Good Neighbor
Featuring: Elijah “Smoke” Moore
Warnings: Smut + Age Gap (Smoke is 35 and Divine is 23)! Please, don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable! 🫶🏾
IN WHICH Divine asks her fine ass, older neighbor to take her virginity.
Please excuse any and all mistakes! 🙃
Divine's been Smoke's neighbor for about a year now—right across the hall from him.
One day, while she was still in the process of getting moved in, he felt like being kind enough to help her haul a few boxes into her apartment. He did and she noticed that he lived right across from her.
He’s been her go to ever since.
She knocks on his door if she needs something put together. Knock if she needs something heavy brought up. Knock if she needs sugar, or any other common kitchen ingredients that everyone should have. Knock if she needs to borrow money to order food (which she never pays back). Hell, she even knocks when she's bored.
It's gotten to the point that all three of the women Smoke’s currently juggling know of her, even initially asking if that's his little sister.
Of course, he introduces her as his irritating ass neighbor, to which their curiosity and amusement shifts to jealousy.
Smoke pays it no mind, knowing deep down that if it’s up to him, Divine isn’t going anywhere, but they can.
Smoke initially did find her annoying to a point, the younger reminding him of his twin, in a way. After getting to know her in depth, he understood her taking to him so quick.
Divine ran away from her family and hometown in North Carolina, settling in Chicago to get a fresh start in her twenty-three years of living.
In a world where seeing a man as safe isn't safe, he felt a sense of obligation—knowing that that wouldn't be the case for her.
Yes, he’s a little hard on her, especially since she works most of her nights at a well known, local gentleman's club.
Through all of that protectiveness and strictness, Divine notices and appreciates that he cares and looks out for her.
At the end of the day, she’s a good girl with a good head on her shoulders, so doing so isn't too hard.
Like, what feels like, clockwork, his carefree day of leisure is interrupted by someone wanting access to him.
Impatient knocks on his door urged Smoke to toss his PS5 controller aside, releasing a huff of air from his nose. He pulled his sagging sweats up on his hips, trudging to the front door.
"Wait a damn minute." Smoke grumbled just as they started up again. He swung it open, already knowing that Divine is behind it.
"What the fuck do you want, lil girl?" Smoke gritted, irritation all over his face and that usual Southern bite deep in his gruff tone. "You can't be banging on my do' like som' wrong!"
"Damn, can you calm down?" Divine sassed with a soft frown and eye roll. "Something is wrong. This is serious, Smoke."
"Life or death?"
"Uh...No, but—." Divine was cut off by Smoke closing the door in her face, smirking softly at the fact that he knows she's internally throwing a fit. "Smoke, please!" She whined, making him roll his eyes and pull the door back open.
Smoke stepped aside, silently giving her permission to enter.
Divine sauntered in like she owned the place, her black, plush Victoria’s Secret slippers sliding against the floor loudly.
She's currently wearing some light blue, Smurf printed shorts that are too damn short, and a white, cropped tank top that's barely containing her full, generous breasts and resting just above her soft, pudgy stomach.
Divine plopped down on his couch, releasing a loud, dramatic sigh as she sprawled out all of her limbs.
Smoke shook his head with a soft scoff, sitting down and manspreading in his previous spot.
Divine released an even louder sigh when she noticed that he picked his controller back up and unpaused the game.
"I'm 'spose to ask you what's wrong?"
"Yes."
Smoke cut his eyes over at her, pausing the game that he just unpaused to see what's her issue.
"What's wrong, Divine?" Smoke asked with concern so false that it came out sounding almost forced.
"Ugh, It's stupid."
"Girl, just tell me what the hell wrong wit' you."
"Fine." Divine sat up with a huff, looking over at Smoke with a pout. "I'm tired of being a virgin."
Smoke's brows furrowed, and he tilted his head in visible confusion as she looked down at her slippers.
"You a virgin, D?"
He’s not blind. The young woman is very attractive.
Rich brown skin. Thick, black coils that she keeps done in bold, natural styles. Big, soft brown eyes and full, plush lips. Curvaceous, thick frame. In addition, she's intelligent and has an extremely likable personality (even though Smoke will never tell her that).
There's also been a few men that she brought around, so he just assumed that she had to be serious with at least one of them.
"Yeah." Divine muttered. "I know. It's fucking embarrassing. A grown ass virgin that gotta sit back and...miss out!" She rambled.
“Ain’t nothing wrong wit’ being a virgin, Divine.” Smoke reassured her with an amused chuckle. “It ain’t that serious.”
“It’s serious when I have desires that aren’t being fulfilled, Elijah.” Divine sassed, saying his government almost like it disgusted her at the moment. “I’m at my limit.”
"So, you ready to fuck?" Smoke spoke—half questioning, and half asking for confirmation. "I mean, have sex." He caught and censored himself, gritting his teeth apologetically.
"See?"
"What?"
"That! Don't...treat me like a fucking child. Like an inexperienced, fragile teenager, or something!" Divine spat with a frown, making Smoke shake his head, and fight the urge to mock her despite understanding where she’s coming from.
“I hear you.” Smoke grumbled, looking back over at her and returning his full attention to her.
"Yes, I wanna fuck. I wanna be fucked. I wanna be fucked so good that I can…barely walk the next day! I don’t know!" Divine went on passionately, throwing her arms in the air and dropping them.
"So...." Smoke trailed off, shrugging. "You want me to help you ask one of yo’ lil boyfriends to…fuck you?”
"No, Smoke." Divine said firmly, straightening her spine to boldly deliver her next words. "I want you to fuck me."
Smoke froze in shock, but a smile made its way onto his face as he eventually let out a small laugh.
When he realized that she isn’t laughing along and is serious, the most serious he’s seen her since they met, his smile faltered and his heart dropped.
“Wait, fo’real?”
“I’m not laughing, Elijah.” Divine said stiffly, crossing her arms across her chest.
"I'm not fucking you, D."
"What?" Divine asked, the disbelief and shock from the rejection evident in her tone. "Why? Come on! I-I trust you, Smoke! I know you won't hurt me, and—. Oh my God." She paused and frowned deeper. "You think I'm ugly."
Smoke smacked his lips, letting his head hit the cushion behind him with an audible groan.
"Nah, don’t “ahhughh”!” Divine spat, mocking his groan.
Caught off guard, Smoke barked out a laugh. He dropped his head in a fit of snickers as she pushed his shoulder with a mug.
“Bro, what the fuck?” Smoke wheezed in a fit of laughter.
“That's basically what the fuck you telling me!"
"Just because I don't wanna fuck you, don't mean you ugly, Divine." Smoke retorted with a chuckle.
"Is it because of my age?"
"Eh, in a way, I guess." Smoke admitted with a subtle shrug after thinking about it. "I don't have time for attachment and shit. It piss me off, honestly. I ain't tryna stereotype you, or virgins in general, but like....I like my women experienced. I like women who know how to get down to business, then gon’ ‘bout they day.”
“Smoke, that’s so me!”
“Girl, you don’t fucking know that ‘cause you never had to do it before.” Smoke tilted his head, giving her a bored look.
"Well, nigga, I can learn!"
"Divine, it's not that simple." Smoke said with an amused chuckle. "I'm sure there's plenty of niggas 'round yo' age that—"
"I knew I shouldn't have brought this up to you." Divine muttered, shaking her head with a scoff. "Should've just asked Stack."
"Who?" Smoke asked, raising a brow and lifting his head to properly look at her like she lost her damn mind.
“Bingo!” Divine thought, fighting the urge to smirk.
"Nobody."
"Don't fucking play wit' me, Divine." Smoke said sternly, making her roll her eyes with the soft, prideful smirk that she couldn’t resist.
The jokes on him, actually. He isn't scaring her, he's actually making her want to be fucked more. He doesn't even know why that remark irritated him so much. He just knows that it did.
"Look, I came to you because you're the only man that I trust with this. I trust you with me, and…I trust you to be honest, I guess.” Divine spoke seriously, looking away and fiddling with her long, black acrylic nails. "If you don't want to do it, that's fine. I'll just try to take your earlier advice. You can just give me pointers, or some shit, at least." She stressed, releasing a soft, anxious sigh at the thought.
“You can’t just play wit’ yourself?”
“It’s not the same.” Divine admitted with defeat. “It’s like there’s an itch there that I can’t scratch, Elijah.” She grumbled, sinking back into the couch and deflating.
Smoke stared over at her, lost in thought as he nibbled on the inside of his cheek. Divine shook her head as she stared at the ceiling.
When she sat up to speak again, attempting to change the subject, Smoke cut her off.
“You sure you want to?” Smoke asked with a never before seen tenderness that made her visibly freeze and her eyes to light up.
“Yeah.” Divine breathed out, nodding feverishly. “I-I do. I’m so sure.” She rushed out, softly smiling.
"Bet." Smoke said with a "fuck it" shrug and a heavy exhale. "C'mere."
Divine barely let him get his words out before she leapt onto his big, bulky frame.
Smoke firmly gripped her hips as she straddled him, staring down at him and biting back her smile. She don’t want to come off as too excited. She definitely don’t want to show just how much she’s been secretly dreaming and fantasizing about this.
Smoke stared up at her and examined her with so much intensity that Divine grew convinced that he’s reading her mind just as thoroughly as he’s reading her physical.
"You know how to kiss, right?"
"A little." Divine said softly, making him nod.
"Show me."
Divine leaned down, smashing her lips onto his. Smoke attempted to set the rhythm, but her eagerness overtook him, making him grip her neck firmly to physically try and slow her down.
When she didn’t get the message, a soft laugh slipped out of him, making her pull back and look down at him with a sheepish smile.
“You actin’ greedy as hell, right na.”
“Sorry.” Divine muttered quickly before leaning down, grabbing his face and gently locking her lips onto his—desperate to correct herself.
Divine began to follow Smoke’s lead and pace, her brows furrowing slightly at the newness of him introducing tongue.
When she got the hang of it to a point, the awkwardness seemed to fade as she melted into him, moaning softly and demanding more.
Smoke hummed softly in approval when she began to move her lips and tongue fluidly against his, gripping her hips with one hand and the front of her neck with the other.
This grip of her neck held an entirely different energy.
The warmth from the firm hold and the small, sexy sound of praise went straight to her core that's already hot, pulsing, and ready.
"Get up." Smoke rasped against her lips, nipping at her bottom one as she stared at him, dazed.
"Why?"
“We gotta get out these clothes to fuck, Divine." Smoke muttered with a soft laugh, causing her face to heat up.
"Oh…I knew that." Divine muttered, standing to her feet and giving Smoke the space to do so, as well.
Divine pulled her tank top over her head, letting her luscious globes fall free without shame.
Her nipples are erect and already stiff from the heightened sexual tension in the room.
Stripping herself bare for Smoke held a type of exhilaration that’s entirely different than doing it to make money at the club.
Her eyes fell on Smoke's heavenly sculpted torso as he tossed his hoodie to the side.
The sight of his gold chain against his gorgeously bronzed skin and his arm muscles flexing with minimal movement nearly made her mouth water.
Smoke noticed that she was staring and quirked a brow with a soft smirk. Divine flirtatiously smiled and turned her back to him, looking back to see him hungrily watching her shimmy out of her shorts and panties while he got rid of his sweats—leaving him in his grey briefs.
Smoke was behind her before she could even attempt to turn her front back in his direction.
A giggle slipped from Divine’s lips as he gripped her hair, loving the weight and presence of him hot and heavy against her backside.
“Call yo’self teasing me, lil girl?”
“I’m just doing what you told me to do, Elijah.” Divine said softly, feigning innocence while looking back at him and batting her wispy lashes.
Smoke hummed with a soft smirk, pulling her towards his dimly lit bedroom—the only light illuminating it being from his TV’s screensaver. He threw her onto the bed before looming over her and slotting himself between her legs, kissing her with slow, teasing intensity.
The anticipation made Divine whimper against his lips and lock her legs around him, chasing the friction that occurred whenever her swollen clit brushed against the bulk of him in his briefs with gentle shifts of her wide hips.
"Ever got yo’ pussy ate?" Smoke asked against her lips.
"Yeah, but I didn’t like it." Divine said with a soft whimper.
“What you ain’t like about it?” Smoke asked curiously, reaching between her legs and gathering some of her slick onto his thumb before circling it around her aching clit.
The sound of her breath hitching made his dick twitch in its confines, the man licking his lips as his eyes stayed locked with hers.
“It didn’t…feel like anything. It was really wet, too. Like, entirely too much spit.” Divine breathlessly giggled at the memory with a pleasurable sigh from Smoke’s ministration. “The only thing my pussy really likes is when I hump my pillow.” She admitted shyly, earning a chuckle from Smoke.
“I wanna see som.” Smoke muttered, giving her a light kiss. “I’m gon’ eat yo’ pussy. That’s okay wit’ you?”
Divine reluctantly nodded, scooting back and spreading her legs wider to give him more access.
When it comes to Smoke, she’s convinced she’d let him do anything that he wanted to do to her.
Divine sat up on her elbows, tilting her head as she watched his gaze brush over every inch of her pussy that’s wet and flushed from arousal.
Before she could ask him what he was looking at, Smoke spoke.
“Pretty.” Smoke muttered, that one word making her blush like crazy. Just as she started to shyly clamp her legs close, he held her open with a firm grip on her thighs and dove in.
Divine gasped and jumped softly in shock when his tongue brushed her clit.
He did that a few times, his deep brown eyes locked on her face, taking mental notes of every soft sound and movement she made.
Smoke swirled his tongue against it, making Divine press her hips down more towards his tongue as her mouth fell open.
“Shit.” Divine whined, head falling back and her hand gripping a fistful of his soft, grown out coils.
A loud, shameless moan shot out towards the ceiling when he suckled the nub sloppily, the sound of the action lewd and nasty.
“I think she likes my mouth, baby.” Smoke teased, earning a sultry and eager “mmhm!” from Divine.
Smoke used the notes that he took from her bodily responses and incorporated them into a messy, intricate rhythm that he unleashed on her entire pussy greedily.
Divine squirmed and bucked against his mouth, releasing sounds and cries that she didn’t even know she could muster.
The delicious, achy buildup in her core left her speechless as she tugged at the sheets above her head, mouth hung open and face twisted into a helpless frown of ecstasy.
Suddenly, her taut muscles went limp and she deeply shuddered as she let the coil of pleasure snap free.
Smoke hummed against her pussy and she let out a soft yelp, slapping the bed before gripping his hair with both hands.
Divine jerkily bucked her hips as she rode out the aftershocks against his flattened tongue and tender suction.
Smoke ceased the beautiful torture and kissed her inner thighs with a smirk as a breathless Divine shivered and dropped her hands down to rub his broad shoulders.
“You cum so fuckin’ pretty.” Smoke groaned softly, kissing up her body and placing kisses on her nipples before taking one in his warm mouth.
Divine arched into him with a soft moan, pussy pulsing when his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. He moved to the other, giving it the same attention as Divine pinched the one he just left.
"I think you ready for some dick, Divine." Smoke teased softly, making her let out a breathy giggle.
“Don’t treat me like a virgin.” Divine reminded him as he stood to his feet, removing his briefs. Her eyes locked on his dick, and her eyes lit up in disbelief.
It's at least eight and a half inches—thick with veins canvassing the smooth, deep, velvety skin. The sight should’ve scared the shit out of her, but instead, it made her stomach churn and clit pulse with excitement.
“The message still stands.” Divine sassed when she locked eyes with Smoke, noticing his silent, cocky demeanor.
“Ok.” Smoke said with a soft shrug, crawling back between her legs. “I'm not gon' baby you, but imma be careful."
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“It’s not, girl.” Smoke shot back, smacking his lips. “Shut up.”
"Yes, sir." Divine sarcastically retorted with a giggle.
“You ready?”
“Smoke, I been ready.” Divine fussed, rolling her eyes. “I can take it. If that change, I’ll let you know.”
Smoke wordlessly nodded, releasing some nerves of his own.
"The more you relax, the easier it'll go in."
“I know.” Divine moaned softly, melting into the sensation of him softly rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Divine closed her eyes and breathed deeply, gasping at the dull ache and pressure that followed her slit trying to accommodate him as he breached her entrance.
"Loosen—there you go." Smoke whispered through a strained groan as Divine let her body go limp despite the grimace on her face.
The buildup of her slick arousal reduced the friction tremendously, allowing him to sink the rest of himself into her with ease, but the full feeling and the way her pussy is struggling to mould around the heaviness of him made her toes curl.
"Look at you." He praised lowly, watching and feeling her pussy struggle around his length.
Divine released a loud sound of discomfort as she adjusted to the intrusion, digging her nails into Smoke’s back when he leaned down to kiss from her lips and jawline.
"You doing good. Real good, pretty." Smoke whispered in her ear, rubbing her thigh with one hand and brushing his thumb against her cheek with the other.
As the discomfort subsided, the throbbing heat inside of her made her let out a soft moan despite the foreign sensation.
Smoke took that as his cue to lift his head, pull out to the tip, and slowly sink back into her.
His forehead pressed against hers as he watched her brows dip and mouth part at the feeling of adjusting to multiple things.
The stretch. The fullness. The ache that’s no longer rooted in discomfort and seemingly felt to get soothed with each passage of his dick against her walls and cervix.
Before they both knew it, Smoke had picked up a steady pace and Divine’s back was arching off the bed—her body chasing more.
"Oh my God." Divine lewdly moaned. "Feels so good, Smoke. You feel so good inside of me. Oh my fucking—!" She squealed, legs trembling in his hold.
“Fuck, D.” Smoke hissed at her walls clenching and sucking him deeper as she shuddered with another orgasm and a broken, deep moan.
Smoke pulled out, earning a whine of displeasure from Divine from the loss. He’d be damned if he slip up and nut in her. He never did it before, and he has no intention of doing it tonight.
“I want more, Elijah.” Divine moaned shamelessly as he flipped her over, a little bemused at how needy she is for her first time. Divine arched her back deeply, rambling softly about his dick and how much she wants it.
“I got you, baby. I’m givin’ it to you.” Smoke muttered, placing a hand on the back of her neck and sinking back into her, earning a muffled, satisfied mewl from Divine and a shaky exhale from him.
Smoke didn't think Divine's virgin ass falling apart on his dick would be this sexy.
"Oooh, yes, Smoke!” Divine moaned when he began to pound into her after gradually picking up the pace, her toes curling tightly. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She squealed with each thrust.
The sexy sounds of her moans and the squelching of her drenched pussy made Smoke’s head tip back, a soft, barely audible “shit” leaving his lips.
“This some good ass pussy.” Smoke grunted more so to himself. “Fuck, Divine.”
His large hands flew to her hips, holding her right where he wanted her as he pistoned into her harder.
"Yes, Elijah!" Divine moaned loud and desperate, looking back at him and digging her nails into his arm with her face still pressed against the bed. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my fucking pussy!" She sobbed, tears of pure ecstasy soaking her face.
The sight of her boohoo crying from his dick rewired something in his brain. He's never seen anything so sexy—so desperate.
Yeah, he's had some of his flings shed a few tears here in there, but full on sobbing has his dick throbbing like crazy.
He's now in an internal war to keep from painting every inch of her walls with his kids, as well as holding off long enough to continue hearing those sweet, pathetic moans.
Smoke snatched her up by her hair and put her in a headlock as she softly trembled against him. “Give it to me." He spat in her ear. "Gimme this shit."
"Smoke, I gotta pee! Fuck!" Divine cried out, not sure if she wants to push him back or beg him not to stop.
Smoke muttered a soft "uh uh", prompting her to gladly choose the latter because it just feels too good. Plus, she trusts him.
"Right there! Don't stop, Smoke, imma—!"
As soon as his dick began fighting against the attempted expulsions of Divine's squirting pussy, he slammed deep into her—releasing with a loud, primal moan that mixed beautifully with her broken, high pitched yell and spurts of fluid.
Divine collapsed on the bed with, breathless sobs—her body trembling and nails digging into any part of him that she could reach back and grab as he fucked his seed deeper into her with ragged, jerky thrusts.
Smoke collapsed beside her after they both came down, chuckling softly at her appearing boneless where she lay with her eyes closed—absolutely wrecked and dazed.
Smoke slid out of her, spreading her open to admire the way his seed is leaking from her sweet, swollen pussy.
The sight made him shake his head, laughing lightly at the fact that he did exactly what he told himself he wasn’t gonna go.
Honestly, he doesn’t even have the energy to trip on it. He’ll just DoorDash her a Plan B later.
Smoke went into his bathroom and started the shower. He stepped back into his bedroom, scooping Divine up. She shifted awake, pressing a kiss onto his shoulder that’s damp with sweat as she locked her legs around his waist.
“Thank you, Smoke.” Divine’s hoarse voice croaked out. “Thank you.” She whispered.
Smoke simply kissed her forehead in response, standing her under the water as he got in himself, sliding the glass door closed behind them.
I know I said that I was going to be a one and done ass bitch on here, but ovulation compelled me to write a little something inspired by thoughts of Smoke taking my virginity 😔
BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE READING THIS! 🫶🏾❤️ I’m still not sure what I’m doing, but I’m still extremely appreciative of you all! 😭
Thank you for reading my shitty ass smut and indulging in my shitty ass fantasies! 🥰
