Mutha Earth

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YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II as John Creasy Man on Fire ❘ Official Teaser ❘ Netflix

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YAHYA IN BERLIN: A PHOTO DUMP

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Call Out My Name

Pairing: Businessman!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, stranger sex, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, referring to female anatomy as she, all consensual. D/s lite. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rushing, just let me know.

Summary: At a work conference, your boring coworkers want to continue hanging out. Needing your alone time, you head to the hotel bar for a quick drink before you headed upstairs. But when a gorgeous stranger buys your drink, it entices you to do something you’d never done before. Be bold. 

Word Count: 5,426k

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A/N: This is a wonderful ask from @westside-rot. I have not been able to stop thinking about businessman Stunna all day. Welp, here we are LOL. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

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Your coworkers spilled out of the conference room in a fit of laughter. Your laugh sounded so fake, even to your ears, but your coworkers were none the wiser. They stated that they wanted to keep the party going and go out for drinks and a later dinner.

Ugh. Spare you. It was bad enough being stuck in a hot ass conference room with these people but it was even worse that they wanted to keep going. It was past nine o’clock and you couldn’t stomach them for one second longer.

Usually, you did these conferences by yourself. You volunteered for the position for free travel and the chance to step out of your shoes for a minute. These people didn’t know you. It was a chance to ease the burdens of your life. But this was a bigger conference, so your boss let the four of you go.

“I’m actually so tired,” you said and heaved a yawn, stretching it out to really look convincing. “I couldn’t stay awake if I tried!”

“Oh, come on! You’re such an old lady!” One of your coworkers, Shane, said and shook his auburn hair. 

“Hey! It takes a routine to look this good at my age,” you said and pointed to yourself and your cream and brown outfit. Your coworkers laughed, waving goodbye, with final pleas to go ahead and join them. God, no thanks. 

You headed towards the hotel bar, feeling that much lighter just from getting rid of their energy. More people needed to appreciate a little quiet and solitude. Entering the hotel bar, your heels clicked on the faux wood as you looked around. It had a nostalgic sort of vibe, with soft neon light, wooden tables, and a TV playing in the corner. 

It was perfect. It looked like the type of place where everyone minded their own fucking business. You walked over to the bar, planting your brown jacket and purse on the seat to your left. You caught the bartender’s attention and ordered your favorite drink. 

As you waited for him to make it, you pulled out your phone and scrolled to your current favorite fanfic on Tumblr. You just needed a good drink and some alone time in the hotel room. You could almost feel the cool air on your skin as you sat and relaxed with good writing. 

The bartender slid your glass into your line of sight. You mumbled a thanks and pulled out your wallet.

“It’s been taken care of,” he said. 

You finally look up, puzzled, because who the hell would do that? The bartender tilted his head to your right. You turned, looking into the face of a god. It took all your willpower not to drop your draw and ogle him.

You licked your lips to give you time to stall, because goddamn. You were suddenly too aware of your heartbeat thumping in your chest and down below. You didn’t think people could have physical reactions to real life people and yet here you were.

You grabbed the drink and lifted it in a silent thanks to the mystery man. He nursed his own drink, glass barely filled with a dark, amber liquid. He pointed to the seat next to you and you hoped you didn’t look too desperate by nodding your head. 

He got off of the stool and damn. He was fine as hell. He was taller than you, impossibly tall, with long legs and decked out in a burgundy suit with a dark gray shirt, tie slightly askew from around his neck. The top button was undone, showing off a chiseled chest. 

You watched as he sauntered over and sat one seat away from you. Close enough to converse while still giving you some space. You were really starting to like him. 

He smiled and introduced himself. “But most people call me Stunna,” he said and smirked like he admired how silly that was. 

“Dare I ask why?” You asked.

“He shrugged. Something that stuck around since high school. You wear one shiny outfit and everybody’s a clown all of a sudden,” he said. 

You laughed, shaking your head and taking a sip of your drink. “You did not!” 

Stunna laughed, showing a radiant smile that completely transformed his face. He was stunning before, but he smiled like the first break of dawn across the horizon. Now you understood why they called him Stunna. 

“I promise I did. Although I burned all the evidence because no one needed to keep that around,” he said.

Conversation flowed easily with him. You told him your name and why you were at the conference. He told you all about his modest gaming company. Modest. You gushed all over the games that he produced, sharing your joy over the games that meant so much to you.

“There’s no way you really play,” he said. 

You nodded. “Believe it. Night and Sky? I cried by the time I finished and then played it fifty thousand more times,” you said.

Stunna laughed and shook his head. “You have no idea how much this means to me. It’s good to hear something good about my work every once in a while,” he said. 

Since you had that Stunna in front of you, you had thousands of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Still, you persevered, rapidly asking him questions. Bless him, he answered every single one. 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I’m no better than the people in the audience,” you said. You slapped your hands to your cheeks, feeling utterly mortified. You wished the soft, dark wood of the bar would swallow you whole. You instantly regretted nerding out all over a stranger, all over Stunna of all people. 

Stunna laughed. “I promise, you’re all good,” he said. When you shook your head, he chuckled again. Oh his voice was deep like chocolate and as savory as coffee. You just wanted to take a deep dive into it and never look back. 

And his eye contact was insane. You often had to look away from him, body heating in all the right ways from being under intense scrutiny. You waved your hand to dismiss his words or more like a visual cue to clear your mind from all of your racing, nasty thoughts. 

Maybe it was the long day. Maybe it had been too long since you were satisfied by something other than your fingers. But all you could think of was being bold. Warning signs and danger tones rang in your head as you thought of taking home a complete stranger. You watched enough TV to know that people never had the best intentions.

But hell. You were too willing to ignore all of that. You took in the cut of his suit, tailored, not off the rack. The flash of gold on his wrist from his huge watch. The long, thick fingers that you imagined wrapped around your throat.

And his lips. God, his lips. You wanted to get lost in those full lips. The way he spoke. The bite of hood to his tone to suggest that he wasn’t silver bred. The way that he absently stroked his teeth with his tongue. Was he doing it on purpose? To drive you completely mad? 

You saw his lips moving but swore that no sound came out. You weren’t drunk, just a little tipsy, so you couldn’t blame it on that. It was simply that you felt him. Was that weird? There was this connection getting built between the two of you, brick by brick, laugh by laugh. 

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“I said, are you good?” He asked.

You nodded your head. So, so, so good. Your mind had a tendency to wander so you pulled it back in by looking at Stunna’s lips. It was just as distracting as his eyes but at least you didn’t get flustered looking at his lips. 

Conversation turned towards griping about the conference, finding camaraderie by complaining about the same things. The overpriced food, the stinky attendants, and the anxiety of it all getting up in front of a crowd. Still, there were good parts to being a nerd.

Bold. Bold. Bold. Your heart was thundering in your chest, beating rapidly, out of control. So fast, you felt it at the base of your throat. You took the final sip of your drink, letting the sweet burn travel down to warm your belly. Your pussy gave a little throb like she was encouraging you on, rooting to get fucked as much as you were. 

You stood up and grabbed your things. Stunna looked disappointed for a moment, smile dropping inch by inch. It felt cruel to tease him like this but you couldn’t help it. You dug in your purse and pulled out the spare keycard.

You usually carried one, but you were in a rush this morning and ended up bringing both. You slid it across the bar table as you walked closer to him.

He smelled amazing up close. Like wood smoke and fresh mountain air. You leaned in a little closer than you would normally dare, bringing your hand close to his. You tapped the keycard, pushing it under his palm.

“Why don’t you come meet me upstairs,” you said, not really phrasing it as a question. Stunna lifted an eyebrow, looking from the key card, to your eyes, to the low swoop of your cream dress. 

His eyes moved slowly back to yours, locked, a smile curving his lips. “That right?” He asked. 

You nodded, stepping closer. You put your hand on his forearm, leaning into his ear. “I like it nasty,” you whispered in his ear, ending it with a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

Stunna sighed, sealing it with a chuckle. You walked away, hoping you weren’t too forward, as you hurried to the elevator. You forgot to give him a time limit and wondered if he’d follow you too soon, not even giving you the chance to strip and entice him upon entrance.

You rode the elevator to your floor, anticipation thrumming in your veins at the prospect. There was a tiny bit of doubt. After all, he had plenty of reason to think it was a trap. Ill intentions knew no bounds. But you hoped. Hoped that he’d join you on this crazy idea in this random city and at this random graphic arts conference. 

The paisley flooring blended well with the pinkish brown walls, striped paneling along the bottom half giving it a subtle interesting look. There were lights covered in intricate bowls, illuminating your way to your room. 

Your hands shook as you opened your door, glancing behind you at the elevator doors. Was he on it now? Was he eager? Would he show? Fuck, you hoped so. You’d hate to have to take care of yourself tonight. It wouldn’t be the same. 

You closed the door, scurrying inside and flipping only the lamp light on. You pushed your suitcase out of the way, cleaned up lingering trash people tended to  accumulate in hotel rooms. You hurriedly locked away any valuables, your wallet and the like. Just in case. You could be a dumb bitch right now, but at least you weren’t completely lost. 

You took off your dress, hanging it up in the closet. You stood there in your cream lacy bra and panties, with little bows on the sides. You liked wearing sexy things. It made you feel confident and desirable. You kept your heels on and then sat down on your bed. 

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on your door. You gasped, wiping sweaty palms on your thick thighs as you got up and went to the door. The lock beeped, the mechanics whirring, as Stunna opened the door.

Seeing you standing here, posing, he stopped for a moment with a smile on his face. “Uh, damn,” he breathed, taking in your sexy form. You felt amazing under his gaze, reading the truth of his lust in his dark eyes. 

He still wore the burgundy suit and he had to turn to fit into your doorframe. Standing next to him, you did have to crane your head a bit, as you looked into his eyes. He bit his lip as he made a show of looking you up and down.

Everywhere he looked, you felt like a physical caress on your skin. You felt exposed even though you were covering the good bits. “Look at you looking so pretty. All of this for me?” He asked.

You nodded. “Don’t you know that you shouldn’t play with strangers?” He asked.

You grinned and shook your head. “I couldn’t help it,” you admitted. Shocked to find that it was the absolute truth. You truly couldn’t help it. You needed this man in the worst way. An ache burrowed into your core, leaving you feeling needy and desperate. 

He walked further into the room, taking one look around. He looked down, looking at your breasts and he licked his lips. “Get down on them knees,” he commanded.

You were on fire. Burning incessantly. Waves and waves of heat moving up and down your spine. You slowly got to your knees, bending down while looking him in the eyes. He smirked. “I’m clean, but I’d understand if you didn’t want to,” he said.

“I invited you up here, remember?” You asked. You fell completely to your knees, the plush carpet like heaven on your knees. 

“You can say stop at any time,” he said. 

Your teeth bit your bottom lip, kneel-walking closer to him. You looked up. You really had to crane your neck now. Your hands worked at his button and zipper, freeing the growing bulge between his legs. Your eyes widened. You knew that he’d be big but…he had an impressive dick print, filling out his dark briefs in the best way.

He had strong thighs, a dusting of hair on his legs. You pushed his pants down further, running your nails softly against his dick. He hissed, rolling his neck. “I can use my words,” you said. 

“That right? What else that mouth do then?” He took off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the nearby chair. He loosened his tie more, unbuttoning the second button on his shirt, and then rolled up his sleeves. He revealed his forearms, strong powerful works of art. 

You grinned and buried your face in his bulge, running your nose across the thick length. His fingers caressed your forehead, cheek, and chin. You moved to push down his briefs, dragging down his thighs and salivating at the thought of fitting him in your mouth. 

You could feel your essence gathering between your thighs, pussy aching and throbbing, begging to be played with. His dick sprang free, bouncing, as it waved in your face. He was incredibly huge. How were you going to fit him all in? 

You’d have to use both hands to satisfy this man. You looked at him as you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Stunna grabbed his dick, tapping the tip against your tongue and moaning at the sight. 

You wrapped your lips around his length, suckling him down. He groaned, hands gripping the base of your neck and pulling you closer, taking him deeper. “Fuck, just like that. Get it nice and wet for your pussy,” he moaned.

You cried, picturing just that nasty image. You slobbered on him. Suckling and retreating, bobbing up and down, slurping and moaning. Hands massaging his shaft where your lips couldn’t reach. Stunna groaned as you sucked him off, grabbing a fistful of your braids. 

You cried, placing your hands on his thighs for leverage. It turned you on more and more, hearing his hisses and groans, knowing that he was fully clothed while you were not. He gripped your braids tighter, lifting an eyebrow at you.

You nodded, answering his silent question. Yes, you were alright. Yes, you were getting excited with the way he made sure you felt comfortable. Whatever this man wanted, you were willing to move heaven and earth to achieve it. 

“Fuck, this mouth is perfect. Damn girl, suck it like you own it. That’s all yours right there,” he moaned, encouraging you. You spat on his dick, suckling him back down. 

“You want it real nice and wet for that pussy, don’t you?” He asked. You nodded, gulping him down as far as you were able. 

Stunna jerked and twitched, abruptly pulling himself out of your mouth. You whined, leaning forward to try to suck him back in. “You keep doing that, I’ma bust,” he said and chuckled. 

“I want you to,” you said and pouted. You had no clue how he knew. How he knew what to say or how to treat you. How easy it was to surrender. No fight, no battle, no war to be won. You saw this man and you wanted. 

You wanted him in the worst way. And all it took was a little boldness on your part. A little shove in the right direction. A little clear and decisive action. Sliding your keycard to him was the wildest thing ever. Stuff of stories somewhere in the blogosphere. But here you were, catering to a man who knew what to do.

There was no coaching. No training. No room for you to argue and hassle over how to handle your body. Guys treated sex like they were lord and master over a woman’s body. As if you hadn’t spent your entire life with it. Every bump, mole, or scratch on you was accounted for. You knew your body best. So why wouldn’t a guy listen to how best to please you? 

None of that arrogance was present in Stunna. He eyed you like you were a goddess. Like there were curves and rolls that he wanted to explore, he just wasn’t sure where first. 

He held out his hands and helped you stand up. He grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a quick, bruising kiss. You gasped into his mouth, allowing his tongue to sweep in and explore your mouth. Your tongues dueled and danced, twirling and circling. He moaned as he sucked on your lips, tugging, feeling an answering tug in your pussy. 

You were dripping, absolutely ruining your panties. His hands caressed your shoulders, moving down your sides, and finally cupping your ass. He made a deep groaning sound, squeezing your ass and separating your cheeks just because he could. 

“Let me see how wet you are for me,” he said. He guided you to the bed, pulling on the middle of your panties. His knuckle brushed your wet heat and you gasped, looking at him.

He kept that same intense look in his eyes, staring at you while you moaned and whined. He bit his lip, watching you. Watching every sigh, every grimace, every jerk of your body. 

“How wet that pussy get?” He asked. He continued to rub his knuckle up and down your slit. You grew wetter under his attention, oozing your essence in slow waves. Your teeth were chattering, clicking as you felt your tummy getting tighter.

You gripped onto his forearm, squeezing and feeling his tendons move as he played with your pussy. He opened his hand, fingers swirling around your clit. Fuck, you were on fire. Burning and burning with no end to the suffering. 

“S-Stunna,” you stuttered. 

“Oh, say it again,” he growled, voice deep and commanding respect. 

“S-Stunna, fuck! Oh my god, oh my god,” you moaned. 

“Mhm, loud and clear, baby,” he moaned.

You moaned louder, letting him know verbally that he was doing something very well. He dipped his middle two fingers in your pussy and you leaned off of the bed, clutching his forearm. He grabbed your wrist with his free hand, pinning it to the bed near your head.

“Keep that shit down, fuck you fighting for?” He asked. “Let that shit go. Let it all go. Let the bullshit go and come get yours,” he said.

“Yes, sir, yes, sir,” you moaned, choppy, ragged sounds escaping you. You focused on your orgasm, teased it to the front as you thought about this gorgeous man bringing you pleasure. How he seemed to be a figment of your imagination.

Something your mind conjured up, surely. There was no way he could be this perfect. This focused on your pleasure. He used this thumb to press on your clit. And like a bottle rocket, you were off. Screaming your pleasure and entering the upper atmosphere. You couldn’t breathe, clutching the sheets and bringing it to tuck under your neck as you exploded on his fingers.

Stunna cooed, watching you. “So fucking pretty. So fucking good cumming all over these fingers. Fuck, I could watch you all day and night,” he groaned. “Pussy nice and fucking juicy.” 

He got to his knees, grabbing your thighs while you were momentarily out of it. You squealed as he pulled your ass off of the bed, moving your panties to the side, and then sealing his lips to your pussy.

“Oh, fuck! Stunna! Right there!” You screamed, hands flying to the back of his neck and holding on. Stunna planted his hands on your thighs and pushed, nearly folding you in half. There was pressure on your lower back, legs too thick to hold up on their own, even with his assistance.

You hooked your arms under your legs to hold them open, getting back into the groove of his tongue lapping at your juices. There were lewd, sucking noises as he ate you out. His tongue was big enough for slow circles that touched your clit and your entrance. Round and round he went, getting you worked up to the point that you couldn’t hold yourself proper anymore. You just wanted to collapse, to give in to the dying star in your heart as it wanted to blast you into pieces. Scatter you across the universe to drift endlessly. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered. 

“Wet ass pussy. Can suck on this shit all night,” Stunna moaned, continuing to eat you out. It was official. Stunna ruined you for all others. No one else would be able to take you to such heights. Multiple times? You were turning into liquid jelly all at the masterful way he commanded your body. 

Stunna wiggled his tongue back and forth over your pussy, dipping his long tongue into your entrance before returning to your clit and becoming ruthless. He flicked his tongue faster and faster. Your tummy fluttered, getting tighter, twisting, toes curling.

“Look at me, pretty,” he demanded.

You whined as you looked to him for help. Stunna smirked. He watched you as he slobbered over your pussy, adding to your juices, and making your thighs slick. You caressed Stunna’s head, scratching his scalp.

Stunna moaned as you found a good spot, and he started to gyrate like he was already fucking into you. His arm jerked as you assumed he finally took himself into his own hands, tugging on his meat with a frenzied jerk. 

You came first, exploding on his tongue while screaming his name and shaking and twitching. Your eyes rolled back into your head, body shivering, light shooting behind your eyelids. 

“Stunna, Stunna, Stunna,” you hyperventilated. You needed mercy. You needed to tap out. But fuck, you were trying to make it to the finish line. Trying to be good so you could get a taste of that dick deep within your walls. You needed to get stretched out and disrespected. 

Stunna moaned as you shook on your way down from your orgasm. He wrapped up eating you out, slowing down, fewer and fewer licks. You were sensitive, twitching with every stroke of his tongue. 

“Stunna, please,” you rasped.

Stunna chuckled, standing up and wiping his dripping mouth. He smoothed your juices into his beard, letting you soak all of it. You licked your lips as you looked at him between half-lidded eyes. 

“Time to put in work, pretty,” he said. “You still with me?”

You nodded. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had,” you said. You were beyond feeling ashamed admitting that. You’d had some satisfying lays. Some not so much. But nothing, nothing, nothing compared to Stunna. That sexy smile. That deep voice. His natural manliness that only made you want to serve him. To give him whatever he wanted. To be his free use little whore who took his big dick whenever he needed to empty his balls. 

Stunna grinned, leaning over your overheated body. He kissed you. You tasted and smelled yourself on him. It only fueled you to gyrate against him. So needy already. He had been rocking your world all night and here you were begging for me. He hadn’t come once. Selfish, selfish, and yet, you continued to writhe your body against his. Silently pleading for him to go ahead and take you. 

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that? Perfect,” he whispered against your lips and went right back to kissing you. He kissed you like he ate you out, sloppy, desperate, and like it gave him absolute pleasure to feel your lips on his. 

Stunna stood up, and loosened the rest of his tie and slipped it over his head. He tossed it onto the floor and then went to work on his shirt, going through the buttons with unparalleled speed. He took the shirt off and you gasped, eyes widening to take in all of him.

He had an amazing, thick body. Broad shoulders. Lean hips. Legs for days. His chest rose and fell as he smirked, taking off his shoes, pants and briefs in one fell swoop. He snatched up his pants, pulling out his wallet and then pulling out a condom. You loved a prepared man. 

He took his time rolling the latex down his huge dick. You watched it glide further and further down to his base. He stepped back into the heat of your body, grabbing your hips to line you up properly. 

Stunna caressed your lips, thumb running across your kiss-swollen lips. “You can tell me to stop at any time,” he said. 

“I know,” you whispered and nodded, giving him that clear permission to do what needed done. 

Stunna grabbed his base and then guided himself inside, groaning at how you instantly gripped his dick. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His mouth hung open as he concentrated on your pussy, on fitting as much of him inside as he was able. 

He pulled out when he met resistance, plunging back in and getting deeper. He repeated the motion, letting you get used to his size. You pushed at his stomach. Not that you wanted him to stop. But fuck, you needed to hold onto something before you came apart at the seams. 

You took him more easily, all the prepwork well worth it. “Oh, oh, oh fuck,” you cried, sounds getting higher in pitch as he started to increase his strokes.

His hips moved in a roll, fucking into you. He gripped your hips, squeezing, punishing, as he continued on, slamming into your walls with enough force to shake the bed. He groaned as he found a deep rhythm, jackhammering inside your pussy. 

He moved his arms to brace himself on the bed, pushing your legs up in the process. You whimpered, looking at him. It was too much. Fuck, it was too much. And yet, it was not enough. Not nearly enough. 

“Oh Stunna, oh baby, oh fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the mattress as you lost yourself to the throes of ecstasy. 

Stunna groaned. “Say it louder, pretty,” he said. He fucked and fucked, dropping his face to your chest and suckling your nipple through your bra. There was a wet heat on your chest but it wasn’t on your skin and it was driving you wild. You cried and begged, no longer aware of what you were saying.

You could be begging for the nastiest shit and you wouldn’t fucking know it. Not while he was hitting it so well. Not when he made sure to take care of you. He bit your nipple and pulled. 

Pressure built in your lower tummy, churning and twisting, until you gripped onto his shoulders and cried out again. This one had to be worse than the last. You whimpered as your left leg shook violently, spasms piercing your leg. Your choppy whine made you scrunch up and start crying, the orgasm too much for you. Feeling too good, to the point of pain. 

Stunna gripped your throat, hard enough to mean business, but light enough that you could escape if you wanted. You moaned, eyes in the back of your skull once more. “Squeezing my shit. You’re doing so well, pretty. So well. Pussy so juicy. So wet,” he moaned as he finally let himself go.

His tortured moan was music to your ears, face slack in relief, as his dick pulsed and throbbed inside. He felt even bigger, stretching you, splitting you open. 

Your harsh breaths matched his as he leaned to the side, on his elbow, while he slowly softened inside. You rubbed his shoulders and his back, almost ashamed of the scratches you must have left there. Soft enough, he pulled out with a choked moan. 

He kissed your skin, kissed your neck, leaving hot wet kisses up to your lips. He gave you a sweet, tender kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. 

You were spent. Blissed out. Fucked to within an inch of your life. All you could do was stare in a daze at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck just happened. Sure, you were there for the festivities, but you were at a loss. There were no thoughts in your head. No swirling, lingering worries about the conference or the lecture you had to give tomorrow. 

Stunna returned to the room, running a warm washcloth between your legs. You whimpered and slapped at his arm.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You made such a mess, pretty,” he cooed as he cleaned you up, flipping the washcloth and rubbing down your thighs as well. You felt so cherished. So in tune with him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Stunna chuckled. “No, thank you. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else,” he said. 

“Me neither,” you gushed and smiled. 

You couldn’t believe that your ho phase was starting at your big age but you were here for it. Here for more chances like this. You’d likely never see him again, long distance relationships never working out for anyone. You were too greedy. Too needy. You wanted to climb underneath whoever you were with and never come up for air. You couldn’t do that if the guy was halfway across the country. 

“Give me a minute or two to recover. I’m currently paralyzed,” you said and huffed a laugh.

Stunna laughed. He climbed onto the bed and helped you sit up further. You remained on your bed, staring up at him. He laid on his side, head on his hand and leaning against his elbow. He used his right hand to trail his fingers up and down your body, creating a lazy figure 8 pattern.

You talked well into the night, learning more and more about each other’s interests. You moved from video games, to books, to movies. When your yawns became too frequent, barely able to keep your eyes open, Stunna kissed both of your eyelids and ordered you to get under the covers.

He scooted in behind you after turning off the light. “I can leave if you want me to,” he offered.

You wiggled your ass against his front, dick fitting into the crook of your ass. He was huge even at rest. You sighed in deep contentment, snuggling into his heated chest. “Stay. I got plans for you,” you said.

Stunna chuckled and got more comfortable, pulling you into his body. He sighed as well, flexing his hand over your belly in a possessive way that made your heart skip. 

“Well, then, I have to stick around for these plans. Sneak peak?” He asked.

Your answering snores let him know that you were gone, off in dreamland. He chuckled and kissed your forehead, whispering good night and sending a quiet prayer to the universe, thanking it for bringing you to him. 

The end.

There's more Stunna! The Secret Big Stunna Files

[soft-persephone]

You nodded, stepping closer. You put your hand on his forearm, leaning into his ear. “I like it nasty,” you whispered in his ear, ending it with a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

Well fuck you too!

Idk why but this line was so good it made me angry! As well as the entire fic!

[consent-is-king]

reign down on me. | Stunna x Black!Plus-Size Reader

content: Y'ALL ASKED, I DELIVERED lol; Stunna likes to be told what to do and the reader likes to give him what he wants (consent is explicit and enforced), lots of m*sturb*tion talk, reader gets on top in various different ways, f*cking to southern rap,  b*dily fluids (s*x is unprotected), Stunna keeps the golds in his mouth the entire time, yessir.

Also! I’m building a taglist for my written stuffs. If you wanna be on it, please comment in the replies! Love yewwwwwwwww. 

Soundtrack: Fat Pat - Superstar (Chopped & Screwed) By DJ Sleep

Stunna’s hot seed stains the carpet beneath his feet. He’s panting like a dog in heat, sweat droplets coupling above his brows. Taxed but he still owes you more. Back-to-back liquid outbursts would be a new one for the both of you but you render that impossible by looking at the wide load dripping from the edge of the glass coffee table and now onto the floor. He’s smiling in between sips of oxygen from the air. What he experienced by the call and response of his favorite girl left him with stars in his eyes. Minutes later, the remnants of galaxies still remain. 

Stunna’s battery begins to recharge. He can finally speak. “Shit. That was so fucking good.” 

Stunna gathers enough sight to see you standing by the window across the room, your hard nipples poking through his favorite white tee. Aroused is an understatement. As you watched him tug and pull, beat and release, you pooled between robust thighs. It squishes when you walk so you rather stand still. Stunna can’t know how turned on you are but he can feel the power changing hands in the room. Usually you’d have a quick retort or further instruction but watching your man’s solo exploration of his dick leaves you without words. Stunna clocks your silence and your left hand quivering from being so fucking lit up with lust as a sign that he did good. 

You snap out of your daze to do your job. 

“You look so pretty when you beat your dick for me, Stunna.” You gather enough strength to saunter over to Stunna’s still recovering body. He doesn’t want to show his joy in pleasing you but he can’t help it. The golds in his mouth peek out from behind his lips.  “I’m wet as fuck. You wanna see?” You stand in-between Stunna’s spread legs now regaining their strength. Looking up at you for a kiss, you resist. Those sexy-ass lips deserve a bath but not in the PG-rated way Stunna thinks he’s about to receive. 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah? Lay back on the fucking couch.” 

Stunna contorts his body across on the brown loveseat, his long legs hanging off the end. 

You get on top of Stunna with a drenched pussy now slowly grinding against Stunna’s dick now up for round two. You paint him with your wetness, bumping your clit against his bulge. You can see it in his face that he wants you to corral his dick inside of you. He wants to drown in your splash waterfalls. As you slide north to south on the surface of his hard-on, you lean your body down so your lips can meet his. 

“You feel that shit?” The sound of your words reverberates against his widening mouth. Lust is caught in Stunna’s throat. He can’t utter a complete word, his ‘yes’ broken up like shattered pottery. He tries his hardest to respond. 

“Ye-es…fuck-k. Pl-” 

You stop. The word “please" makes you stop. Stunna’s begging. You can’t stand when he begs before it’s called to do so. 

“You pleading for this pussy ain’t gonna make me give it to you, Sir. You know better.” 

“I’m-m sorry.” Stunna’s eyes, usually full of street dreams, are now filled with disappointment. He messed up a privileged moment to feel you grind out a nut against his body. Just to feel an ounce of your love fluids against him would be a win. He knows that anything else he wants would be up to your approval. He just needs to end the night a part of a cum-up-and-down so strong it could win an Ironman competition. 

“Ummhmm. Just for that, I finna torture your ass.” 

You grab your phone from that same coffee table spotted with Stunna’s mess and start to scroll. The last time you proceeded this way, it ended with a video of you playing with yourself on the widescreen. Stunna had to stare at his girl going nuclear down south with her favorite toy and try not to touch himself.

As your silicone best friend hit all of the spots, Stunna’s right leg shook up and down. Pre-cum blemished his gray sweatpants as he listened to you moan and curse and babble incomprehensibles. When he would channel his subconsciousness and trail his right hand into his pants, you would stop the production. He had to make it to the end — or your end — before he could witness his own finale of sorts. After seventeen minutes of punishment, you edged him into an explosion, his drool dressing the very shirt you are wearing right now. That’s why it is his favorite.

Stunna pleads silently for another of those nights and you know it. You add an extra pinch of torment and tap a playlist entitled “Ride Slow”. 

You hop off of Stunna. Standing in between the table and Stunna’s beautiful body, you take off his favorite shirt and toss it by his feet. He wants you to come forward and sit on his face. You faceride like an Olympic equestrian. But again, it ain’t about him. 

Your back faces Stunna as you start sliding down onto his dick. Using your arms to balance your body, you proceed to glide up and down to the chopped and screwed sounds of the legendary screwed up click. Stunna wants to see when you cum down like a superstar. All he can view right now  is you grind and twerk on top of him, your waist winding to the bass and slaps. Stunna’s dick is so big that to fit him in right, you take your time. Patience is a virtue. 

“I love this fuckin’ dick…” 

Stunna can’t talk back. Permission isn’t granted. You loosen the havana twists from your ponytail. Aesthetics matter. You swing your hair from side to side, the tips of your twists grazing just below Stunna’s belly button. Just the right sensation to add to his dick ready to burst. 

“This my shit, Stunna. Ain’t this my shit?” 

How can Stunna respond to your inquisition? He can’t say words. All he can do is watch you roll and bounce down on his dick at a pace slower than a pour of lean. You’re dragging out the strokes, creating a heat that Stunna wants your wetness to put out not now but right now. You’re ready too. You lift up your right hand and start swangin’ and crawlin’ your fingers across your clit. You suddenly go from zero to hundred real quick. That orgasm ain’t stopping for nobody and Stunna needs to see it, word to UGK. 

“Tell me to cum…”

When you give Stunna an ounce of power, he grabs his crown. “Cum on this dick. Wet me the fuck up.” You can’t control the way you start bouncing up and down on top of him. It’s as if your legs have a mind – and springs – of its own. You scream out the freakiest sounds in between saying Stunna’s name. He wishes so badly to see your fuck faces in this moment caused by his dick being all in your way. He can see the tension being released from your spine, trailing his eyes down towards his dick covered in your cream. You leave messes like he does.  The couch now carries a large spot of a darker shade.

You lift up your body to show him your juices trailing down like a spider’s web onto a dick not getting another of his own tonight. Before you walk to the bathroom, you give your last commandment. 

“Clean this shit up.” 

[soft-persephone]

Woah this was …

[henneseyhoe]

“Tell daddy you sorry”(request)

Stunna x BLACK!THICK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: toxic!stunna, daddy kink, rough sex, name calling, breeding kink(eh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

SUMMARY:you fucked somebody else. Stunna ain’t too happy bout it.

Ps. This was (kinda) inspired by we cry together by Kendrick Lamar. I listen to that shit unironically and the ending of the song had me gasping when I first heard it so I had to make a lil drabble lmfao. Also I owed y’all a lil sumn before putting out these other requests and series.

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“Now tell daddy you sorry”

“Tell daddy you sorry for givin’ his pussy away” he repeated, his hips colliding into her with force as she whined pathetically, her hands pushing at his hips to keep him from going so deep. She felt defeated in this moment. Weak that not only did she let this nigga back into her house, but she let him back into HER.

Her soft eyes stared up at him, her mouth gaped open with a stupid look on her face, the golden chain he wore around his neck dangling above her, putting the girl in a trance like state with the help of his mad thrusts. One kiss to her lips and she was snapped out of it.

“Fuuuck! I hate you!”

“You do? This pussy looove me, though. Look how wet she is, baby” he says, delivering slow, deep strokes that had her mumbling incoherent words. She couldn’t even lie and say she wasn’t loving every bit of this shit. If she did, her hormones would have made it obvious that she was boldly lying through her teeth, and one thing about Stunna was that he hated a liar, especially a bad one.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched to the sky, the man getting satisfaction out of watching her try to break free from the death grip he had on her thighs. He was surely gonna leave a mark.

“now say sorry”

the logical thing for her to do was comply and do what he told her to do instead of being a brat and refusing again, and she would have said no anyway if her ass wasn’t already sore from the 10 strikings his hand gave her earlier.

“I- I’m so sorry, daddy!”

“You is?”

“Yesss!”

“This pussy mine?”

“Yes! yes! yes!” She chanted, her toes curling.

Stunna smirked. “Obviously he ain’t do a good job if you came back. You love me?”

“Yessss! Give it to me!” She cried, her nails scratching down his back as she took every single inch he gave to her. He spoke no words, just continued to do his damage, aiming for her sweet spot the entire time. The way he was fucking her, you could have sworn he hated her a little, shit, he might after tonight.

Her thighs felt like she had ran a mile, her body not getting time to calm down before another orgasm was upon her. In bliss, she was unaware of the turmoil she had set herself in just by fucking this man once again. And she’d do it again after this too.

“Shit!” He shouted, his jaw clenched as he gripped her thick thighs, bending them back to her chest. If she knew getting fucked this hard would take playing in his face, she would have been broken up with him and using somebodies son as a sex toy.

“Fuuuuck! Fuck me nigga!” she screamed before her voice became hushed, the man responding in harsh slaps to her ass.

“Imma fuck you bitch”

“Fuck meee!”

“Imma fuck you bitch”

They went back and forth till the woman’s legs began to shake violently, her pussy practically choking his dick, just how he wanted it.

“I don’t wanna see you with nobody else unless it’s the baby I put in you”

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@chxrryp0p

[soft-persephone]

Omg this was so

[planetblaque]

UGHHH, he’s fine as fuck. I really need that. 😩

[notapradagurl]

Devil In Twos.

Black Fem! Reader x Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore & Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. (modern-day)

▶︎▶︎Part 1/2.◀︎◀︎

Summary: Your next-door neighbors, Stack & Smoke were your best friend’s twin brothers. Elias was drawn to what was forbidden, & Elijah had his eye on you. After one fantasy of the twins, you needed to get them out of your system.

A/N: My apologies for my absence, been busy with work but here’s Smoke & Stack! Enjoy! 🤭

Warnings: threesome with twins, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, cumshots, choking, fingers in mouth, biting, dumbification, overstimulation, praise, AU where Stack & Smoke are in the modern-day world, cocky!Stack, best friend's brothers trope, thigh riding, face fucking, mean!Smoke, cum play, teasing, fingering, rough sex, jealousy, head, sneaking around, use of n-word, mean!Stack, aftercare, manhandling?

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Stack was nothing more than merely your best friend’s annoying ass twin brother. Far too cocky for your liking, and far too fine to let yourself get caught up. Reckless, smooth talker who would chase after the young women, or sneak in older women who wanted a personal taste for Ladies Night.

While Elijah was more quiet than Elias, taciturn, and took his time to speak with women than his fast-moving younger brother.

However, women often eyeing Smoke discreetly, they were drawn to his quiet nature, his strapping physique, and the women he kept.

Smoke never had a problem with women, and they loved the strong, silent type of men.

Women often calling them Devils In Twos and quoting that comes in many forms, even in midnight blue, not just crimson red.

At first, you didn't know that Eliana had two twin half-brothers…well, as she would explain it, two twin brothers. Their mother would say, “God didn't make half of anythin’ you hear? You are family,” and they took it to heart.

Their baby sister, Eliana with her breathtaking beauty, is a spitting image of their mom. She has brown skin, a button nose, dimples, plump lips, with bouncing curls down her back, and an hourglass body. Same traits as her big brothers, with a softer side.

Her nickname was Sage, which emphasizes her calmness that she brings to the sibling dynamic. The yin to their yang, and the créme de la créme.

The men? Either hunted down, beaten to death, or killed to be televised on the morning news for disrespect, breaking her heart, or looking her way, without any consequences to the brothers.

Overprotective as hell? Yes. Stubborn as hell? Yes. Soft spots for their sister? Yes.

You meet their sister in the neighborhood, where she moved into on the first day, casual talks about your jobs, movies, TV shows, dating, and music, various topics. You, and Eliana shared similar interests, views, and she could talk shit about her brothers frequently.

The Moore brothers had various business ventures, as proved by the papers on permanent ink. Stack worked on his popular club. While Smoke operated in the management, production, and high-end beverage business of his own, importing all over the world.

Smoke is investing in his own bar, Smokey’s Hub, right across from the strip club, which Stack owns for himself. Smoke objected to the idea, but Stack insisted on making more money, and Sage worked in the bar with Smoke, bartending to patrons.

Eliana felt safe, and comfortable around you. She had a real friend, not just someone who wanted to be around her brothers, or fuck them.

Who wouldn't?

It was pleasant to see that their little Sage was happy, smiling, and out of her comfort zone around you. Initially, you found her brothers attractive, but your interest was in getting to know her.

You had a strong friendship with Smoke, but Stack was occasionally a friend as well.

Stack had his moments, but your affection for the twins was evident, and they were aware of it too.

Sage and Smoke were vigilant of their brother’s mischief, including yourself. Who knows how many fake friends went after Stack, and left Sage in the dark, alone, in tears. Unforgiving of her brother.

They were either in their house or following behind his baby sister into yours, arm over her shoulder with that stupid grin across his face.

Stack would say that his television was broken, or needed to borrow some sugar, making various excuses just to see his sister, and you. He would try flirting, and sweet talk, while you hurl insults or bite back at him While Smoke followed behind him, smacking him upside his head.

His sister wasn't buying it. Sage replied by saying “You see me every day, go on and play with your little hoes,” as if he were a pimp from back in the day.

Sage was onto his game with you, and her. She warned you so many times about Stack, and you listened diligently to her, and Smoke.

However, one Friday night, you invited the twins over to your house for dinner, while you were cooking late at night, the men stood between you, carefully helping you prepare the meals, as they did.

You accidentally bumped into both of them, they stood before you, their eyes settled on you. Seductive. You didn’t say a word, and they only apologized for getting in your way.

Your mind created a nasty fantasy of you in between Stack & Smoke, you were on all fours, mouth full of Stack while Smoke fucked you from behind as he hated you, a man that deprived, in desperate need of your touch. Tears falling down your face, mascara running, twisting in pleasure.

Smoke & Stack had you in multiple positions, their big hands all over you, leaving no place untouched. Claiming you as theirs, kissing you, biting you into your skin.

The dream seemed so vivid that you attempted to fall asleep that same night. You couldn't sleep. Your fingers slipped beneath your panties, moving against your pulsating clit, and your fingers deep inside your pussy. Finger fucking yourself until you come over and over, leaving a mess over your sheets, yourself included.

You changed the sheets and took a shower. Despite that, the wet dream remained engraved in your memory. And you wanted to make it happen, and you've had a little crush on them.

Obviously, you didn't tell Sage that, when she would only jump to conclusions, and make accusations. Admit that you've never been a real friend to her at all.

Stack & Smoke was your next-door neighbors in the neighborhood, with its prestigious reputation nestled in a grand location where they paid extra for security, camera surveillance, privacy, and were squeaky clean in every way.

Still, Sage was becoming suspicious of you, and Stack together. The longing glances, flirting from him mostly, and you flirting back.

She trusted Smoke wouldn't do the same, and you were discreetly looking his way without her noticing, mainly because he was quiet and didn’t talk much.

Though Smoke was silent, it doesn't mean he’s not sneaking around or out-going like Stack. Hell, Smoke might even be fucking a woman or two, turning her whichever way she pleases.

People often underestimate the quiet ones, expecting little of them.

Eliana lay sprawled across the large pink couch, eyelids closed gently, a pink woolen blanket draped over her body. Softly snoring, as your eyes flickered toward her, and then back to the television screen, showing an episode of Living Single.

You lay slouched across the second couch on the right side of the spacious living room. Relaxed, relishing in the silence for a moment.

She was getting some rest after a hectic night at Smoke’s bar, and either he or Stack would usually ensure she got home safely on his days off since they lived in the same neighborhood as you.

She frequently came by to chat all day and could sleep through anything, yawning softly, blinking twice before rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Refreshed, yet still slightly fatigued.

“Y/n?” Sage mumbled, her voice soft yet raspy from sleep.

You hummed in response, smiling softly. “Hey, sleepy head,” you whispered playfully, waving at her.

“Girl, work has been so stressful with Eli lately. The bar was packed,'cause Elias brought in half naked bottle girls from his damn club,” Eliana spoke unsettled, half asleep, half-awake. Her southern accent spilling from her speech.

Your brows creased at her sleepy speech, as the image you created in your mind appeared like magic. Your hand smacked over your mouth, stifling a laugh.

The vibration of your laugh tickles your palm, with one hand over your stomach. The pain inside crept through. “He’s so crazy, I can see him doing that,” You added, clearing your throat.

Eliana chuckled coyly, with a slight grin. “Smoke almost blew a fuse at him but it brought in more business for us. They asked about you," She says halfheartedly, rolling her eyes.

You blinked twice. “They did? How are they?”

“Unfortunately, yes. They are always asking about you, and wonder how you're doing. I don't like it. You like them?” Sage asked casually as if it took away the unease.

“Sage, you’re barking up the wrong tree here, ask them, yourself,” You shot back, your voice held an edge that barely concealed your frustration with this tangled situation.

Sage waved you off, with a defensive nod, before you caught that eye roll from her. You squinted at your friend and you scoffed coyly.

“You think every girl you're friends with is gonna fuck your brothers, even me?” You asked, accusing her, your voice in a strict tone.

Sage rose from her spot on the couch and snatched her blanket as if to cover herself from shame. Trust issues, fear of facing the same cycle again. She knew she shouldn't have said that to you, but you knew Sage was thinking it. Ruthless.

“You’re thinking it, but you won't say it.” You snapped, your head shook gently.

“Y/N…please. I'm sorry,” Sage whined softly, her lip poking out.

Spoiled rotten. Always used to get what she wanted, but that didn't include friends.

“No, you’re not.” You snapped in a calm tone, eyeing her up, and down.

Sage didn't say a word, speechless. Her face softening, with guilt, anxiety, and lament. Her lips fell into a frown, her shoulders slumped faintly. You could see it in her.

“Okay. I know you, and you're my friend. I don't want to lose you like this. I'm so fucking sorry!” Sage exclaimed worrily, her arms wrapped around you, her face buried in your neck. Overly clingy.

You didn't cave in, able to resist her. Pushing her away. Her face turned sour, while your face remained neutral. “Don’t you have a home to get to?” You shot back rudely, your hand gestures to the front door.

That cute shit isn't going to work on you, not now. Sage sighed in defeat, nodding in agreement. “I need to go home, I need to clear my head anyway.” Sage mumbled, her lip fell into a frown.

Sage says farewell to you. She stepped out with quickness and closed the door firmly. Hours later, you heard footsteps thudding against the concerte, fading away.

Your phone vibrated on the coffee table, your eyes flickered toward it, just after grabbing it. Your eyes focused on the screen, it was your best friend, Jaelyn. With a press of your thumb, you held the phone to your ear.

“Hey, Jaelyn. How's your evening going?”

“Hey, girl! It's going good, how about you?”

You sucked in a shallow breath, before your fingers tugged at the tussels of your pillows. Your lips fell into a tight line, frustration with your current feelings, and your choice.

There was no time to be adamant about your feelings, and you knew what you wanted.

“You remember Eliana’s twin brothers, Smoke & Stack? The same ones I've introduced you to a couple of weeks ago?” You mentioned knowingly, gesturing to them as if they were in the room.

“Yeah? The two fine twins? And their bratty sister?” Jaelyn drawled, blinking twice, unaware of what you were asking.

You knew that Jaelyn wouldn't judge you, or make a mockery of your feelings. She's been through similar experiences as you. Best friend since elementary school.

“Yup, those two. So I had a freaky dream about them a couple of nights ago…” You dragged along, your eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Ouuuuu! You did?! Girl, did they have you in a threesome? Did you suck their dicks? Doggystyle? Missionary? From the side? Cowgirl? Reverse?” Jaelyn exclaimed, her voice seductive, almost frantic.

“Yesss that, and they did! Every single one! It felt real to me, too.”

Jaelyn gasped softly, her hand over her chest. Her mouth parted slightly as if she moaned from the image. “Let me guess you want to fuck them?” she teased, grinning.

Your fingers dug deep into the fabric of the pillow, bringing your knees to your chest. Your lip poked out, “You know I do,”

“Then what's stopping you? Sage? You?" Jaelyn asked boldly, her head tilting.

“Nobody?” You drawled, biting your lip.

“Exactly! Why do you care for Sage’s opinion, or her thoughts? She'll have to deal with it or leave, somehow. Everyone wants to fuck her brothers,” London says, shrugging it off.

You sighed in relief, chuckling softly. “Preaching to the choir, boo!”

“We both know you don't want to be friends with those niggas. I'm 100% sure they like you. I see how they look at you, like they’re ready to tear that ass up! Simultaneously!" Jaelyn exclaimed, laughing on the other end of the line.

“Simultaneously is crazy!” You cackled loudly, eyes snapped shut.

You, and Jaelyn burst into laughter, you hand over your stomach, the sound echoing through the house. Head thrashing across the pillow, your palm hitting the cushion, thudding softly.

“Shit..I would fuck the brothers too, and I wouldn't give a single fuck, you hear me?” Jaelyn added, exhaling to stop herself from laughing.

“I hear you. I appreciate this shit so much, Jae!”

“Of course, girl! I'm here for you, just like you're here for me. All shade but I'm your real friend!”

“Girl, I love you but you're making my stomach hurt—”

You almost flinched at the sound of a sudden knock, pondering on the identity of the visitor. “Shit!” you mumbled, your eyes flickered toward the door in caution. "What's wrong, are you okay?” Jaelyn asked in concern.

“Yeah, but someone is at my door,” You say, carefully rising from the couch.

Silently wishing that it wasn't Sage. Swiftly checking your phone, you caught a glance of your Ring Camera live feed.

Stack & Smoke appeared on the screen, with Smoke acknowledging you with a chin raise and Stack displaying a self-satisfied smile.

“Girl! It's Smoke & Stack!”

“Ouuu! You’d better go fuck them! You got this!” Jaylen encouraged, winking at you.

You chuckled at your bestie’s nasty encouragement, and winked playfully at her. “Thanks, boo! I'll give you the details later!”

“Anytime, and yes, please! I can’t wait for the tea!” Jaelyn quiqqed, smirking with mischief.

With a push of your thumb, you laughed it off, and ended the phone call.

Your face lit up, until you swung the screen door and door, open. Revealing Elias in a grey oversized hoodie, and matching sweatpants, crisp, white Air Force Ones, on his feet. While Elijah opted for a black hoodie, and sweatpants. For the biting chill of fall, your favorite season.

You chuckled lightly, before letting them inside your house, stepping aside. “Hi Elijah, Hi Elias, Why are y’all here?” You asked, pushing the doors closed, locking them shut.

The men scraped their shoes outside and gently kicked them off into the shoe basket beside the door.

The twins loomed over you as Stack leaned in, with your hand pressing against his chiseled abs. Warmth spread through you, as your hand glided over his abdomen, pushing him back a few. Stack stumbled back, grinning, while you rolled your eyes.

“We can't see you, now? Hm?” Stack hummed, his hands mushed your face, gently shaking your head from side to side.

“Stack, stop playing..” You snapped, squinting. Your palm swatted at his arm, Stack hissing with a smirk.

“But it's cute you act all fuckin’ tough,” Stack winced, his voice playful.

“Nigga, you play too much,” Smoke gritted, cutting his eyes at him.

“Nigga, you just jealous,” Stack tutted, matching his death glare.

You strode off toward the couch that faced the television, and gently plopped down, as the twins followed behind you. Smoke sat beside you on the right while Stack sat on the left side. Sandwiched between them, just like the dream. Their cologne is spicy, woody, possibly a hint of dark cherry, and cinnamon. Fuck, they smelled really good.

Your body shifted, thighs pressed together. Stack & Smoke sat manspread, his knees brushing against yours on purpose yet Smoke’s arm rested over the couch. Stack’s death glare cut at Smoke, yet his big brother smirked impishly. Panties pooling from the closeness, the rush of heat flowed through you.

“I've finally had a day today, and another couple of days off tomorrow, which is good. I need a damn break,” You say with a sigh, your head falling back on the pillow.

“Folks ‘round there stressin’ you out too much?” Smoke asked gently, the rasp crept in.

“Yes, I've been there for 3 years now, and I don't plan to stay long. Being an assistant to a corporate boss in the office is not what I thought I was.” You complained, shrugging.

Ideas floated through their minds, hoping to provide a solution to your problem, an escape for you.

“If you don't want to keep workin’ over there, then would you be open to workin’ in a bar? I've got security, good music, decent folks in their right mind, and good food,” Smoke spoke, sincerity in his tone.

“Or would you work in a strip club? Bartendin’ if you want,” Stack chimed in, careful with his time.

Thankfully, you’ve already had a bartending license, and on-the-job training. You knew how everything occurred from start to finish.

How could you say no to good music, and good food? Decent folks in their right mind? Sold. Yet, bars, and strip clubs always attract weirdos. Smoke would be there 24/7, Stack would be there too.

“Honestly, I do need a new job, and I'm so fucking exhausted of my current one. My boss is such a bratty bitch,” You grumbled, rolling your eyes.

Humming lightly, your head snapped in the direction of Smoke. “I'll work in the bar then, Smokey Bear!” You exclaimed with a grin, batting your eyelashes at him.

Smoke’s lips curled into a big smile, lips still closed shut. His heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

“Good to hear,” Smoke whispered.

Stack snickered at the nickname you've called Smoke. His hand over his mouth. You laughed but stopped yourself immediately, you thought it was cute for Elijah. He offered an incredible bear hug, reminiscent of a bear…cautious, caring, and powerful.

“Smokey Bear? Y/n, you tellin’ me only this nigga can prevent wild fires?” Stack asked, still belting out hysterical laugh.

“The fuck you laughin’ for Stacky-wacky?” Smoke cooed, dragging along a snicker.

Stack’s lips tightened in a line, faintly twitching at the nickname from Smoke. Scoffed it off.

“The fuck that mean?” Stack asked rudely, squiting hard at his brother.

“You wack, Stack,” Smoke shot back, snickering faintly.

A laugh spilling out of your lips, as Stack cut his eyes at you, but your lips went into a tight line. “Ok, it was a little funny, Stack!” You chimed in, shrugging.

“Guys, I have to tell you something. So I had trouble sleeping a couple of nights ago,” You confessed, your eyes darting between the men.

Smoke’s brow arched, blinking twice. “Nightmares?”

Stack chimed in, his face softened. “Insomnia?”

You swallowed hard, clearing your thoart. “N-no. It was a sex dream about you, and Stack. I was between the two of you, and it felt real.”

“A sex dream?” Smoke & Stack say in unison, intrigued yet bewildered.

A rush of heat flooded your face, embarrassment couldn't creep in. You weren't feeling like that anymore, the release was needed. Rose from the couch, your eyes darting between the twins. Your face softened, with something unreadable.

“Yes, and honestly, I want it to come true for me and I should get y'all out of my system,” You drawled softly, your hand resting over the nape of your neck.

Smoke & Stack exchanged longing gazes, fighting off a slow bite of their lips. Their faces softening with love, something deeper was brimming inside of them. A war

“You should get us out of yo’ system, Y/n? You sure ‘bout that sweetheart?” Stack spoke up first, his voice dangerously gravelly, and raspy.

You blinked twice. “Yeah, why?”

You wouldn't be surprised if the women they fucked separately, or together the women wouldn't be able to get Elijah, or Elias out of their system, or forget about them.

Smoke & Stack rose their positions from the couch, their posture straightened, and still. The twins stepped forward, yet flanked you on either side of you simultaneously.

Smoke leaned in, his lips inches away from your ear. Heat sank in your body, breath hitching. Caught in your thoart. His gaze on you, possessive, and salacious.

“Once we fuck you. Y/n, you’re our girl. You know how we feel about you, baby?” Smoke drawled, his voice deepened with his accent. His warm minty breath tickles your skin.

“Ya'll know how Sage is,” You say, nervousness in your tone.

Stack’s head tilted slightly, glancing at you, as if he was ready to take you down. His finger slides under your chin and his thumb rests under your lips, forcing your gaze to his.

Heat spreads through your body as you meet his gaze softly, trying to hold it as if it could prevent yourself from melting.

Despite this, you involuntarily moaned, your pulse pounding loudly in your ears. Pointless. Your panties were already wet enough, even before any touch by either of them.

You liked this, you inhaled sharply. “Are y'all clean?

Smoke & Stack nodded in reassurance. “Yeah, we’re clean. We get checked every day, and wear condoms..”

You wanted to feel them instead, entirely. “T-that’s good. But can I feel y'all this time..”

“All you have to do is say it, and we'll fuck you how you want. Just like that lil dream of yours and I know. Even better than that dream, baby.” Smoke whispered in your ear, watching your shiver in front of them.

One twin in your ear, and the other twin in front of you.

It was the classic trope of a devil and angel on your shoulders, but this time there were two devils. One wore the blue hour, while the other was dressed in crimson red.

“You grown, ain't you? What’chu worryin’ ‘bout her for?” Stack asked, controlled, and inviting.

You leaned forward, arching your back instinctively. Your thighs clenched together, catching the eyes of both Stack and Smoke, whose lips curled into mischievous smiles in perfect unison.

“Just fuck me already,”

—————

You lie flat on your stomach, with your chin resting on your arms, folded. Naked, as your eyes flickered toward the twins who stood bare at the edge of your bed, their dicks were thick, deep brown, swinging near their thighs. The weight of their dicks was heavy. Yet you waited for them, desperately.

Damn. Now, you saw why.

“You can touch me..” You whispered, audible enough for the men to hear.

Smoke kneeled on the bed, sliding toward you with a small smirk of mischief, his movement, forward and dangerously deliberate. His palm pressed against your stomach, fingers splayed possessively. Gently pushing you down on the soft violet bedding, your legs spreading wide for him. Elijah wanted to taste you first, his tongue gliding over his lip.

“Fuckk,” Smoke groaned raspily, as he wrapped his lips around your clit, your mouth fell into a silent gasp once his tongue traced teasing, slow shapes over your clit. He was in sync with every tiny heartbeat, your hands shot out, fingers gripped the bedspread and the heels of your feet dug into the mattress. “Oh—-fuckk!!” you moaned again, and again.

Smoke’s hands slipped under your knees, gripped, and lifted, resting over his shoulders. Your voice spilling out in a plethora of loud choked moans, cuss words. “OhmyfuckingggGodddd!” you mewled, nails clawing at his back, almost drawing blood. Smoke growled raspily across your clit, and your lip poked out, whimpering softly. His tongue lowered to your brown folds, tongue kisses your folds deep as if they were your lips. “You sayin the wrong name..” Stack grunted lowly, lapping your cum in his mouth. Slurping, swallowing, as his lips opened, closed simultaneously.

Your body squirmed, shook, in his tight grip. Your hand over his head, Smoke swayed his head from side to side over your folds crazily, your back arching over the wet sheets. He made a mess of you, everywhere.

“Nah, baby, you pray to us,” Smoke rasped, the pad of his thumb flattened over clit. His fingers nudged your folds open, curling into your G-spot. “Elijahhh!” You lost your mind, begging him. Smoke added suction, the sounds of your pussy swallowing his fingers, and your moans brought a simmering anger in Stack. Finger fucking you like a madman. He could make you cum like that, twice as fast. “You get wetter when I do this?” he cooed, smirking devilishly. Your cum splattered all over his palm, creating a bigger pool. “Yesss!”

Stack stood there, arms crossed. Eyes rolled. Unfazed. He kneeled, and slid behind you, his gaze darting to you, and Smoke. His palm rested over his dick, closing his fist. Raspily groaned from his own touch, lifting his dick, in his hand. His hand mashed your face, yet you were unable to speak. “Open,” Stack admonishes, his moan spilled out, his head leaned over you, and your mouth parted wide. “That’s our girl..” he praised, before crashing his lips into yours, shoving his tongue in, as your tongue tangled with his, swallowing your feeble moans.

Your fucked yourself into Smoke’s fingers, your moans vibrating against Stack’s mouth. Stack broke the kiss, as he pushed his dick inside your mouth. You took him in as best you could, the weight of his dick was heavy, but your cheeks were hollowing around him. “Suck harder…” Stack hummed lowly, his eyes snapped shut and you did. Elicit raspy groans from the twins. The vibration from your mouth due to Smoke devouring you drove him insane. Jaw aching. “This mouth made for sucking dick..” You were already so sensitive, as you jerked away, his nose tickled your clit, Smoke didn't give you mercy. Are these men trying to kill you through pleasure? Yeah, they were.

Smoke’s hand & Stack’s hand reached out, fingers gently gripped at your titties, kissing each swell of your breasts. Stack teased your left nipple between his teeth, while Smoke copied him on the right, sharply rolling the areola between their canines, while Stack’s finger pinched your clit. “Pussy made for this..” Smoke says, sliding in one more finger. Your thighs clenched against Smoke’s temples. You whined loudly, “P-please—-Elijah!! Elias!!!” you moan muffled on his dick. Your hand stroked what you couldn't fit in your mouth. “Nah. Go on and suck..slut..” Stack grunted, groaned, and moaned against you, your cheeks hollowing.

He tapped the fat head of his dick against your uvula, spurting spit, beads of precum. Stack moaned lowly. You made muffled choking sounds entirely, your hand pumping him still. Stack moved your hand. “I said suck my dick..no strokin’ baby..” Stack teased. Such a bully.

Stack’s hand latched around your thoart, his palm felt your neck muscles clenching, and unclenching, the steadfast movement of his dick going in and out. “Lemme feel that mouth…” Stack tsking through a moan. Sweat clung to your bodies, half of your face covered by a halo of curls. “Mhmm!” Your body twisted, shaking. Meeting Stack’s lovesick gaze, radiating your lust for them. His dick jumping, twitching inside your mouth.

Smoke pushed Stack a few feet away, he almost thrashed into the headboard but his palm on the wall. Before he could cum for you, by your command. Stack fisting his own dick, grunting loudly. “Here’s a reward, baby..shit..” You poked your tongue, mouth parted wide. Stack’s tip spurted thick spurts of cum white, landing on your titties, stomach, in your mouth. You swallowed, moaned devilishly. “Gonna..cummm!” you cried hopelessly, your breathing grew frantic, still breathing through your nose.

Their mouths released your breasts, yet your hips shoving into Smoke’s fingers, almost knuckle deep. Twisting, and curling his fingers into a ‘come here’ motion. “Eli—pleaseee!” but your choked moans fell on deaf ears, he only wanted you to feel it. His fingers slid out teasingly, he grinned at you with a heated gaze. “I ain't done eatin’ baby,” His tongue darted endlessly, tongue fucking you like you were the last meal. “This lil pussy suckin me in.." Smoke teased, scissoring his fingers over your G-spot. You twitched, and opened with every flick and suck, constantly oozing white cum.

Abruptly, you released, drenching Smoke's face, on his tongue, gulping, devouring your pussy completely as if he could engulf it all in his mouth entirely, "Elijahhhhh!!" your body arched over the mattress, maintaining that. “Can't stop cummin’ sweetheart? Make a mess on me.." he teased, the pad of his thumb tracing the outer shape of your folds, squelching noises. Of course, you couldn't. He was the cause and effect of your climaxes. His tongue flickered across your tight asshole, gliding a wet stripe. “Aahhh! Ughh!” You cried helplessly, nails dug deep into his neck.

You shrieked uncontrollably, stifled groaning, your eyes rolled back, Elijah thought he glimpsed white, while you witnessed stars flickering behind your closed eyelids, vivid colors exploding, whispering his name, sanity slipping away, body quivering, your pussy still emitting white droplets of cum, squirting again. Your body collapsed, chest falling, and rising. “Like how you taste?” Elijah groaned, low, and mean.

Smoke leaned forward, his hand gripped your thoart. Crashing his lips into yours, your mouth parted wide for a dragged-out wild moan, as Smoke shoved his tongue in, tongue wrestling with yours, swapping spit, and your white cum. Before you swallowed, slurping his tongue clean. But Stack’s hand gripped the back of your neck, yanking you away. Stack tongue kissed you deeply, tasting you. “Taste better…real sweet..” Stack praised, his tongue glides across his lip.

The Moore twins ruined you, did more than ravish you. These men were walking catastrophes. You were theirs.

Stack leaned into the headboard, his back cradled by the pillows. His hands held onto your waist, hoisting you up straight. Resting his chin on your shoulder, as you straddle him. “Make a mess on me..” He whispered, his voice deepened. Your pussy slides back, and forth against his thigh. Head fell back, dragging a raspy moan.

Your essence trickles all over his thigh. “You somethin’ else..shit..” Stack groaned raspily, he watched you fucked yourself on his thigh in awe. “Elias..” His teeth sank into his lips, moaning quietly. His thumb circling your clit, pooling his finger with your essence. His digit traced a trail of your essence around your nipples, you shivered. “Fuckkk..need youuuu!”

Stack lifted you, angling his dick at your wet pussy, as he lowered you onto him, you gasped loudly for oxygen once his tip pushing past your swollen folds, fitting every inch in push by push. “All the way down on it..” Stack hissing through it, the curve of his dick hits a certain spot that made you cry helplessly in pleasure. “E—Elias!!! Elias!” His hand latched around your thoart once he was fully inside and forced you to face him, veins pulsating against your slick, soft walls. “I'm fittin’ you right in..” he says, voice raspy, and mean. Your fingers gripped the sheets, for dear life. “Ain’t you tryna get us out yo’ system? Just talkin’ plain ol’ shit..” he taunted once more, and he felt your walls grip him tight.

“Ride this dick..the right way.…” Stack admonishes, your walls clenched around him instantly, as if it were a muscle memory.

By his command, you bounced fast, and ruthlessly. “You like this?” You whispered, tongue trailing along his neck, biting him deep. His eyelids closed shut. Your ass clapped against him, fucking him back as he said yet he smacked your ass again, disapproving. “Harder..” he commands, you bounced harder than you could. Overstimulated. “I—Elias..” your voice desperate. He shook his head, his hands latched around your waist. Your hips rolling, feeling a new sensation, your body buzzing with warmth. “Not enough moanin…” He whispered softly.

Smoke’s fingers pinching your clit mercilessly, you panted, crying softly. Tears falling down your face, your lip poked out. The twins paid that no mind, you were adorable to them. Your essence dampened his fingers entirely, white over brown skin. Rubbing your cum around your ecret brown nipples, you shook uncontrollably. “Elijahhh…Eliass! Ahh!” and Smoke wrapped his mouth around your nipple, licking it clean, tasting you, and fingers twisting your nipple. He moaned in appreciation, sucking it roughly, he gave the left nipple the same treatment..sucking, pinching, playing with them.

Stack opted to push upward, violently. You moaned desperately. “Takin’ too long to ride..” Stack gritted. Smoke’s hands fondle your breasts in teasing circles, and Stack was fucking you like he was molding his dick size in your pussy. Sexually frustrated. Your thighs burned in exhaustion yet you kept going, as his pace sped up, his hips slamming violently. “And I'm doing the fuckin’ for yo’ lil ass..” Stack teased, eyes rolling back. The chokehold of your pussy around his dick made him work for it, drilling into you, grunting your name, beating his climax.

Smoke resumed to play with your boobs, and flicked your throbbing, bruised clit. “Is it that good? You screamin’ like you ain't had dick like this” Stack asks, his hand gripping your jaw, facing him. Smoke let out a loud, wet pop, biting your nipples. “So fuckin good! So good!” These men were fucking the life out of you. Your feral screams rippling from your thoart. Back arched. Pussy bruised. Swollen. Sweaty. Asscheeks covered in their handprints.

You were out fucked by them. “This pussy got magic in it…only takin’ what we give you..” Stack taunted raspily, his hand moved Smoke’s hand out of the way. His digits pinched your nipples. “We wanna hear you say it..” Stack grunted, yet you bounced and he let a groan. Heat pooling through your stomach, you grew tighter, tighter, wetter, desperate. He was still fucking you deep and fast, as if he hated you.

“Say it…” “Ahh—fuck! I'm yours! Y-you and Elijah!”

You panted out of breath, as Stack gave you long, deep thrusts, fucking you like a beast untamed. Bouncing on him grew useless, when he gave it to you, watching you squirm, cry like a deprived woman of pleasure. “And you gon’ know it every time we around, fuck what folks say..” Stack mumbled, meaning their sister as well. At this point, you didn't give a good goddamn if their sister found out or not. You were theirs, and theirs alone.

Knots in your stomach grew tighter, and tighter, threatening to unravel. Beckoning for a release, your voice, raspy, and low. You could barely scream, but there was still volume. “Ain’t done with’chu..” Stack was still fucking you unforgivingly, while Smoke played with your body, your hands shot out, and gripped Smoke’s shoulders. Stack’s hands slipped under your knees, and bounced you himself. “Ahh! Ahh! Elias!!! Elijah!! I’m gon—!” You begged them, yet those smirks across their faces knew you were close.

“Make a mess..”

You creamed, squirted everywhere all over Stack’s dick, leaving a huge mess on the sheets, while Stack drilled into you fast, fucking you through your climax, while he growled, grunted, and groaned in your ear. “I’m gon fuckin’ ruin you…”Smoke tongue kissed you messily, swapping spit. You moaned through each thrust, bouncing after every time Stack pushed his hips upward. “Already ruined that pussy…” Stack says, caught a pool of cum in his lap, nails marks on his brown skin. Your head fell back against his buff chest, first one to break the kiss. They already ruined you, turned you out, fucked you every which way, and fucked you loose.

Stack shoots his fat load of cum inside you, gritting his teeth, snapping his eyelids shut, seeing stars bursting. “Ahhh! Shittt!” Your mouth parted wide, but no sound came out. The impact of the climax, and rough fucking knocked the wind out of both of you. Stack pulled out fast, yet your mouth opened, as he came onto your tongue. You moaned devilishly, and swallowed quickly. Stack fell over the bed, and panting raspy, heaving, chest falling, and rising.

While you collapsed on the mattress, chest falling, and burned out, blinking away tears.

Smoke’s leaned in, facing you forward. His brows rose in concern, and his hand cradled your face. “One more round for me, baby?” Smoke cooed, his hand latched on your jaw.

You weakly nodded, giggling. He pulled in for a passionate kiss, deep, and slow. Now, it was Smoke’s turn.

His hands held on tight to your waist, flipped you on all fours before sliding his dick in fully. You moaned greedily, wildly as if you were a dying woman. Almost gut-wrenching but in immense pleasure. “Elijahhh!” With that, his hips rolling, deep and slow thrusts, dragging every stroke just to feel the constant twitch, grip of your pussy. “Ain’t enough?” Smoke rasped, gravelly grunting through his teeth, fucking you harder, shoving you across the mattress toward Stack. “I-it’s enough!!! Fuckk!!!” You shrieked, your hands thrashed into the mattress, softly thudding. Smoke’s palm slapped across your ass harshly, the sound echoed in the room and you moaned ferally.

You spoke some sort of gibberish in a slut like moan, softer. Your mouth drooling, eyes half lidded. Stack’s hand gripped your jaw, grinning down at you taunting like a bully. “Look at that face…” he says, in amusement. His thumb traced over your lips, your mouth parted wide, just after he shoved his thumb inside. “Thought you could handle all that..you can’t handle us..” Stack bullied, his smirk menacing. You whimpered patethically “Fuckk..” Your tongue twirled around his thumb, sucking it while your back was blown out by Smoke, he held you down by your waist to keep you still.

“Don’t give much lip when you take dick?” Smoke teased, his voice gravelly. Rutting against you, hitting a spot that Stack couldn't reach. You whimpered in response, and the brothers chuckled darkly. “Definitely don't…” Stack mumbled, a smirk etched on his face. All you could do was let out feral moans, cuss, or say their names in between, and take Smoke’s dick which you knew you could do. Your hair was a mess, mascara running down your face. A beautiful sight to them.

You clawed at Elijah's arm, yet he moved your hand out of the way, pushing his dick in deeper as if it couldn't fit. Your mouth fell open, jaw aching, body still buzzing in heat. You couldn't make noise anymore, lowly moaning. The Moore twins wore you out, until Smoke pulled out immediately.

You interjected, your voice came out in sharp bursts of air, raspy still. Your hand gripped his arm, pulling him back toward you. “N-nooo! Put it back in…” you whined loudly, your lip poked out but Elijah smacked your ass disapprovally.

Smoke turned you on your side, lifting your left leg, hooked tight under his buff arm just after sliding himself back inside, and, you immediately came just from Smoke enetering you alone. Embarrassing. Smoke didn't laugh, only his half hooded gaze down at you. Heat rising in his chest, pushing forward hard, yet slow, and long thrusts. "So fuckin’ greedy..” he says, as if he didn’t have enough your essence on his dick alone. Smoke was a dangerous one, he knew how to talk to a woman in the bedroom. Your head fell back against the pillows, moaning loudly again, clutching at his arm. “Elijahhhh..”

You didn’t want him to stop, but the pleasure he provided drove you to your limit. You felt lightheaded, your vision clouded with tears as your pussy clenching around Smoke’s dick repeatedly with loud, wet noises, the thick white ring around him expanding with each thrust. "You and this lil pussy gon' be the death of us.." Smoke gritted, biting back a rough moan.

He pumped into you unexpectedly, hitting G-spot made you scream crazier, your hans tightening around him in a vice-like grip, wetter than before, your back arching for him, his tip hitting a new spot that Stack couldn't, as the intensity increased to sweet torture yet relentless.

Stack's hand shot out, his fingers rubbed your clit in fast, teasing circles. Your hips undulating, bucking into his fingers while you took Smoke's dick, your eyes snapped shut, stars twinkling, virbant colors brusts. You sighed blissfully at the overstimulation from them, chasing the pleasure, trying to halt your climax. Stack's free hand reaching over, palming your breast, moaning at the pleasure he was giving you, you cried hopelessly. "Ahh! Ahh! E-Elias!!! Elijah!! Fuckk!" Your voice dragged out in soft pleas for more, but how much more could you take? It was driving you insane. Your climax closer than you expected.

"There you go, just cum already. You know you want it.." Stack cooed, taking his fingers from your mouth before biting his thumb. He smirked salaciously at you, and you already bottomed out, body still chasing the sweet relief of the release. “S-so…c-closee!! Ah shit! Right there!!” You wanted to. Desperately. You whined loudly for them, begging for them to keep up. Your jaw dropped, Stack crashed his lips into yours again, and swallowed your moans. You broke the kiss with a gasp for air, eyes shot out at the overwhelming sensation.

“Go on, and cum. You wrapped around my dick like this when you tryin’ so hard not to cum…” Smoke coaxed you on, fully enamored. That voice of his alone made you cum already, he knew what he was doing. His dick jumping, twitching inside you, your walls soft enough for him to slip, and slide easily. You whimpered for dear life, any source of something.

You screamed feral in hopeless pleasure rippling from your thoart, tears falling down your face, losing your voice again. Smoke watches as your pussy clings to him, gushing around his dick. He pumped into you until a guttural moan rippling from his thoart, just after spilling his thick load of cum inside you, fucking through your orgasm.

His hips slowed, halted instantly, pulling out, his cum trailing down your thighs. Smoke groans lowly as he watches. His eyes flickered toward you, his hand cradling your face, loving, careful, and you moan softly at his touch. Your body shaking, twitching. Passionately kissing your lips, peppered soft kisses along your neck, and suction on you collarbone, giving hickeys.

“You good over there, baby?” Stack asked in concern.

“Y-yeah. I just can't move…” You says raspily, chuckling softly.

Smoke & Stack rose up, while pulling up their sweatpants, Smoke lifted you in his arms, and carried you bridal style before he left Stack kissed your temple. “T-thanks, but we have to figure a way to tell your sister.” You says, voice almost nervous.

Stack waved it off. “She’ll be a’ight,” as if it wasn't a major issue.

Honestly, she would have to deal with it, somehow.

“You know she won't be. We fucked her friend.” Smoke chimed in, his voice controlled, and strict.

“Her friend fucked us back, remember? She’s our girl, man. This relationship is genuine.” Stack bragged with a shrug.

Smoke & Stack exchanged concerning looks, before nodding in agreement. “We'll be in the room wit’chu to tell her. Like Stack say, you’re our girl. We gon’ be right there.” Smoke says, his voice held an southren edge.

Smoke prepared a comforting bath for you to relax in while you cleaned up.

The twins swapped out the sheets for fresh ones and requested to use the other two bathrooms for showers, to which you granted permission.

Afterwards, the men took charge of cooking dinner as you moisturized your skin. You shared a meal with them, then readied yourself for sleep.

It was clear that the twins stayed over, a decision you made as you weren't ready for them to leave just yet.

All you had to do was prepare yourself for their baby sister.

—————-

[soft-persephone]

And if I said I was on Sage’s side?? I am one of this people who’s crazy about family. Don’t cross the boundaries!!!😖

All jokes aside I had fun reading!! So good❤️🫶🏾

[remanence-of-love]

[nikashonte2]

[introvertedbae]

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Sleepy cuddling that turns into needy, groggy groping that turns into rough, intense manhandling that turns into firm, unceremonious breeding

[vexheart]

until you learn the lesson

[ruhaniya]

[esotericsnob3]

True story

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[reginasphalanges]

Addams Family Values (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld