Summary: Smoke and Stack read Tallie's diary to find out she's been crushing on Stack more than him.
A/N: This was the dynamic I picked up on; Smoke is mean-ish and headstrong while Stack is playful and easy going.
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: Sexual content
Part 2
Looking through her online calendar, Tallie proceeds to make a note of the catering orders for the week ahead.
“Journal time!” She beams, reaching to the shelf for the notebook that keeps her thoughts, experiences and feelings a secret. But to no avail. She searched everywhere for it!
“For a pink fluffy hardcover, it should not be that hard to spot.” She mutters pacing around her room.
Meanwhile…
Smoke is running through the Club Juke ledger, while Stack creates the monthly ad for their social media pages.
“Since when do you keep a notebook?” Smoke asks his twin, pointing at the pink feathered jotter in the midst of their bookstand.
“Do I look like I even like writing?” he replies with a guffaws, lounging on velvet wood settee. With mild curiosity, Smoke wedges the jotter from it's place. The feathers on the spine tickle him as he glides a finger down the hardcover, opening the unknown jotter.
‘Dear diary,
Today was a blast at Club Juke! They loved the food and it was great meeting the rest of the team-
“Cute.” a twitch forming at the corner of his lips, remembering the look of joy in Tallie’s eyes. He keeps reading with intrigue.
St and Sm kept me entertained again while doing their meal prep, and boyyyy was I grateful for the distraction. Sm was intimidating (as per usual) so it didn't bother me when he left. St stayed with me tho❤️
I love like when St's around. The playful glint of his eyes and wide stance when he lurks in the hall makes my thigh clench.
and his eyes. his muthafreakin eyes! They just draw me in.
I’d loveee to see 'em eyes roll back when/if I ride his fac-’
“Woah, that’s enough” Smoke mutters to himself
“You’ll never believe what’s been written on these pages” He shares, passing the jotter over to Stack with the leather tassel bookmark wedged open on the page in question.
Stack collects the jotter with a suspicious glance, taking in the feminine attributes of the dainty pages. He flips it closed to check for a name but there is none, he returns to the indicated page. As he reads, his eyebrows raise, he swallows spit causing his adam apple to bobble, before smirking.
“I think Tallie should swing by… we do need a meal prep soon” He grins, Smoke nods and drafts a note to send.
Back at Tallie’s…
A shiver shocks her bones, a superstition that a conversation is being had on her behalf. The diary is yet to be found and that makes her worry even more. In the wrong hands, it could spoil her good girl reputation. A ding is heard from the laptop resting on her desk; an email notification.
Meal prep requests from Smoke&Stack Twins. (Accept/Decline)
She smiles with relief while accepting the order, it’s always breeze cooking for them. Tallie shoots a quick reply to confirm the time and date.
———
With no luck, her diary remains lost and the appointment with the twins was here. She wanted to write a quick piece before seeing them, it would help keep her feelings at bay.
“I’ll be fine” She assures herself greeting the staff at the concierge and walking up to their floor. Tallie knocks on the door in a cheerfully way while waiting for someone to let her in.
Silence.
“They know I’m comin', right?” She says waiting patiently.
With another knock, a buzz of the bell and no response she lets herself in. The hallway is eerily quiet so she turns on the lights that lead to the kitchen. All the ingredients are already laid out on the prep corner of the kitchen counter. Butter, eggs, sugar, flour, vanilla extract, cinnamon, pecans; seems like the twins are craving pastries this week. Tallie hears a baritone mumble and quickly glances around the open plan room. Lo and behold Smoke has been lounging on the couch, the whole damn time.
“Didn’t you hear the bell?!” She snaps at Smoke, he is the only one present. Her tone is sharp, yes, but not writing in the diary has left her on edge. Especially today... the hidden thoughts were running wild.
Choosing the perfect time to emerge, Stack walks in through the hallway in a regal terry cotton robe. She peers up at his face and eyes him to his feet. His hair is damp with the robe hung loosely around his torso. The belt not fully tied. She glances back up, his eyes already catching her lustful stare. Flustered, she looks down and then back to Smoke, who remains on the couch.
“Is she taking that tone with you or me?” Smoke asks turning to his twin with a mischievous smirk, to which Stack smirks back with a shrug.
“I don’t need to be here.” She whisper but not quietly enough.
“Yeah but you want to be here… don’t you?” The mischief behind his smirk is now exposed as he point to the item in Smoke’s hand. Lifting up his left hand with a sway, you see the features of a very familiar notebook.
“That’s my diary!” She squirms. His back is faced away from her but she knew he is smirking like a cat that caught a canary. The flight or fight response has kicked in. Just as Tallie decides to make an attempt to run and snatch it, Stack strolls over to the kitchen counter shaking his head in warning. She freezes, glancing through her peripheral at Smoke still with her diary held high, the tassel moves…mocking her in an Irish jig. Stack steps closer to hover behind her, reading her bright eyes and steady breaths. The rope frees from its hold and leaves him open, chest bare and clad in fitting undergarments.
She gasps as he turns her flushed against the counter, facing the torment of her lust. His hands rest on the countertop, caging Tallie in.
“Secret’s out brown sugar” He growls into her ear.
Smoke finally turns to face them, striding to the empty counter stool. He positions himself directly opposite Tallie and Stack, still smirking and flipping through the pages. She attempts to nab it back but is left bent at the waist and pressed on the surface. Stack remains behind her, tracing delicate touches across the small of her back. Keeping his hips still but firm enough for her to feel the warmth of his nether regions.
“Give it back!” She barks, suddenly fuelled by desire and fear.
“You need to watch that tone Tallie” Stack warns from behind her, removing his hand from her back and returning it to the countertop. She whimpers at the loss of his warm and rich touch.
“I knew you didn’t see me like how we both see you” Smoke starts “You sure do express yourself more on a page than in person.”
She response with a glare, keeping a sharp gaze on him and her silly little diary. ‘Don’t falter, don’t falter, don’t falter’ she thinks to herself, but Stack's gentle caress on her arm cause a shiver to crawl up her spine and lashes to flutter in want.
“I don’t know… what your talking abo-”
Stack smirks at her denial as he tugs Tallie upright, fitting into the curve of her back as he latches onto her neck. A loud mewl escapes her lips as he savagely nibbles, licks and sucks at the pulsing jugular.
“St-tack” she stutter intwining their fingers, pulling his hand to her bountiful chest.
“Whose eyes do you want to see roll back?” Smoke demands, gloating at her demise. “Seems like it’s yours, huh?”
“W-whaa-?” Another moan slips out as Stack attacks her viciously. She always had a feeling that he had a way, with that thick tongue of his. From watching him wrap his joints to it poking out when he counts a stack of bills. Bring her back to the earthy plane, he eases off her neck moving to nibble at curve of her lobe.
“It is mine?” Stack asks, pressing the stiffening bulge of his thickness against the cleft of her rounded plump cheeks. All this while Smoke remains vigilant, stoic and unbothered.
“I-i want… w-want” she stutters, eyes flickering like a light in a horror movie, unable to handle the balance of Smoke’s smouldering gaze and Stack’s desire-filled touch.
“Talk to us Tallie” Smoke mocks her, still firm in his demeanour.
“I want my diary back!” She cries out in longing and thirst. Being touched but not touched enough left her in a limbo. It felt like punishment. The teasing, the taunting, the edging just because of her silly little diary. These men are a force to worship; more than just their aura, more than just their fierce gaze, everything.
“Still got tha’ tone on her Stack” Smoke says with a shrug of his hands and shoulders “You got work to do.”
He stands up and pushes the diary open on the last entry, the title ridicules her ‘Stack&Smoke twins’. Stack moves away from her space, she whines, eyes begging him not to let go.
“Relax” Smoke whispers smugly.
Stack crouches down, making his way under the flimsy fabric of her summer dress. Comfortably sat on the pristine marble flooring. With the back of his head resting against the cupboard doors, he looks up at her. The eyes that draw her in, the eyes that burn with so much compassion and power.
She looks down in acknowledgement, trapping his head between her warm supple thighs like a cushion. Smoke whistles. Her attention returns back to him as he winks.
“I’d love to give you more, but that diary’s in your hands now.” He states, stroking the tent formed by his covered length. Deviously taking in her expression.
Her breath hitches at the gentle swat across her southern breed cheeks.
“And so it begins” She hears Stack mumble beneath her.
He grips the thighs, holding her in place. The fabric of her panties is transparent, the wetness creating a friction. With the tip of his nose sliding against her covered lips.
His tongue follows the out line of her puffy lips through the fabric. tracing each curve up to her pulsing swollen clit and down to the entrance of her waterfall. He glides along, sucking at the fabric, wanting to taste it all.
“Pll-eease Sttackk” She begs
There’s a tut in the background. Smoke is still root on the chair, captivated at her lust.
“Ask properly” He advises, zoned in on her nipple that tries to escape the fitted blouse.
Stack nips at her inner thigh, swatting her cheeks twice in admonishment. She corrects her fault immediately, knowing what needs to be said.
“P-pl-lease Smo-ke, please Stackkk” She purrs.
With a nod, he pulls her panties to the side and slips in like a thief in the night. Tallie grinds on his thick warm wet tongue, his nose tapping at the clit. Her eyes tear-up and her fingers clenching into a fist, she watches as Smoke beckons her to lean forward. He pulls her bottom lip open, invading her mouth with his thumb. At the same time, Stack swats her again and grips the heated flesh of her hips pulling her onto his gushy slick face. Not hovering, he wants her whole weight.
The fiery gaze from Smoke was intense, the simultaneous pressure from Stack causes her to hump his lips with passion. Tallie sucks hard on his thumb, saliva wetting his finger drooling down into his palm. He snatches his thumb back while maintain the leering look of lust she held in her soul. He moves slowly, sinking his hand beneath his slacks and toys with the tip of his throbbing head, the wetness of her mouth on his thumb giving him enough friction. She mewls in delight as his paces quickens.
Stack isn’t letting up either, her slit is plunged with his fingers and her sensitive nub caressed by his tongue not yet giving her what she wanted. What she truly needed. He keeps a steady pace dancing around her clit as the wetness pools on his tongue like warm honey, down his goatee and across his freshly shaven cheeks. Tallie cries, letting out a whiny plea, asking for nothing but to cum. Her head is spinning, moaning feverishly as he eyes flutter from the cool breeze against her nipples.
"She's close" Smoke mutters, grinding into his palm as he sucks in his bottom lip.
Swats her again in warning, Stack reaches the sweet spot and thrashes his tongue. Desperate for her desire, her juice, her warm honey. Tallie let's go with a screech. She spasms on his tongue riding until her knees buckle, her eyes are back on Smoke wanting to see him finish with her. But he keeps his length hidden from her view, stroking it enough to release some tension.
Tallie can feel it. Stack can feel it. Smoke can feel it. It was in the air, the moment, she felt the gravity in the room suddenly drop, then a burst of warmth as she floods Stack with the essence of her womanhood for the second time. The twins groans in admiration. Smoke reluctantly frees his length, still tight and hard. Stack just as burdened but makes no move to relieve his discomfort.
It was all about her, these twins were selfless to the core. Smoke walks away snatching the diary from where it lay. Abandoned in the midst of their activities.
“You off all people should kno’ ” Stack starts as he stands up, placing a kiss along her chin and down her throat “Closed mouth don’t get fed.”
Tallie still in shock at the energy of the twins, blurts the first though that comes to mind.
“Do I still have to bake?”
“Do you want a bun in your oven?” The twins reply simultaneously.
She watches as they glance over their shoulder to peer at her, mischief written all over their faces.
PART 2
A/N: Watch the movie if you haven’t already!!!! (p.s did y'all notice the play on words with her waiting to be 'let in'?)
Summary: More behind the scenes of Annie and Smoke, What did they actually get up to? *wink wink*
A/N: The GIF made me do it and your comments too 🥴
Warnings: Sexual content
“Lady in redddd!” Lula sings as Wunmi sways into the room, perching on the seat of the plush gray couch. This is one of the few interviews she’s had the honor of hosting since the premier of the Sinners movie.
“Thank you so much for taking out time for me!” Lula beams at Wunmi and Michael.
“Thank you for having us here” He replies with a nod.
“We are happy to finally get a chance to meet you Lula” Wunmi smiles in agreement “The tnblog has me giggling and kicking my feet!!”
“You read my blog?!” Lula exclaims, “Ooooo you’re making my head swell Sis!”
Wunmi laughs at the outburst, truly happy to see Lula making her stand in the world of art and creativity.
“Sinners had me in a chokehold!” She continues, watching the joy grace the cheeks of Wunmi as she smiles brightly, while Michael raises a hand in appreciation.
“I was hoping to talk about the hut scenes… particularly when you whispered into his ear” Lula pries with a cheeky grin. There’s a silence which sits between the three of them. Lula picks up on this, observing their body language. Michael’s arms are rested along the frame of the armchair, chest open, legs spread wide and his knees angled to secretly rub against Wunmi’s outer thigh. Like twin flames, they mirror each other, her shoulders upright, curved and drawn to the warm presence of the man next to her.
‘Hmmm’ Lula thinks to herself, waiting for a response from either. Sensing the shift in the room, Lula watches expectantly as Wunmi’s mind wanders and falls into a trance of that very moment.
~ ~
“Cut and cue the soundtrack to the shack montage.” Ryan says, turning to guide the videographer onto the porch of the cosy home.
With an allure of a new moon, Wunmi’s eyes twinkle admiring the love and lust seeping out of Michael’s fingertips. Inching towards him with a dangerous smile on her lips, she saunters behind him resting on his shoulder blade, her hand seeking out his hidden treasure. She closes her eyes as she memorizes the length, girth and weight of him in her hand. Like a moth to a light candle, she latches onto the front of his slacks.
“Your body does remember me and you ain’t even had it yet” She coos into his ears, palming around at his front, feeling and measuring out the thickness. Michael growls at her in warning but bucks into her hand needing more friction, needing her hold right on the full sacs of his swimmers.
“Dare you to pull it out” He urges, his fingers intertwine with hers moving together in sync.
”Little miss innocent” He teases. Being a lady of few words but many actions, she takes the dare. Placing small kisses on his neck while glancing around the room. Carefully, she glides her fingers along his zipper, coercing a grunt from his chest. Her fingers make their own way up and beneath his pants, under the fitted waistband of his briefs and right on the smooth velvet skin of his curved bulge. His eyelids flicker as she nibbles on his earlobe, giving him slow leisurely strokes. Michael bites his lips to keep from moaning, but the tingle in his gut has him pulsating against her hold.
"Quit playin-"
In an instant, Wunmi whips out his length peeking over his shoulder to watch it bounce against his baby blue shirt. The head is slick and enlarged, a creamy clear bead forming at tip. She purrs at the sight, her melody exciting him more as he spills out some more, leaking down her left hand. They watch as the wetness dribbles down to the golden diamond encrusted band she forgot to take off. It presses against his skin causing him to twitch and quiver, his thoughts running wild. She keeps a steady pace, tugging and watching as the slick drips down her third finger, slowly unraveling the metal up and up her finger.
It is barely hanging on.
Michael feels the peak about to hit, bucking and thrusting erratically into her palm. A gentle clink is heard, as her wedding band tumbles to the ground. He grunts in ecstasy finally letting go, erupting his thick cream between her fingers and down her palm. He grips her wrist with a tight squeeze as he spasms, forcing her to watch the beads of cum drop right on the crystal of her ring.
~ ~
“Earth to Wunmi?!” Lula calls “With the way my good brother is looking at you, I assume y’all got a story to tell!”
Michael glances at her once again with raised eyebrows, then down to her wedding band. His pupils dilated in mischief. Wunmi refuses to meet his gaze but opens her lips to utter a lie. The words catch at her throat, as she stares into space with a smirk on her face playing with her wedding band.
A/N: Y’all loved the first GIF inspo story! (PS if Mike or Wums ever see this I AM SORRY and i love your IRL partners)
Summary: Sammie and Ellita (Reader) reconnect after years of distance.
At the age of 6 Ellita was adopted by George Moore, the father of Elias and Elijah. They restored life to the lost love she didn’t know she needed or missed. Her brothers always looked out for her and made sure she had the confidence to survive in any situation life presents. The rest of the Moore dynasty were receptive and accommodating through her transition into the home, especially Sammie. They were the closest in age; 10 and 14 respectively, which created a partners-in-crime type friendship. After skill class, they would walk home together sharing stories and pranks to play the following week. This weekend was the expansion of the church, Sammie’s father was the preacher and that meant he would be spending more time at the parish than with her. But no worries, she’ll see him on the Saturday.
For as along as she could remember, Saturday evenings at the Moore residence has always been busy and vibrant. Her role was in the kitchen with the other ladies preparing lunch for the community, while Elias and Elijah arrange the church schedule for tomorrow. She deslimes and debones the catfish, placing them in a bowl for the other women to continue slicing and seasoning.
“Guess who?” Sammie says tiptoeing behind her.
“Sammieee” Ellita squeals with glee.
The women glance across at her with a warning ‘not to leave the kitchen’ stare but Ellita runs out before they could get a word in. She hugs Sammie like she hasn’t seen him in months and begins to yap.
“Slow down” Sammie laughs at her rambling
“-and then” She pauses, taking a breathe in “Sorry, I get carried away sometimes” she twiddles her fingers nervously, while looking at the floor.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” She asks.
Sammie had being preparing a new song for the service, in hope that his Pops sees his passion for crooning. His voice is harmonious and powerful, she even gets goosebumps when he talks.
“Yep, Pops said I can play at the end” He smiles while swings their hands together.
“I’m really glad for ya’ Sammie maybe you-”
“Ellita!” Elijah bellows from the hallway, sighting her and Sammie yapping.
“Quick run!!” She hears Elias say from behind his twin, as she and Sammie dash to the porch into the front yard giggling.
“Tasks need to be completed little sis” Elijah reprimands loudly “If everyone ran off with their friend, then no work would get done.”
She rolls her eyes, crouching behind the store shed with Sammie as they watch the twins walk back into the house.
They spend the rest of the evening laid out on the warm green grass, staring into the navy blue sky scattered with stars. Sammie reaches over to grasp her hand, which she squeezes gently.
“I’m glad Unc found you”
“I’m glad he did too” She agrees with a nod, as they share a fleeting look at each other.
“Sammie, Ellita!” They hear from the porch “Meal time”
He stands up putting his hand out to pull her up as their names are called for supper. She follows him closely as they make way to the house. Eyeing the food, she sights Elijah who looks at her with a squint. She grins cheekily making a silly-cute face and moves to sit beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. He tugs her ears playfully and mutters something along the lines of her being a handful.
“You’re not meant to talk with food in your mouth” She says, poking at his dimples. A smile creeps at the corner of his lips as he glances down at her, shaking his head.
Supper is in full swing, with chatting across the table and excitement for the upcoming event.
“Don’t be late tomorrow, Ellita” Sammie says, giving her a tight hug as he heads through the front door.
“We’ll walk you back lil cousin” Elias and Elijah say simultaneously, Elias hangs his arm across Sammie’s shoulder.
Elijah whispers to Elias briefly before turning to Ellita .
“Make sure you was-“
“I know, I know. I’ll do them dishes” She mutters, carrying the plates and tableware to the sink. She speeds through the cookery, Pa helps her dry before departing just in time for the twins to return. By the time she is done wiping down the table and sweeping the area, the twins are back smelling like ash and a pungent trail of carbon.
“Pa’s not going to like that” She tells them “Y’all stink!”
“Shhh, go hang your blue gown on the line and wrap your hair tonight” Elias reminds her. She tends to forget and has to waste more time in the morning fixing it. The blue gown in question is only for special occasions, the material is quite delicate so she isn’t allowed to iron it. She places the rich cotton fabric beside the other linens Elijah has beside him. He has taken the mantle of iron-King.
Ellita yawns quietly placing a kiss on the cheek of the twins and Pa too, walking sluggishly to her room. It’s been a long day.
‘Another day in the house of the lord, full of dancing merriment and love’ Ellita thinks to herself walking in with Pa and the twins. She takes her seat close to the front of the hall, looking around for her best friend in the whole wide world. In the midst of the choir team stood little Sammie Moore. His smile was a bright, dressed in clothing too pristine for such a young boy. He leads the team by humming a tune for the first gospel, the timbers of his melody are soothing and full of vigor.
“He is such an old soul” Ellita whispers to herself, eyes twinkling with a smile.
“Yes is his” Pa Moore agrees, she did not whisper as quiet as she thought. Watching from the pew, she beams joyously at Sammie as their eyes meet. He winks at her before turning to his older cousins and uncle with a nod. That simple gesture was how their friendship started when she joined the Moore family.
But as time flew by, they grew in different directions and slowly became just neighbors. Some friendships build a comfortable distance, no resentment or anguish at the lack of contact. That was the predicament for Ellita and Sammie. A decade had gone by with a few brief waves and idle greetings. The past memories of childhood together; running around and playing jest felt like a dream, 10 years could do that.
Ellita felt proud to call herself a Moore and joining in with the Sunday festivities… until she didn’t. She was more intrigued by the spiritually of their ancestors as opposed to the christian indoctrination of her youth. Over the years she followed elders to understand how plants, water and the environment are the keys to good fortune, success, love and safety. Luckily the existence of these teachings were welcome in the community. She had constant support from her brothers Elijah and Elias, who go by SmokeStack twins now and her Pa, but other members of the Moore family did not take kindly to her new growth.
Mainly her Uncle.
Preacher Moore did not approve.
He held back on sharing his opinions, but his actions spoke louder than his words. From subtle ridicule during sermons about her practices to the disdain for Smoke and Stacks ‘new’ money despite their effort in helping the community. Ellita blames him for the rift of her friendship, Sammie had no choice but to follow in the footsteps of his father and join the church as a full time trade. Although she was allowed to attend the sermons, she opted out as soon as Pa dead not long after Stack and Smoke left for Chicago. The longing for the rich timber melodic sounds that escapes Sammie’s voice still call out to her. Sometimes she would listen to him singing next-door and smiles at the now baritone harmony of his vocal cords. Her time was well spent, at 21 she had a learnt more than others her age and picked up skills which were slowly dying off with the elders. Ellita followed the footsteps of her brothers and travelling through many neighboring towns and communities to expand her knowledge on various practices; the art of fertility, health, beauty and divinity. She had taken the mantle as Healer of their community, providing advice and herbs to women and men alike.
Smoke and Stack encouraged her pursuit, seeing her gift and drive for all things natural and close to earth. So they built her a generous log-cabin close to the river where she could grow, forage and cultivate all components used in her craft. Whenever the twins returned from their trip, they would kick back and relax in the scenic surroundings of pine tress and a build a fire under the stars sharing stories of Chicago.
———
Looking up at the sky, Ellita reads the curve of the moon with a look of anticipation and warmth.
“The full moon is approaching” She states softly.
She began to prepare herself, there were tasks to do in order to remain inline with the ancestors and express gratitude to the elders who created this path for her. She gathers her pre-made oil of chamomile, sage and lemongrass extract, powder from grinded yucca glaccua and the cuttings from the bark of banisteriopsis caapi, her herbalist refers to it as the ‘soul vine’.
Taking note of the time, Ellita informs the town that tonight was her day off so she could re-center and prepare for the new month ahead. The message reaches neighboring communities too as well as their local parishes. She had written a letter to the twins a week ago, just in case they would be stopping by for their monthly visit. It was important that tranquillity of her cabin remains undisturbed to regain balance and focus of her emotions, ensuring that the sustenance provided to her community is pure.
With a shiny steel pail, coconut shell scoop and a luffa aegyptiaca, she strolls to the edge of the creek, where brown loamy earth meets the rushing stream of water. She heads back to the cabin to fetch her woven choctaw basket full of oils and powders, placing them beside the pail.
With a deep breath in, Ellita listens to the whispers of the wind brushing along the leaves, the crickets chirping and rush of water along the stones and pebbles.
“Isë” She chants tenderly. (Let it be so)
Stripping down from head to toe, she removes the silk hair tie freeing her luscious locks into its full afro state. The tendrils at the back of her scalp tickling her nape, the cloth that slides along her womanly curves comes next, a pink and red floral print fabric gifted to her by a seamstress.
Not too far away, Sammie is in a dilemma of his own. Clearing his mind after a heated conversation with his Pops, he takes a wander through the pine filled land far from the parish.
“I'm gonna lay down my burden, down by the riverside. Down by the riverside, down by the riverside” He sings passionately. Sammie loves serenity of the outdoors the freedom, the fresh air, it helps create a sublime symphony that blends well with his acoustics. Approaching the riverbank, he sights a shapely figure adorned in an a satin-like material toes shuffling into the water. His eyes trail from her white painted toes to the smooth haunches of her calf, the rest of her covered by the fabric. Her exposed shoulder gleam under the pale moonlight as it shines brightly, a vibrant glow against her deep ebony supple skin. His breath hitches as he looks into the face of the goddess before him.
‘Ellita!’ His soul roars in elation.
His eyes locked on her turned back, Sammie gazes at her fingers as they reach up to her nape to untie the knot of the fabric. And there she stood. Free from the constraints of clothing, free as a school of fish in open water, just free. He remains where he stood, gazing at Ellita as she wades into the water stopping to turn and gather the basket sitting it on a boulder, her luffa floating on the surface of the water. His eyes are glued to her full bosom, nipple looking suckable and tight.
He cannot look away.
His palms are clammy, heart beating faster in fear of getting caught and lust for the woman whom he grew up with. ‘Pearline has nothing on her’, he thinks to himself.
He is in a dazed state at roundness of Elltias hips as she sways, like the water she scoops from the river. The liquid run through her hair, drenching it with moisture just as his feels his own leak from the tip. He rearranges his bulge, hoping to remain stealthily enough to walk away.
But his legs stay rooted in the earth below.
Ellita reaches over to her basket, derriere in the air and tear shape breast hung over the pail adding the soul vine in with the water. The liquid is crystal blue floating against the pebbles and stones of its own origin, unaltered by manmade chemicals.
“Isë” She utters with thanks.
She submerges her body into the water, drenching every crevice and surface of her being. Before returning graceful above, dripping in fresh water. She senses a presence nearby but for some reason it has been welcomed. It is not one that the ancestors or even herself are disturbed by. She hears the voice before she sees the lips that sign the melody;
“Wade in the water, Wade in the water children
Wade in the water, God’s got trouble the water”
“Sammie” she calls out in fondness, standing stark naked in the water as the day she was born. Their eyes meet just as it did whenever she sat along the front pews in church, him in the corner of the choir team. Ellita continues her practices as he winks at her, stepping closer to the edge of the river.
Generous applying yucca root powder across her neck, around her protruding chest, down her stomach and navel to the apex of her cooch.
Her eyes never leave his.
His eyes stay connected to her own.
Spreading her legs, she dips between her thighs, cleansing her folds with a mewl. Then down to her knees and her ankles. Turning her back, she bends over sultry to scoop water from the pail. Sammie grunts.
“Mmh-mmh, Mmh-mmh
God's gonna trouble the water”
A tremor is felt at the vibration of his voice, she rinses the lather and turns to face him. Her desire is visible as the hairs on her neck stiffen, nipples taut and the flutter in her fanny as he leers along her form
“Whatcha doin’ round here lil Sammie?” She asks.
“Ain’t no little Sammie here Ellita” He replies, leaning against the pine tree.
“I can see that…” Her eyes glancing at the fitted curve of his corduroys.
“10 years later and you’re still a handful”
“More like two handfuls” She states with wit, rubbing the oil along her thighs and rear massaging the scent into her skin.
Sammie raising an eyebrow in curiosity, reading her eyes. There’s a subtle look of uncertainty but that fades to yearning as she closes her lashes and tilts her head back. With her back arched, Sammie peers down at smooth curls that hide her lips.
“You know I missed ya, right?” He admits “Don’t like that we drifted apart”
She doesn’t acknowledge him.
“Whatcha doin’ round here Sammie?” She asks again, firmly
“You becoming just as tough as Smoke” He mutters, eye locked on her oiled dripping skin.
Ellita lets out a breath, calming herself before continuing.
“Today’s my day off, no-one meant to be round here boy” she says sassily
“Now that’s the Ellita I remember, cheeky” he says, flashing a smile while inching towards her.
“You been watching me for a while huh?”
“Damn right”
“Wanna to join?”Ellita purrs
He blinks as if to snap out of a trance, reaching down to slip off his dress shoes and socks.
“Mmh-mmh, Mmh-mmh, God's gonna trouble the water” He sings eagerly as the rest of his clothes fall to the ground.
Hi! A new photo just dropped of MBJ & Wunmi standing extremely close (like… closer than anyone else in the shot), and her smile + his mischievous look while leaving fans wondering what he’s doing with his other hand, lol. Would you consider doing a follow-up or a new piece inspired by that photo? I think it would make an amazing story!
I finally found the photo! And yess you hit the nail on the head with his!!
A/N: Once again, love their irl partners!!
Say Cheese
From interview to interview, premier to guest appearances, Wunmi has stunned fans and hosts alike. But one specific person quietly observes her glow the most; Michael. He views every story and post online, checking up on her day after day up to their next awards show.
But today was different.
A chime is heard on Wunmi’s phone, alerting her of a parcel that has just been delivered. Walking cautiously to her front porch, she reads the label and shakes it gently. Something small and rubber like rattles softly against the plastic. With a shrug, she heads back inside just as Michael’s number pops up.
Just a little reminder, make sure it’s in
She stills, holding the parcel in one hand and her phone in the other. ‘It can’t be’ she thinks to herself, tearing through the cellotape and cardboard. Lo and behold a small thick toy, shaped like an egg. Wunmi blushes, recalling their last tryst and the control she held over him that day. She knew it was coming…
But she does not falter, strutting confidently to her vanity she places the box on her dressing table. Infront, hung the outfit of the day ; her fitted mesh sleeved gown, with a high slit that rests just under the curve of her hips. She glances back down at the toy as it mocks and teases her. He would know if it wasn’t in, something tells her that he would. So without a second thought Wunmi slips her little gift into her gushy warmth, tugging gently so just the tip sits at the entrance of her folds.
“Oooo” she whimpers, “This is thick.” A pulse and buzz erupts from the toy causing her to grip the counter, before it shuts off again.
Testing its proximity
Michael pings
Don’t be late, we’re heading over soon
Wunmi looks to the wall clock and pulling the zipper of her gown while adoring herself with her silver-diamond drop earrings. Her chauffeur beeps twice to alert her of his presence, she makes her way and off they go.
The lobby is adequately packed, but she is yet to bump into Michael. His aura swims through out the room, she can feel the heat of his gaze but refuses to search for it. Like a Lion to a Gazelle, he sights her from across the bar where she and Jayme are embracing and twirling to show off their outfits. He takes a sip from the engraved glass while slipping a hand into his right pocket. ’So she’s ignoring me on purpose?’ Bet.’ He wants a show from her and he will get it. Flipping the switch to a low setting, he stares.
Ryan leans beside him watching in suspicion but not bothered, he knew how Michael felt about Wunmi.
“Bet you wish Smoke had more time huh?”, He mutters with a chuckle.
Michael keeps his gaze on Wunmi as her knees buckle and fingers coil, gripping her gown for security. Her eyes finally glance around the room before they meet his. He winks and waves.
Just when Ryan and Michael make a way over to the ladies, a photographer waves frantically catching their attention.
“Can we take a group picture?” He calls out, gesturing to Jayme and Wunmi who nod, assembling at the nearest wall, but Michael has his own plan.
“Women in the centre, men at the edge, right?” He asks the excited photographer who agrees, repositioning Wunmi and Jayme.
Michael glides over to where Wunmi is stood, hovering close ensuring to feel the heat of her body as he grazes his shoulder along her spine. Wunmi remain perfectly professional like the gently pulses of the little toy are not affecting her. He doesn’t like that, not one bit. With furrowed eyebrows he remains stoic before making his move.
His left hand circles around her waist, fingertips kissing the dimples in her lower back. He caresses the fullness of her hips and behind.
“It matches your earrings” He mumbles, feeling Wunmi twitch and freeze, continuing his journey down her curves. The open silt of her dress is a blessing, he paws at her soft supple bare skin, avoiding any chance of exposing his exhibitionist ways and moves down to the cleft of her cheeks to feel for it.
“It’s barely in there babygirl” He leans in and whispers. Pushing the thickness of the toy past her folds, deep into her wet warmth. Tapping it gently as she shivers.
His right hand fidgets with the remote in his pocket, through the corner of his eyes, he glances at her switching the setting up by 4. His fingers are stuck inside, holding the toy in place. Wunmi leaks on him, her eyes squinting with embarrassment and joy.
“Y’all ready?” Mr camera calls, bring their attention to the lens.
“Say cheese!” He adds.
The flash catches Wunmi’s tight smile and Michael’s smug expression on his lips. ’Bet y’all wondering why she’s smiling so hard’ he thinks to himself as the corner of his lips twitch.
A/N: Requested by @chanelbarbbb and @yamst3rdamctrl
Warnings: Smut 18+
Part 1
The raw energy and self-control emitted by the twins was unmatched. She needed to do what she came to do and leave. Tallie turns away quickly, reeling from the pressure of Stack’s tongue deep in there waterfall and teasing from Smoke. The air around her was dense and sticky just like her inner thighs. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she washes her hands preparing to bake their tarts.
Returning to a focus state is so hard.
Emptying her mind seems merely impossible as the question rings loudly in her ears. ‘Do you want a bun in your oven?, she shivers with euphoria while folding the dough for maple pecan pastries. A deep laugh from Stake and slight chuckle from Smoke, distracts her once more. The tempting fantasies of what could happened present in her mind, a myriad of positions, angles and manoeuvres. She ignores them while rolling out the puff pastry, preheating the oven to 350 degrees.
Humming and tidying up as she goes, Tallie feels two pairs of eyes on her form, she deflects turning to wipe down the countertop. The lyrics of song playing in the background agree with her inner thoughts and wants.
“You know I'm saucy and it's always wet, a bitch never ever had to use lip gloss on it”, swinging her hips to the tune, she pops the pastries in the over to bake.
Stacks lowers the volume to turn and look at her, “I know you’re saucy, might have to suck you some more… get my bearding growing”. She giggles with a wink at Stack, bending over to check the pastries.
“Tallie” Smoke calls in a firm tone “Come here.”
Tallie looks around for her doppelgänger, Smoke is definitely not talking to her like that. She shrugs and keeps checking the pastries, switch out the tray for a new batch.
“Second time you’ve ignored me Tallie, don’t get yourself put out because of pride.” He shares, waiting for her response.
She rolls her eyes and grumbles, throwing the tea towel down after reducing the heat for the final set.
“It’s your fault if they burn, Smoke” she sasses.
Shuffling slowly to where she was beckon, Stack watches her leisurely stroll with an amused look. “You better listen to him, he’s not as nice as me” Stack tells her as he walks off to grab a piece of the warm tart and turn off the oven.
Her face betrays her as she takes in Smoke’s form. His legs are stretched out in-front of him, thighs wide enough to kneel before him in submission. Hands rested on the velvet blue cushions beside him, an unspoken invitation to suck at them again. The sweet scent of the freshly baked goods acts as an aphrodisiac causing Tallie to clenches as her centre starts to pulse. Smoke scans her from the corner of his eye, taking in her not so subtle shudder and soft gasp.
Moving closer towards him, she squirms glancing at his hands then to his face. Smoke reads her request and lifts his hand to his thighs, creating space as she takes her seat. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her to say something but Tallie remains verbal silent. He reads her face, eyes are much bolder, quietly telling him what she wants. She mumbles something and gently brings his hand to rest on the fabric of her dress.
It’s not enough.
She shimmies her dress up to her hips, showing him the wet spot on the drench cotton panties, allowing for direct contact with her skin. Smoke bites his lip and grips the mass of her thighs. Smooth in the shade of Hersheys kisses, he caresses the outer area with the back of his hand. Tallie leans into his gentle petting but as quick as he starts, he snatches his hand away from her, not wanting to give in till she begged.
“Smoke?” Tallie whines futilely at his withdrawal, his length twitches at the alluring sound of his name on her lips. She notices the growing swell of his slacks clamping her hands on her dress to keep from latching onto him. The pressure and lack of release was too much to handle. She stares in envy at the darken patch formed under his slack from his weeping arouse, wishing it was against her skin instead. She needs to-
“You want to touch it?” Smoke mocks cunningly at her lost attention.
Tallie nods frantically, her eyes fighting for focus between his smug gaze and the bulge that calls to her. He grants her access as her slips her fingers across his thighs and up to his navel, unbuttoning his fitted slacks, pulling down the zipper agonisingly slow. Smoke bucks up into the warmth her touch, eager to meet the touch of the supple skin. She lets his thickness out of the restraints, pre cum oozing from the tip and dripping down to her awaiting fingers. A grunt escapes his throat as he watches her play with the slippery tip. She licks her index finger before returning back to his bare length, embrace it with the palm of her hands. Hungrily, Tallie lean closer and closer to the dripping tip, needing a taste from the source, but Smoke refuses.
“Asked you if you wanted to touch it, not suck Sugartits” He warns as he grips her throat, forcing her to face him. The tears of love and lust at the corner of her eyes make him smile as he pushes her flat out on the couch, faced up to keep her neck exposed.
But an interruption is present.
She looks up to find Stack above her; robe off, free from any undergarment, just the thickness of his dick blocking the view of his signature smile. Her mouth waters, drool dripping down the side of her cheek. A mewl escapes from her throat as Smoke tugs her breast from the constraints of her dress, tweaking her sensitive nipple to bring her focus back to him.
“Until you learn to divide your attention equally, you’re not getting anything” He adds in a nonchalant tone, Tallie knows better than to disregard him again. So she apologises the best and only way she knows how.
Staring into his darken heated gaze, she raises her hips to slip off the drench panties, holding her thighs back to expose her pussy. Out in the open. Her folds are glistening, the trimmed hair laid flat and soaked. Her clit swollen and pulsing at him, throbbing at his scrutiny. She pins her legs under her head ensuring nothing obstructs his view.
His eyes are stuck on her core as it leaks essence with each throb and pulse of her tiny needy nub. Smokes demeanour is breaking, having her laid out before him like a prize.
“Fuck” He whispers as he peers at her teary eyes.
She is waiting for him to do something. Anything. Everything.
All the while, Stack remains speechless at her manoeuvre, his dick bouncing and dripping precum at the tip of her nose watching it slide down to her upper lip. Eagerly, her little pink tongue darts out, licking it away, eyeing it again before returning to Smoke.
He breaks.
Rubbing his fingers across her folds, she shivers and glances at the manly fingers outlining her juicy fruit. His eyes meet hers again as he leans forward, knocking his dripping head up at her clit, sliding it down her core and back to her desperate nub. Tallie tries to grind up into him, tired of the teasing, but fails. She whimpers, her speech no longer coherent.
Reaching to grab his length and slide it in, Stack instantly catches her arms and clasps them together with one hand. She seeing this position as a positive, his length is closer than before. The thick vein running under his shaft is rested against her lips. With a gentle kiss, she places little licks along him before he pulls back.
Smoke leans into her folded form, gliding along her wetness still holding back.
“Please!” Tallie screams, panting like a bitch in heat, her pussy leaking, tongue out and throat dry
“You’ve got to invite me in first” Smoke tells her, tapping his tip on her folds, knocking like a vampire at the front door.
“FUCK ME NOW!” She wails, Smoke grins and pushes past her folds into her warm, gushing wet hollow with a grunt and sigh of relief. Her walls grip at his length, keeping him trapped and secure as he builds a rhythm within her sweetness.
Her eyes lift up to peek at Stack, his eyes remain lost at the pointed peak of her chest, mesmerised with every breathe she inhales and exhales. Tallie draws him back, licking at his thickness. Sucking along the shaft of his length she mewls, Smoke is hitting her sweet spot, the left curve of his dick caressing the back of her tummy. She might not last long.
“Stack baby… I want…” She moans, the pleasure from below has her mind foggy and misplaced.
“You want this?” Stack asks from above, his shaft stroking across her lips. She nods as best as she could, eyes bright with desire and want. He clicks his tongue in thought, taking a step back to observe her form.
“Nah you’re not ready for this” He says, gripping his length in his palm. Massaging from tip to balls leaking onto the cushion just out of her reach. She snarls at him which Smoke admonished with swats on her rounded cheeks. He pushes into further into her waterfall, her back arching as he hits at the sweet spot again giving her a better view of Stack’s sinful activities.
“You good?” Smoke checks in with a smirk.
“Maybe preacher boy would rather-“
Stack bends her head back and with glee, Tallie opens her mouth for him, as he slides down her throat keeping the sentence stuck like his long girthy thickness.
The walls of her pussy clenches as her eyes roll back, she gushes wetness all across Smoke, her thighs are sticky, his chest is drenched with the squirt of her essence.
“Whose eyes are rolling back now?” Smoke asks with a grin, keeping his rhythm as he and his twin feed on her desire.
They keep going.
Stack slides deeper into her mouth holding it there, groaning at the tremble of her moans against his tip.
“It’s coming Tallie” Smoke alerts her.
“Bout to be full at both ends” Stack echos as his clench his fists on the cushion underneath her head.
All is heard are the grunts and moans of two grown men as Tallie’s fades to black from pleasure.
——
The scent of cedarwood and new leather tickles her nose as she wakes up on a fluffy comforter. She squirms at the gentle licks on her sensitive lips and caress on her ample chest down to her tight hard nipples. A sharp breath escapes her throat, revealing her consciousness to the twins. Stack leaves a final smooch on her breast as he moves to peck her lips with a sweet smile.
“What was that about preacher boy?” He challenges, nipping along the nape of her neck.
“It’s always the quiet ones.” Smoke adds as he spoons her, lifting her hair to suck along her collarbone, leaving wet spots and drool across her naked skin. She giggles at how it tickles and suddenly remembers what got her into this situation.
“Can I have my diary back now?” She inquires, hoping to disguise her dread. Her slip up about preacher boy was not purposely said but in the pleasure foggy of her lust, it seemed to emerge.
And her diary knew the truth… she has thoughts of him too.
Smoke is diligent in noticing the change of her breathing, he looks at Stack and they share a telepathic thought.
“What’s going on?” She asks, trying to sound unbothered but fails to fool either of them. Smoke pinches the warm orbs of skin that lay perky on her chest as Stack steps out of the room. He walks back with her diary in his hands, flipping through all pages from the beginning. His eyebrows raise in shock, followed by a nod of approval.
“Wait- Don’t read-” Tallie tries to distract him, but the secret is out.
Smoke holds her flush against his chest, grinding his hips into her trembling cheeks as she raise her hips for him. Slipping past the cleft of her ass, he glides across her puffy lips. The telltale signs of her desire are no secret to him.
“You want him too huh?” Stack smirks deviously, reading snippets of her diary entry.
“So fucking greedy” Smoke groans as he slide inside her warmth again, she purrs in delight. She reaches for Stack, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
“I’ll stay awake this time” she says obediently, submitting to bliss of round two.
—The end—
A/N: Thank you for all the love for Part 1!!!! Y’all are amazing
Summary: Vince gets back late and calls out for Tallie, only to find she’s up to no good.
Warnings: Sexual content
Tallie lays on her side as she glances at the clock, another minute goes by, another late night alone. She knew that accepting to be in a relationship with a creative would be tiresome but not this impossible. With the music it was much easier but since Vince started his show time seemed to move fast and drift them apart too.
‘Okay maybe I’m being dramatic’, She thinks to herself curling deeper onto his side of the bed. The scent of blue magic and cedarwood graces her senses. With a sigh she gets up and pats towards his closet, grabbing his signature blue hoodie. As she tugs it over her exposed torso the fabric brushes against her buds, the friction forcing her toes to grip into the plush rug beneath her feet. She hurries back to bed and tries to wait for him.
She tries
And tries
And tries
But the urge for a little playtime rears its beautiful head, Tallie knows better than to give in but the scent of him around her pulls hards. It starts as a gentle flutter in her tummy, then a tingle at the back of her legs and finally a fierce throbbing between her thighs.
“I can do thi-“
A chime breaks her focus and she reaches for her phone, hoping for a distraction but the universe is inline with what she true needs.
“issanutbaby, uploaded a new video” - Rosie texts
‘Damn it!’ She whispers into the pillow, tossing her phone across the duvet and guiding her needy hand across her still sensitive peaks with a shiver, down to the expanse of her hips.
Unknown to her, Vince is on his way back.
“I’m home”, Vince calls out.
There’s no response.
He shuts the door quietly, walking through the dining room meeting a plate of his favourites covered for him. He smiles but still wonders where Tallie is. Shrugging off his jacket and Chucks, he warms the food only to be welcomed by a muffled mewl coming from the hallway.
Vince stills and stops the microwave before it dings.
“I know that’s not what I think it is” He mumbles, as his legs guide him in front of their room. The door is ajar, he pushes it wide open, revealing his woman.
Eyes closed, back flat against the bedding, legs bent at an angle and fingers brushing her sweet spot, the image of Tallie holds him like a trance. As his scent wafts into the room, she curves her fingers in deeper, not realising why he feels so near. Suddenly, the feeling of a presence, his presence strikes her. She keeps her eyes shut, freezing the teasing tips of her fingers.
“Why’d you stop?” Vince mocks, “You know what happens now, right?”
Her eyes finally open in panic, as she stares at him longingly. Tallie shakes her head in refusal, making an effort to pry her hands away from the soaked centre.
“Nah, you like being greedy” He warns, stepping further into the room
“Wearing my clothes and touching what’s not yours anymore”
She bites her lower lip, feeling the cool air he brings with him against her slick folds, shaking her head vigorously and apologising with her eyes. But Vince pays no mind, the rules they set in place were for her, specific, and she still breaks them.
“Since you can’t talk” He says, taking a seat on the ottoman at the foot of their bed “Let me hear her instead.”
Gesturing to the moist puffy warmth between her thighs, he watches as she returns her fingers to the stiff sensitive nub. Dipping into her sweetness, drowning back to caress it with the wetness. Tallie twitches, knees crooked as she peers between them to find his smouldering gaze right at her.
He remains calm, but the movement of his chest tells her, he is holding back his need just as much as her.
“Keep going” He encourages, eyes switching from her face to her succulent slick. She wants to beg him for something, anything but words are stuck in her throat like how his thickness was, early in the morning before he left.
A motion catches in her peripheral, Vince leans towards her taking a deep breath in. His tongue out swallowing and tasting the musk in the air, moving his hand in tandem, gripping the base his length through his clothes.
“Please baby” She whimpers, stretching her legs wider for his viewing pleasure, for his submission. Like a key to a lock, Vince crouches closer to her spread display.
“Move that fucking hand out the way” He demands, eyes dark and commanding. No more teasing, no more waiting. Vince grips her thighs, pushing them back till her knees are level against the bed, the heat radiating from his palm creates a trickle of sweetness down her lips. He stares in awe before diving in, lapping it up as it keeps pouring, moaning into her with every lick. The mixed scent of her musk and coconut body butter has him spiralling. Tallie grinds up into his face, wanting- no needing more attention. He chuckles into her honeypot, lifting up to meet the desperation in the windows of her soul.
“You still being greedy” He mocks. She whines, grinding back up to his face
“I asked nicely” She whimpers “Please Vince, let me-”
Her vision blurs, the tingle in her tummy erupts like fireworks. He keeps lapping, curving into her warmth, caressing her walls as she shakes. The last view she has is Vince hovering over her, as sight loses focus and everything fades to black.
Summary: Vince and his bestie go for their monthly grocery shop, with the addition of usual antics.
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: Sexual content
It has been three weeks since Vince came back from his music tour and boy was he tired! Finally back to his humble abode with visits from neighbors, family and close friends. They came to congratulate and express their happiness, for his ongoing representation of the community. But none thought he might need more than words of affirmation. As of right now, he needs groceries.
“I miss when folks stopped by with gift cards” He mutters as he waves the last guest goodbye, watching them drive off.
With the preparation of season 2 of his show, his schedule has become much busier and takeouts were no longer feasible. He strolls through the hallway to the kitchen with plans to meal prep, opening empty cupboards and a single jar of grape jelly, the silence mocks him like the chirping of a field cricket.
But guess who loves to shop, is playful and never says no to him? He thinks knowing the perfect person to call.
“Lula!” He snickers.
It’s been a full month since she and Vince had gone grocery shopping together so this is perfect timing. Times like this, having a best friend who is the queen of nutrition and meal plans is a big deal. She is his go to shopping buddy, mainly for her keen eye for fresh produce and general laughs. He nods to himself swiping through his phone to the contacts list, the least he could do is check in and ask if she was free. The time reads 1:47 pm as Vince dials her number waiting for her to pick.
“Finally!” Lula exclaims “I’ve been putting my grocery shop off because of your touring ass.”
“You really don’t say hello, do you?” Vince grumbles
“Again with this?” Lula tuts “Hello my love, need to go shopping?”
“Is that why you think I called?” Vince questions back.
‘Either she is telepathic or her spiritual readings are super in line with mine’ he thinks to himself.
“Bestie!” She whines
“Lula” He mocks
“So, you are tired of takeouts?” She smirks, munching on oven baked kale chips.
“And your lazy ass hasn’t been grocery since I left, huh?” He wits back.
She huffs, a chip falling from between her fingers and onto her lap.
“I did! The Uber driver was extra helpful” She beams, whispering the last few words already knowing what will come next.
“Why didn’t you just drive?” Vince asks, shaking his head.
“…” She rolls her eyes, ignoring his question.
“Lula” He starts “You have a car, yes?”
“Yes”
“You have a license, yes?”
“Yes”
“Then answer the question”
“...I like when you drive me around” She looks away, feeling his presence in her room, “Plus you know I don’t like driving, quit sweating me.”
“So that’s why you like doing your shops with me” He grins.
“Okay Dr do-gooder, let me hang up-”
“I dare you” He utters with conviction.
Knowing Vince, he will cut the call and not call back, But will be nice enough to text and keep the conversation going. ‘Petty ass’ she thinks to herself, he did it once before and that was enough to put Lula in her place.
“Damn son, I’ll stay on the line” She replies sarcastically.
“Yeah, that’s how I like you. Obedient.”
Lula rolls her eyes and laughs.
“Vince… We don’t play that anymore.”
“...” He keeps quiet as his mind wanders off, slowly flashing back to the time when they-
“Vincent!” Lula calls out, cutting his train of thought and bringing him back to the present.
“Yeah yeah, anyway we need to go asap”
“Yay! When are you coming to pick me up?”
“Now”
“Oh lawd! I need to tidy the kitchen, fix my hair, find a cute dress-”
“Lula, relax we are just going to a store. Like we usually do” He interrupts.
“I mean, it is never just shopping with you… incase your booked and busy self forgot” Lula replies, hinting at the time Vince took her on a merry go round. From grocery shopping to the hardware store and then to his mums for a catchup dinner before finally taking her home.
“That was once” Vince sighs
“A really long once” She mumbles
“I’m 7 blocks away so go get dressed but not too cute this time, can’t be mean mugging for you anymore”
“Boyyyy” She exaggerates “I am always cute especially with the way the girls stay sitting pretty.”
Lula immediately FaceTimes Vince wearing her Lululemon tank top and her 2-week blowout in a bun. She smirks as he appears on her screen, adorn in his signature blue yankee hat. She gawks at the broadness of his shoulders and the expanse of his chest as he inhales deeply. She rests her phone on the table, angling to show the curve of her cleavage and rounded point of her nipples.
“See?” She beams while staring at her screen.
Vince takes a glance at his phone, peering at the suckable smooth skin hidden under her clothing. He tries to do a double take without her knowing and fails miserably. ‘Some things will never changes’ he thinks to himself at her playful antics.
“Put on some clothes, I’m 5 blocks away” He tells her.
“No compliments for your babygirl?” Lula tease.
*click*
Lula laughs to herself turning off her laptop and heads to the closet for an outfit. With the weather being perfect in LA, she opts for a blue dress and sandals. She brushes her hair into a neater bun, applies her Fenty Beauty 450 foundation and grabs her keys just as she hears the phone ring again.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” She purrs in a sultry tone.
“Playful ass” Vince smirks shaking his head “I’m outside.”
She heads to her front door and waves at him before ending the call. Locking up and opening the gate, Lula saunters over to the parked car. With each step she took her hips swayed and her girls took with her too, Vince can’t help but stare while unlocking the passenger door for her.
“Hey Mr. Staples” She giggles.
Vince gives her a quick once-over, taking in her outfit as she slides into her seat. He pulls out of the driveway, as Lula makes light conversation to easy the lingering tension.
“So I made a list of stuff we both need” she states adding x3 to some of the items.
“I’m making macadamia nut white chocolate cookies!” Lula announces gleefully
“Ooo Lula is about to show out!”
“You know that’s right” she agrees smiling.
_________
Vince pulls in the parking lot driving closer to the entrance because Lula doesn’t like to be too far from the doors, he parks and switches of the engine. As she steps outs, Vince notices her outfit clinging to the cleft of her rear, with her curves flowing against the sides like silk. He quickly looks up hoping she didn’t catch him staring too hard, lucky her back is still turned away from him so he’s in the clear.
“I can feel your eyes on me, Vince” Lula giggles as she peeks over her shoulder at him “Aren’t you meant to be mean mugging those men?”
He looks over to where her hand gestures and of course, there were two men sneaking glances. He walks around taking a close position to where she stood, stepping close while resting a hand on her lower back, facing the nosey looky-loos. To his surprise one turns away while the other stood his ground.
Watching…
Waiting…
Taunting him.
Vince smirks at the audacity of this random, as he slides his hands from around her lower back, across her tummy and up to her ample protruding chest. Lula yelps as he adds a little pressure to his hold, looking at the man across the lot. The stranger immediately looks away with huff following in the direction of his friend. Vince walks side by side with her, keeping his hand rested on the expose square-cut of her top.
“You can move your hand now.” She nudges.
“Nah, I’ll keep it right where it is” Vince says in a hushed tone, gently patting them “Plus you seem to enjoy it.”
Lula kisses her teeth, walking away from him muttering curses under her breath.
“You wish!” Lula deflects. “Go get a cart, there’s a lot to do.”
Lula makes her way to produce section with Vince following closely behind with their shopping cart. She places all the fresh items on the list in the cart, sorting the fruits and the veggies. Her craving for sweet potato pie is at an all-time high. Vince can already see the thought bubble rising above her head; peeling the potatoes for the pie and whisking the batter for dessert. He watches her intensely as she makes her way through the list, slowly filling up the cart with fruits, yams, legumes and a two plants. With a confused expression plastered on his face, he turns to look at her.
“Why the plant?” He inquires
“Because it is springtime and that’s the best time for keeping a house plants!” She smiles.
“Noted. But there’s 2…”
“Yep! You need more green in your house and I’m not talking about money” Vince chuckles at her silly joke and shrugs in response.
“Unless its a Fiddle Leaf Fig, I don’t want it”
“Well they don’t have that here so I’m getting you this mint shrub, you can use the leaves in your teas” She adds gleefully. Vince reluctantly agreed as he watches her place them at the foot of the cart, away from the fresh produce. The simple action seemed harmless from where he stood, her cleavage was on full display, giving him an eyeful.
“What’s next on the list sugar tits?” Vince points to the paper in her hands.
“Pastries!” She cheers excitedly, pointing to the section with freshly baked tarts, pies and sweetened bread. Lula is in awe at the variety, her sweet tooth is in overdrive totally oblivious to her surroundings and the calls of her name from Vince.
“So your name is Lula?” Stranger says “What an alluring name.”
She abruptly looks to her right at the sound of her name being spoken by an unrecognizable voice. Staring at the customer, wondering who he is, the tall hefty man takes her lack of response as a go ahead to introduce himself.
“My name is Jamal” He indicates with his hand reached out to lift-up her own, placing a soft lingering kiss at her knuckles. Lula nods back in amusement, while looking at the pastries stored behind the glass windows.
“I recommend the pecan and maple pastries.” He encourages. “Put them in the air fry for 35 seconds, it will blow your mind Lula.” Rolling her name off his tongue like a prayer,
“That sounds so yummy, I love nuts in a dessert” Lula teases loudly, making sure both men hear her intended innuendo. The stranger howls at her joke while winking at her. As he reaches over to point at more nut filled pastries, his bicep rubs across the peak of her chest and a wanton breath escape from Lula, she quickly looks to the pastries for help.
Vince who stood watching the whole display, had finally enough. He makes his way towards them stepping closer to Lula with disapproval written on his face. Her eyes meet his in a gentle plea not to act a fool at this very moment. He cocks up an eyebrow in a questioned expression to which she doesn’t seem to register. She looks away from him, back to Jamal then back to the pies.
“Unbelievable.” Vince comments, ignoring her plea and disregards the stranger. He places him arm around the hook of her shoulder with his fingertips caressing her neck before plunging a hand down the front of her dress. He feels thin mesh lace material of her bra and the perkiness of her nipples. Lula squeaks, but makes no attempt to stop his firm grasp.
“I-I’m sorry about him” Lula stutters “He just likes…to keep his hands warm.”
Jamal waves off her apology, accepting the flimsy excuse and looks up at Vince seeing no issue with what is going on.
“Have you tried almond croissants?” He continues “They are amazing in the air fryer, but mind the temperature so you don’t burn the outer layer.”
From the corner of his eye, he glances to her chest as a second movement is made. Vince is a man of very few words, but many actions. He shifts his hand right past the thin lace and onto the skin of her full chest, gripping and pulling her closer as he tugs at the harden bud.
“You want me to suck them right here?” He teases, feeling and tugging at them “You want your new little friend to watch too, huh?” He takes his fingers away to suck on them, leaving a wet trail before situating them back on tight smooth orbs inciting a puppy like mewl from her lips.
Lula yelps in lust and embarrassment, pushing Vince and the cart into the nearest aisle. She untangles his hands away from her pebbled nipples as a shiver passes down her spine from the friction of his fingertips dancing along her skin. Shifting her bra into place, she turns to look up at him with a frown.
Vince stares at her with his usual nonchalant, deadpan expression.
“Listen and listen clearly” He warns, “If you don’t want to flash your little friend over there and make a puddle right here, turn the fuck around.”
Lula stands her ground, switching from a frown to a scowl.
“Now Lula.”
She remains defiant, hoping to call his bluff.
He looks up from her, smirking as he meets the eyes of her intruding friend, still standing idly at the pastry section, then back down into her lustrous eyes. He smirks, gripping the curve of her hips with one hand while his fingers trace the line of her panties through the dress.
“You wore panties today?” Vince mutters.
He leans her body closer to his chest as he flips up back of the dress exposing her rear end. She whimpers quietly pushing out her lower half for his attention, closer to the palm of his hand and delicate touches of his fingers. Vince groans into her ears, giving her a sharp swat on both cheeks while inching further to the wet spot forming at the middle of her cotton briefs. He cups her centre, feeling it pulse against his fingers. He slowly pushes into the hollow of her aching wetness through the fabric. Lula is slowly melting like the chocolate ice cream in their cart. He feels her arms shake as she clings to the back of his shirt. The steady breaths on his chest and flutter of her lashes as he nibbles on her ear, whispering praises and sweet words to her. He returns back to her cleft, pulling her panties across to expose her cheeks to the open. He grinds his growing bulge against her thighs as he ventures to her sensitive nub. She salivates at the firmness and intensity of his length, but as she feels the friction of her panties and his thick fingers against her clit, an electric shock brings her back to reality and she realizes where they are. Swiftly, she pulls away from his hold and the fabric of her dress returns to its place.
On turning around, the pastry guy was stood watching the whole ordeal. He takes in her flushed look and trembling legs. Jamal freezes as their eyes meet while Vince is smiling smugly, proud of his performance.
Lula rushes away from the aisle, the pastry section, Jamal, Vince and everything. Little did they know… she wasn’t embarrassed. No, she wanted more. On her exit she finds a hidden corner where she hastily removes her soiled panties, putting it in her purse.
Vince finds her in the drinks and beverages section and rolls their cart towards her.
“Tryna get me ban from our nearest Costco” She mutters. She is still grumbling while looking for the last few groceries on the list. He tiptoes behind her and leans to her ear.
“I wasn’t going to stick my fingers into your pretty pussy. Or did you want me to?” He says.
“Yes please” She whines barely above a whisper “I’m not wearing panties anymore.” Vince stills in disbelief, looking at her, waiting for the punchline of the joke. There was none. Lula nods her head as she bends over their cart, giving him a glimpse of her puffy slick lips. He drools at his mouth and drips from the tip of his lower head. He reaches to spank her right on her awaiting pussy, but the pastry guy passes through the aisle avoiding eye contact with them.
“Fix up babygirl, it’s neither the time nor place”
“Bite me” She snarls at him.
With her hair in a bun and her neck fully exposed, he sucks along the pulse of her neck. Placing kisses from the top down to her clavicle. He bites at the warm smooth surface “Tastes like brown sugar” He mutters.
“You’re corny!” Lula giggle as she moves away from him “The list is all done, lets go.”
When they reach the checkout, a short lady with thick curls sitting behind the register, leers at Lula. Vince is not too bothered, everyone is fond of Lula her aura is super infectious and rubs you the right way. Lula winks back at the lady and waves her fingers in greeting. He watches the interaction with interest while placing items of the conveyor belt. The cashier glances at Lula then Vince then back again at Lula, questioning of the status of their friendship. Vince reads her expression and shares a little secret.
“You should’ve been at the pastry section” He looks down at Lula grinning, before looking at the lady. Lula shakes her and the cashier laugh.
“Jamal told me the whole thing” The lady replies with a wink.
Lula blushes while Vince smirks.
“Your friend is very cute” She adds, while scanning their items “I’d have my hands full with her”
“Girl! If only you knew!” Lula sings in her best Patti LaBelle impression. “All these months and he still can’t handle my juicy fruit”
The lady giggles in delight at Lula singing and her outlandish outburst.
“Lula, you sure you want to play this game?” He asks as he packs their items into grocery bags. “No more aisle to run to babygirl.”
“Ooo big daddy is putting you in your place!” The lady shrieks.
Lula looks up at Vince with her best puppy dog expression, as she thanks the cashier before walking towards the exit.
Vince rolls the cart to his car and loads the bags in the trunk and back seat while Lula sits pretty in the passenger seat.
“Guess who wrote on the back of the receipt?” Vince shares.
“Really?” She cheers as she snatches it from his hand to add the number to her contacts “I could see us playing together sometime.”
Vince smirks at her honestly as he rolls the cart back, before driving off.
“You good baby girl?” He asks
“Yes” she replies with a nods
“Are we good?” He checks again
“Not until you finish what you started” She teases “Now take me home Mr. Staples.” Vince chuckles as he drives off.
———
“You’re lucky I’m taking you home this time” He indicates as they pull in to her driveway “Next time we’re wandering again.”
He unpacks her grocery bags into her kitchen, embracing her as he moves to get back in the car.
“I’ll see you next month.”
“Nope, I will be seeing you in 2 weeks, need some work clothes and that means changing rooms” She winks, dashing inside before he can reply.
Summary: Home girl who loves to get ate but doesn’t suckie suckie and wants to prove Vince wrong.
Word count: 1k
a/n: Where are all the Vince Staples lovers at?!?!
Tagline: “I’m not selfish”
Friday night and all the guys on your roster had served their purpose. Eating you out. You enjoyed it more than any other intimate act. So with nothing to do, you hit up your homeboy Vince. You and Vince go back since kindergarten, kinda drifted apart during high school but y’all reconnected during college.
You check the time, 5:18pm. “It’s not that late and chick-fil-a has drive-in perfect!” You thought to yourself. You reach for your phone to call Vince, he’s a homebody so you know he’ll be down to kick it with you.
*Ring ring*
“Hello?” Vince answers.
“Can you pick up some chick-fil-a pleaseeee? I’m peckish and bored.”
“Hello to you too nigga. Get you some manners”
You pause. You know he’s serious and you don’t like that.
“…”, ignoring what he said.
“… y/n, I know you can hear me” he continues, sounding unbothered.
“I want ice tea this time please. Ohh and the new honey pepper sandwiches! Thank youuu”
“Why you always like this bruh? FYI, you need some salad in your diet…”
“Hey! Be Nice!”
“Says the person that can’t even say hello.”
This nigga always doing the most, you thought to yourself.
“You’re coming over anyway so I’ll say hello when you get here. Killing two birds with one stone.” You replied smartly.
“Whatever cuh, I’ll be at yours around 6.”
“Okay; thank youuuu! Byeeee!”
“See you so-“
*Click*
You cleaned up around the flat and went to freshen up. Changing into your nightgown, the one that kept granny pregnant and all her bills paid! It’s extra comfy and you didn’t want to tease Vince. Recently, he’s been calling you out on a lot of your bs and you didn’t want to hear it today. Plus you knew you weren’t going out, once Vince came you’ll probably watch movies till you fall asleep.
The buzzer rings and you press the intercom, already knowing it’s Vince. You look at your outfit one more time to make sure you look presentable.
*Knock knock*
You open the door and see the bag of food on your welcome mat.
“I know damn well he didn’t just drop my food on the mat like I’m a raccoon.”
Vince jumps out the corner, startling you.
“Vince! Don’t do that! You know how I be spazzing out!” You give him a hug, “How have you been?”
Vince picks up the bags and follows you in.
“I’ve been good you know. Just getting ready for the Black in America Tour and the new season of the show, you know the usual.”
“I hear that! I’m hella excited for all of it, you really deserve all and more!”, you beam.
“I really appreciate that and you too cuh. You the homie for real.” He said giving you a hug before settling down on the couch.
“You’re welcome. You can pick what to watch, I’ve just been watching re-runs and I’m bored of them too.”
“Alright, but don’t complain when I pick one of my favourite 80s show.”
You grab a plate and a tray for the food. Just as you set it on the table, you hear your phone ringing. You check to see Peter Peter pumpkin eater calling. Vince sees it too and shakes his head. “Here we go again”, you thought to yourself.
“Why are you shaking your head like that?” You ask, knowing he’s about to say the truth that you’ve been avoiding.
Vince stares straight at you with an unimpressed expression “Why you save his name like that?” He says.
“You know why V, don’t make me say it.”
Sometimes you feel shy talking about intimate things with him, maybe because you know he’s cute but he’s your homeboy and you want to respect that boundary.
“First of all, that’s weird because the story is about a husband whose wife cheats and doesn’t know how to keep her. Secondly, I’ve seen Marcus the muncher, Louis the licker and Simon the sucker all call you before. Y/N you are creative af but you’re still wrong for all that.”
“You bet not be judging me like you don’t have a list of girl names saved worse and anyway, why you be looking at my phone. Mind your business sometimes” you say, feeling heated and a bit embarrassed.
“I know you’re still doing the “get licked and get kicked” out. Selfish ass.”
“I’m not selfish!” You exclaim.
“…”
“… I’m not! Quit tryna get me to feel guilty. You know what, I’mma prove you wrong. Tired of you being all high and mighty.”
You go to sit down on the couch right beside him, staring shyly into his eyes. He looks back at you with an intense smouldering expression. You’re not sure what he’s thinking so you ignore it. You gently run your fingertips across his bare arms, tracing his veins which draw your attention more than usual. You wink at him again before looking away. You bend over, arching your back closer to his zip, slowly pulling down, you realise that his little big friend is awake. Just as you’re about to pull it out, you look up and whisper to him…
