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Jun 5

Devil In Twos.

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

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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,”

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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.

—————-

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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❤️🫶🏾

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May 29

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Hard at Work

DeCourcy Ward x Black!Reader

E // MDNI // WC: 2.6k // dom sub dynamics, overstimulation // masterlist //

Working in the district attorney's office in Boston as anything other than a white man was hard, but a black woman of all things? Even harder.

When DeCourcy Ward thundered his way in with a hard head for change, you expected an ally, some bumps in the road? Sure, but at least you would have one person on your side.

Someone who would get it. Someone who understood what it was like. Someone you could relate to.

How wrong you were.

Secretary you were not, but you were often mistaken for one. Your position was a hybrid of things: paralegal, somehow private investigator correspondent, and any and everything else that needs to be seen to that the head lawyers around let slip through the cracks when they were too busy with other things, or in Ward's case— have blinders on for one thing and one thing only, that they forget about all the little things that needed to get done.

The DA appreciated your "team player" sensibilities and liked to say it was a shame you weren't a lawyer in his office.

You weren't too sure you'd want to be in his office even if you were one. As shiny as assistant DA and DA sounds— being one in Boston? A scary scary thought. Now with the knowledge of how they'd treat a black man? Even scarier for you.

DeCourcy Ward seemed pleasant enough in the beginning, neutral even, but soon you came to know, like many of the other men here— he was not.

"Here are the backgrounds for Kimly and Davis' cases, separated and organized accordingly. Kimly has no formal/legal employment records or bosses that can support any of his claims— and Davis is clean as expected."

He nodded while flipping through each file briefly as you spoke.

"Where's Stone?" He said low, not looking up at you and went back to what he was doing. The sound of his voice sent off a wave of butterflies in your stomach, regardless of his formal dismissive tone.

Were you expecting a thank you? No.

But straight into a question about the one thing you have no control over and knew little to nothing about.

"I'm not sure, sir. He hasn't called." You forced yourself to say through a smile, fighting not to grit your teeth too hard as you do.

"Well did you try to call him!" His voiced thudded loudly in your ears, booming against the walls of his office, loosing its charming lilt and falling into something a little more terrifying, but now that you've almost been here a month, the intimidating level his voice could reach when he was upset no longer had an effect on you.

"I'll try that." You hold your breath and turn on your heels, knowing you won't be able to keep your mood in check for a second longer.

"Do your damn job, so I can do mine!" He calls out as you close the door behind.

Out of ear shot, you groan under your breath back to your desk. Muttering several curses his way.

Today was going to be a day huh?

You dialed the private investigators number one more time and left a message that you will not be waiting for whatever the fuck it to be was supposed to get, and that you were going to get it yourself, and take his pay for it too because you do not get paid to take shit from Ward all day, so he can man up and do his job— or you'll do it.

You grabbed your coat and keys.

Looking back between DeCourcy's office and the door, you make sure no one sees you, and you quickly and quietly make a break for it.

You had to lie to a woman, not only to get into her house, but to also sneak into her husbands office when you asked to go to the bathroom as well as record your conversation with her and then the husband in question we he got home.

Another shitty cover up by a shitty cop who doesn't really feel that bad.

You feel less bad for having to lie now.

You were just an innocent bystander in the neighborhood visiting her friend who just got a divorce and wanted a glass of water after all.

It was late when you back, needing the rest of your things you left at the office before finally going home.

The light was still on in Ward's office and you did your best to ignore it. He could wait until tomorrow. After all, he deserved to have as shitty of a day as you had, especially with the way he talked to you.

But as you shuffle away the stray papers for tomorrow and pack your belongings into your bag you sigh. Your heels clacking, echoing in the hall behind you as you ultimately knock on his door.

"Yeah." He confirms in a low voice that flushes your cheeks with heat.

You clear your throat, stopping yourself from manipulating your hair or picking at your clothes before you enter.

"Got something for —"

"What are you doing here this late?" He says it in a harsh stern voice you know not to take personally. He talks to everyone that way— supposedly, but it's a little extra snappy. His eyes too interpersonally cool for you to take it as anything but personal.

Something in you snaps.

Silently, you fume, but you give him a slick and cheery smile laced with as much malice as you can muster.

You make your way behind his desk and smooth your hand up his chest. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion, the attitude in his face wavers as he subconsciously leans into your touch.

You start low at his abdomen.

His skin is warm through his shirt, the night air warmer and stuffy, though not as suffocating as it had been over the last few weeks, signaling Autumn was close around the corner but not quite here yet.

You slide the palm of your hand up his chest, going over one of his suspenders to over his heart. It beats wildly underneath your palm, and you resists the urge to squeeze. The soft muscle of his breast was tantalizingly sweet under the palm of your hand. The rising heat of his skin relentlessly teased your senses, tempting you to give into your darkest of impulses.

His nostrils flared suddenly in the corner of your eye, tearing your gaze back to his face.

His eyes glossed over with a glaring anger, and his lips parted. No doubt a fiery quip was on the tip of his tongue.

Before he could utter a single sound or form a single syllable you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him close to your face, giving him a glare of your own.

"One day." You hold up the tape recorder and envelope with your other hand. Your hold on his tie is so tightly wrapped around your fist he can only dart his eyes to the side to see what you have. "One day," you say again, "and I have the piece of evidence that can help you close the case on Kimly that Stone's been claiming he couldn't get for weeks."

"W—" he opens his mouth to speak and you pull tighter. The fabric creaks in your hands, straining in your grip as the knot pulls closer around his throat. His Adam's Apple bobs, tearing your attention away, just for a moment.

A small fear rises at your spine that he might have noticed, but when your eyes dart back to his face. You have to force yourself to hold your composure when you see his pupils have dilated behind glossy eyes. His eyelashes fluttered so heavily, it looked as if he were about to close them in some sort of bliss.

"I put up with so much shit, and I don't need you adding onto it," you keep going, ignoring the look on his face, ignoring the heat starting to rise through your body, and the way his eyes move widely as they scan very inch of your face, "I am good at my job, and I can be a valuable asset," you squeeze just that much harder for emphasis, letting the small cotton material close around his throat, not enough to choke him fully, but enough to make your message clear, "or I can be a pain in your ass and make your already miserable position in this hell hole much more worse than it already is."

He swallowed thickly. The small sound filling in the room, accompanying his slow ragged deep breaths.

"Do, you, understand?" You squeeze harder after each word, making him gasp. His hand squeeze the arms of his chair so hard, his knuckles look close to splitting.

After a few heartbeats you let go, and he gasps. "Yes," he moans in a low gravely voice, "I understand."

You let go and he doesn't allow his body to slump back. He remains sitting straight. His back erect and his head high, despite how low he keeps his gaze, showing how he really feels in his refusal to look at you.

You nod, not allowing him a response and ready to turn on your heels, but as you move your head to the door, you notice the odd way he moves one leg over the other.

If it weren't so late and quiet, you wouldn't have heard it. You wouldn't have noticed, but you do.

As soon as your eyes land back on him, he inhales sharply.

"Move your legs."

He stills, freezing for just a moment.

But his lips part slightly and he breaks eye contact with you again. His shoulders drop just a tad as he slowly parts his legs, revealing the thick hard dick, straining through his pant leg against his thigh.

DeCourcy Ward was a loud and proud black man who did not care for making his peers more comfortable around him, often sitting with his legs spread wide, never hiding the furrow of his brow, or his visible displeasure at any of their antics.

But right now in front of you he sits with slightly less than perfect posture, and his head turned sheepishly in front of you.

You lick your lips and swallow. Your heart thuds in your chest and your pantries grow wetter by the second.

Just what have you done?

You don't hesitate and take a step forward into his space.

You gently place a hand on his face, lifting it up until he faces you once more. You put on a brave unyielding face, similar to the one before. Ignoring how the heat of his cheeks that sear under the pads of your fingertips matches the one on your own.

Thankful, that he can't see through the dark undertones of your skin. That he can't see just how bashful you were about the whole thing as well. That you could bring a man such as this to his knees, was not a power you know you had.

You slide your free hand down his chest, making sure to brush against the swollen nipples under his shirt.

Without further warning, you push down against the tip of his dick that strains though the fabric of his pants.

He moans, the sound coming out high at the top of his throat. Higher than any word you've ever witnessed coming from his lips.

You rub it relentlessly. Watching how he closes his eyes, every whimper that bubbles out of his throat, and how the muscles of his thighs flex at your sweet relentless torture. He grows wet under your hand, a dark spot pools larger and larger on the blue material over his thigh.

"C-close," he sputters out in a strained high voice. A tear falls from the corner of his eye, "pull it—" he chokes out a sudden sob, "more." He cries.

"No," you say in a soft sultry voice. Your words brush against his eyelashes and they flutter open, "you're going to cum just like this, and after," you press your thumb firmly on his tip, stopping the movement of your hand. As if doing as he was told, he cums in his pants.

He finally slumps back in his seat and something warm comes over your chest. His eyes are closed again and his chest falls up and down raggedly. as your eyes scan over the mess he's made of himself, the feeling intensifies.

Pride.

What you were feeling was pride.

But what were you proud of? Was it for yourself and what you did? Or was it for him?

"You. . . You were so good." You praise and discretely clear your throat, playing off the stumble like you were distracted by him or . . . Something, but then you remember what just happened and how he looks.

He definitely had not noticed. You were just in your head.

His eyes flutter open, regarding you with some sort of reverence. An awe you did not understand.

You move to unbuckle his pants. The sound clanging loudly in the room along with his deep breaths. Just so he couldn't see you fluster.

Just what was that look, and why did you want more?

He was so big. The thick velvety smooth skin of his dick felt so good, you just couldn't help your self.

You jerked him off with no thought of his being. His current emotional or physical state or even how overstimulated he might be.

He moaned deep and loud, closing his eyes as he threw his head back.

You had to get on the floor in front of him, half sitting on your knees for a better look, admiring how his dick bobbed in your grub,, how his balls bounced at the bottom of your hand.

You wrapped your hand around them— just to feel.

Like the rest of him, they were neatly trimmed, almost bare. The smooth sensitive skin felt heavenly, heavy and full in your palm. You massaged your hand around is balls with one hand and moved your other hand after along his dick, making sure your grip was tighter.

His low moans we're getting higher, falling into whimpers.

Before you could even think of what to do next, his orgasm sputtered out of him.

Thick ropes of his cum spilled over your fingers, some of it catching on your cheek, and some on his chin. The rest all over his clothes.

You stood putting some space between you. Your panties were more than soaked. Your arousal pooled between your thighs, threatening to trickle down your leg.

Your pussy was aching to be touched. You ignored it, and forced yourself not to squeeze your legs together.

Instead you grabbed a sticky note, scribbling quickly on it.

"Soak your pants in oxy clean and warm water, and spray this to your shirt before letting it sit for half an hour to two as needed before washing with these."

You handed it to him.

He silently placed it inside his jacket pocket.

In the short time you had taken to write how to treat the mess he's made of his very nice and expensive clothes, he'd put his dick away.

"Thank you." His voice was hoarse. Ruined even.

Wordlessly, you give him a sickly sweet, but intimidating smile, and turn on your heels. Rushing to grab your things from your desk, desperate to get home as quickly as possible, so you could replay everything in your mind while you touch yourself.

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