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.
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.
Summary: This is not Smoke and Annie. THIS is Michael and Wunmi.
A/N: The GIF made me do it!
Warnings: Sexual content
The air in the hut is thick and sweet like molasses in cup of warm sweet tea. The words from both Ryan and the intimacy coach dispersed like Pussy willows in the evening summer wind.
Michael traces his fingers across Wunmi’s collarbone, mapping her skin like a quest to keep the memory of this moment alive for years to come. His wide palm travels up to her neck, clutching her throat as he stares into Wunmi’s eyes. Enchanted by the glow of her skin and doll bright eyes, for a split second he forgets that he is acting.
He switches off Smoke.
The intensity of his leering almost frightens Wunmi. It is pure. It is raw. Not for the cameras. Not for the audience.
Just for her.
She looks down to distract herself, her hands pressed on his chest fingertips clinging to the lapel of his three piece suit. She tugs gently, an attempting to pull the fabric down his broad frame, but Michael has no time to waste. Flinging it onto the ground he dips his head into the crook of her neck. Placing soft kisses and nibbling along her pulse, tasting the earth aromatic musky like the candles she lights. He leaves a wet trail down to the opening of her blouse. The cool breeze from the window cause Wunmi to shiver at the sensation.
“Smoke?” She asks with a whine as he hooks his other hand at her waist, turning her body towards the nearest sturdy surface.
“Nah, Wunmi. This is all ME” he replies, his hand on her lower back, roughly fixing her form as she bends over the mahogany table. Her dove-shaped eyes widen in fear and realisation, tilling her head back to sneak a glance at him. But his eyes do not meet her stare. Michael is too focused on the task at hand, the challenge laid out infront of him. His gaze is steady on the curve of her waist and thickness of her hips, hidden under the blue-ish purple checked dress.
He knows the seconds are counting down and time is running out. In a rush, he hikes up her skirt desperately and a bit too far up, exposing the smooth brown skin of her thighs. Wunmi mewls quietly, as his hands travel along the thin laced hem of her red panties. He smirks as the sound, holds her hips in place and begins to rock against the cleft of her round voluptuous cheeks, he can feel her heat.
“You feel so good girl” He mutters, “I need to feel that for real.”
The sharp sound of zip is heard, followed by a gasp let out from Wunmi’s lungs as Michael unzips his slacks, freeing his length from its constraints.
Like honey poured onto a sugar cube, her curvy frame melts into his body. She reaches up caressing his scalp, holding him closer as he thrusts his exposed length across her thinly covered centre. The wet warmth of her pearl is no longer a secret and Michael grinds deeply. Rocking into her, teasing her quivering lips with the thick firm head of his shaft.
“Wunmi, you feeling it?’ He mocks, grunting into her left ear. Her damp panties are the only thing keeping him at bay. She lets out a squeak. Moaning at the thickness and power of his aura around her. She grinds back against him, hoping to feel more, take more, because she deserves more. Matching her motion Michael pushes forward, purposely grinding his length over her slick covered lips, nudging at her clit with every stroke. He keep his hands in a tight clench at her hips, pulling her back into him as he senses her legs buckle between them.
Wunmi bites her lips, linking her hands with his as her nipples grow taut against the cotton fabric of her blouse.
“CUT!” Ryan yells.
The motion comes to a halt as the pair freeze, forgetting that this was just a scene...
A/N: Not back but I really had to write this! The GIF has been flying through my feed! Bye xx
Don’t stop gorgeous! It’s your account and your pen. You writing what you like, if they ain’t like it they scroll ! Please don’t let these miserable people get on your mind.
Lot of them shipping real people who are married or in relationships AND none of your writing cross the line of indecency. Michael or Wunmi won’t coming on tumblr and say : oh oh user tallula writing about us.
There literally people here thirsting on Justin Bieber, Damson Idris, Aaron Pierre and ALL THESE MEN ARE COMMITTED.
These people hate it because it’s Wunmi. They hate to see a full size black dark skin women being written with the men they found aesthetically pleasing. Because they’re ashamed of themselves.
Imma read it, imma read all your works because you’re an AMAZING writer !
and if that can help you, don’t allow people to ask anonymously. Let them fucker come with their real face. Coward ass bitches
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 white 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: 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: This is not Smoke and Annie. THIS is Michael and Wunmi.
A/N: The GIF made me do it!
Warnings: Sexual content
The air in the hut is thick and sweet like molasses in cup of warm sweet tea. The words from both Ryan and the intimacy coach dispersed like Pussy willows in the evening summer wind.
Michael traces his fingers across Wunmi’s collarbone, mapping her skin like a quest to keep the memory of this moment alive for years to come. His wide palm travels up to her neck, clutching her throat as he stares into Wunmi’s eyes. Enchanted by the glow of her skin and doll bright eyes, for a split second he forgets that he is acting.
He switches off Smoke.
The intensity of his leering almost frightens Wunmi. It is pure. It is raw. Not for the cameras. Not for the audience.
Just for her.
She looks down to distract herself, her hands pressed on his chest fingertips clinging to the lapel of his three piece suit. She tugs gently, an attempting to pull the fabric down his broad frame, but Michael has no time to waste. Flinging it onto the ground he dips his head into the crook of her neck. Placing soft kisses and nibbling along her pulse, tasting the earth aromatic musky like the candles she lights. He leaves a wet trail down to the opening of her blouse. The cool breeze from the window cause Wunmi to shiver at the sensation.
“Smoke?” She asks with a whine as he hooks his other hand at her waist, turning her body towards the nearest sturdy surface.
“Nah, Wunmi. This is all ME” he replies, his hand on her lower back, roughly fixing her form as she bends over the mahogany table. Her dove-shaped eyes widen in fear and realisation, tilling her head back to sneak a glance at him. But his eyes do not meet her stare. Michael is too focused on the task at hand, the challenge laid out infront of him. His gaze is steady on the curve of her waist and thickness of her hips, hidden under the blue-ish purple checked dress.
He knows the seconds are counting down and time is running out. In a rush, he hikes up her skirt desperately and a bit too far up, exposing the smooth brown skin of her thighs. Wunmi mewls quietly, as his hands travel along the thin laced hem of her red panties. He smirks as the sound, holds her hips in place and begins to rock against the cleft of her round voluptuous cheeks, he can feel her heat.
“You feel so good girl” He mutters, “I need to feel that for real.”
The sharp sound of zip is heard, followed by a gasp let out from Wunmi’s lungs as Michael unzips his slacks, freeing his length from its constraints.
Like honey poured onto a sugar cube, her curvy frame melts into his body. She reaches up caressing his scalp, holding him closer as he thrusts his exposed length across her thinly covered centre. The wet warmth of her pearl is no longer a secret and Michael grinds deeply. Rocking into her, teasing her quivering lips with the thick firm head of his shaft.
“Wunmi, you feeling it?’ He mocks, grunting into her left ear. Her damp panties are the only thing keeping him at bay. She lets out a squeak. Moaning at the thickness and power of his aura around her. She grinds back against him, hoping to feel more, take more, because she deserves more. Matching her motion Michael pushes forward, purposely grinding his length over her slick covered lips, nudging at her clit with every stroke. He keep his hands in a tight clench at her hips, pulling her back into him as he senses her legs buckle between them.
Wunmi bites her lips, linking her hands with his, as her nipples grow taut against the cotton fabric of her blouse.
“CUT!” Ryan yells.
The motion comes to a halt as the pair freeze, forgetting that this was just a scene...
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.
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: 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'?)
It’s one of those days where Lula is tired of her house and needs a change of environment. Work has been extra repetitive but it’s her little escape from being indoors. She’s being planning monthly sleepovers at her friends place, Vince was next on her list. Their friendship started back in pre-k on a love-hate level but flourish to true besties over their adulthood. Over the past year they became more comfortable and finally established a strong foundation. With lots of time on her hand she made sure to catch up with family and friends as much as she could before her next project. She had just finished her draft for a true-life romance project, luckily it was for a limited series which meant there was lots of time to review the work.
Back to how she’ll spend the rest of her day, she pops a message over to Vince
Hey Vincent
She drops her phone on the counter as she opens the fridge to make a sandwich, she doesn’t have too wait long as her phone chimes a notification tone
What’s up baby girl?
She smiles as she reads it, a nickname he had been calling her since she was in college and it just stuck. She wasn’t too sure why it made her feel warm and tingly but it resonates with her.
I am good, just wanted to say hi
Girl, stop playing. Work stress or something?
Not really, just I need a change of environment…
One sec, I’ll call you in 5
She nods and nibbles at her sandwich.
Lula head back to her laptop to continue editing her project and looses track of time.
’Shit’ she thinks remembering that Vince had probably called.
She almost trips running to the kitchen to check her phone it reads 8:26pm with 3 missed calls from Vince and a message too
Where’d you go?
Lula shakes her head in frustration and replies his message
I left my phone in the kitchen and got carried away, I’m heading to yours rn
Cool, i’ll book your ride.
She smiles, one thing about Vince that she loves is his nonchalance and non-judgmental personality. She quickly packs her spenddanight bag throwing the nearest nightie and toiletries as she waits for the call from the uber driver. She gets another message from Vince telling her the driver is waiting, she slips on her fluffy slippers and heads to the car
Thanking the driver, she exits and walks to the front door. Before she raises her hand to knock, Vince opens with a smirk on hips lips.
“Is that what you wear around your house?” He asks, taking in your outfit. In her rush, she had forgotten to change out of her oversized tee and short shorts.
Lula squeals, realising how exposed she is.
“Quit staring at me like that”
“Like what?” he replies watching as she stands awkwardly on his porch, not uttering a word. She rolls her eyes with a sigh and pulling the hem of her tee to cover her thighs.
“Like you’ve never seen legs before”
“You missed my calls”Vince says deflecting while staring leisurely at her figure
“I’m really really sorry, time got away from me.” She shares apologetically
In the back they hear a beep, the uber driver steps out holding her belongings. Lula steps in front of Vince, he has a policy about people knowing where he lives and it’d be her fault if this driver recognised him
“Miss, you forgot your bag”
Lula smiles as she turns and thanks him again watching him drive away.
“You must be stressed if you’re forgetful like that” Vince laughs, she shrugs and walks in dropping her bag on the couch.
“What’s in the bag?”He asks closing the door behinnd him
“Urm… Sleepover?” She replies softly
Vince raises his eyebrows in surprise as he nods. Lula looks around like she hasn’t been here before.
“Quit acting like you’ve never been here”
“House tour!” She chants childishly holding him arm.
“Lula, its past 9pm” He informs her”That means bedtime”
She huffs and picks her bag and heads to his room.
“I want a bedtime story” she said loudly, heading to the conjoined bathroom.
Emptying her bag, she shrieks in embarrassment. Packing last minute was never a good idea and Lula now knew why. In her bag was a skimpy little night dress, lilac in color with lace along the v neck and sides of the material. as she raise it to her body, she took notice of how short the length was. She shakes her head leaving it on the counter as she wraps her hair up to take a shower. Luckily she packed her essential bodycare and oils.
“I definitely can’t wear that” she mutters, drying off and moisturising.
She sticks her head of the bathroom door, looking for her bestie
“Vince?” She calls out.
No reply
“Vincent!” She repeats louder
“Yes?” He yells back from wherever he was.
Lula keeps quiet, she will not be yelling nor will she step out stark naked. Eventually Vince walks in with two cups of ginger and lemon tea
“What’s wrong?” He asks, wondering why she’s stuck behind the door.
“Do you have a tee I can wear? Lula says sweetly, but to her surprise and her misfortune Vince smirks.
“Nope” He said
“But you’re wearing one now” She whines
“Nah this” He tugs it over his chest and places it on a nearby chair “Needs to go in the laundry.” Lula blinks twice and keeps her eyes on her his head to keep from looking down. She remembers that she’s still naked hidden behind the door as she huffs quickly closing it. She look back at the nightie, it taunts her but she has no choice.
As the material slipped between the fingers she puts it on and looks into the mirror
“Fuck I look good” She whispers, knowing he might hear her if she’s too loud.
She puts on her bonnet as she exits the bathroom. Not making eye contact with him she bends as she places her bag on the chair.
“Babygirl” he groans, rubbing his hands across his face. Lula quickly straighten her posture as she feels a gust of cool air.
“I’m sorry” she squeals, quickly walking to the bed and sliding under the covers. She turns on her side to face away from Vince.
“I made tea for you” he says wanting to ease the awkwardness of seeing a glimpse of his best friends slick puffy lips.
Lula uncovers her head as she turns and sits up against the head board beside him, collecting the cup from his hands
“Thank you” she smiles softly.
He nods as she scrolls the tv guide, before settling on re-runs. They sip their warm beverages in silence, the tv creating an ambience. Vince doesn’t like how uncomfortable its become so he gets straight to the point
“Your pussy looks juicy as fuck” He mutters
“Vince! Oh my lawd!” Lula yelps, coughing on her tea
“It does.” He admits again with a shrug “Anyway you still want a bedtime story”
She shakes her head, refusing to look at him.
“Words Lula”
“No, I’m okay” She whispers.
“Is babygirl embarrassed?” He teases, tugging the thin strap of her nightie.
Lula continues to slip her tea, quicker than before while starting blankly at the TV fluttering her eyes at the warmth of his fingers running down her arms
“Well I want to tell you a story” He smiles as he lowers the volume of the tv, “unless you want me to bring up-”
She whimpers quietly to herself, ‘he is doing this on purpose’ she think to herself.
“Fine fine, but a nothing scary” she agrees.
Vince takes their cups and sets them on the bedside table to his right. Lula gets comfortable on her side, lowering the covers enough to look at Vince. He turns to look at her, snickering at her shy antics, with a gently pull he reaches for her arms. Lula gasps at the sudden contact but allows him to pull her closer to his chest. She fits like a leather glove into the frame of his broad physique, her head resting into the crook of his neck
He situates her between his legs. Her back fitting perfectly into his taut chest, her hips pressed into the warmth of his thighs.
“Vin-” She tries, but is cut short by the feather-like touch of his fingertips on her inner thighs
“How about an interactive bedtime story, would you like that?” He whispers into her ears, resting his jaw on the side of her head. She nods and slowly spreads her thighs, waiting for him to ease her itch.
His hands sink into her folds, wasting no time to curve into the sweet spot. Lula bites her lips to hold in the gasp and clenches against him, widening her hips and pulling him in more.
“Quit holding in those moans.”
Defiant as she is, Lula grinds back into his erect bulge while trapping his hands between her soaked cave. Vince growls and sucks harsh at her neck, eliciting a loud mewl from her.
“Let go for me babygirl” He commands, curling and rubbing against her clit. The rush of euphoria hits her as she stiffens and screams in delight.
“The end” He whispers into her ear.
She curls to sleep on his chest, drawing circles as they sink into slumber.
“Not again.” Vince mutters to himself. It’s the third time he’s woken up in the middle of the night to a sweet lingering scent that has engulfed his mind and soul. He checks the time, it reads 5:43 am. He can’t seem to trace the scent or how it came to trigger such a strong response, but it is a major distraction.
He tries to get comfortable again but nope, time to get up! Shaking his head, Vince rolls out of bed with a grumble and places his feet on the plush rug below ready to start the day. Even as he strolls through the walkway to the washroom to prep his daily routine, the scent lingers. He can almost feel the particles breeze past his naked form.
“What is this?” He mutters to himself in the mirror.
He ignores that feeling and checks his to-do list for the day. Corey has him on a tight schedule with the up coming season of ‘The Vince Staples Show’. Changing into comfortable sweatpants which will be turning heads, a blue snapback and white fitted shirt, he brushes his fade to blend in his cowl lick. In the background he hears his phone chime and makes his way back.
I have a surprise for you! —Lula
With a smile, he raises an eyebrow in curiosity as the three dots appear again before they vanishing. Lula and Vince had known each other for a while as acquaintances but slowly became friends once they found out similar hobbies and interests. They’ve spent time together at the cinema, gym and road trips too. She has slept over once or twice after a night out but just as friends. She is one of the few people, asides from family, that he trusts in his space. Meeting her was like a gift from the ancestors. A second chime is heard and once again, Vince realises that he’s getting distracted.
He shrugs and shoots a message to Corey before locking his gate and driving to the table read session for season 2 episode 3.
——
On arrival, Vince looks around the room recognising a few familiar faces from other reads and greets them with a nod. As he walks around looking for his seat placement but is caught off guard… the scent has returned and wafts right under his nose. He stiffens as his skin tingles and his throat dries. It is frustrating as well as tempting, forcing him to search for the mystery person to finally place the scent. Like Pepé Le Pew, he lets his nose lead him to the sweet essence which seemed to perfume from the back of the room. As his nears the section, he sees a lady facing in the opposite direction. The scent pours outs and he swallows as he tries to breathe.
“Excuse m-” Vince starts.
The lady looks over her shoulder with a shocked expression, as she moves out of the way for him. She was not the originator of the scent.
Opposite him, skin glowing with legs crossed and a skirt hiked to a borderline professional length sat the one whose essence had him restless.
“Lula” he whispers in awe.
He stares too stunned to express any other words, while she smiles cheerfully.
“Surprise!” She exclaims, “Guess who’s a writer on your show!?”
Vince regains his composure. Smirking and shaking his head he focuses on collecting the limited oxygen in the air.
“Lula, you just might trigger an asthma attack” He replies jokingly.
She laughs, while other members of the table turn to look at Vince in worry, Corey already preparing to get his asthma pump.
“I see acting has made you more dramatic” She giggles while sauntering into his personal space. She raises a hand to caress his upper arm in comfort.
“You okay?” She teases.
Vince ignores the people around and proceeds to leans into the crook of her neck. He closes his eyes and let’s the scent take him to his happy place. It smells like home; all warmth and fuzzy. Lula squeezes his hand and he’s back to earth, noticing where they are and how inappropriate it may look.
“Yeah, I’m good” He mutters, backing away while scratching the back of his head.
“So you’re joining the writing team?”
“Yep!” Lula nods with enthusiasm, unaware of the effect she’s been having on him for the last 2 days.
“Just for this episode, but I’m glad to be here!”
He nods walks her to her chair before going to his designated seat at the head of table.
“Welcome everyone!” The director greets “This is season 2 episode 3 read of the Vince Staples show!”
There a bunch of clapping, hollering and smiles the team is happy to see the progression of the exceptional show.
“A brief announcement, we have a new writer joining us today and maybe permanently!” The director nods towards the left side of the room “Tallulah, could you raise your hand?” She smiles shyly and raises her hand an inch above her shoulder giving a little wave.
“Hello everyone, just Lula is fine” She adds allowing the directors to continue
“Lula has worked on various projects within our community…” As he speaks, Vince drowns out the speech and his surroundings focusing solely on Lula. He feels his heart thump quietly as their eyes connect and she looks away abruptly, but he keeps his fixed gaze on her, staring intensely.
‘Werido’ He thinks to himself, know that’s what she would say.
Everything about her is suddenly so captivating; the waist length braids that sweep her shoulders and arms, the white tee snug against her physique and the gentle glistening glow of her skin as the sun-rays hit from behind the window blinds.
He can’t stop staring.
He sense that she can feel eyes on her, as she looks everywhere but at him.
Just as he is about to call out to her, a pen is thrown in his direction. Corey. Vince unwillingly turns to look and the whole table is smirking, few are packing their belongings.
“Is the read done already?” He asks nonchalantly
“Yes, it’s been an hour Vince” Corey shares “I wonder what or who took your attention away?” He says loudly with a grin.
At this, Lula quickly stands up and packs her bags ready to zoom through the door. She exits the room quietly and briskly walks down the hallway
“Lula!” Vince shouts
She speeds up her pace, only to be tugged back by her arm.
“Oh did you call me?” She replies “My music is playing”
“Your AirPods aren’t even in…”
She blinks in response.
Vince looks at her, but Lula looks away, still unable to meet his eyes.
“You nervous or something?” He asks
“Yes!”
“Why..?”
“You were staring at me! Hard as hell too!” She yells quietly.
He shrugs and stares at her more, during her mini outburst her scent spiked and trapped his mind again.
“Oh my lawwd, he’s losing it again” Lula mutters
“I’m just hungry” He comes up with an excuse, “Let's go out to eat”
“Right now?” She asks, finally looking up at him.
Fuck, he thinks to himself. Even her eyes tell a story, pulling him in further telling him promises and assuring him everything will be okay.
“Yeah, just a quick bite nothing too fancy” He adds as he tugs her along to his car.
“What if I had plans?” Lula quips buckling into the seat and adjusting the length of her skirt a “I am a busy girl now”
“And my busy girl needs food” He emphasises glancing back at her.
“Watch the road!” She snaps “You’re being a little weird today.”
“Weirdo.” She mumbles
He smirks and drives to the nearest restaurant.
He pulls into the parking lot and guides Lula towards the the eatery.
“Baltaire?!” Lula blinks twice “You said nothing fancy… I’m not even dressed for this”
He takes in her outfit, as she plays with a loose thread at the hem.
“You look per-pretty good” He covers his slip as a waiter guides them to the seating. Vince pulls out her chair before he takes his own seat. She smiles at him before looking over the menu, he hasn’t even bothered to lift up his own. Her aura is too captivating for him to focus on anything. He observes her in awe; the cute lip bites she does when she is lost in a novel or just reading, the strum of her fingers against the table cloth and the most powerful of them all her scent which sweetly suffocates him.
“Vincent” Lula calls out, waving a hand in front of his face.
“Are you ready to order now sir?” The waiter asks collects their menus, while Lula looks at Vince’s blank expression.
“Umm, I’ll take your best and a bottle of Krug vintage, thank you”
The waiter nods with a smile and turns to wink at Lula. She starts to ramble to the waiter but he walks away leaving her talking to herself. And all Vince does is stare.
“Okay I’m confused.” Lula begins “What is up with you today? Is there good news? Or are you so happy to see me?” She teases.
“Yes.” He says plainly.
Lula giggles and rolls her eyes as they wait for the entrée to arrive. She catches him up on her week and all the drama she’s had at work. While she is speaking Vince gazes at her lips, the words flowing out sound like a lullaby soothing his mind leading him to cloud nine. Her presence sends all his troubles away. Nothing else matters, he is enamoured. Her lips freeze which brings him back to earth, his eye meeting her brown orbs as she smirks teasingly.
“What was the last thing I said?” She whispers lean forward, reaching across the table for a glass of water.
“Sally took a week off to annoy Margaret because she said she was under performing.” He answers correctly.
“You’re lucky Mr Staples.” She clicks of her tongue. “You had the same slow ass look on your face at the table read”
He doesn’t reply but the timing is perfect, the waiter places their appetisers, beverages and main on the table.
“Enjoy!” He sings walking to assist at another table.
Vince watches Lula as she looks at his plate then back at hers. With the sudden warmth he feels, Vince wants to give her the world and more.
“Would you like some?”
“Yes please” She says shyly.
He cuts a piece and leans towards her with his fork, she eagerly opens and takes the bite. A quiet moan escapes her throat.
‘What the fuck.’
‘What the fuck.’
They both think to themselves. The meal continues in a comfortable silence as each try to gather their thoughts. The ambience of the food and atmosphere is easing her nerves while keeping him focused on gathering his own. But his mind has only one clear connection, he is hooked.
——
Lula yaps the day away and it’s soon time for him to drop her home. They walk to his car singing throwback 90’s songs. He starts the car and drums on the wheel to the rhythm.
“Vince” Lula calls gently, “Even though you’re clearly distracted by something, I want you to know that I’m here for you”
He smiles with a nod, turns to look at her before reaching for her hand clasping softly and entwining their fingers.
“Thank you babygirl” 'I think I love you' he thinks to himself.
Lula blushes as she jumps out the car and waves frantically shutting her front door. He laughs driving off.
Back home, he showers and changes into sleep pants as he sinks into a joyous slumber. But just like the past few nights he is unable to sleep, he is tossing and turning.
His right hand tingles reminiscing the feel of her fingers ghosting his own. Her scent is slowly fading from his sheets but she remains stuck on his mind and he does what he always does. Sitting up to check the time it read 2:43 am.
Vince does what Vince does best. Tweet. Logging in to his account he writes a short message:
I need more than just a meal, a promise and forever, deal?
Without an ounce of hesitation, he posts the tweet and sits his phone on the bedside table.
…
Online, fans go crazy!
This is your most sane tweet in months, cuh. @simsoncrimpin
Sis, where are you?! He needs you! @butterbeefl
When are you going on tour? @mrwwglo
You a loser if don’t call, just saying @fladollar
Why don’t you just text her? @Jamoneyal
I’m stealing this, thanks cuz @lovzlovz
If you want to make this real, all you gotta do is kneel. @tallulahneale Direct reply
There’s a reply!!! Find the account people @bzblz
Too many of y’all up at 3am… we have work at 8:30 people. @Moneybagbkuefre
Hurry up and drop season 2 @allenresidtnh
…
He reads through the replies and likes Lula’s comment. Scrolling through his contacts and hovering over her name her contemplates whether to call or text. The clock chimes 3am and the dial tones rings.
“Please pick, please pick, please pic-”
He’s on edge repeating his mantra waiting and hoping that she’s still awake.
“Hello?” Lula says, sleep still hinting in her voice
“I read your reply…”
Lula sighs, but stays silent.
“I’m not a man of many words but I am honest and you know this” He tells her, breathing in before continuing, “I want you for myself”
“H-Huh?” Lula stutters
“You make me smile, your presence calms me and I want to do that for you too. I’ve been lost in thought for days, your scent choking my soul, leaving me restless. Don’t be alarmed but I will kneel for you Lula, only for you babygirl”
“Vince… wha-”
“You don’t have to say anything back, just need to know, are you with that?”
“Yes” She whispers.
“Alright, off to bed with you now” He teases
“Nighty night Vince” Lula says softly
*click*
He smiles as he drifts off to sleep, falling in love feels so good.
-fini-
NB: I tried to make more sentimental and heartfelt, hope you like it Anon!
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.
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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.
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“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.
I have to give you so much props for the Intimate Friends smut you wrote! It’s rare to see stories for Vince let alone quality writing that’s actually realistic and a good length. You did that can’t wait for more 👏🏾
I wish this wasn't anonymous, because THANK YOU! Also kudos to @bendoverboo18 for the prompt. If you have any inspo I'm happy to keep writing!!!
On shakey legs like a new born calf, Lula follows Vince down the hallway to his room.
The walk from the hallway felt like a thousand miles. With his gently clasp around her wrist, she lets Vince guide her weak legs along. Her skin was prickly with need and breaths shallow like she was underwater.
Suddenly Vince halts at the door, turning to look down at her with a sultry gaze, lifting a hand to her flushed cheek. Her mind is fuzzy, eyes are glassy, full of lust and want. He grins.
“Vince” Lula breathes with longing for his touch. She move her fingers to tug at his vest, roaming around his taut abdomen. His skin is soft but firm to touch, radiating warmth that makes her melt. She can’t help but move below his waistline, down to the print that engulfs his sweatpants.
‘Jackpot’ she thinks to herself.
With a little squeeze, she maps out his thickness, feeling through the fabric for the shaft. The weight of him in her hands leaves her flushed and anxious for more. Vince mutters curses under his breath and tightens his grip on her wrist.
“If you know what’s good for you” he groans, bucking into her palm “Quit it.”
Knowing what she wants, Lula doesn’t listen and slips her hand past his pants into the waistband of his shorts. She glances up at him with a glow of innocence that would make any man fall, gripping him firmly.
Vince snaps.
“Bet.”
He edges his large palm to the curve of her lower back, feeling the dimples as he guides her through the door. With a sharp tug, he pulls her back against his front pressing his thickness into the smooth cleft of her rounded cheeks.
“You good?” Vince asks smugly as he feels her heart racing and her breath hitch. The scent of his signature peppermint cologne has her jaw hung open, leaning back into the crook of his neck for more. With no words left to utter, Lula responds with her body. A slow deep grind against his lower region, has her dress riding up, allowing friction and her juicy fruit to glide along the outline of his shaft. Vince didn’t expect her to be this tempting or bratty but he could handle her. She keeps going as he slides his hands under her dress to grip her waist, Lula buckles at the touch of his skin against hers. He saunters his fingers to the top of her dress, placing kisses along her neckline as he tugs a full breast out from behind the hidden cloth. Lula lets out a high pitch whine arching into his manly expanse of a hand as he teases, pulls and rubs at her sensitive nipple. Unable to resist, she bends over onto her knees as if to whine on to him. She grinds right where her slit feels his thickness, needing more friction as the pressure builds. With a sharp hand to her rear, Vince disciplines her while pulling her up and removing his shirt. He glares at her with a heated stare, taking a deep breath to gather his mind before walking to the end of the bed.
Lula cannot feel her legs, her body is shaking with want, her throat dry and hoarse as she is still, frozen in the spot he left her. She watches with a bite on her lip as he widens his legs stretching them out towards her. A rush of slick drips down her inner thigh watching him strip to his Calvin Klein, nothing is left to imagination. Lula is glued to the scene. A wet spot forms right at the tip of fabric covering his length, it has her drooling for a taste. Vince does the bounce thing keeping her in a trance, loosing focus by the minute. Vince is her puppet master and she the puppet, waiting for him to pull the strings.
“Come here” He commands, his voice assertive like a siren drawing her body to him like a bee to a pollen rich flower. She remains unfocused, lost in the sharpness of his eyes, her nether region slick and her taut nips pushing against the knitted fabric of her dress. She saunters seductively to him and stops between the gap created by his legs. He strokes her arm pulling her closer while popping each button of her dress to expose her fully for his eyes and his attention only. Lula flings off the dress and eyes him shyly.
"Absolutely breath taking" He declares.
He seats her on his lap, his eyes mapping the teardrop curve of her breast and down to the source of her scintillating musk. The blackness of his pupils struck fear into Lula as she presses her breasts into his awaiting lips for the ache to be eased. Vince licks at her skin placing small kisses around them, suctioning at the surface wanting to taste the lust as it pours. She squirms, dancing her fingertips along the curve of his neck.
“Vi-Vince” Lula stutters between his gentle caresses and sucks “I need more.”
Being the brat that she is, Lula spreads her thighs open and starts to trace her fingers past her hips and into her needy wet folds.
*smack smack*
Lula yelps accepting his discipline as she quickly returns her hand back to his shoulders. The feeling of the delightful sting on her thighs and against her tush triggered another wave of slick at her centre. Vince looks up at her with a menacing aura, warning her to behave. She shudders.
“That’s mine to touch babygirl” Vince states, lifting her from his lap and tossing her into the middle of the bed.
“If I have to warn you again, we will go to sleep. Is that clear?”
“I can’t-“
“Is that clear Lula?”
“But I need-“
“Tallulah…” Vince glares down at her leaving no room for discussion, stroking himself through his shorts.
Lula nods her head speechlessly, as tears of lust brim at the corner of her eyes.
He motions towards her spread form, placing a loving peck on her forehead. Vince felt her soul tremble under him. Like a furnace, her skin is hot against his hold, he feels guilty for letting her ache this long and apologies with a kiss on her neck, arm and down to her tummy. He rubs her arm, holds her hand and moves to where her essence is leaking.
“You’re going to make me fuck you senseless, can you handle that?” Vince informs as she tries to close her thighs.
His fingers gracefully wander from her knees to her hips, nibbling down to her inner thigh, licking and gripping on everything he touches. He breathes in her sweet scent and nods in agreement.
“Mhmm, that’s what I like” Lula wiggles her hip closer to his face, hoping to draw him close to her wetness. She lets out a soft cry, feeling another sharp sting.
“Relax babygirl” Vince admonished as he rubs the spot to ease her nerves. She was shivering and shaking with need, unable to focus on anything.
“Vince please!” Lula cries out.
He glances up at her, his gaze dark and heavy as he pushes her thighs back and proceeds to devour her wet tight slit, Lula mewls and buckles into his mouth. His tongue dragging across the fullness of her folds, tracing her sensitive nub and drinking in her essence. The luscious drip of her pussy had his bulge straining to rut into her. He grinds himself against the mattress to relieve the pent up ache, enough to keep him from losing his mind.
Vince lets out a deep growl in satisfaction, as he dips his wide firm tongue into her juicy sweet cave.
Lula tenses and whispers to him with a broken voice “I can feel- it’s comin-”
Vince keeps his pace steady and slow, tongue gliding around her walls searching for the perfect spot while rubbing into her clit with his thumb. Her legs start to tremble and her back arches off the bed.
“Hold it in for me baby, just bit” he mumbles but she can’t and she screams. From his subtle touches while on the couches to his demanding caress, she sprays right at him like a hosepipe. His jaw, face and neck drenched in her sweetness, leaving a messy puddle below.
The calm demeanour that he held was gone. She had flicked a switch and like a feral bear, Vince ravishes into her sopping lips, switching from his tongue to his fingers. Licking on her throbbing clit and curving two thick fingers against her spot. She can’t take it anymore and begs.
“Vince baby, please. I- I need you”
He stops and looks down at the mess she’s made with pride. As he moves up to undress from his Calvin Klein, Lula reaches out to stroke his bulge, running a fingers from the tip down the vein under his shaft.
“Is this all for me?” She purrs at him.
“Yeah that’s all for you.”
He grinds his clothed length into the palm of her needy hand, she whines wantonly tweaking her nipple as she stares in awe.
“Can’t wait to fill you up. All that whining and begging ends now baby.” She nods at him, willing to let him have his way with her. She slips under the waistband pulling him out and gasps.
There Vince Staples stood, in all this glory.
The deep V leading to a very warm and very hard thickness, precum dripping from the tip. Her tongue drools like dog watching a treat, feeling the slickness pool again while sucking on her bottom lip, biting until it hurt. He smirks at her before gripping his length in his palm. Enticingly, he strokes the length using his slick to provide friction. Lulas eyes grow wide and glassy as if to ask him; what are you waiting for?
He raises an eyebrow in response, as he reaches behind her to retrieve something under his pillow. A square shiny-like packet. “How convenient” Lula giggles playfully, before taking it from his hand flinging it across the room.
“I want to feel all of you” she adds, longingly smirking into his lustful gaze as a soft patter is heard from the landing. His thickness stood erect, waiting to meet the warmth of her centre. Just then he stops himself with the little willpower he had left.
“You ready?” He asks as he taps the tip against her pulsating clit. Swiping her down her slit and up to her delicate peak with his tip. Lula pulls him in for a gentle kiss as she sucks on his bottom lip, begging him to stop teasing her. Unable to hold on any longer Vince pushes into her wet warmth, inch by inch savouring the grip and taste of her body.
They groan in unison.
Lula can't help the small sigh of satisfaction that escapes her lips as she finally feels full. She says something softly under her breath hoping that he hears, while looking at him intensely.
He curves closer to her form, to hear her mumble incoherent words and a “spit” in the middle. She is taking every bit of self-control he had left, until there is no more.
“Sweet nymph” Vince snaps and grips her throat forcing her lips to stay open as he drools straight into the back of mouth. As Lula swallows and clenches around him, he feels another rush of slick and pressure against his length from the grip of her walls.
“You’re creaming on me babygirl” he holds her gaze with a smouldering smirk as pushes her thighs back, her knees touching her ears.
He edged himself for too long and soon it’ll be too much to hold back. Vince can feel himself reaching his breaking point, so he switches to move Lula above as he settles between her straddled hips. He lifts his knees to prop her up while she rocks against his length, as he thrusts into her at an unforgiving pace.
“Let go for me Lula” He instruct. She screams against his neck, creaming around his thickness and drenching him further, covering them in her wetness. But Vince doesn’t give in yet, he wants to ruin her and give her more than she deserves. She’ll have flashbacks of this moment and beg him for more.
“You’ll carry my baby, yeah?” He mutters, blurting out everything that comes to mind. He pushes deeply into her cave, pulling her down into each thrust. Relentless in his pursuit of her pussy, wanting to leave an imprint on her body, giving her more than just a trip. Lula squeals as she feels him throbbing against her spot. His words are broken, jumbled up by lust and ecstasy.
“Fuckkk”
“I know you’re ready for it”
“Just one more baby”
“I. Need. You.”
He thrusts deeply once more as he shoots his cum deep inside her, pushing in as far as he can, stretching her walls further and deeper. Lula spasm against his length, her pussy milking him for more trying to keep him stuck and locked inside her.
The effect of the high has them both mellow, as he loosens his grip on her neck, but still remains stuck in her wet warmth. He turns to cuddle her on his side, while tracing lazily around her navel. She is loosing consciousness and he close behind, drifting into the post-coitus haze. Just before the exhaustion takes them, they share their last words simultaneously:
“Don’t pull out” She whispers.
“I’m sleeping inside” He mutters.
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The next morning Lula wakes feeling groggy and full. Flashbacks of the night before are sent to her like an instant memory, she throbs pushing back into his already alert length .
“How the hell are you so hard already?” She asks, giggling. Vince pushes into her with a mumble, sniffing into her neck and gripping her breast.
“Why are you so wet?” He replies, as he reluctantly pulls out.
Lula holds back a wanton moan, as she turns to face him.
“Now you know why I have my 'lick it and kick it' roster!” She jokes.
“Any opening on the list?” Vince asks as he cracks an eye open, looking at her naked form.
“Ew no, you’ll get distracted” Lula shrugs “Plus your tongue game is average at best.”
Vince chuckles out loud and shakes his head.
“We know that’s a damn lie babycakes” He playfully tugs at her ear “Now I know why those guys are hooked.”
“Oooo, I didn’t tell you about Maurice! He tried to eat it under the table at work!” She shrieks.
“Hello HR” Vince says “Puddle on table 3.” She snickers rolling her eyes while he laughs.
“This ain’t ever happening Vince, never again” Lula says with conviction. They both share a look before closing their eyes to cuddle back to sleep.
Summary: Lula and Vince get high, a heavy topic comes up that leads them being closer than close. (Shoutout to @bendoverboo for the inspo)
NB: I made some changes; Vince has asthma so he doesn’t smoke.
Warnings: Sexual content, 18+
Word count: 3k
Part 2
Part 1
Working from home was the best decision Lula made today, it’s Friday! Washday was done last week, fridge fully stocked and brownies are in the oven baking. She had not seen Vince since he moved out of his condo in Long beach to a place in Anahiem Hills. His IG was so lowkey that he didn't even post a room tour, but from their facetime calls the house looked huge!
She was going to be the best houseguest ever, with a cute little aloe plant and a tray of brownies. Reminiscing, she felt a little nervous as her last experience with edibles left her flustered and throbbing for 7 hours straight. I will pace myself this time, she thinks to herself.
Wearing her purple mitts, she carefully removes the hot baking tray from the oven and places it on the counter to cool down while she gets dressed.
She hops in the shower, using her dove vanilla body wash and tahitian bean body scrub. The scent travels through the bathroom and sits lightly on her skin. Air drying and unwrapping her silk press she moisturises with cocoa bean bodybutter, Who needs underwear? she giggles to herself as she slips into a knitted dress and everyday flats.
Once dressed she moves back to the kitchen, only to be stopped by her phone ringing.
“New nails, who this?”
“Hilarious” Vince deadpans “Lula Tallulah, you still coming over?”
“Of course! With a surprise too!” She beams.
“Unless it’s a gift card, I don’t want it.”
“Ewww, you still collecting gift cards? Oldie.” she snickers.
“I am a practical man” he says shrugging his shoulders, “Anyway, call me when you get here, don’t want my neighbors getting blind from your uncuteness.”
“Boy you know that’s a bold face lie, I’ll see you in 20!”
She hangs up, packs her LV mini pochette with lipgloss, phone, house keys and heads to the kitchen. The brownie tray is much cooler now allowing her to make square slices and sorting them in plastic containers. After she cleans up, Lula looks around to make sure she has everything. With the aloe plant in hand and the container in a bag she heads out.
She follows the waze map and pulls into his driveway. As she steps out, she looks around in awe at the neighborhood.
“Oooo he got moneyyy!” she giggles, the Quinta Bronson vine runs through her mind.
“Quit playing and come inside” Vince shakes his head standing at the open doorway. She jumps not expecting him to hear her, but laughs even harder as she steps through the door. The house has a distinct warm and homely feel with the signature scent of Vince; honey, sandalwood and a subtle peppermint undertone. 'The scent of a man' she nods to herself. He gives her a mini tour of his house, from the entrance to the garden and his creative workspace.
“Your place is so homely and comfortable Vince. I like it much more than your old apartment”, she adds handing him the gift of a house plant and the container of brownies.
“It’s not a gift card, but I’ll take” He collects them and leads her to the kitchen.
“Thank you Lula” expressing his gratitude, he hugs Lula and her scent engulfs his senses. “Mhmm, you smell really good.”
Lula looks up at him shyly, as she reluctantly pulls away from the embrace, already missing his body heat somehow. She walks around the kitchen trying to distant herself from the building tension and checks the fridge for a distraction.
“Ooo you got peach iced tea and pure pressed apple juice, my favourite!”
“Yeah you put me on that and I’m forever grateful” Vince admits with a nod “none of that piss-colored GMO slop.”
Just as Lula reaches for the bottle, Vince steps behind her to grab two glasses. She subtly leans back into him as she feels his presence, Vince purposefully leans forward to steal the attention of her scent once more.
“Hey, I’m down here Vince!” she fake shouts, feeling a tingly sensational in her lower tummy and feather-like tickles on her toes.
“My bad babygirl, you sure you’re 5’8?” He snickers as he glances down at her before moving to grab a plate for the brownies. Lula shivers and follows him to the counter, she brushes her ample chest against his upper arms as she saunters to where he is stood.
“You pressing up on me makes me feel things Vince” Lula whispers as she tip-toes to breathe onto the curve of his ear “Hope you know you got the right one…”
Vince blinks twice as he takes in what she said, watching her leisurely stroll away in the temptingly far-from-innocent dress. ‘Wait, is she wearing panties?’ He thinks to himself staring extra hard with each step taken.
“Fuck me” he mutters to himself.
“Did you say something?” Lula asks as she sits on the loveseat, flicking through Spotify for a neo-soul playlist.
Vince doesn’t respond and stays composed taking two slices of the brownies and a jug for the apple juice to the centre table. He places the treats down and lounges on the armrest, right beside Lula.
“Since you're being brave today” Vince says, taking a deep breath to enjoy her scent and watch the dilation of her pupils “I said, Fuck. Me.” He stares at Lula with a smouldering gaze as he smirks.
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There was a shift in the room, Vince and Lula could feel the thickness of the air as the tension built, raising goosebumps on their skin as the soothing melody of Ari Lennox plays in the background.
No one says a word.
Lula takes a shallow breath in, as she snacks on her brownie slice already feeling the mellow vibe. Vince has an arm spread across the headrest of the couch, his hand just a few inches from caressing her clavicle and the other on his phone mindlessly scrolling. She can feel her centre pulsating with thoughts of the two words he had spoken, her mind runs wild and she clenches her thighs together feeling the telltale signs of wetness.
‘Is he going to touch me?’ She thinks to herself as she glances at his hand perched on the headrest. Lula watches his fingers play with the fabric, ‘manly hands’ she thinks to herself, quickly looking away.
From the corner of his eyes, Vince catches her watching his subtle movements as she squirms on the couch and plays with the hem of her dress as it rests across her mid thigh.
“These brownies are really good Lula, you change the recipe or something?” He tries to get her to look at him, hoping she can feel the passion radiating from his fixed gaze.
“Thank you” she says softly as she quickly meets his eyes then looks away “Yeah I used a little less cannabutter this time… maybe that’s why.”
“Yeah, might be it. I’m feeling real good babygirl. Real good.” he repeats nodding at her.
She stays quiet.
“Vinc-”
“Lu-”
She looks up at him as there sharing a comfortable smile and Vince nods for her to speak.
“Go on Lula”
“… I-I want to ask you a question” she stutters nervously.
“If it’s about the wall art, please do not” he jokes, easing her nerves. She relaxes and rolls her eyes,
“Now that you mentioned it, who would pay you to paint.”
“That was not a question babygirl”
“You’re distracting me” she mutters but continues “I want to ask you about platonic cuddling”
“What do you mean?”
“Imagine holding a stuffed bear, but instead of a bear…”
“It’s a person” he finishes her sentence, wondering where she is going with this.
“Have you ever thought about” she takes a quiet breath in, “… you know… cuddling with a friend?”
He smirks, as he runs the back of his fingers across her shoulder and up the side of her neck. Lula trembles as she feels her nipples tighten, leaning into his gentle touch.
“Do you mean cuddling with you?” Vince asks, he has never been the type to beat around the bush. Lula plays with the hem of her dress and whispers a small “Yes”, as she turns to curl her legs up on the couch. This innocent action hikes up her dress even more, enough to keep her pussy covered but the scent of her wet musk melts into the air as she faces him.
“Lula if we were to just cuddle, would you like that?” He asks moving his fingertips over her pulse, tracing lines around the back of her neck.
“Y-Yeah, you’re cool and we kno-“
“Listen to the question babygirl, just cuddling?” He emphasises as he stops his gentle caress and places his hand back on the headrest “A hug while laying down.”
Lula feels unspoken words catch in her throat and as he moves his hand back to the couch, a soft whimper desperately make its way out. Vince shifts closer to her, not touching or reaching out but making sure she feels his presence. From his scent to his aura to the feel from the cannabutter, she whines.
“You don’t want a platonic cuddle do you?”
“No” she replies softly
“Do you want me to reach across and caress you?”
“Yes” she nods feverishly
“Okay then” Vince whispers as he leans closer to her “when you're ready to talk, I’m ready to listen.”
From her position he can see the intersection of her thighs meeting her centre. As he takes a deep breath in, he welcomes the hint of her vanilla scent and the taste of her musk as it drifts up into the air, teasing his senses once more. Lula freezes feeling hot bothered and frustrated,
“Don’t play with me like that, I’m ready to talk Vince”
“You sure?”
“Yes yes I’m sure” she replies hurriedly. Vince has a look of satisfaction in his eyes as he beckons her to continue.
“I want us to cuddle” she pleads “and I want you to touch me more”
“Where baby, you need to talk”, he replies, coaxing her to share her hidden secrets. Lula hesitates before making up her mind.
“Can I show you instead?” She whispers. Vince feels his dick stiffen at her tone, not knowing what she has in mind but excited to see what she will do.
Lula gently reaches for his hand, as she widens her legs, creating an opening for him. She positions it between her thighs and up to her wetness.
“I want you to touch me here” she says breathlessly, his hand is tucked close to her sweet spot as his fingertips press against her wet slit.
Vince breathes heavily. His mind is racing, his stiffening bulge grows and with what his fingers are feeling, makes him want to suck her dry.
“Why you ain’t wearing any panties babygirl?” Vince leans forward, running his fingers up to her clit and back down to the pool of wetness. Teasingly brushing at her lower lips, he sucks on her neck and grazes her pulse with his teeth.
“Answer me or this ends here and I will leave you soaking wet with nothingness.”
“I don’t know” She moans, basking in the feel of his voice against her ear and fingers soothing her ache. She desperately grinds against his hand, building more friction not wanting it to end.
“You have one chance to answer me, don’t get yourself in trouble” Vince warns, ghosting his thumb across her sensitive nub.
She whimpers at this, his lips sucking at the juncture of her neck as his tongue dampens the skin. Her eyes flutter and squeeze as she indulges in the teasing of his fingers at her dripping centre.
“Please Vince” Lula begs, too shy to confess that she didn’t wear panties because she wanted to see how far she could push him. She could not let him know this, but begin left untouched was far worse. Without warning, Vince pulls his lips away from her neck and she quivers. As he begins to slither his hand from between her thighs, she squeezes them to keep it trapped.
“Wait!” she whines “I just wondered if anything could happen between us.”
With his hand secured at her centre, he firmly rubs up her slit and pushes past her folds. Dipping into the source of her waterfall, she clenches her teeth and her eyes drifts to his fierce gaze.
“So you come to my house, with no panties” his fingers glide against the tight walls of her pussy “with no bra” he cups her breast while sucking at a the nipple through the fabric “and expect to platonically cuddle?”
Vince smirks up at her as he sees a look of submission in Lula that is unlike anything. He is intrigued. He lounges back against the armrest of the couch, his fingers teasingly move away from her sweet spot. She whimpers as he stares into her soul sucking them clean.
“Lula”
“Yeah” her voice is barely a whisper.
“This is not how platonic cuddling starts” Vince stated as he gathers the composure to stand up from the couch, turning towards the direction of his room.
“Vince wait-“
“Why you still sitting down? Come with me Tallulah” Vince beckons as he holds out his hand towards her.
“You came here for something, right babygirl?” she nods “Good. I’m going to give you much more.”
On shaken legs like a new born calf, she follows Vince down the hallway to his room.
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Next chapter is a home run!
Hope y'all enjoyed part 1 shoutout to @bendoverboo18!
Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!
A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.
Part Six
Vince wakes up early and shoots a message to Lula asking if she awake. He hears a knock at his door. It’s Lula fully dressed and ready to go somewhere.
“Everyone wakes up early here” she replies, “The view is scenic around this time.”
She barges her way inside before continuing “Hurry up and freshen up. We’re stopping at my apartment, it’s more private there.”
“Wait,” Vince starts “Does Pierre not know the ‘business’ that we were running.” Lula smirks at him “He asked me what my occupation is, I’m a pharmacist.”
Vince laughs loudly at her.
“Relax Vince. I told him that I use to do extra curricular activities. He knows that it wasn’t something I wanted to talk about so yeah…”
Vince gets in the shower, freshens up and sorts out the gifts going to his relatives. Lula says thank you as she collects her snacks and drops it in the main house. She goes to waits for him in the car.
“Ready?” She asks as he slides in.
“Ready.”
Once they get to the apartment Lula tells the chauffeur to go, she’ll call him once she needs him. She unlocks the door and goes in with Vince right behind her.
“You got a really nice place. Why you living Pierre?”
“It’s more lively at our home” she replies, “plus I need to get comfortable with having lots of people around.” Lula rubs her tummy.
“Are you pregnant? Already?”
“Sikee nigga!!” She laughs, walking to her bookshelf to retrieve a notebook. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”
She hands him a notebook titled ‘p-p memorabilia’.
“I thought you wanted out” he states, flipping through the pages.
“I do. Your mom called a few days back saying that you looked stressed and I supposedly ‘grew it into an empire’” Lula boasts “I kept this book because I still want to have the memories… for when I’m old and grey I guess.”
Lula shows Vince her system from the first month up until she left. Managing the operation alone was hard but it was doable with patience.
“You make this look easy Lula” Vince grumbles.
“Oh it’s definitely not easy, why’d you think I wanted out as soon as you got back?” She replies “Can I suggest something?”
“Yeah go ahead”
“You should cut off the lower clients. It’ll ease up the work load.”
“Hmmm…” Vince ponders.
“You’re not a greedy man Vincent. I’m pretty sure you’re a millionaire right now because I’m not too far behind.”
“You sure you don’t want back in?”
“Nope and I’ll explain why later” she says “Keep the big spenders and inform the others that stock is down. It’s more believable as you’re already on a break till next week. Right?”
“This is why I fucks with you Lula” he taps her head “You’re a little brain box. I appreciate you for real.”
“I know.” She giggles. “So you got this, right? No more worrying miss Anita or myself…”
“Yeah, I know what I need to do” he assures her with a salute.
“Yay! Now get ready to tour Haiti!” She exclaims.
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The chauffeur pulls up with Pierre in the front seat holding Lula’s favourite snacks and treats.
“Morning Vince” Pierre says, opening the back door for Lula and handing her the bag. “Hey baby girl, everything sorted?”
“ Wi wi amou” Lula replies, giving him a peck.
They drive off as Lula starts the tour, showing Vince around Haiti.
“This is what I put my share into” Lula tells him “All the new tourist attractions including the food spots are Lula funded.”
Vince nods Of course she didn’t invest a dime in Cali, “But before you judge me, our economy needs it more than the USA. Plus lots of employment opportunities for the youth.”
“I ain’t judging you. Here’s your home, I respect it.” He nods.
“Have you told him about the hotels?” Pierre adds, “That’s what made me fall deeply in love with you mon kèr.”
Lula giggles and Vince shakes his head. She so sweet on him, looks good on her He smiles in approval.
“Tell me about hotels cuh” Vince replies.
“My accountant said we may have a competitor, someone trying to get into real estate.” Pierre continues, “30% of hotels across the capital belong to her. Exceptional!” He finishes as he stares longingly at Lula.
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The following day Lula drives to drop Vince off at the airport, without the chauffeur.
“Just adjust the clientele, minimise orders from one of the wholesalers and you’ll be good to go” She reminds him.
“I’ll think about it.”
“You could manage 2 wholesalers, it’s less hassle.” She suggests.
Vince gives her a reassuring hug to let her know not to worry so much.
“You know I started this without you Lula.”
“But I was factored in from the startttt” she sings. “Let me know when you land and please call if anything.”
Vince boards the flight back to Cali, left to manage the empire by alone.
*4 months later*
Vince and Anita are invited to Haiti for the wedding of Pierre and Lula. Turns out Pierre is an infamous businessman across the Caribbean islands and North California too.
“I knew I recognise his face” Anita says to Vince “He’s the son of Martin. Y’know? Jean’s grandpas last born.”
“Ma I don’t know anyone” Vince laughs.
The reception is beautiful and energetic. Lula steps aside to have bestie talk with Vince.
“Thanks for coming!”
“You’re welcome” He replies. “You know what Lula?”
“What’s up bestie?”
“I guess being a pharmaceutical technician wasn’t my dream. I just wanted to be rich.” She giggles at his outburst and he laughs too.
It’s been a fineeeeee day, he says to himself.
—The End—
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Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)
Wi wi amou = Yes yes my love
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Note: Thanks for reading! Hope y’all enjoyed it!! TN xx
