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Note from Nat: “Back to back fic drops! The drought has temporarily eased! We’re sticking to head-canons because I don’t want my drafts to fill up again.”
Warning(s): Sex Master Steve, Swearing, Smut, and Kinks. MDNI
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Knowing he just rocked your world, Steve is very insistent on taking care of you post-intercourse. He'll make sure you're all cleaned up and offer to take you out for food after. If you're at home then he'd start the shower, brush your hair, and lay out fresh clothes on the bed for you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Steve favorite part of your body has got to be your boobs. Besides you're beautiful face, those tits are the next thing calling his attention. This fact became known to you when he invited you over for a swim. Steve is convinced that there's something hypnotic about your tits, that's why he always finds himself resting his head on them or his mouth exploring them.
You love Steve’s hair. You’re mainly the only one he lets touch it and when you do, it’s usually you ride his face. But he also loves when you just run your fingers through his hair, he finds it relaxing.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Steve has a breeding kink so it shouldn't be a surprise that he enjoys leaving his seed inside you. He loves watching you lie on the bed tired, legs in the air, and your pussy dripping with his cum.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Steve's dirty secret is that he used to jerk off thinking about you even before formally introducing himself to you. He thinks you'll see him as a pervy weirdo if you found that out though.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
King Steve has had sex with other girls before he met you, so he's seasoned in the p in v field. But his kinks were something he truly explored when you guys started dating.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. He loves being able to look and touch every part of your body during sex.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Steve is silly and such a tease during sex. Quite the yapper.
"Someone's horny" he'd say as you pull down his jeans.
"You look so good with your legs spread for me."
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Girl its the 80s, almost everyone was rocking a bush down there - even Steve. He thinks it adds to his manliness.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Steve is one to talk you through it, even when you're on your third orgasm of the night. He'll make sure you feel oh so good and keep all his focus on you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Whenever either of you leave town for vacation with family, Steve has a couple (consensual) polaroids of you hidden in a box under the bed. Nothing compares to when he's dicking you down, but the photos get the job done.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink - he's really determined to make those 6 nuggets, Pregnancy kink, Dom(Steve)/Sub(You) Kink, Roleplay - especially when he got a job as a teacher at your old high school.
L = Location (favorite places to do the deed)
Bedroom, car, the pool, the shower, the dining table, and many other places. Steve gets real creative when he's in the mood.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Steve gets turned on when you're pissed off. On your end, you're annoyed even more because he's either laughing or just smirking. But he knows exactly what to do when you get worked up.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No to BDSM or any kind of stuff that would make you hurt rather than make you feel good.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He LOVES going down on you, pumping two finger and suckling on your cunt like its water.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Steve in a sensual guy who likes to take it slow and enjoy your body. But gradually it picks up when you're both about to cum.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t necessarily like them but could make do if the situation calls for it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As long as it isn't harmful or weird or in his terms "not too nerdy".
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go multiple rounds without cease, once he starts - it's difficult to get him to stop.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, because Steve is well equipped to get the job done.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Verbally teases you a lot. He also enjoys watching you whine for his fingers or his cock after pulling out for a second. All just to ram it back in.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Low moans and groans that turn you on even more.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
You paid Steve a visit at work one time after hours at the school. Let's just say you pulled a Monica Lewinsky under his desk and he loved every second of it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
It was confirmed in Season 5 that he's well hung. You were mildly shocked the first time you saw the outline of his length in his boxers.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High and you just gotta keep up.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After he's succesfully completed all the steps of aftercare, you both are lights out.
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Warning(s): Steve Harrington aka Biggest Dick Wielder in Hawkins, Indiana. Light smut. Swearing. MDNI
- Steve has a breeding kink. You have 3 kids after only 5 years of marriage. Good thing he has great babysitters like Robin and Dustin to help him stay on track towards reaching his target: 6 little nuggets.
“We’d be lucky to have twins this time around so I can really see how big that tummy of yours gets carrying our kids,” Steve whispers like a little kid telling Santa what they want for Christmas.
“You look so sexy waddling around with a big ole’ belly,” “just showing off to everyone how good you are at taking me sweetheart.”
- Steve enjoys watching you do even the most mundane tasks in a sundress. Something about how the fabric falls loosely on your swollen belly and your huge tits makes his dick throb.
- As each kiddo was added to the Harrington family tree, your husband couldn’t not want to keep making more with you.
After all Steve was someone who wanted to be a husband and a father, not some dude just wanting a wife and kids.
- He found pride in making you needier for him than usual during pregnancy. No heavy lifting, being carried up the stairs at times, and tending to your every need.
“Stevie can you grab that?” “Baby please rub my back?” “Daddy really needs to get some groceries for the house. Mommy would but she’s exhausted.’”
- Oh yeah and you guys would give your babies nicknames based on your cravings before even deciding on their birth names.
So far you came up with; “Mac” for boxed macaroni and cheese, “Cookie” because of the chocolate chip cookies sold fresh from the bakery, and “Pickle” because you loved the sourness paired with a sandwich.
- It was already established early on in your relationship that Steve is in fact a problem solver, a romantic, sex connoisseur, and many other great qualities. But your attention to these qualities heightened during each pregnancy.
“My wife needs Vlasic Kosher pickles, you get me?” He would bully the poor workers at the store for the specific brand you like. “I don’t give a damn if you have to open a whole crate of em’-MY WIFE IS MAKING A LIFE RIGHT NOW!”
Though it could be seen as a tight fisted, type a shopper fighting with employees-you didn’t think anything sexier could’ve unraveled before your eyes. Steve was fighting tooth and nail for his woman, ensuring top of the line princess treatment.
- The way your horniness could almost top Steve’s.
The first time you and Steve decided to get it on during your second trimester, Mr. Big Dick Harrington was a little apprehensive.
“Sweetheart, I’m just worried that I might hurt you,” he would say with a soft smile, denying the evident tent in his pants.
“Are you really about to say no to a pregnant lady?” You questioned with a brow raised. “Just come over here and let me ride,” you huffed, taking off your dress in one swift move.
- Steve would be so turned on but also a bit scared by your intense energy in the bedroom while pregnant. His words of encouragement make for your orgasms to be all the more intense.
“Look at you sweetheart, just using my dick to get off?” “You’ve been craving this cock all day haven’t you?”
Ikairs x Avenger!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Note from Nat: “hi the long awaited pt 3 is here!”
Warning ⚠️: semi-proofread.
[PART 1]-[PART 2] [PART 3]
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!
“Back so soon,” Druig smirked, Ikaris walking towards the group. “I take it that they didn’t like you one bit,” he assumes as he knocked shoulders with him.
“You’ll get 'em next time boss!” Kingo assures before turning to everyone else. “What’s up with him?” He questioned.
“Clearly, he didn’t make the cut to be an avenger,” Sersi explains, “But I’m sure he’ll get over it,”
But it wasn’t that simple. After meeting you, he could care less about leading earth’s mightiest heroes. You were the first human in centuries that he’s taken a liking to. So he moped around the domo for days without saying a word to anyone. Constantly staring off into the distance, occupied by his thoughts.
“Ikaris,” Phastos chuckled nervously, clasping his hands together.
At the call of his name, he turned to face his fellow eternal. Looking at him as if to say “What do you want?”
“Wanna talk about it?” Phastos asked, “I’ve been through a breakup or two so maybe it’ll be anything close to being rejected by the avengers?” he shrugs, Ikaris now pushing himself up into an upright position.
“I wasn’t just rejected by the avengers,” he corrected, “I was rejected by-Holy Arishem, will she take me back or-”
“Okay, too much information. Sprite!” Phastos hollered and the lounge-like facade turned into a nice dining room.
“Who’s the unfortunate lady?” Makkari signed as the rest of Eternals came flooding into the room, taking their seats with Ikaris at the head of it.
“Was it Captain Marvel?” Sprite chirped.
“Wanda Maximoff?” Thena questioned.
“Y/n L/n,” Ikaris answers, everyone gasped and whispered amongst themselves before looking back to him.
“I thought she was with that big metal arm guy,” Kingo wonders.
“Anakin Skywalker?” Druig asks sarcastically.
“No,” Kingo replied bitterly, “I know the difference between fiction and non-fiction now,” he adds matter-of-factly.
“Captain Barnes?” Sprite asks rhetorically, “I always thought he and Y/n were together,” she shrugs.
“Why do you all think that? How’d you even know?” Ikaris questions, truly lost.
“We were only told not to interfere, not that we couldn’t watch,” Sersi reminds.
“Ah, the actual reality TV show that might beat The Kardashians,” Kingo sighs, “Of course, mine already in the lead. Speaking of which, have you guys seen-”
“Keeping up with Kingo?” the whole table recited.
“Yes and I’m waiting for my payment. We have a contract for every time I’m on screen,” Druig reminds.
“You’re getting paid?” questioned Phastos as Kingo began avoiding everyone’s stares.
“Okay, I think we’re getting a little off-topic, “ Sersi says before turning her attention back to Ikaris. “Tell us more,”
“Well, it started when that metal-armed twat...”
He proceeds to tell his side of the story and by the end of it, everyone agreed that you deserve to give him a second chance.
“So,” Sprite began, tapping her fingers against the table. “What’s the plan?”
Ikaris wasn’t the only one that felt like he hit rock bottom...
Bucky was helping Sam patch up the boat but his mind would drift to you. Sam would try his best to keep him occupied with more tasks but it didn’t seem to work.
“You do okay over there?” he queries from the bow of the ship, currently drilling nails into the sides to make it more sturdy.
“Huh?” Bucky replies, snapping out of his thoughts. “M’yeah I’m good,” he nods before continuing to sand down the wood a bit.
“Look if you’re so hung up on Y/n then why don’t you go talk to her again?” Sam suggests as he continued working.
“It didn’t work last time since Mr. Eternal was there and she kicked us both out,” Bucky reminds, cringing at what of a try-hard he must’ve been.
“Well I bet he isn’t there now,” Sam noted absent-mindedly before noticing how Bucky’s posture straightened.
“You’re right,” he nods as he wiped his rid his hands of dust. “Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” he wonder aloud.
“Woah-Woah! That didn’t mean you could just walk off without finishing your side,” he says as his fellow avenger made way for the dock. “Give her a few days and finish sanding,” he chuckles.
“Fine,” Bucky grumbled before returning to work.
But you on the other hand...
“POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME!” you shouted from the top of your lungs as slid around your apartment, brush mic in hand.
“OOH IN THE NAME OF LOVE!” Thor hollered from the other end of the call.
You thankfully slipped back into a routine that mainly consisted of weekly calls to everyone. Today, thankfully, the guardians and Thor weren’t too many light-years away so they were able to ring you up for the first time in almost two months.
“I do cherish these times Lady Y/n,” the God of thunder assures before tossing another beer to the side.
“Aye! Do ya mind? I’m tryna work here!” Rocket says out of view.
“Apologies, tiny rabbit,” Thor burped and looked back to you. “How have you been holding up being earth-bound?” he asks.
“Just because I said no to going to space with you guys doesn’t mean I’m can’t go whenever I please,” you remind.
“You told me it was because you didn’t want to leave that guy with the nice shiny arm?” Rocket remarks. “What was his name? Bonky?” he questions.
“Bucky,” you clarify with a small smile. “I did want to stay because I thought he'd finally make a move, but things got a little complicated when I took in a roommate for a bit." you admitted, bottom lip stuck between your teeth from the flashbacks.
"Who is this roommate you speak? Why haven't I been formally introduced to this mortal?" Thor questioned, his voice booming.
"Well he didn't pay rent of anything but like he showed up one day and stuck around for a while." you shrugged to which you hear on-off screen huff on the other end of the call.
"Let me guess-both of them end up likin' you but you like both of 'em," Rocket wondered as he came into view in front of Thor who was cracking open another bottle.
"I-" you began but the raccoon continued.
"So they both meet. Butt heads. You can't make up your mind so you push them both away but end up missin' both of them." Rocket said, rather sounding more like fact than an assumption.
"How did you even-" you responded baffled.
"I wasn't kidnapped and thrown into a lab just to come out stupid." He shrugged before walking off again, leaving a somewhat confused Thor behind.
The God squinted his eyes as if to grasp the concept in one try. But ultimately, he figured he understood enough to say, "Jane and I had an issue like that with a rather ordinary mortal. I ultimately got her back. Perhaps it's my Godly physic." he stated proudly with his hair tossed behind his shoulder.
"Or maybe it's because you guys have already been through so much together and it wouldn't make sense to pick someone who you didn't share more interests with or truly love?" you questioned, your mind calling back to the lengthy catch up you had with the researcher-scientist guru.
"If that is what my Lady believes then I must know it is true," Thor nodded. Jeez, if only guys on Earth were this easy-going.
You stood still pondering on whether you were more worried about choosing the safe choice or the not-so-certain one. With Bucky, you guys go way back, not 1940s back you both were on the run and spent so many years being something more than friends but less than boyfriend and girlfriend. However, Ikaris was someone new who you just instantly clicked with for just knowing each other for a little while.
"It seems you are in a thought-provoking trance Lady Y/n," Thor observed, pulling you from your thoughts. "I say you make a choice before either of them is no longer waiting for an answer!" he determines which helped you more than he realized.
"You are so right Thor," you sighed, looking at your dear friend. "Thank you." you say sincerely.
"The fate of your love life depends soley on this decision my good friend! May you choose the best fit for making children and has God-like muscles to save you from harm!" Thor declares with a proud smile before hanging up.
It's time to come to a decision... But the time on the clock was lessening drastically and you didn't realize it soon enough.
Ikaris flew straight towards your apartment. Bucky sped down the highway with just as much determination. You sat on the couch weighing the pros and cons but ultimately was left with a blank mind.
Bucky approached your door just as Ikaris landing on the fire escape. The both of them knocked almost in sync. You head whipped around to look at both directions the sound came from.
You saw Ikaris standing at the window and hurriedly went to open it. But more knocks came from the front door, so you quickly swung it open.
"What are you both doing here?" you said, almost speechless at the site.
"Please, make a choice doll." Bucky asked with frustration in his for Ikaris.
"Not just for us but for yourself. What you want matters," Ikaris assures as they locked eyes for a second, sharing common ground in caring about you.
You thought about how Bucky was part of your past, someone who you shared so much history with. Sharing the same friends and gone through many changes in the years that passed. But Ikaris felt like a fresh start, someone you could leave all the bad stuff and trauma at the door for and be a completely new person with.
It was the beginning of your sophomore year at UPenn, meaning another school year away from your boyfriend. But it was like any other day and you thought Steven's day at Princeton would follow its same busy routine as well. So, you had already gotten cozy under the covers, writing out one last text to Steven before inevitably doom scrolling.
Steven let out a mischievous chuckle as his eyes glanced over at the “Gn baby, I love you” text on his lock screen. Your boyfriend had finally made the hour-long trek from Princeton to UPenn. He was more than sure to earn the Boyfriend of the Year Award tonight.
He was already parked right outside your housing building on campus. Steven made sure to sneak in once the RA room checks were completed. So he cautiously and quickly climbed a flight of stairs to the second floor, instantly greeted by your decked out dorm room's door.
He knocked on the door, making sure not to mess with the party streamers hung on it. At first there was no answer, so he knocked on the door again.
"Who is it?" you called out from your twin bed, eyes glancing past your phone screen for a moment.
"Special Delivery!" Steven answered back.
You let out a surprised gasp at the sound of Steven’s voice, your legs practically zooming across the room. They came to a halt right in front of your door before you swung open the door.
“Hey babygirl,” Your boyfriend greeted, a bouquet in hand and a warm smile on his lips. “I’ve missed you,” he sighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“What are you doing here?” You questioned, however not waiting for an answer-immediately landing countless kisses on Steven’s face.
"Just wanted to come by and check out UPenn," he muttered, in a means to sound nonchalant.
"Oh whatever," you swatted his arm playfully.
"Of course I came to see my favorite girl," Steven said in a duh tone, rubbing his arm.
You blushed as he presented you with a bouquet adorned with roses and baby's breath. Excited, you placed it in an empty mason jar and made the mental note to fill it with water later.
"How did you even get on campus past curfew?" you wondered aloud, turning to face your boyfriend again.
"Got lucky, I guess." Steven shrugged as he motioned you to come closer.
“Well, your car might get towed,” you warned, taking a glimpse out your window before closing the distance between the two of you.
"Don't worry baby, I'm here to see you," he reminded, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss.
“TMI Y/n,” a voice groaned from the door frame. Your roommate blinked at the two of you uninterestedly before trudging in tiredly towards her side of the room.
You face grows a shade of pink out of embarrassment as you tucked your head against your boyfriend's chest, Steven's hand rubbing back of his neck awkwardly.
“Sorry about that, we’ll take this outside” Steven grins cheekily, taking you by the hand.
The two of you shuffle out of the room quietly, closing the door behind you on your way out. You both giggle like little kids once it was just the two of you again.
He led you outside to his car, opening the door like a gentleman. Both of you sliding into the front seats and looking around to see if campus security saw you.
"I can't believe you drove all the way out to come see me," you pouted, your heart swelling inside your chest.
"How could I?" Steven replied as he took your face into the palm of his hand. "I couldn't wait til Thanksgiving. That's for sure," he admitted at which your brow rose at his comment.
"Wait for what?" You asked curiously as his lips inched closer and closer to yours'.
"For this," he breathed in almost like a whisper before pressing your lips together.
The pattern started out with deep and long kisses, your body slowly slithering around Steven's. He reached out for you and hungrily gripped your thigh.
But before proceeding, he pulled away and looked into your eyes, "Are you sure baby?" he muttered as his eyes somehow softened from the lustful intense gaze you were under.
"M'Yes," you practically drooled, your eyes on his lips as they spoke.
"Look at me," Steven instructed and used his finger to guide your chin up, your eyes meeting his. "Tell me baby," he said.
"Yes, I'm sure," you voiced clearly as if there wasn't already a waterfall gushing between your thighs.
Steven sucked inhaled sharply through his gritted teeth, as if to hold any bit of composure he had left in himself. You were melting into his touch but your eyes held something more sensual.
The way your legs shifted together for some friction. You’re bottom lip sealed between your teeth while you simply batted your lashes. Everything you did made Steven mind wander into the x-rated area. Maybe he was the one melting and simply didn’t realize it.
“We don’t have to-if you’re just doing t-that cause I want to,” Steven stuttered boyishly, suddenly flustered by your mere existence.
You smiled at his shyness and allowed your arms to drop into his lap, atop the tent pitched in his pants. Steven's adam's apple bobbed slightly at your touch.
"There's nothing I'm more sure of than you taking off my clothes Steven," you assured, your palm rubbing his clothed tip in a circular motion.
"I want that too baby,' your boyfriend says all breathy-like, nodding slowly. Your smile grows as you lean back into your seat and raise your arms.
"What're you waiting for then?" you ask, cocking your head to the side.
Steven reaches his hands under your sweatshirt, revealing the fact that you had long discarded your bra after getting ready for bed earlier. He cups both breasts, receiving a moan that pushed through your slightly parted lips.
Swiftly, he lifts your top and exposes your chest to the chilly fall air. He smirks as your nipples harden, and both his thumbs rub your areolas.
Steven's favorite thing about undressing you is taking his time painting your breasts with his tongue. He’d lick them up, down, left, right just to hear every little noise you’d make.
You could’ve sworn that his tongue work alone could make you cum. Steven held you in place as you squirmed due to the utter pleasure you were experiencing. Slowly, his hands drifted to the waistline of your pajama shorts and tugged on the string that was loosely tied…
Summary: Clara and Stack meet once more in town. And over the next couple of days, they get to knowing each other quite well. Smoke thinks it's a bad idea to mix pleasure and business.
“Hey there sunshine,” Stack called out coolly from down the aisle adjacent.
He watched as your head was practically on a swivel, looking for whose voice his belonged to. Once your eyes landed on him, Stack’s hand rose and waved, each finger bowed one at a time in a fluid motion.
A fluttering feeling set into your stomach, finally seeing the man that was in charge of your thoughts for the past couple of days.
“Hiya stranger,” you beamed, shopping basket in the crook of your arm as you made your way over to him.
He took a mental note of the way you tucked your hair behind your ear nervously and how your lushes fluttered like a deer. Not to mention the wrist length lace gloves that matched your flower topknot hat. You seemed so dignified and lady like.
“Correct me if I’m mistaken miss but we’ve met before, haven’t we?” Stack asked smiling.
“Not officially but my father and I crossed paths with you when we was at the cafe a couple days back,” you recalled.
“Hm, cause how could I forget a pretty face like yours?” Stack wondered aloud, making a pink hue rise to your cheeks.
“Now you’re doin too much..Mister..?” Your voice trailed off as your head tilted sideways in curiosity.
“Elias Moore, and you is?” he replied.
"Clara Cooper," you introduced. "My daddy owns Cooper Mercantile Bank," you explained, not knowing that there was money signs blinked in Stack's mind at this information.
"Aah, he had a nice suit on, I figured he was a man of serious business"
"Nah, he's a big ole' teddy bear if you eva' meet him" you assured with a smile. "Say what brings you to Clarksdale?"
"Me and my brother got ourselves our own business venture," he explains "We from here but came back to upon up a juke join for folks."
"Aye Stack," Bo Chow whistles, pulling Elias's attention away from you. "I got them crates ready for ya now,"
"'Precciate' you, I'ma be over there in a second," "It was a pleasure putting a name to that sweet face, sunshine," Elias pressed his lips to the back of your softly, his facial hair grazing your skin.
He was just close enough for you to get a whiff of his bourbon scent. And you were just a close a distance for him to be reacquainted with your jasmine perfume.
"Pleasure was all mine Elias," you voice smooth as butter, the sound of his name rolling of your tongue felt like a tease.
As you turned yourself back towards the shelves, you heard him call out to you one more time. And with a smile, you twirled back around.
“You should come tonight,” Elias offered, “Say you is there for Stack, aight?”
“Maybe I will,” you say bashfully, tucking your chin to your shoulder before watching him and Bo get the truck ready.
Let’s just say Clara Cooper had a bit of pep in her step during her afternoon stroll back home.
Excitedly, you sat tall on chair across from your vanity. With your hair nearly pinned into curlers and carefully applying your lipstick, your lips made a popping sound to spread the color evenly.
“Honey pie,” Mama said sweetly as she leaned against the bedroom door frame. “Where you plan on goin’ lookin’ all pretty like?” she asked curiously.
“I wanna catch a talkie, one of em’ new ones,” you lied, the rest of your face catching up with the rosey pigment on your cheeks.
“You going with anyone?” Mama asked with a hint of worry in her voice.
“I don’t mind goin’ on my own,” you shrugged as you began removing the curlers from your hair.
Mamas' pointer finger tapped rhythmically against her chin until her eyes lit up with an idea. “Why don’t you take Joyce with you?” she suggested with a smile.
Your brows furrowed at this but ultimately you decided it would be best for your older sister to add to your alibi.
With a chirpy nod, you spun around to look at your mother with your unbrushed curls. The corners of your red lips curving into a somewhat passable and totally not mischievous smile.
“Now I don’t mind that idea one bit,” you beamed, allowing whatever worries Mama had in mind be washed away.
Now the next challenge was to convince Joyce not to laze around the rest of the evening. You found your older sister snuggled up in the nook where Mama stores all the books in the house.
Joyce’s eyes did not even glance up from the book in her hand as you approached. So, you cleared you throat loudly for her to take notice.
“Yes sister?” She asked, voice sounding uninterested already.
“I wanna go to the Moores’ juke joint,” you whispered, your eyes looking around for your parents cautiously. “And I need you to come with me,” you added.
Your sister’s eyes yanked from the words on the page and stared into yours in bewilderment. A small huff left Joyce’s chest at your words.
“Now why would I do that?” Joyce scoffed until her brows raised with realization. “It’s to see that man you keep telling us about huh?” She smirked.
“And if it is?” You retorted trying to be nonchalant. “I know Mama and Daddy wouldn’t let me go so I said I’d be watching a film!” you whisper shouted excitedly.
“Liar liar,” Joyce tutted as she waved her finger in the air. “But I suppose I got time to chaperone your little date Clara,” she shrugged, shutting her book and placing it beside her.
“You is a blessin’ Joyce!” You squealed, arms wrapped around your older sister.
“Alright alright, lemme get freshened up first,” she laughed at your giddiness.
Not long after sundown, You and Joyce arrived at Club Juke by foot. Only then did you feel your heart begin to race with excitement and nervousness settled into your bones.
The pair of you were greeted by a big man with a straw hat on. He stood up from his seat, his full stature towering over you and Joyce.
“Hi there!” You waved, “We's here to see Stack Moore,” you explained, the big man turned and looked into open doorway.
“Hey Stack, some folks here for ya!” He hollared into the crowd.
Elias turned his attention away from his little cousin - Sammy and excused himself from their drunken conversation. Placing his beer bottle down at a nearby tabletop, Elias waltzed over to the front entrance of the mill.
Even in the pearl moon light, your eyes shined like the morning sun. Blinking slowly, he outstretched his hands to your sister first. To which Joyce extended her palm as well.
"I presume ya'll are sisters?" Stacked asked, shaking Joyce's hand before gently letting it drop back at her side.
"Indeed we are," Joyce nodded, linking her arm with yours proudly. "And you must be the man my sister chit chatters all day and night about," she teased as you pursed your lips bashfully.
"Twenty-four seven," Stack replied with a sly smile at the newfound information. "Happy to see you made it Sunshine," he said, pressing a quick kiss the back of your hand.
"Elias, I really hope you don't mind I brought Joyce here along," you say and he just shake his head as if you were talking all crazy-like.
"The more the merrier," he assures as he turns to the big man guarding the door. "These ladies s' with me Cornbread," he instructs.
"Welcome to Club Juke," Cornbread greets, tilting his hat to the two of you kindly.
The three of you made your way through the crowd and towards where the stage was, a band performed countless country blue hits. Joyce remained cemented against one of the support beams with her fan keeping the hot summer air out of her face.
Stack's eyes enjoyed watching as you took in the atmosphere. The warm air from all the bodies dancing around, the smell of alcohol and tobacco, and the music just engulfing your senses.
"I'm glad you came tonight," Stack says loud enough to be heard above the music but intimate enough for you only to hear.
You smiled as you breathed in deeply, hands moving fluidly through the air. This wasn't the first juke joint you've been to, but it surely wasn't about to be your last time at Club Juke.
"It would'a been rude for me to decline your invitation," you replied before Elias stepped a bit closer almost enough for you to feel his breath bounce off your skin.
Wordlessly, and almost like second nature, your bodies wrapped around each other. Your hands finding the back of his neck with his arms secured themselves around your waist.
Elias however felt something burning at the back of his head. His head turned to see Elijah at the second glaring at him intently. The elder Moore brother, in that moment, could only express his disappointment with a puff a smoke releasing from his cigar.
Before you could catch on, Stack turned his head back around and gazed deeply into your soft, innocent eyes. You soft lips gave him a smile that he would never forget for a hundred years. His chest brushed against yours as you both moved with the music.
In all truth, nothing could prepare Stack for a girl like you. The two of you looked like you were from different worlds on opposite ends of the universe.
Elijah's worn and scarred hands against Clara's floral linen dress. His toasty liquor breath rivaled your soft perfume. Your rose barrette and the gun resting on his hip.
Nothing about it looked close to right but the feeling in your chests begged to differ.
Over the succeeding days, You and Stack made a point to continue meeting. With the discussions and interactions nothing past flirtatious but the feeling inside continued to simmer. Just like a kettle inching towards its boiling point.
On this specific Saturday, you found yourselves at the end of one of the countless docks built on the tails of the bayou neighboring your house. Deep enough through the trees to not be easily spotted but clear enough to allow the sunlight to kiss your skin.
With shoes off, your legs swung off the end of the dock while Elias's head rested in your lap with his hat shielding his face from the sun.
"It sure is nice out today," you sighed contently, interrupting the buzzing bugs and the croaks of frogs resting on the water's edge.
"Good thang I'm spendin' it with you Sunshine," Stack mumbled which brought heat to your cheeks.
You observed how relaxed Elias was as he laid on top of your lap. His jacket was discarded and must've been somewhere else on the dock at this point. His white shirt unbuttoned down enough to allow the breeze to pass through. Which was also enough for your mind to wander just a tad bit.
Elias removed his hat from his face and placed it on his chest, making you wonder if he was reading your thoughts. You took in a breath hurriedly like a child being caught with licorice past bedtime.
"Look all you want," Elias chuckled when he noticed your wandering eyes. "I sure am enjoyin' the view." he licked his lips while his eyes flickered to your clothed breasts which slightly obstructed your face from where he laid.
You gasped and playfully swatted at his face with your palm. Overtaken by his boldness. Stack could only to continue to snicker as you turned away from him to regain your composure.
"Elias Moore!" You scolded like a grade schoolteacher. "Unbelievable." you shook your head with a laugh that came from the deepest part of your chest.
As you were lost in laughter, Elias searched lazily for his pocket watch to figure out the time. Upon reading the time, he shot up like a bullet and began collecting his belongings.
"Smoke is gon' have ma ass," he grumbled and he shoved his jacket on and began buttoning his shirt.
"What time is it?" you sighed as you rose to your feet, slipping on your shoes at a much more relaxed pace.
"Time fo' me to get all the catfish and grease. Gotta pick it up from the Chows' before closin' time." Stack rambled all too quick.
You smoothened out the pleats of your skirt then your hands moved to assess how your curls held up. Stack shuffled his shoes on in half the time and placed his maroon bowler hat back on his head.
"See ya later Sunshine," Stack grinned as he closed the distance between the two of you, the wood creaking with every step.
"Bye bye Stack," your voice once again smooth like the soft lapping water underneath your feet.
Stack seemed to hesitate for a moment as his name rolled of your tongue. And with one smooth move, he pulled you in by the waist. His strong hands finding their place at the small of your back. Your hands resting on his quite muscular chest.
The moment that played over and over in your mind was now happening right before your eyes. Elias took notice of how your breathing hitched the closer his face inched towards yours.
"E-elias..." you stuttered, not sure what else to say in that moment.
"Say the word n' I won't," Stack muttered quietly as he pulled away slightly. Your eyes batted slowly into his longing gaze.
Not even a sentence crossed your mind, let alone words to tell him to stop. But the silence killed Stack.
"Clara please," he yearned both scared for you to shoot him down and just wanting you to shut him up and kiss him.
He wondered if you were just as scared as him. Scared that love was just within his reach. It all seemed too easy to Stack, someone who had spent his entire life calculating every decision. Your heels left the ground as you put more weight on your toes, pulling Elias out of his thoughts and his lips down to meet yours.
Your first kiss was soft. And it felt like hours passed before pulling away for a mere moment. But just as you pulled away, Stack didn't know he needed you more than his lungs needed air-till he found himself reeling your back in for more.
END OF PART 2. STAY TUNED FOR PART 3.
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Note from Nat: "After a nice long summer break, I'm back!" Part 2
Warning(s): Swearing, Semi-Proofread
Summary: "Clara, the daughter of a wealthy banker tangos with a smooth talking, pretty face, hustler - Elias Moore. Against her parents' wishes, she chooses to take the route of befriending the businessman."
The bells tied to the cafe door rang, notifying everyone in the cafe that another patron was strolling in, perhaps searching for a hot cup of tea or coffee. Your ears perked up at this and turned to look, whatever your father was rambling on about becoming a distant memory.
A pair of identical brothers strolled in, one with a stern look most evident on his brow and the other sporting a more relaxed look with a soft curve to the corners of his lips. You watched as they approached the counter and took a glance at the menu and the pastries in the display.
“Clara Honey,” Daddy coughed, pulling you out of your observation.
“Yes Daddy?” You asked with a smile, doing your best to reset your attention on him.
“You still wantin’ that dress?” He asked, “I got the seamstress comin’ to the house to get you and your sisters fitted- y'know with the days gettin’ hotter and what not,” he explained as his eyes glanced outside to look at the sun.
Daddy’s girl was the most mundane way to put things. In your father’s eyes, you and your sisters-his baby girls were his world. There was no short cuts or anything, he always proved to deliver when it came to taking care of his family.
Growing up, times weren’t always this easy and giving. But your father struck gold when he opened a bank in the Delta and offered financial assistance to those who needed it. And after his business really took off, he knew that y’all would be set for life.
“Really?” You gasped, already up from your chair-tall like a flower in full bloom. “Thank you so much daddy,” you squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, earning a chuckle from the bellows of his large belly.
“Anything for you sugar plum,” Your father beamed, patting your shoulder gently. “Now we ought to get goin’ n' head to the shop and buy some peaches for ya mama,” he instructed as he stood up from his seat.
You simply hummed as your retrieved your purse from the table and turned to make way to the cafe doors, only to be greeted by the same set of twins. A wave of shyness overcame you as the one with the relaxed posture tipped his red rimmed hat to you.
“Mornin’,” he grinned, the kind of smile that could make a woman weak in the knees and your just about gave out.
“Woah there sugar,” your dad laughed obliviously, securing your arm in the crook of his “Gentlemen,” he nodded politely to the twins, guiding the two of you out.
A shaky sigh left your lips as your tried to regain your composure. In your mind, you were sure that you never in your life had met a man so handsome. Goosebumps could be seen dancing on your skin just pondering on his pretty smile.
Your sisters took initiative to tease you about it as soon as you arrived home. And as a close-knit band of sisters do, you stayed up giggling about it all night.
“Oh he was so charmin’” you sighed dreamily about the nameless man who wandered into your every thought.
“I’d like to meet this boy,” your younger sister-Helen chirped, legs dangling off the bed.
“According to Clara, he ain’t no boy,” your older sister corrected. “He’s a whole man and then sum’,” Joyce joked from her spot on the floor while you had your chin resting in your hands from the comfort of your bed.
"I didn't even get a name, no nothin'," you said in a sad tone.
"Maybe daddy knows em'?" Helen suggested as she nudged you lightly at her idea. "Wouldn't hurt to ask right?"
"Now that thought ain't half bad," you admitted, tapping your pointer finger on your chin. "I'll go ask him now," you say matter-of-factly and began getting out of bed.
"Clara, it's real late and mama and daddy might already've gone to bed," Joyce pointed out almost as if to warn you.
"I'm sure they won't mind," you said, dismissing your older sister's worries and heading out of your shared room.
Your hand flipped up one of the light switches in the hall as you made your way to the biggest room a couple strides away from your's. Excitedly, you knocked your first on their bedroom door.
"Mama? Daddy? It's Clara!" you said before hearing a tired groan from behind the door.
Upon you swinging the door open, your parents sat up and squinted in your the direction, the hallway light framing your figure. Mama reached for her glasses as daddy went to light the candle on his nightstand.
"Sugar plum, that you?" Daddy muttered sleepily as you scurried over and sat at the foot of their bed. "What's got you up at this hour?"
"Daddy so remember when we went out for some pastries and we was about to leave and those two brothers came in lookin' for a bite?" you rambled excitedly with parents trying to catch up. "Well I thought the young man that greeted us was real good lookin' and wanted to know if you knew him?" you asked breathlessly, shoulders rising and falling at the pace of your short breaths.
"Well I can't say I ain't seen them before but uh-" Your father's voice trailed off as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, "Those two have gotten into some not-so-reputable business" he explains.
"Like what?" you asked, glancing in between both your parents worriedly. "Surely not anything too bad?" you hoped aloud.
"Them Moore brothers been in some dealings with them gangs in Chicago I heard," Daddy said, trying to recall the information. "Then they been running that juke joint. Gamblin' n' drinkin',"
"Ah, men of business then," you noted, "I'm sure they make well for themselves," you remarked with a nod.
Mama sighed with a small smile at your excitement, reaching to place her hand atop of yours. You blinked as you watched your parents share a knowing look.
"It may not be wise that you pursue it honey," Mama voiced with concern evident in her tone. "And you are a bit young to be lookin' for a husband anyhow," she added.
“But what if I’m just wantin’ to get acquainted?” You asked, “Be kind and make friends?” you said as you began to pout.
“Clara, you already have tons of friends, honey pie,” Mama reasoned, “You’ve got your sisters, and Lisa, uh..." her voice trailed off as she looked to Daddy.
"Yeah, and the girls from school a-and your sisters-" Daddy began stating, having trouble coming up with enough names as reason not to befriend the Moores.
"I already said that sug'," Mama muttered awkwardly before turning back to you. "But Clara, don't go lookin' for trouble is all me and your daddy are askin'," she said, wearing a wear smile trying mask the worry behind her eyes. "Okay?"
"Okay." you nodded as your lips thinned out into a straight line.
"Nighty night babygirl," Daddy called out as you made your way out to the hallway.
Your shoulders slumped in defeat as you trudged back to your room. But then the loop hole within your parents wishes came to mind. If you made a friendly connection with Mr. Moore and kept your head on straight then there would be no trouble to steer clear of.
“Sisters, I’m deeming myself a genius,” you grinned as you swung your bedroom door open.
“It seems as though we’ve missed a couple chapters,” your older sister mumbled confusingly, glancing to Helen.
And that night, you went to sleep ready to start this friendship of sorts.
“Pretty little thang, ain’t she?” Stack chuckled, whipping around to look at his brother.
You had just walked out of the cafe with your father. Flowy dress on, heels clacking on the floor, and your soft flowery perfume lingered in the cafe a little after you left.
“Now you leave innocent girls like her alone,” Smoke warned as he pushed his brother towards an empty table. “Don’t wanna be getting caught up with men like her father-I’m tellin’ ya,” he warned sternly just as they both took their seats.
“I like a challenge,” Stack shrugged, looking down as he fixed his tie. Only to look back up and meet the judging eyes of his twin who was only a couple moments his senior.
But the all-knowing look written on Elias’s face wordlessly let Elijah know that he wanted to fuck around and find out. And that's exactly what the younger twin decided on.
END OF PART 1
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Pre-Read Summary: You’re a cashier at Bo Chow & Co and have been tasked with taking care of business while the Grace and Bo are out the opening night of Club Juke. However, the night takes an unexpected turn.
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You tapped your foot impatiently as the clock hands moved to indicate that it is almost well into the night. The Chows had entrusted you in watching the shop and cleaning up, promising to be back in time to take pick up Lisa.
“Now we’ll be back by eleven, which is just enough time for Bo and I to enjoy ourselves,” Grace explained with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
“Y/n gets it honey,” Bo called from the back room, trying to calm his wife’s worries. “No need to be a worry wart now,” he ensures, emerging from where his voice could be heard.
Grace, on one hand, was showing off in a pretty party dress with her hair done up all nice. But Bo, his look was something that had to be forcibly taken from your imagination. Not that he’s never dressed up all fancy, but the dress shirt, khaki slacks, and navy blue vest really did a number on you. The way his sleeves were rolled up just to show the veins so evident on his forearms. Or how his hair was groomed and parted so nicely, but nothing compared to his sweaty and hard-worked figure after a long afternoon.
You felt a sudden wetness across your lips, not realizing for a split second that you had dragged your tongue across so provocatively. In an instant, you turned scarlet and quickly dabbed your apron across your lower lip.
“It just may be a lot for one girl to take care of,” Grace justified as she flattened the skirt of her dress for what seemed the millionth time.
If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t so sure how Grace scored someone like Bo. With her ‘by the book’ behavior and his laid back demeanor, a feeling deep inside you wondered if he ever wanted something more. Someone who could offer more.
“We won’t keep you out all night Y/n,” Bo swore as the couple got settled into their truck.
“Take care baby,” Grace waved to Lisa, who was manning the check out counter.
She gave her parents a small wave, not knowing it would be last time she’d see her mother. But neither did you, arms crossed as they drove off down the road.
Grace seemed like a safe choice, the right choice. Straight forward and easy love. But the thoughts that kept your mind working all night didn’t mind if you could be the wrong choice, the dangerous lover. Forever in the shadows, not ever daring to step into the light.
Bo always reminded himself to not give into you. Though you had no clue of his true feelings nor did you know of the thoughts that plagued his mind. Hell, he has a wife and kid-a whole life he was already living. But he itched to know the life he could live if he had you.
That’s why when he turned, and Grace couldn’t fathom joining him. Even though an eternity with her husband was right at the door, Bo decided on you.
“Why don’t you catch some shut eye,” you said, turning to Lisa who’s tired eyes met yours. “I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” you assured.
“It’s been hours,” she groaned like the teenager she was, trudging her feet as she made her way to the backroom where a couple chairs were.
You wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t worried yourself, with the klan and other evil entities out there-you could only hope that Grace and Bo were alright.
That’s when you heard a car engine getting closer, cautioning you to move from behind the counter and check the window. Before you could reach it, the sound of a car door opening then shutting. The couple finally returned, or so you thought.
Tilting up one blind with your finger, there stood Bo who you weren’t able to make out his face. But the familiar muscular slim build was enough to identify him. He tossed his head back slightly, gliding a hand through his dark hair as if to settle it back into place.
But just he alone walked up to the store doors, promptly knocking slightly. Your eyes looked for Grace but perhaps she was still in the truck. When you decided to move toward the door lock, Bo’s voice called out.
“Y/n Darlin’, mind letting me in?” He asked which stopped you dead in your tracks. Bo not once ever called you anything but your name.
So when your legs buckled slightly at the pet name, your knee knocked into the newspaper stand right beside you. The weekly newsletter was scattered across the floor.
“It’ll only be a minute, and I’ll be on my way home,” he added, a smile evident in his tone.
You didn’t wait a second before opening the door for him. But when he was finally in the proper light, you realized how disheveled he looked. His dress shirt was slightly untucked, a button was knocked off his vest, and there was a noticeable silver glint in his eyes.
“Bo-Mr. Chow, are you alright?” You asked as your eyes glazed over him in worry.
“Nothing but a good time at the juke joint,” he waved off before stepping a little closer towards you but not exactly in the store. “How about you let me on in there?” he asked, glancing around behind you.
“Of course,” you breathed, clearly shuffling out of the way.
“And let’s get this cleaned up,” he sighed as he got on one knee and began collecting the newspapers on this floor.
You gulped hard with Bo basically at eye level of your womanhood. He was close, you could’ve sworn he could hear your beating heart. Once he gathered all the papers, he placed them back on the stand.
“Did you and Ms. Chow have a good time?” You asked trying to make kind conversation.
“You’d just have to be there to see how grand the whole thing was,” Bo said, pondering on the moment for a second. “Folks from all over coming to dance, drink, and eat-nothin' better than that,” he commented.
He noticed how your hands fumbled together as if trying to come up with the next thing to say. The same half smile still plastered on your face, unsure of what to do next. Chuckling at this, Bo moved past you and towards the back room, as if he knew Lisa was resting there. As you waited for the two of them to come back, you had collected all your belongings from the counter.
“Where’s mama?” Lisa questioned sleepily, walking along side her father.
“She’s still at the joint cleaning up with Miss Annie,” Bo muttered back almost like it was rehearsed.
Your brow perked up at this. He left Grace on her own this late at night? But you decided not to ask any questions that weren’t your business.
“You comin’ Y/n?” Bo asked, glancing over to you.
“I could walk,” you replied as if the thought alone didn’t give you the least bit of creeps.
“All the way home with no help at all?” Bo scoffed. “Come with us and you can spend the night n’ we’ll take you home tomorrow,” he said, a bit more like an order than a suggestion. “Too late for a young pretty woman to be walking alone,” he added.
“If it’s no problem,” you said, not wanting to inconvenience them for a last minute house guest. “Mrs. Chow won’t mind?” You wondered.
The three of you made your way out to the car after you switched off the lights-making sure to lock the front doors as well.
“Don’t worry about her, it’ll be fine,” Bo ensured.
You couldn’t help but worry on the ride back to their home. What if Grace thought of you as disrespectful for staying the night? But Bo suggested you could and how could anyone decline an offer from someone as charming as him.
It felt as though you took a long blink and then you were right in front of the Chow’s home. To which Bo turned to you and handed you the keys.
“Could you open up the house and I’ll carry Lisa on in,” Bo instructed already getting out of the truck.
“Alright,” you said quickly, fumbling with the keys as you headed towards the door. “There we go,” you huffed and reached to switch on the porch light.
You motioned to Bo that the front door was open as he approached with Lisa in his arms. You knew he was strong but he seemed to carry his daughter in with no problem. Kindly, you held the door open as they stepped inside.
Upon placing the keys on the front table, you slid off your sweater and purse. The house seemed very in place and had Grace written all over it. The wildflowers in vases around the house. Colorful fabric curtains and family photos adorned the windows and walls. It was clean and tidy, nothing out of place.
“I’ll just put this little one to bed then I’ll help get you settled in Y/n,” Bo announced in a hushed tone before heading up the stairs.
You moved around to the living room area, taking a seat on the sofa. Part of you felt like this was a bad idea, that Grace was gonna be coming in hot any second now. As if your anxiousness hadn't already been at a high, your eyes set on what seemed to be Bo and Grace's wedding photo on the table across from you.
A young couple grinning ear to ear, the photo probably taken right after the ceremony. Grace with a beautiful bouquet of roses and Bo with a matching boutonniere on his suit jacket. Now you were in their home with the farthest from pure thoughts about the man of the house.
The photograph alone was enough to sway you, making you want to leave right then and there. Placing the framed photo back on the table, you moved back towards the front door where your belongings were. Slinging the purse on the shoulder and your sweater in the crook of your arm. Your hand reaching for the front door-
"Thought you were stayin' the night?" a voice called out, almost tauntingly.
"I-I really shouldn't Mr. Chow," you insisted with your hand now firmly resting on the door knob. "Grace isn't even home and I would hate for this to be improper," you added nervously.
"Now you shouldn't be letting your pretty little head worry about her," Bo sighed, emerging from the stairs.
"Isn't she coming home soon?" you gulped, glancing at all the photos on the wall.
Bo didn't answer but rather slowly sauntered toward you. He almost loomed over you like a shadow bigger than the figure casting it. Your hand wavered from the door know, turning to fully face him. Eyes registering the fact that there was a bit of blood on the corner of his lip.
"Y-you're bleeding," you blurted out quickly, a quivering hand pointing to the crimson liquid.
"It seems so," Bo played off, rubbing it off with the back of his hand. "Too damn drunk to remember knocking into anything on my way down," he chuckled trying to lighten the mood. "But honestly darlin'," he sighed looking you up and down. "You ain't goin' no where."
"What?" you muttered, blinking quickly.
"Seeing that it's late and all," he explained with a shrug, "I'll show you to our spare room," Bo said as he tilted his head-motioning for you to come upstairs with him.
The floor boards creaked as you both ascended to the second floor, a dimly lit hallway with a couple candle lights. Bo showed you to the bedroom at the end of the hall which included a smaller room for bath, sink, and toilet.
"Hopefully you find this of comfort for the night," Bo smiled from the door as you placed your things on the dresser where a mirror carefully set atop.
"Yes. Thank you again Mr. Chow." you smiled back politely.
"Bo is alright," he said, "You can call me Bo," he clarified.
"Bo." You nodded, his name rolling off the tongue smoothly just like how you'd say it while lying in bed. Eyes shut to welcome the dirtiest of dreams, fingers in your panties, and your body twisting in pleasure.
The shutting of the bedroom door ripped you out of your daydreaming. Taking hold of the candle dish on the nightstand, you used it to guide you into the bathroom to freshen up before bed.
After changing out of your dress and into your undergarments, you shuffled back into the bedroom, noticing another door next to the bed. Curiosity took control and it felt as though you floated towards it, opening it quietly as to not alarm Lisa or Bo.
In front of you hung both clothing that belonged to a man and woman-obviously Bo's and Grace's. You decided to check the dresser as well and found another framed photo tucked away under a couple pairs of boxers. This confirmed that you were staying the night in the couple's room. An odd feeling felt as though it was crawling up from under your skin.
Why would Bo give you the main bedroom when his wife was to arrive home at any time? Why did he dismiss your worries about Grace? Where was Bo and Grace supposed to rest tonight?
Millions of these questions raced around your mind, but you decided to get the answers. Checking out the windows, you saw no other cars except Bo's truck outside. You could still see dim lighting from under the bedroom door. Perhaps Bo was just waiting in the kitchen for Grace?
You decided to check for yourself, just for peace of mind. You started with the door across from yours. No soul in sight through the hallway, but lights seemed to be on downstairs. Twisting the door knob quietly, you pushed it open to reveal that you were in Lisa's room.
She laid snoring softly while not even being tucked under the covers, remaining in her day clothes. Stepping closer, you saw that her wrist hung off the bed, something dripping from it resulting in a soft tapping sound. It was too dark to make out what the liquid was without getting closer so you reached your candle beyond and realized that it was blood.
Alarmed, you swiftly turned on your heel and made way in search of Bo. However, your whole body halted abruptly when he mysteriously came into view out of the darkness.
"Sweet of you to check on her, darlin', but she's just resting," he said with an almost evil tone in his voice.
"Bo-Lisa is bleeding," you replied, turning back to the point at her.
"I was just making sure my little girl was gonna be taken care of," he uttered as if the sight wasn't anything to worry about. "It's all part of the plan-the vision," he said coolly.
A bit shaken, you step out of the room with Bo, allowing him to shut the door behind you. He wordlessly took your hand and brought you back to his and Grace's bedroom.
"It's time to turn in for the night I suppose," he sighed as he began to remove his vest.
"This is isn't proper." you voiced, placing the candle dish on the table. "Grace would-"
"She ain't coming back," Bo declared as if tired of the mentioning of her name. "She didn't see the vision, despite me offering a life that wouldn't end-she just couldn't accept it".
"What vision are you even speakin' of?" you remarked and in an instant the silver glint in Bo's eyes grew heavy and his sly smile you knew all too well revealed his sharpened set of teeth.
"The vision I'm offering to open your eyes to darlin'," Bo stated like it was simple as he went back to the shedding his clothes. "The kind where you and I don't gotta worry about what others may think. The life we can live together-forever," he said, kicking his clothes to side and making his way to you. "Wouldn't you want that?" he prompted.
"I don't know," you replied flustered at the intimacy in the question.
"You don't know if you'd want me to care for you, to love you, to treat you the way you've been itchin' for late at night?" he asked as if he had known all along. "I know what my Lisa knows, she catches the looks you give her daddy when you think I ain't lookin'" he smirked.
Bo stepped closer, hands on the hem of your undergarments. You turned your head slightly to avoid his gaze, resulting in mistakenly giving his access to your ever exposed neck. He leaned in and inhaled your scent. His lips barely grazing your soft skin as his hands moved to place themselves at your waist.
"Baby, I could give you that life," he whispered. "Then no one could take you away from me," he added before pressing a kiss along your neck, earning a gasp from you.
"Bo-" you moaned, egging him on to plant more kisses across your exposed skin.
His arms moved to lift you into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist securely as he walked over to the bed. Bo placed you on the cot gently, watching as you let out of a breath and your eyes widening at the solid state of his manhood underneath his boxers.
"Want me to give this to you?" he asked, his hand softly stroking his clothed cock.
You sat up slightly as you wordlessly nodded, unsure if there was even a wrong answer to his question. Bo smirked at your eagerness and ridded himself of his remaining clothing and you did the same.
"Darlin' you sure are pretty," Bo sighed in awe at your perky tits. "You're everything I imagined you'd like underneath all that ruckus," he admitted as he joined you on the bed. "C'mere baby," he motioned from the head of bed whilst on his knees.
As you scooted closer, Bo turned you around so that you'd be facing the mirror. Your eye lids grew heavy at the sight of the two you naked, skin to skin.
You heard a moan leave Bo's lips as your ass rubbed against his cock. Suddenly it came to you that you've never done nothing like this before. Now the man that you could only imagine of doing this to you was staring back at you from the mirror.
"Bo I ain't never done anything like this with someone before," you rambled anxiously.
"Baby you ain't gotta worry, I'll be real careful." he said, calming you instantly, "Just lean on me and let love on ya," he insisted and pressed his palm to your chest.
You watched as Bo fondled your tits, rubbing your nipples which allowed for the most erotic noises to leave your throat. His hands drifted down south and right where your button was and began rubbing it in a circular motion.
With you back arched, Bo used his other hand to ensure that you were still looking into the mirror. Both of you moaned at the sight, your slick let him know just how bad you wanted him.
You leaned forward slightly as Bo moved your hair onto one side, giving himself access to suckle on your neck. He didn't mind leaving marks that would remain for the next couple days. Neither did you at this point.
Bo was feeding off the explicit noises you let out and the sight alone could've made him come undone. But he wanted to take his time on you, after all, you both waited so long for this.
"Let me in baby," Bo huffed, the thick tip of his length teasing at your folds. "Tell me it's alright that I do darlin'," he pleaded as your slick began coating his tip.
You let out a guttural moan as his face rested on the crook of your neck, the feeling of sharp teeth dragging along your skin. Part of you acknowledged that once Bo turned you, there wouldn't be one bit of normalcy to return to. But you were willing to give it all up. To give everything to him, to have him for eternity.
"Yes," you whimpered as you watched Bo's jaw begin to open. "I let you in," you sighed.
It felt synchronized, the feeling of Bo as he slid his cock passed your folds and into your pussy along with his teeth sinking into your neck. You gasped at the intense pain and pleasure you felt in that moment, Bo's thrusting up into your cunt as he held your arms captive.
Bo loved the taste of you and watching as you gave your entire body to him. Your eyes fluttered continuously as he sucked your lifeline diligently.
"This what you've been wanting darlin'?" he whispered into your ear. "For me to fuck you and make you mine?" he asked, not caring that your mouth was left agape letting all the noises you were making escape.
"Mhm," you mumbled, your body rocking with every thrust.
Bo looked down and watched your pussy take every inch of him. Every time he pulled out the wetter the coating of your slick became. He was in control and finally he was able to have you all for himself.
"How about you let me fill you up baby?" he asked, feeling himself grow closer to cumming with every thrust. "I would love to see myself drippin' out of you like a faucet." he groaned at the mere thought.
"P-please yes Bo," you gasped as his hips snapped into your. "Fill me please," you yearned.
Your moans copied the slamming of his cock, your hair becoming more a mess. A knot began to build up in your stomach as Bo re-adjusted himself and aimed for that sweet spot.
"Oh Bo," you cried as he repeatedly fucked into the spot with no sign of stopping.
"I'm gonna fill you to the brim darlin', don't you worry." he snickered into your ear. "But I wanna make sure come undone for me baby." he said, "Can you do you that for me?"
"Yes b-baby," you assured, which sent Bo over the edge.
Your walls clenched around him as your knot released and hot seed began pouring into your cunt. Bo's thrusts faltered before you both fell back onto the mattress.
Even from down the road, the live music from the juke joint radiated, and it felt as though every note pulled you in closer.
“Miss Y/n,” Cornbread nodded as he rose from his post by the door.
“Cornbread, how ya doin’ these days?” You greeted warmly as he tipped his hat kindly.
“Mighty fine, expecting my missus to deliver any day now,” he smiled from ear to ear.
“Now if y’all need any baby watchin’ then knock on ma door anytime,” you offered before stepping into the joint.
The music seemed to flow through you as the crowd danced to the beat. You watched as Delta Slim and Sammie performed on the stage, earning hollers and cheers from the crowd.
Dryness tickled your throat, your feet carrying you to the bar where Annie stood keeping watch over the frying fish.
“I was hoping to see you tonight,” she smiled as she reached her palm out to squeeze yours warmly.
“Oh I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” you assured, taking in the atmosphere around you. “The music, drinks, the food,” you sighed contentedly, “It must feel nice to have Elijah back,” you added.
“I don’t know if it’s a happy feeling’ or my head is achin’-trying to keep up with his business,” she replied with a tired but happy look in her eyes. “But don’t let my chatter stop you from having a good time,” she said, dropping more cuts of fish into the boiling hot oil.
“Annie you could never," you assured, grabbing a couple coins from your purse. "Just a beer for me please,".
"Comin' right up," she nodded as she counted the money and handed over the chilled bottle. "Enjoy yourself now," she jokingly instructed as you got up from your seat.
"I always do," you beamed before sashaying back onto the dance floor.
You watched as Sammie took his place on stage once more and began to sing, chills were sent down your spine. The room seemed to have moved in slow motion as everyone fell into the music.
Tipping the bottle against your lips, your body felt free and fluid. A tap on your shoulder pulled you from your trance. You met the trickster smile of Elias, alias and nickname - Stack.
"Glad you came out tonight," the younger twin grinned he gave a loose hug. "There's someone I want you to meet,' he said mischievously.
"You tryna get me into trouble Stack?" you replied back playfully as he guided you to the back of the old sawmill.
Pushing open a door, you were greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke and the man who had the white stick in his mouth. When his eyes set on yours, the cig bobbed a bit as his lips curled up.
He tossed his playing cards on the table, leaving the other players baffled. His eyes took in your body like drinking water in the dessert.
"Y/n, this is Bo Chow-he's a grocery owner," Stack chuckled as the man with jet black hair stood to his feet.
"And mighty handsome at that," You exhaled, offering your hand to Bo.
"Sure is a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Y/n," Bo said as he brought your soft skin to his lips.
"You know about me?" you asked, Stack slipping out of the room sneakily.
"Sure do," Bo replied, "But you gon' know awful well of me by the end of tonight." he promised as he took the beer out of your other hand and took a swig.
"Boy don't play about a good time," you tsked as he put out his cigarette and set your bottle on the table.
"I ain't no boy," He corrected, "And I swear I ain't gonna disappoint," he added and took your hand-leading you deep into the busyness of the crowd.
The rhythm of the music and the soft haze due to the smoke made it all feel dreamlike. Bo twirled you into his arms smoothly, your back pressed against his chest.
Your hands slithered behind you and combed their way through his hair. Bo couldn't help but let his own hands discover what could possibly be held captive underneath your dress.
His lips pressed lazy wet kisses against your neck, earning a gasp that erupted from your throat. It was as though you were in your own world and your core was just itching for more.
Bo spun you around-now both of you facing one another. Without instruction, he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss you greedily allowed and met his lips halfway hungrily.
You felt him smirk against your lips and his palm traveled down the back of your dress. His grip hugging the curve of your ass gently.
"Can you handle all that?" you teased, taking a breather.
"Handle it? Baby it's mine now," Bo said coolly and you could've sworn he could sense the slick wet coating pooling in your undies.
In an quick act of boldness, your hands pulled him in by his shirt collar. Your lips hovered against his ear as you muttered, "Then come take it,".
Bo pulled away, searching your face for a dirty grin but he was met with a small smile and eye lashes batting slowly. As if your invitation didn't leave his length becoming more apparent underneath his slacks.
He had no hesitation in taking your hand once more and making his way out the juke joint with you. Cornbread chuckled as he moved aside from his post.
"Now ya'll be careful uh-uh," he warned jokingly, watching Bo whisk you away to his car.
"Pay us no mind Cornbread," you giggled as you swatted your hand in his direction. "You takin' me home?" you asked as Bo helped you into the backseat.
"We won't even make it home baby," he confessed, biting his lip at the sight of your dress sleeves beginning to slide down your arms.
After taking a quick look around through the windows, Bo slid unbuttoned his vest and joined you. You weren't sure if it was the heart beat in your chest or the pulsing of your cunt that made you shiver. But Bo took it up on himself to guide the sleeves of your dress all the way down to your ankles.
You whined as the air of the night surrounded you. Impatiently, you scooted closer to Bo but he placed his hand on your chest.
"Let me take in the sight honey," he asked, "Don't want you mistaken me for a fling," he sighed as he began taking of the rest of his clothes.
Your hand trailed up your back to unhook your bra, Bo watched wordlessly as it dropped into your lap. Your eyes continued to watch his as you kicked off your shoes and slid your panties down.
"Oh honey," he said breathlessly, leaning in to capture your lips once more.
You moaned as he pulled you into his lap and wet pussy dragging against his cock. With one hand supporting your back, Bo's other hand cupped your breast.
Breathing heavy, Bo motioned for you get up slightly as both of your eyes looked down. Your hand reached for his length, wanting to guide it into your cunt. Upon getting a hold of it, your wrist began sliding up and down.
Bo stifled a groan as he watched you begin to sink back down onto his cock. Your pussy tight and wet, making the feeling all the more satisfying.
"Baby-" he sighed, watching your ride him like a horse.
Tits bounced in his face as you bounced up and down. He was mesmerized by your body, every part of it. You watched him throw his head back, his hands beginning to guide your hips.
"You likin' this?" you groaned as your walls clenched around him, wanting to keep him inside you forever.
The rocking of the car caught the attention of other passer-byres. Cornbread however telling them to mind they business no matter how hard the vehicle swayed.
"Didn't even bother leavin' the car lot," he sighed, shaking his head at your's and Bo's recklessness
