telling you how good you're taking Mary's tongue, how pretty your moans sound, and how he couldn't wait to fuck you next.

"Oh, fuck. Y-yes, like that..." You sighed out, your voice fraying at the end of the sort sentence. Mary's soft lips wrapped around your clit before pulling away with a wet pop, her tongue now licking at you with fever, her tongue dragging figures across your dripping cunt.

And then it hit you.

She was spelling her name out with her tongue.

On your pussy.

Nasty. That was all you could muster to think and you loved it. You wondered what great deed you've done to end up being rubbed, licked, and sucked on by two beautiful people. The sharp feeling of Elias's fangs scratched the shell of your ear slightly, earning a shiver to race down your spine. Mary circled around your clit with her tongue faster, sliding in her fingers inside you again, this time she pressed them all the way in stopping at her knuckles. Your pussy squeezed around her nimble digits, her fingers making a scissoring motion inside your wet core, making you yelp out in pleasure.

Your hands that were once on Elias's forearm rested on Mary's neck, you tried your best not to grip at the rollers in her hair, your legs shaking around her head which earned a chuckle from Elias. He was enjoying the view greatly, he knew you were close, squeezing your neck to earn that fuzzy feeling that nipped at your brain. A breathy sob fell from your open mouth as your eyes shut tightly, holding your head back Elias's lips crashed onto yours, kissing you as your orgasm ripped through you. The cherry taste from the candy still in his mouth flooded your senses, his tongue pushing the hard candy past your plump lips, making you suck on the sweet in delight.

Mary pulled away from your spent pussy, her plump and swollen lips shiny and covered with your juices, but she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip shaking her head in approval at the taste of you. "You are sweet, baby. Stack wasn't lyin' - not one bit," she laughed as her fingers helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly fucking into your twitching pussy. "Such a sweet pussy, I'm glad I came up with that nickname for you. Sweetpea, it's fittin' for you."

Still trembling from reaching your climax, Mary lifted herself from the ground, planting a open mouth kiss onto yours. You could taste yourself on her lips as you deepened the kiss, holding her face as your tongues danced, you were getting use to her intense kisses. It was your turn to turn her into a moaning mess, gasping for air.

"Damn, nasty as fuck. She love the taste of her pussy on ya mouth, I like that, we ain't even have to train her to do this." Elias spoke with reverence as he watched the two of you makeout with each other, Mary hummed against your lips at his words, pleased to know that you weren't as uptight as you lead on to be. Her tongue fished for the candy that rested within your cheek, dragging it out of your mouth and into hers. Pulling her lips away from yours, Elias's squeezed your throat again, hard this time. Your eyes fluttered in pleasure as tears pricked within the corners, your mouth was open slack in an attempt to inhale a bit of air, but Mary hovered over your gasping mouth with puckered lips.

A thick string of drool slipped past her slicked wet mouth, landing right into yours, earning your eyes to roll back. The taste of artificial cherry and your pussy juice made your head spin, swallowing up her spit as if it was holy water, Mary bit her lip at the sight. She was happy that she saw you in the bar weeks ago, she knew you would be trouble, and she couldn't wait for you to ruin her and Elias during the rest of your stay here. Reaching for her silk robe, Mary slipped it off of her petite frame, letting the soft fabric hit the ground with a light thud. She stood in front of you and Elias naked, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Both ya'll not wearin' any panties under your pajamas is drivin' me crazy," Elias sighed as his grip on your neck loosened, allowing you to catch your breath. "Ya'll planned this out?"

"Nah, baby. She just freaky as hell, just like me." Mary tutted out. Your eyes soaked up her nude body, toned and curved at just all the right places, it was as if her body was chiseled by master artists - a fucking Greek statue of a goddess coming to life. That's what she looked like, and your mouth watered at the thought of holding her in your arms. Elias noticed your staring and he smiled proudly.

"You like that, huh? She pretty ain't she? Go on, taste her too." Elias urged, helping you out of the chair you resided in, landing a smack against your ass with his strong hand as you sank onto the ground. A hiss escaped your lips from the action, but you still followed his orders, looking up at Mary with adoration. Your hands roamed her thighs, stopping at her waist to pull her closer towards you, making a gasp fall from her lips. Without missing a beat you latched your mouth onto her clit, your tongue lapping up her pussy like it was a delicacy. She was dripping, and the thought of her getting this wet just by eating you out made your loins burn with desire.

Rolling her hips Mary grinded her pussy against your tongue, you flatten it enough for her to use it to her liking, only stopping to suck at her swollen clit. Leaning back onto your knees you stared at her glistening sex, and with a pucker of your lips you spit onto her sensitive bud. A low and guttural moan escaped from Elias at the sight, he was shocked with how natural all of this was for you, as if you've done this with them a thousand times by now.

Mary cupped her breast, pinching her nipple as your fingers rubbed her clit, pressing down slightly with each stroke you gave. Sliding in a finger you began to fuck into her and her head whipped back with pleasure, attaching your mouth back onto her clit you began to suck harder, your finger pumping into her faster.

"So damn tight, your pussy is grippin' me...Swallowin' me, baby." You muttered against her wet cunt, your raunchy words earning desperate buck from her hips. Your sucking on her clit grew faster and you added another finger inside of her, Elias stood up from his chair now, walking towards Mary and placed a sloppy kiss onto her mouth. He held her face within his strong hands and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue licked past her lips, he was practically devouring her whimpers of pleasures. You, still on your knees watched in awe, sucking and rolling your tongue on her twitching clit.

Mary grabbed the back of your head, her breathing fast now, you could tell she was close with how her hips wildly grinded against your face. Elias sucked at her neck, leaving behind bright red hickeys, earning mewls of pleasure from her. Mary's legs began to shake uncontrollably, her weight slowly pressing against your mouth, and without warning she pulled your mouth away from her creamy wet sex. Her eyes rolled back as you watched her tremble above you and you licked up her juices off of your fingers with delight.

Elias broke away from the passionate kiss he shared with Mary, pulling you up from the hard floor of the sunroom, and in his tender embrace. Your lips crashed into his, fighting for dominance as Mary watched on in hunger, catching her breath as she came down from reaching her orgasm. Her lips were added in the intense makeout session, she was kissing you while you kissed Elias, and Elias was kissing her. All three of you were desperately trying to taste each other in the heated exchange of tongues.

With teeth bumping against each other and the taste of Mary's savory pussy juices on your mouth, you moaned with pleasure as she pushed the hard cherry flavored candy back into your mouth, the candy was now smaller than the last time you sucked on it. The sweetness of the candy still held the taste of you that made your head spin.

Mary's hands ripped at the collar of your nightgown, the sharp sound of tearing reverberated off of the screen walls within the sunroom, the cotton that once covered your body now hung loosely over your frame, you were nude now too. Elias pulled off the blue nightdress from your shoulders, goosebumps forming on your skin as the cool air hit your naked frame. The tattered nightgown fell onto the floor as Mary snaked behind you, placing kisses onto your neck and jaw, her hands roaming your body as if memorizing your every curve.

Pushing the plate that carried your breakfast onto the hard floor, the shattering sound of glass made you jump into Elias's arms, Mary sat onto the mosaic table. Stepping back into her embrace your swollen lips danced with Elias's, both of you humming into each others mouths at the sweet taste of Mary's pussy and the candy on your lips. Biting his bottom lip you pulled away from the kiss, leaning on Mary as her hands cupped your breast.

"That ain't fair, baby. We both naked and you got these sweats on..." You said as your hands traced down his toned body, feeling every dip and valley of his muscles, stopping at the waistband of his grey sweatpants. "She right, take those off." Mary chimed in, rolling your nipples between the digits of her fingers, the sharp yet pleasurable pain raced through your body and straight towards your needy pussy.

Without speaking a word Elias pulled his sweatpants off and your eyes widened.

"...'Lias." You whispered out his nickname at the sight of him, you were at a loss of words as your hazy eyes landed on his hard dick, and Mary laughed at your reaction. He was long, thick, and heavy. The veins pulsed down his girthy shaft and his dick curved a bit to the side, he was the biggest you've ever seen, and you're sure you'd be walking with a limp after this. You weren't sure he could fit inside of you and you clenched your legs together instinctually. It was as if Elias read your mind and he calmy stated: "Imma go slow until I know your pussy can handle me."

"And besides this won't be the last time he fucks you. Right, sweetpea? We'll make sure you get use to it." Mary reassured as she planted a soft kiss onto your cheek, twirling you around so you faced her. Elias held onto your waist, lifting you up into Mary's lap, you were straddling her now and she leaned back holding you in place. Her hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as your hands rested behind her, your breasts pressed firmly on hers.

Mary's thighs were pressed on the back of yours, making sure to keep you steady, and the both of you looked over your shoulder at Elias. Slowly he rubbed his tip against your wet folds, the sensation made you shiver in anticipation. With a kiss on your shoulder Elias entered you, his face twisting in ecstasy at the feeling of your soft walls pulsating around his thick member.

"F-fuck, you feel too damn good, ma." He groaned, his hands held onto your hips, the feeling of your velvety wet pussy clenching against the veins on his cock almost made him come right then and there, catching his breath he pushed himself inside of you to the hilt. The feeling of his thick dick stretching you out made you whimper, tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes fell onto your warm cheeks, which made Mary lean forward to lick and kiss them away.

High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each mean thrust he made, and it didn't help that Mary held your ass cheeks open, his dick drilling into you deeper. Your legs were turning into jelly as he hit that sweet spot inside of your pussy. Sucking onto the candy in your mouth you tried your best to stifle your whimpers and cries, your face was covered in tears and spit as Mary lapped up your salty teardrops, humming out in bliss at the taste - she was enjoying seeing you come undone from Elias's dick pounding into you.

"Keep cryin', ma. Shit--You so fuckin' tight." Elias praised as his hand that was once holding the softness of your hip rested at the back of your neck, his calloused fingers pressing firmly around your neck, your heavy breathing becoming deliciously strained from the pressure. A creamy mess was quickly formed between you and Elias due to the friction and your wetness, the raunchy wet sound of his dick fucking into you was music to Mary's ears, her hand reached between your flushed bodies as she rubbed tight circles on your clit.

The metal legs of the small circle table scratched against the floor with each buck of Elias's hips. Your head went fuzzy again from the overbearing sensation of Mary's fingers playing with your pussy, Elias's dick fucking into your g spot, and his strong hand restricting your airflow that you didn't realize what you were whimpering out.

"Fuckin' break m-me!" You cried as Mary's hand moved with the speed of light. "Please, please, please..." The feeling of Elias's cock twiching inside of your pussy from your request made you back up into him, meeting his hips halfway with a lazily smile plastered onto your face.

"Fuck! You hear her, baby?" Mary asked, as she watched Elias's eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open slack. "Why settle for a few months when we could have her forever?"

"I can fuck this pussy forever, d-damn. You like that sound of that, ma? Forever with us?" Elias muttered as his hips snapped into you sporadically. Your mind was clouded with lust and the desperate need to be released that you weren't fully grasping what they were talking about, only breathy sobs came from you.

But that was enough for Elias.

With one last long mean and nasty thrust his release crashed into him like a wave, finishing inside of you as his hips rocked into you with force, making your weight rest on Mary's chest. Your body trembling at the warm sensation of being filled to the brim with his seed, he was giving you his everything and the creamy mess of your wet sex mixed with his come froth between the two of you, dripping down towards Mary's soaking pussy.

The sensation of Elias pulling out of you slowly mixed with the skillful fingers of Mary stroking your clit made the knot within your stomach tightly wind up and snap. The burning hot feeling of your orgasm rattled through your bones, making you squirt all over the mosaic table, Elias's abdomen, and Mary's thighs and pussy. It was like a faucet that wouldn't stop and the candy that was in your mouth was crushed into tiny pieces from your teeth. Elias gave your core a playful smack with the shaft of his dick, soaking up your pussy juices that was now everywhere.

"You so messy, ma. So filthy..."

"Good job, sweetpea."

Your breathing was rapid and your body slick with sweat, it felt like you've been running a marathon, your body was so weak and fucked out. But the one fact about vampires that still amaze you rattled through your dickmatized thoughts: they had stamina. Mary's arms wrapped around your waist, earning your legs to wrap around her waist in the process, she guided the two of you on the soaked ground with the help of Elias.

"Ya'll gotta clean this up." Elias spoke casually, his dick still twitching from reaching his orgasm. Still within Mary's sweet embrace your trembling hand reached for Elias's girthy cock that was drenched in your wetness, your tongue dragging across the thick vein that raced towards the tip of his dick. Mary joined you, her tongue working at the base of his dick stopping to plant small kisses at his tip, your mouths and tongues bumping into each other.

Elias looked down at you two with a cocky smile, two beautiful women lapping up his dick would make any man fill with pride. With his hand tangled into your soft coils he raised up his other arm, flexing his bicep as a booming chuckle of pure gratification fell from his lips, you couldn't help but to roll your eyes at his arrogant display. Pulling your mouth away from his dick you placed a bite onto his v line, he hissed at the action, but his smile only grew wider.

Those fucking dimples will be the death of you.

Mary cupped your cheeks gently, turning your head to face her as she planted a soft and tender kiss onto your lips. This kiss wasn't primal like the others she gave - it was grounding. It seemed like she was making sure that you were okay, that you were still here. Breaking away from the kiss she rested her forehead onto yours, her beautiful deep brown eyes that you easily got lost in peered into yours.

"We're serious about out offer," she hummed out, biting her bottom lip as she wiped away the tearstains from your cheek. "We can do this forever, sweetpea. It's up to you, of course."

"I-I'll think about it." You mumbled, which earn a nod of understanding from her. Turning into a vampire was a daunting idea, being banished from the sun and having to survive off blood seemed like a burden that you weren't willing to comment to.

Yet.

"Good things come to those that wait; and we'll wait eternity for you, ma." It was Elias who said that. You and Mary lifted yourself from the ground, your arms slung around Elias's broad shoulders while Mary pressed against your backside, hugging you from behind. Your bodies tangled in the raw afterglow and your once foggy mind was set ablaze. Calling Elias and Mary your muse was an understatement of the century - they're your brilliance, your new found obsession, the passion behind each and every stroke of your pen. You didn't just feel inspired; you felt fulfilled.

You felt whole.

And you couldn't wait to write the next chapter.

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Ooh can you do smoke x vamp!Reader tag team bullying Remmick oneshot pweez 🥹

can't take the heat? - vamp!stack x vamp!reader x remmick

summary: you and stack love to clown on each other, its how the two of you bond. but after being turned by remmick you both found it hilarious for him to be the butt of your jokes.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: teasing, slight bullying, use of the n word (it's stack we're talking about lmaoo he finna get in that ass lmaooo)

author's note: omggg, here's somethin' fun and short! listen, i'm a bit rusty on by ribbing so PLEASE if it's cringe i'm so sorry lmaoo! but this idea was cute and funny! enjoy boo <3

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Roasting, joning, ribbing, teasing, clowning, or just plain out taking shit. That was what you and Stack love to do and you two were especially good at it; always egging each other on with hoots and hollers. It was how you two bonded, how you two delt with the trauma of being stuck here indefinitely, and how you both empathized with each other.  

"You gotta laugh to keep from cryin'."  

That was yours and Stack's motto - and you both followed it down to the T. After that hell of a night that transpired at the Juke, you and Stack were bonded together, and that also meant you were bonded to him. 

Remmick. 

He was your sire, but you were Stack's sire also, so the chain of command between the three of you were murky. Even so; Remmick had the authority to read both of your minds. Diving deep within your shared psyche to truly understand your wants, fears, and desires. He understood you and Stack like the back of his hand; and that pissed off Stack to no end.  

But what Remmick couldn't comprehend - no matter how long he'd scour your minds - was your odd 'love language' of insults you and Stack would share amongst each other. Remmick wasn't gifted with a fast mind and sharp tongue, he'd always stumble over his words or stand there looking lost when you and Stack would enter into your shit talking. Remmick would avoid the two of you when it got like this, but alas - no one could avoid Stack's heightened senses.  

"Boy, stop!" 

Remmick dreaded hearing that... 

Stack would always laugh out that phrase, dragging out the word 'stop' dramatically to the point where Remmick's stomach would drop to his ass. Freezing in place the older vampire would sigh in defeat - if he would've left the conversation he wouldn't hear the end of it - it's smarter to just suck it up and take his lashings now.  

Your ears would perk up at Stack's mischievous voice, and a grin of pleasure would tug on your lips, leaning your weight onto Stack's strong frame. With glinting eyes of excitement, you sang out: "Boy, look at them pants! Goddamn high waters - you know floodin' season is over, right?"  

"He got the audacity to wear them suspenders and a belt, I'm sick! Looks like he got dressed in the dark." Stack chuckled, pointing at the belt that sat high on Remmick's stomach - holding his pants up that were a size too big on him.  

"Parent's musta not loved him; you can tell he ain't never got dressed up for Sunday Easter!" You replied, your arm hung lazily around Stack's shoulder. 

"You can tell he ain't never got dressed up, period..." Stack shook his head in dramatic disapproval, biting on the wooden toothpick that rested in his mouth. Remmick sighed and rolled his shoulders, he was starting to regret turning you.  

"Alright, guys...I get it - I don't know how to dress." Remmick groaned out as he walked past the two of you, he was ready to head out to feed, yet that was the first mistake he'd make tonight. 

He should've kept quiet.  

"Haha, 'alright, guys, i get it'," you laughed out, deepening your voice to mock Remmick. "If you 'got it' you wouldn't be wearin' them beat up ass shoes, my god! Looks like you've been walkin' for forty days and forty nights!"  

This earned a booming laugh from Stack, his head resting on top of yours, and his body shook with each thunderous chuckle that rolled off his body. Remmick was growing tired of this, grabbing his coat he walked past the two of you again, but this time he bumped into Stack's shoulder. 

Another mistake he made. 

"Damn, you smell that shit?" Stack asked you, scrunching his face up as if he smelt something deadly. You didn't reply but you looked at him, awaiting what he'll say next, and with a flick of the wrist Stack spoke again: "You smellin' like a roll of nickels, partna. When's the last time you washed your ass - when Jesus rose from the grave?"  

That struck a nerve. 

"Even if I did smell like a roll of nickels, is that bad?" Remmick shouted out, which made you and Stack pause your laughter, vampiric eyes gazing into each other's as you both processed Remmick's remark. 

"Uh, uh...You ain't never beating the musty allegations. Bad enough your breath smells like ten cans of bounce that ass." You whispered. 

"It's true! I gotta hold my breath every time he talks to me, smells like fuckin' onions." Stack cackled as his hand was shoved within the pocket of his well-tailored suit.  

"Nah, smells like fuckin' tooth decay - you know Remmick, you should still brush your teeth even after turning. Every time you speak it feels like I'm dyin' all over again." You chimed in, your face twisting in that of faux worry, the look on your face was getting under Remmick's skin.  

"And floss too, all them fuckin' blood clots in your mouth. You got all that gold but can't buy some toothpaste and a goddamn toothbrush?" Stack sucked his teeth, and his eyes looked at Remmick up and down with utter disgust.  

"Y-You two ain't nothin' but some damn idiots; the peanut gallery!" Remmick yelled, his chest heaving in annoyance and his face beat red. A long pause lingered over the three of you, and Stack's once playful aura melted into that of malice. 

"The 'peanut gallery'? The fucks that supposed to mean?" Stack asked and his hold on your frame disappeared, stepping closer towards Remmick - but Remmick didn't back down. He stared straight into Stack's eyes, not bothering to break eye contact with the fledging.  

"You heard what I said! All you do is pick an' pick; as if I ain't give ya'll the gift of eternal life!" Remmick seethed between sharp canines. 

"Gift?" Stack asked, turning his head to look at you before gazing back into Remmick's clod stare. "Nigga, you killed us! And I suggest you stop right here before I really get in that ass; don't play with me."  

You quickly stepped in between Stack and Remmick, placing your hands on both of their chest, creating much needed distance between the two. Stack wasn't the kind of man to spit out threats just cause - he was serious. But you didn't blame him, being turned into a vampire without your say so can make anyone testy.  

"Aight, Aight! I think shorty had enough." You said, referring to Remmick as shorty. Remmick flinched at your crude nickname for him, but he backed away, shrugging on his coat before speaking: "I'll be back - can't stand neither of ya'll."  

"C'mon! We're just playin', Rem!" You shouted but your pleas were met with slamming of the heavy wooden door. 

"And make sure you got some clothes that fit, you raggedy ass bastard!" Stack shouted out. 

"Stack!" You laughed, playfully slapping his arm. He rolled his eyes and shot you a wide toothy smile - showing of his golden capped fangs. "What? You know I'm right, girl." He spoke. 

"Yea', but still though, we probably went too hard on 'em. He's not cut from the same cloth as us, y'know." You stated, crossing your arms over your chest, leaning into Stack's strong frame. 

"So? I don't give a damn..." 

You sucked your teeth and pushed away from Stack, your hips swaying as you walked towards the upstairs of your shared living space with the two other vampires, but before making your way up the steps you stopped dead in your tracks and smiled.  

"Hopefully when Rem gets back, he'll pocket a few breath mints, I was fightin' back tears." You sighed which made Stack chuckle out in amusement. 

"Right? How you damn near a thousand years old but walking around with a yuck mouth?" Stack questioned, chewing on the thin wooden toothpick within his mouth. You shrugged your shoulders made your way up the mahogany staircase.  

"Who says I was talkin' about Remmick?" 

"Girl, stop!" 

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oh shiiit boo i misread smoke as stack! i hope this was decent tho lmaooo