WHAT'S THE GIG?... according to you, it's been too long since the last time toji went out shopping by your side. he didn't think he'd spend the time your son would be with his uncle rippin' and runnin' 'round the city, but after getting into the groove of it again? he can't help but find it a little fun.
featuring . . . toji x black!reader
WHAT'S THE MOVE?... FLUFF. hoochie-mama reader. reader is megumi's mother. yes, gojo's the uncle.
luvrs note: just some kind of softness. tag lists for reader tropes are now out, so check them out if you want! the hoochie mama one is linked above already.
"toji!" you called the man, stepping into the sunken living room with a sigh.
your husband croons his neck back at you, gunshots going off on the TV as an action movie plays. "yeah?"
"come shop with me," you say. "we need more groceries and clothes for megumi."
"what?" he frowns, moving to look at you fully now. "he just got more clothes two months ago."
you roll your eyes, bangles clanking dully against themselves as you shift your hips. "he grows fast, toji." you look off to the mess your ten year old left in the corner this morning. "we have your genes to thank for that."
toys are left untouched from the boy entertaining himself while waiting for his uncle gojo to arrive. megumi does it every time, somehow managing to fit his little military figurines into his schedule without fail.
toji ignores your last sentence, head resting on the back of the couch looking bored. "do i have to come?"
sassily, you glance around. "ain't nobody else goin' with me."
"i know that, woman." toji says, "but you like to spend all day out."
"and you like to spend all day in." you counter, rolling your wrist as a means of getting him to stand. "lets go, toji. i ain't playin'."
a hand raises to the side of his face as toji rolls his eyes before sighing through his nose. reluctantly, he sits up fully from the couch and stretches his arms over his head.
satisfied, you turn on your heel to prance back up the two single stairs and back into the kitchen. "been too long since you went out with me any-damn-way. shamone!"
an amused huff came from the man behind you, tempting a smile to run across your glossed lips.
after that, it didn't take long for toji to get dressed so the two of you could go out. that also included any small changes you might've made or added to his outfit. but, to be fair, you can't have him goin' out looking foolish.
"this isn't necessary." toji frowned, watching as you added yet another bracelet to his left wrist.
you glance up at him, kissing your teeth. "you not leavin' the house in sweats with me."
he tries to push your hands away playfully.
you slap at it. "boy, stop. put the damn bracelet on."
"they're heavy," he complains.
scoffing, you clasp the metal around his wrist regardless. "nigga, please. you tote all them weapons 'round, and this heavy?"
shrugging, he says, "in my defense, i didn't expect it to be this heavy."
your eyes narrow at him. "don't remind me of your previous lifestyle."
"sorry," he murmurs.
when shopping becomes a little bonding moment between the two of you.
"you think he'll like this?" you ask, looking back at toji. when you notice he's zoned out looking elsewhere, you tap his arm. "toji."
a hum lets you know he's back, but you still wait until he looks at you before repeating yourself. "tell me."
toji shrugs. it's a polo shirt, collared with a barely-there striped pattern. "looks like something he'd wear to an event."
you take another look at it, shrugging. "it's always good to have something to go out in."
your husband doesn't argue, watching as you put the shirt into the cart.
he follows after you, helping you pick out a few things for megumi - most of the things he chooses are graphic shirts and shoes. you happen to focus on 'good' shirts, pants, and shorts instead.
eventually, toji comes across a funny-looking hat. it has a little bubble machine on top of it, and very obviously made for children. after inspecting it and having a quick laugh, toji hands it to you. "we should get it for megumi."
glancing up at him, you shift your weight. "you tryna embarrass my son?"
"no, no," toji assures. "just for fun. you'd find it funny."
side-eyeing him, you try to maintain a straight face whilst putting the plastic hat in the cart. though, at the slightest twitch of toji's scar, you can't help but laugh a little.
"i hate you," you murmur, waving him off while stepping away. "so damn weird."
toji pokes at your neck, grinning when you flinch away dramatically. "why you react like that?"
slapping his wrist away, you glare at him. "'cause you just poked my neck?"
"i've no idea what you're talkin' about." toji dismisses, grabbing a belt from a nearby rack. "think we should just get 'em bigger pants and have him use belts 'til he grows into them?"
you ignore the annoyance growing, glancing at the belts instead.
some are studded, others have a plethora of paired holes. very few are actually normal.
"get one of those paired ones, and a regular one." you tell him, pointing at them lazily. "make sure they black."
toji's brow raises. "why black specifically?"
"'cause they look better." you tell him.
"like you?" toji asks.
looking back at him, you grin. "exactly like me. thankya!"
"uh huh," toji muses, kissing the top of your head sweetly.
but of course, things never fully stay on track...
"thought you said we were out for megumi?" toji asks, watching as you browse through a rack of juicy couture tracksuits.
"we done with him now," you tell him. "he got enough old pants to turn into shorts, and he still fit most of his shoes." you take out a hot pink set, eyeing it before putting it back and grabbing a baby blue one instead. "it was his shirts, pants and some belts he needed."
toji's head tilts, taking the tracksuit from you. he holds it up beside you instead of in front, eyes flicking from you to it. after a beat of silence, he hums. "do they got a yellow one?"
you look at him confused. "you don't like the blue?"
"i do," he says. "it'd look good in yellow, too, though."
your shoulders suddenly lighten, and you smile before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "you're so right. i'll check."
while you skim through the brightly colored rack, toji takes a look at his watch before humming impressively. "megumi's coming home in forty-five minutes."
"really?" you pull out your phone, groaning when you notice he's right. "gosh, time passes so fast."
reluctantly, you abandon the idea of finding a yellow tracksuit and instead find the direction of a register.
following behind you, toji nods. "we'll come back out tomorrow and look for one."
"what, the tracksuit?" you clarify. when he hums a yes, you can't help the way you look at him over your shoulder. "sounds like someone is actually enjoying himself..."
you don't have to see the way he rolls his eyes to know he's tired of your antics.
though, he didn't deny it. so, is it really a complaint?
nothing just thinking about big, scary men who bend to the will of their wife without a second thought.
he's a cop, a marine, a badass military man, and yet the second he gets home, he's just "baby, honey, sweetheart," and his favorite, "big strong man."
if you ask him to stand, he'll stand. sit? he's down on the couch with his legs spread open and his head thrown back. ask him to massage you as you two watch television best believe his big hands are sliding all over your brown skin.
it's not because he's afraid of you or intimidated, either. well, except for a few specific times and looks on your face. but besides that, he knows you're his mostly harmless sweet wife who just knows what she wants and how to get it. which is easy since he's wrapped around your finger tight.
he does whatever you ask, no matter how strenuous. "it's no big deal, sweetheart." "let me help with that, doll." "you've got enough on your plate, sugar." he's incredibly eager for a task, you're barely on your feet when he's home.
You reach, he leans in obediently, and the tall creature was blushing at how pretty your giggles were, to him at least.
He nudges his way under your hand, enjoying the comfortable caressing from you. Pierrot obviously enjoys affection from you and the feeling is very much mutual, but you had to ask. “Pierrot, do you usually accept such affections?”
Pierrot nods, “Only from you of course. The exception being Jester as he is very gentle once you get to know him.”
“I can see that, he shows to be protective of you. I understand why..” he nuzzles into your hand, kissing it a couple times before the giant being was suddenly laying beside you.
“Be warned Pierrot, my bonnet may fall off, if it does, place it on or just leave it there. I need to buy a new one.” He nods, looking at it closely then he snuggles closer for warmth.
“Aww…cute giant clown…my sweetie.” You kiss him on the face, if you could see it. There would definitely be little hearts surrounding him, spoiled. Thats what he is, and you would enable that for as long as you lived.
Time passes, he is a very light sleeper, your sleeping was interesting. Sometimes he could hear you giggle in your sleep and say cute, then you bit him….
A small sacrifice but your bites felt weird so he slightly retaliated. Nomming back before his eyes go big from you also returning the favor, then they turn into giant hearts.
When you woke up, you see Pierrot sound asleep, so you start rubbing his hair down. Massaging his cheek with a thumb, then you kiss the clown on the lips this time. “My dear, so forward.”
“Pierrot stop being so cute.”
“Okay…” he chuckles, and you just simply cannot stop kissing his face afterwards.
title is self-explanatory yalll lmao some NSFW headcannons with our faves when YOU happen to be the one that fucks them into oblivion.
Guys this has been in my drafts for a year lol
Warnings; its smut yall 18+ minors gtfo yall know the drill
Luffy
-I feel like he’s the type to whine and try to chase that high?
-he is so damn vocal and so messy too it’s honestly a sight to behold.
-“Right there mami, fuck.” He huffs, fighting his urge to roll his hips into your sopping wet core as you grind down.
-often repeats the same thing, especially if he’s close
-“yes, yes, yes, please, yessss”
-eyes roll when he cums, and he usually is biting his lip to keep from being too loud....and he usually fails.
Zoro
-Reverse Cowgirl is his fucking weakness
-what makes it worse is how you look back at him with that pretty, evil little grin? Oh he’s done for.
-“Fuck you always feel so good.” You huff, gripping his ankles as you roll your hips, each movement only further pushing your green haired boyfriend into the mattress.
-he likes a very specific kind of praise from you. The kind that lets him know you're all his, but in the way that shows you know you have all the power in the world over him. For example-
-“whose pussy is this?” You huff, now facing him.
-“mine.” He groans back, your lips meeting in a heated kiss.
-“just like that Zo,” You moan, hand resting at his throat,
-"You gonna be good for me and cum baby?" You hiss into his ear, pressing kisses just below it
Sanji
-Sanji is a very tentative and passionate lover….that being said, sometimes he likes it when his s/o gets mean. It’s like the perfect balance
-His face is usually flushed red and one think about Sanji is he WANTS to be all fucked out after
-He particularly likes when you manage to edge him, keeping your hand firm at his throat, occasionally tugging his hair to hold eye contact just how he likes.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” You tease, pumping him slowly in your hand as his hips try to thrust and meet each twist of your hand.
He nods, a whimper of agreement leaving his parted lips.
“Mhm, feels so good-.”
“Atta boy, keep answering me like that and I might let you cum.”
Usopp
-begs and begs goooood
-has a grip on your hips and it is LETHAL.
-whines a lot when youre topping, he tends to let all kinds of stuff slip off his tongue, embarrassing or otherwise.
"Please, oh fuck you feel so food, don't stop please, I'll be so good"
-had a habit of biting his lip when he gets like this
-Pull that gd bandana over his eyes and it's like he takes a step into heaven
-chronic back archer (makes a pretty o face )
Nami
-I feel like she starts to panic? Like she wasn't expecting to cum so hard and so fast so she ends up telling you to wait.
-“H-Hah, wait! Y/n don’t- fuck, wait wait wait.” She whimpers, stuck between keeping you between her legs or pulling away so try and alarm longer.
-And damn does she look pretty all red in the face, all cause of you.
-Do your job well enough and you're quick to find out Nami is a squirter. Sweet girl couldn't even hang on after the second orgasm.
-Sure she was embarassed but the first thing to leave her lips between heavy wanton breaths was
-"Make me, make me do it again,"
Buggy
-he’s a loud moaner, like fuck dude
-and he’s messy, honestly it’s giving pornstar
-will take the strap and ain’t shy about.
-pull his hair, tell him how pretty he looks getting fucked by you.
-“look at you,” you hum, lifting his head so he can look at the mirror that was strategically placed in from of him.
-he smiles, paint smudged as eyes watery from overstimulation.
-“look how pretty you look taking my strap, don’t you think you look pretty baby?” You ask, pulling his hair as he whines at the feeling, his fists clenching the sheets beneath him.
-Yes he smiles at his reflection in the mirror, and smiles even harder, giggling almost when you make him cum and he gets to see his own face when he does
Shanks
-“C’mon baby let’s go again.” You put, already slotting him into the warmth between your legs.
-“A-fuck-Again?” He groans, already clenching your hips.
-You just wont quit. It’s partially his fault for finding someone with so much stamina! You’re really giving him a run for his money.
-choke him. He wants to feel those acrylics leave dents in his skin.
-“Fuckkk you feel so good.” You hum, hands perched against his chest which is littered with hickeys of your doing.
-lovessss hearing you praise him. He’s already cocky but being you tell him just how good he fills you up does something to him.
-his favourite thing is to wake up later and see how you’ve turned him to a work of art.
-hasn’t been at the receiving end of aftercare before so when you press soft seek kisses to his face and tell him how good he did, he can’t help but fall even more in love with you.
Mihawk
-He’s the type to get quiet.
-Like really quiet lmao
-At this point all you can hear is him breathing as heavy as possible to keep himself from passing out or cumming again.
-Personally likes when you get all dominant with him. Like for someone who doesn’t quite like being told what to do, he makes the exception when it comes to you.
-“You okay up there?” You ask, mouth full of him, suprised he held on for this long, well not that he hasn’t cum yet. He’s just suprised he had passed out from how much he HAS cum in just one night.
-“Yes. Thank you.” He struggles to respond, your hand teasing the tip as he thrust upwards.
-loves that you never fail to pour him a drink and run a bath for the both of you afterwards.
-SPECIAL ADDITIONS-
Cabaji
-haha he’s a slut for you.
-you ask him to jsut he’s only ever asking how high?
-Cabaji’s the type to really like when you won’t stop not matter how spent he is. He likes when you’re unrelenting, one of your hands tugging his hair while the other fists his cock.
-please make him ask nicely. He knows he’s got a bad attitude and a slick mouth but you’re just the remedy for that.
-“Need more, fuck so close!” He demands, only for you to halt all movement. It only makes him whine and roll his hips to try and get you to start again.
-“is that how you ask? Because I’m pretty fuckin’ sure you know better than to make demands at me.” You hiss, tugging his hair as he moans at the action.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, please give me more.” He asks, much more polite this time.
-comb his hair after, puts him right to sleep and he will thank you for it later
I’ve seen so much concubine! Satoru and Suguru x empress! Or whatever reader, and it’s awesome But I would love to see Heir!Satoru and Heir!Suguru x concubine!reader.
Like reader belonged to a high-class brothel and she’s worked there for a long time, then one day the crown prince, Satoru Gojo, walked in, looking for a stress reliever…
And there you were.
It was a long night, but when he left he promised to come back and help you get out of there.
And he also became a regular.
It was around a month after that before a new customer came in,
The heir of the empires and the most high class clan, Suguru Geto.
He comes in all smiles then goes straight for the highest courtesan, you.
Another restless night, and by morning he’s getting dressed, telling you he’ll be back soon for more.
And now they’re both regulars, also competing behind your back to out bid another so you’ll go home with either one.
It seems like they hate each other, from you along side the other courtesan’s eyes, but they’re really just playing a game of cat and mouse to see if one can win against the other and outbid him.
Childish.
But a year later, your manager comes into your room and tells you to pack up. You’re leaving.
You have no issue, but you’re stopped in your tracks when you seen Satoru and Suguru standing by the entrance, they both turn to you and smile.
They both put together way too much money on a whore house for you, but who are you to complain?
You’re free…finally…
And next thing you know, you know belong to the crown prince of the empire and the heir of the highest clan.
This was supposed to be a drabble but it ended up turning into a rant,
Edit: Should I make like a series or something about this?????
"king... koopa?!" (y/n) said peeking into the mason jar , where bowser had his back turned away from you and princess peach.
peach got tired of the endless ballads , fake apologies , negotiations , claiming he could "change" and "be a new man" and won't "kidnap her anymore" it was all a lie.
so , peach commanded her toad troops to search near and far throughout the mushroom kingdom for any sucker that would gladly take him.
and that's where you came in , you worked for professor e-gadd laboratories , a scientific laboratory where you and others conducted experiments with various creatures.
it was was the final assignment before your could graduate and you needed a perfect thesis statement.
"i can't believe you have the real king koopa! lookin all itty bitty~" you cooed while tapping on the glass. "how did you get your hands on him?" you asked the princess with glee.
"oh , it took a little persuasion and negotiating and maybe some snacks" peach giggled.
"this is the best day ever! how could i repay you , princess?" you asked peach while setting down the jar.
"keep him! he's yours!" peach said smiling.
"what?!" you and bowser said with different thoughts in mind.
"yup! he's all yours! do whatever you want , but just don't let him out of your sight because he might try to find me again , but other than that! he's all yours!" peach explained.
"thank you so much princess peach! this is gonna help me alot!" you said shaking hands with the princess.
"its what i do! bye , (y/n)! bye , bowser..." peach said her goodbyes and left the facility and bowser watching the love of his life walking away.
bowser turned around to see the skinned mocha brown girl , with round glasses , admiring him through the jar , while heading back to her lab.
"oh~! we are gonna have so much fun. i wonder how peach got you in this jar... but nevertheless , i'll take good care of you!" (y/n) said putting in her code for her personal lab. the automatic doors swung open.
it was a spacious lab with various posters of different pop culture and past assignments plastered upon the walls , next there was large white space with nothing inside , it was most clear that the experiments were held here.
"so , your a smart one huh?" bowser asked (y/n).
"well... i wouldn't say that! everybody in here is smart! maybe some smarter than others... but we all share the same intelligence!" (y/n) explained.
"what now? am i your pet?" bowser said uninterested.
"pet? thats a strong word... i-i-i prefer... friend?" (y/n) panicked.
bowser smugly smiled to himself watch (y/n) adorably panic. (y/n) unscrewed the top of the jar and walked into the tank and placed bowser on the tiled floor , turning her back away from bowser "i wonder how princess peach made you so small? maybe it's some special substance or–" she turned back around to see bowser who quickly regained his original size.
"i feel so much better..." bowser growled while stretching his limbs. you were bamboozled , flabbergasted actually. the king koopa was standing or towering over your small human figure , the sharp tips of his tail and claws seem much bigger than what you envisioned. everything is much better than you envisioned.
"hey! (y/n) , are you gonna do something or you gonna keep gawking at me with those pretty eyes?" bowser said squeezing your face. his grip around your body was intense yet gentle , (y/n) melted like butter on a hot pan , her mind began to scramble. she quickly escaped bowser's grasp and fixed yourself. "i-i'm gonna do something... just let me prepare..." you stuttered like a fool.
bowser watched as you walked away , he smirked as princess peach left his head and already marked his new princess and thus this started weeks of experiments and presentations while this was happening rumors about you and bowser's relationship started to get... not safe for work.
but this is what bowser wanted all along , oh how he loved when you melt underneath his embrace or how you awkwardly reciprocated his flirty words. the list could go on for ever but it would end tonight when he would mark you as his own.
you closed up your lab for the night and noticed the bowser was awfully quiet which kinda frightened, you opened the lab doors and approached bowser with caution and concern.
"bowser? are you okay?" you placed the back of your hand upon his forehead and found out he was warm to the touch. "oh my.... your so warm... do you want me to get some medication or–"
bowser swiped you down the ground , holding your arms over your head , his crimson red eyes pierced through the dark letting out a low growl "(y/n)... we've known each other only for a week but i've decided to make you my new princess." he declared.
"w–what? bowser..."
he suddenly parted your legs and saw how wet you are "from his day forward , you are mine and i am yours , princess mocha..." bowser connected his lips with yours before lifting you up and positioning you on top of him.
"p–p–princess?" you muttered in a lust induced daze "bowser..."
"ah! call me king koopa..." he growled as licked and nibbled onto your neck , you squirm and wiggle as the pressure of bowser teeth sunk into your skin leaving bite marks and hickeys that won't go away for a while.
"king koopa~" you cooed while laying on his chest , you felt something poking you from behind , you turned around and your heart dropped. it was big , it was so very big.
"bowser...its not gonna fit..." you said worriedly.
"i'll make it fit , my princess" bowser muttered "just relax , it may hurt at first..."
"no! i'm serious! you could rupture a internal organ or cause internal damage or... or..." bowser slid his throbbing cock into the folds of your pussy , thrusting deep inside as you moaned and whimpered.
"your taking me so well , princess... you like me fucking you like this? say it..." bowser growled.
"haaa~ yes~ please... keep fucking mee... king koopa...~!" you whined.
"good girl..." he muttered. "i want you to have my children , be my queen and if you can't... thats fine–" bowser squeezed your thighs as he climaxes and thick cum oozed out your pussy "i'll keep fuckin you until we can..."
your mind went blank , what have you gotten yourself into? is this why peach wanted to get rid of bowser so bad? and if so...can you even save yourself?
Elijah "Smoke" Moore, Elias "Stack" Moore x Black!Female!Reader
⚠️MDNI⚠️//Content: smut, mentions of religion in passing, cunnilingus, PiV
Word count:2,197
"You've been gone since 2023” God forbid I show support for my people in their time of need 😒
Ao3 link ver.
After a day of hard work a lady often just wants to have fun and dance the night away, is that so much to ask for?
Word quickly spread through Mississippi overnight of a new club that was owned by a pair of infamous twins—it couldn't be. Club Juke, your friends said the name was, how cute.
As you walked up to the rustic looking building there was a long line of people waiting to be let in, music from the inside of the club reverberated through your ears just begging you to join in on the fun.
You were going to walk right in without a care until the unsure call of your name made you turn your head.
The familiar voice brought a smile to your lips, “Damn girl! Where you been? Haven't seen yer face since you moved away for that fancy job.” Spoke Cornbread. Honestly, you were delighted to see an old familiar face.
“Oh please, you never catch me when I visit.” You huffed in a playful frustration, but before you could carry on your conversation the line of people behind you hurled bouts if complaints your way, cutting the reunion with your old friends short. Cornbread clicked his tongue and sent you on in.
“The twins are in for a treat when they see you.” The heavy-set man chuckled to himself and shook his head as you kept pushing further into the club, unaware of the band of old faces you would be seeing.
You managed to move through the crowd in sync with the music, body swaying in tandem with the tune.
Spotting your friends in the distance, a smile made its way to your face—happy to finally be surrounded by the people you actually came here to party with; but as luck would have it, the wind was suddenly knocked out of you when a man who was dancing crashed his back into you.
Before you could fall over, a man in a blue suit came to your aid, his hand placement seemed awfully friendly but you were too disoriented to comment on it; only focusing on how harshly he berated the man for simply having two left feet.
“If you don't watch where you steppin’ on the young lady then I think we're gonna have a problem.” He threatened. The poor man nodded his head to show his understanding of the situation and booked it to the other side of the room as fast as the booming crowd allowed.
“Now, enjoy yourself lil’ lady.” He laughed, now removing his arm from your waist only to move them to your shoulders.
“Who do you think yer’ callin’-” You were about to give a smart response, but held your tongue when you finally made eye contact with your hero.
A flash of recognition glazed over his eyes, while a look of mortification graced yours. You’re sure he could feel the goosebumps on your skin when your name left his mouth.
“Smoke…”
Seeing the man in front of you could only mean that his other half couldn't be far away, which wouldn’t bode well for you if they both got their hands on you.
Smoke said your name again, this time it made you flinch and all the childhood memories of puppy love and broken promises came baring its claws at you.
Oh the Smoke-Stack twins, if people were to pick out the type of crowd the twins usually tend to draw in, you probably wouldn’t be their go-to guess—but some would say you were in the right place at the right time, or that you were just really unlucky; but something that couldn't be debated among anyone back then was that those boys cherished you.
-
A pastor's daughter and regular church goer, that's what all the grown folks would refer to you as, never truly by your name.
Growing up, your father and everyone who knew him spoke ill of the pair of twins who would often be finding themselves in trouble.
Don't get mixed up in company like that…
You told yourself, but unfortunately that prayer seemed to have fallen on deaf ears seeing as how the trouble found you instead. The twins seemed to have been drawn in by all the alarm bells that were meant to actually keep them away.
Once the boys got their hand on you, the three of you made for an interesting group, if anything, the adults thought that maybe you were just the right influence they needed to steer them on the right track—Unfortunately for them, this ended up having the opposite effect.
To be fair, you were never rude to those who showed you respect, but the twins’ ‘Don't take shit from anyone’ attitude rubbed off on you hard.
Stack seemed more receptive to your usual kind nature and would often let you have your way with him, even letting their dreams of moving to Chicago slip out, but the other brother was the one who forced you to develop a sharp tongue; Smoke's jabs often bordered on scathing to just actual bullying.
When you finally matched his energy the boy was at a loss for words, just gave a click of the tongue and a, “Whatever man…” Smoke wouldn’t admit it but he was a little proud of you for a split second, just minus Stacks’ frame doubled over in laughter.
Tender moments were few and far between when is came to them, but in the off chance they let you near their hair; a matching set of conrows would send you over the moon. It was your idea of bonding and also one of the rare moments where Smoke never had anything to comment on.
You’d like to think you both found common-ground on those days.
So why were you so mad to see him after all these years?
There weren't any signs of a falling out brewing. Just an abrupt departure that left you torn; everyone around you said ‘It's for the best.’ or that you should ‘Let it go…’ but it took years to get over being abandoned like that.
No letter.
No goodbye
Nothing…
-
You were honestly surprised that you remembered their faces after all these years.
Blinking those memories away, your mortified expression turned into anger. “You've gotta be kiddin’ me, you n’ your brother run off to Chicago doin’ God knows what, then you two turn back up with a place like this after the state you both left me in?!”
“So you're not happy to see us?” Stack questioned, inserting himself into the conversation.
Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, these men haven't changed, they're still the same smug little boys who left you in the dust for Chicago.
“Look now, we know how we left things wasn't…ideal but—we all grown up now.” Stack spoke, stationed himself behind you while his hand found its way to your waist. “We can handle this like adults.” His words echoed through the covers of your mind.
There was no denying the twins were attractive physically and their personalities had their own appeal to it, you would know, you grew up with them.
You'd be stupid to deny that you hadn’t thought about them in a romantic sense, but you were a grown woman now; you didn't have to unpack resurfacing emotions that you may have had toward your childhood friends.
Your eyes looked up to Smoke to see how he was taking the situation. His hands seemed casually nestled in his pockets while his pupils searched for an answer in yours, he motions a questioning head tilt as if to say, ‘Well?’
The music and surroundings seemed to slow as you looked around. “Fine…” You agreed, you hoped that you hadn’t sounded too eager, but you don't miss the subtle smile on Smoke's lips as you were being directed into what you were sure was a closet.
The twins sat you on a small table in the oddly spacious closet, it was already risky in your eyes to have been seen with the two, but whatever they were planning to do would have the town in hysterics for months to come.
One hand around your neck, and the other gripped both your thighs. The twins couldn't let you slip away like you always did, they had to have you this time.
Stack hiked up the skirt of your dress, he flashed you a charming smile as he looked up at you from between your legs. It left you feeling hot and embarrassed, yet he hadn't even laid a finger on you yet.
Smoke held your arms in place as Stack began to indulge himself in your dripping folds, his tongue borrowed itself into your slick hole as you managed out a moan.
“Let it out mama.” Smoke encouraged as his mouth made its home on your neck; leaving hickeys and spit wherever he saw fit while his free hand found its way to groping your breasts.
You were being overloaded on pleasure from every angle and all Smoke was doing was taunting you like he always did, “What was all that noise back there for, hmm?” His low, but playful voice teased as he pinched and squeezed at your nipple.
His hand then moved up to your mouth, fingers playing and prodding with your lips. “Did princess just need our attention?” Smoke was always great at getting people riled up, this instance was no different; the man's digits forced its way into your mouth, rings n’ all.
“Suck.” He commanded, and suck you did. The man could only scoff playfully at your obedience, it was clear to both twins that you could melt in their hands at any moment.
The more Stack nibbled and licked at your cunt, the more whiny and desperate your moans became, the more you rocked your hips to the rhythm of the man's mouth.
“Easy girl…” Stack spoke between your legs, his grip on your thighs tightening as if to hold you in place.
You send a hum of protest through Smoke's fingers at the brother who seemed to be getting off on your cries of pleasure.
“What, cat got ya’ tongue?” Stack laughed as he zoned back in on his main goal.
The deeper he sank his mouth into your slit, the closer you got to the edge. Your body writhed against his tongue as one of your hands broke free and made its way to the back of his head, which only seemed to encourage him more.
Fuck…
At this rate you were gonna-
Your body froze as the shock of your orgasm washed over your body, for a moment you swore the party going on outside ceased to exist. Stack removed himself from between the space in your legs, looking quite pleased with himself; the man flashed a smile at you, showing off his grillz.
Before you could catch your breath, the two brothers switched places and now Stack was behind while Smoke was right in front of you.
“You didn't think we were done with you, right princess?” Stack said, an amused grin graced his face as the sound of belts unbuckling made your breath hitch.
If it weren’t for the table holding you up, you know damn well that your knees would have given out.
Your face grew warmer as you felt Smoke gently push your legs apart, his length resting against your thighs. “If it gets too much, tell me.” He stated in a stern manner before sinking his cock into your sex.
The action was so fast that Stack failed to quiet your shaky moans that grew louder as his brother mercilessly pounded into your cunt. The sound of skin slapping in tandem with each other filled the room.
Strings of curses waterfalled from your mouth that made Stack laugh, he made a joke about having a dirty mouth for a pastor's kid; but you would have to appreciate it later when you're not about pass out from sheer pleasure.
“P…Please, Elijah…make me cum!”
Smoke's cock twitched inside you at brief the mention of his name, it was like a switch was flipped in his brain that made him speed up.
You were nearing the finish line of your inevitable high, with each thrust you were sure your vision was making you see dots. The final nail in the coffin was when the man leaned into your ear to say, “God I missed you…”
Your eyes fluttered shut as the satisfaction of both your orgasms washed over you, and a content sigh escaped your lips as Smoke removed himself from between your legs and there's a beat of almost comfortable silence in the air, “I meant that, by the way.” Smoke spoke up, trying to make himself look decent again.
“How we left you back then, it had nothing to do with you.” Stack continued for his brother, “We were…just protecting you in a way we thought would help back then.”
You listened to their explanations as you slipped back on your dress. “I didn't need protection, I just wanted the two of you to be there.”
“We're here now.”
Saw yall were dying over here on tumblr so I decided to chip in and finish this fic lol
