A Perfect Match
Elias āStackā Moore x black!fem!reader
a/n: okay so i finally got around to writing a sinners ficā¦took me almost a year but i finally wrote it chile. also iām ngl, whenever i see mbj, i get a lil irritated bc heās fine asf and i know i canāt have him lmao. anyways, i had this idea during my nightly scenario before bed, hope yāall like it!! i just had to add some more loverboy!Stack into the mix! Just a fluffy little fic, before i get into the weeds of a smut pieceā¦enjoyyyyšš«¶š¾
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There could be a lot said about Elias āStackā Moore. He was hardheaded, a slick talker, and dangerous. Keen on having all his suits tailored to perfection, he nevver stepped out without the matching tie and pocket square, tie clip, hatāevery element meticulously chosen.
Some nights youād finish your entire night routine, nestling yourself right into the covers ready to finally get some sleep after a long day, just for your husbandāwhoād probably had an even longer dayāto keep you up with his antics.
āHow you feel about this one baby?ā He asks, stepping out of your shared closet with a silky red tie in his hands.
āLooks like the ten other ties youāve shown me, Elias,ā you huff, trying to keep your smirk down, knowing thatād get him a little frustrated. He took the little details very seriously. And right on schedule, he kisses his teeth and sends a pointed glare in your direction before retreating back into the closet.
āNo vision,ā he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
āI should lock you and that vision of yours in the damn closet so I can get some sleep,ā you grumble, just wishing heād just get in the bed already.
āYou know you canāt just lock all this pimpinā in the closet, pretty girl,ā sending a sly grin with a wink in your direction, he turns out all of the lights, finally putting his outfit planning antics to bed for the night.
Stack even made sure his brother, Smokeāwho couldnāt care less about what he was wearing unless the job got doneāwas put together. Because in Stackās words, āI have a reputation to uphold,ā and āIf you got my face you gotta look the part.ā He practically considered it his ādutyā to stay fly. So naturally, when you two got together, he did the same with you. Despite your countless objections, he was insistent on having some of your dresses custom made, making sure he had the best seamstress in townāwho just so happened to be your motherāhave a nice pocket square and tie made out of the extra fabric. In fact, Stack was your mamaās best customerāalways insisting on damn near doubling whatever she asked for, which was already too low in his opinion. He was never one to turn down an opportunity to remind everyone that you were his, and most importantly, that he was all yours.
You had one more fitting for the dress Elias commissioned your mother to make over Sunday dinner a few weeks back, and he was more than willing to take you. Already heading into town to handle some business with Smoke, your husband brings you along to drop you off at your motherās shop. But that plan was on the verge of falling apart since he practically held you hostage in the car. Trapping you with ājust one more kiss babyā after every kiss. And even then, if you so much as thought about touching a door in his presence, heād throw a fit. It wasnāt until you reminded your oh so affectionate husband that all the ladies in the shop, including your mother, along with everyone walking down the street could see you two and that his brother would come looking for him if he was late, that he stopped coming in for more kisses. And not to anyoneās surprise, only the threat of his brother got him moving right along.
You blissfully spent the next two hours in your motherās shop. Youād gotten all the best gossip, taking a mental note of all the details and questions youād bring back to Stack, who to his credit, always patiently listened and indulged in whatever gossip fell into your lap. You went back and forth with your mama, insisting she could bring the neckline down just a little, huffing and puffing that you were grown and married, until she begrudgingly gave in. You got to recount bits and pieces of your married bliss, the two younger girls in the room hanging onto your every word as if you were reciting the best fairytale ever written. And you even managed to successfully dodge any questions related to why youād been married for a little over a year now with no baby Moore on the way. Youād consider the day a success.
āAnd I donāt know why I need a new dress. Elias said itās for when he takes me dancinā, but we just went out last weekend,ā you reason, trying to figure out what he was up to.
āYou know that boy love to spoil you Y/n,ā one woman pipes up, stopping her work on the garment in front of her to give you a knowing look.
āMaybe he wannaā,ā but before the young girl could even finish her starry-eyed guess the small bell above the front door rings, forcing everyoneās attention in that direction. And speaking of the devil, in walks your husband with a toothpick between his teeth and a smile brighter than all the stars combined.
āWell aināt you just prettiest thing the Delta done ever seen,ā Stack muses, pulling the toothpick from between his teeth and taking in your red clothed form. Your cheeks immediately warm up at the grandeur of his compliments. It didnāt help that you were front and center in the room, standing right on the small platform with the threefold mirror staring right back at you.
Walking further inside, he takes the structured hat off of his head and greets all the women, stopping to properly greet your mother with a hug and kiss on the cheek.
āAināt she so pretty,ā he adds, stepping right up to your side, taking in the dress that was in his signature crimson, it hugged your body perfectly, the delicate pattern catching the light just right. The unanimous hum of approval from all the ladies only makes your cheeks hotter.
He then lifts your left hand in his and plants a delicate kiss to your jeweled ring finger as he admires you through the mirror in front of you.
āHell, all of Mississippi aināt got shit on you,ā he breathes out, taking all of you in one more time.
āYou better watch that mouth Elias,ā Mrs. Bea grumbles from your right side, causing your mother to snicker behind youāalready being somewhat used to his potty mouth.
āNow how you doinā Ms. Bea,ā Stack beams sweetly, peeking out from your side to flash the golds in his mouth to the older woman across from him.
āDoinā fine. Would be better if you stopped all that cussinā,ā she shoots back, causing you and everyone in the shop to erupt into laughter.
āNow I canāt make no promises ābout that maāam,ā Stack truthfully confesses.
āPlus ya girl right here love it when I cuss real good,ā his eyes are locked squarely on yours, a sinful glint blooming behind them. By now, your husband is grinning from ear to ear, the dimple on his left cheek on full display. You were just itching to poke it if that meant heād stop.
āBoy you better stop, you know this girl gonā burst into flames,ā your mother snickers, placing the last pin in place for alterations. Was everyone out to get you right now?!
āAlright baby, you can go take this off, should be done by the end of the week,ā she adds, helping you down from the platform alongside Elias.
āThanks mama,ā you softly breathe out, the corners of your mouth curling up into a gracious smile as you squeeze her hand. She reciprocates with a soft smile and sends you off on your way to go change.
āNeed some help Mrs. Moore?ā He offers, his voice laced with nothing but sin and a smirk plastered across his face to match. Your head immediately whips in his direction, eyes screaming, begging for him to stop. You step in closer to him, palms planted on his chest, eyes searching his for any hint of sense.
āCan you wait outside for me, Iāll be right out. I promise,ā you whisper sweetly, gripping onto his suit lapels, smoothing out the crisp edges. While you were trying to be firm, you couldnāt stop yourself from your senses being pleasantly overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne mixing with the tobacco from his cigarettes.
āNah, Iām good right here babygirl,ā Elias pokes back, enjoying the way he was making you blush.
āIf you go wait in the car, Iāll be real sweet to ya when we get home,ā you lean up to whisper right in his ear, softly and ever so slightly pressing your body against his, knowing his ultimate weakness was you.
āThatās all you had to say, woman,ā your husband beams, lightly wrapping a hand around your forearm and planting a small kiss to your lips before stepping away from you. You send a wink his way before turning towards the changing rooms, Ms. Bea following behind you, giving Stack a pointed lookāalmost daring him to watch you walk away. And he still did anyway.
āAnd before you even ask, I already set aside some extra fabric for that tie and pocket square of yours,ā your mother informs, cleaning up her workspace.
āYou know you my favorite mother-in-law right?ā He proudly asks, earning a couple laughs from some of the women in the room and earning an eye roll from your mother.
āGotta be able to match my favorite lady,ā he proudly states, his smile softening at the thought.
āIām gonā get out yāallās way now. The missus wants me gone I suppose,ā Stack continues, feigning hurt as he carefully places the hat back on his head.
āIāll see you on Sunday,ā he finishes, giving your mom one final hug and kiss to the cheek and making his way to the door, sending a small wave to the other women in the room.
āThat mean Iāll see you at church too, right?ā Your mom quips, already knowing the answer.
āI donāt know about all that now,ā your husband laughs, shaking his head as he pushes the door open, stepping out into the hot Mississippi air.
You can hear the ladies chatting back and forth as you carefully take off the dress in progress and put your original outfit back on.
āHe sure is some trouble, that Elias Moore,ā one woman grumbles, eyes looking towards your mother as she gets her own alterations done.
āBut aināt he just so sweet to her?ā A much younger seamstress sighs, completely entranced with yours and Eliasā love story.
āThat he is,ā your mom replies to them both.
āBut they a perfect match, thatās for sure,ā she continues, looking out of the window to see Stack leaning against the car puffing at a cigarette and a bright image of your smile whenever youāre with him etched into her mind.
And you in the dressing room, hearing all the chatter, were fighting back the widest smileāthe kind that hurt a little if you smiled for too long. Because it was trueāyou and Elias were a perfect match.
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