đđđđđđđ: Alien!Smoke x Loner!Reader x Alien!Stack
đđđđđđđđ: Alien!Smoke and Stack whose spaceship crashed into your backyard one night. They tell you they came from another world called âsinnersâ. They tell you they have nowhere to go and are planning to crash out at your place for a couple of days, and they ainât taking ânoâ for an answer. Over the next couple of days youâve grown to quite like these fine specimens and eventually fall for the both of them.
đđđđđđđ: READER IS PORTRAYED TO BE 20 WHILE SMOKE/STACK ARE 36. READER IS A LONER AND HAS NO FRIENDS!!, Poly! Smoke and Stack x Fem!Reader, Slow build!,Slight angst, Oral ( Fem and Male both give/receive), Spit play!, BIG DICK! SMOKE/STACK ( should i make it have a knot and tentacles?), Dom!Stack/Smoke, Rough fucking!, Use of whip cream and chocolate syrup. Thereâs gonna be seven parts.
Most people called you Bunny, wellâŠ.the ones who actually cared about you did; aka your parents. Your âbunny natureââthat soft, gentle way you seemed to tiptoe into peopleâs lives without ever meaning to, leaving a quiet kind of warmth behind. You had that delicate innocence in your smile, the kind that made others slow down just to look at you a little longer, as if afraid they might scare you away. Your shyness showed in the way you quickly averted your eyes somewhere else when someoneâs gaze lingered too long, and in how your words always came out softly, like a secret you werenât sure you should share. To your parents you werenât just a Bunny; you were a little piece of comfort wrapped in warmth and timidity, the kind of soul people wanted to hold close but protect from the world.
Unfortunately, the world doesnât take well to people like youâsoft, gentle, and unguardedâbecause wolves are always lurking, drawn to the light you carry like thieves in the dark. They come to taint, to take, to twist the purity theyâll never understand, circling with smiles that hide teeth, waiting for the moment your trust slips into their hands. You, with your quiet eyes and tender ways, never see the danger until itâs close enough to breathe against your skin, and by then itâs too lateâthe wolves have already decided youâre theirs.
And for that reason, people didnât like youâit was as if they couldnât comprehend you, couldnât understand how someone could be so soft in a world that demanded edges. At twenty years old, you lived alone in your little house, walls painted in the muted colors of comfort, though they echoed with a silence you never asked for. No friends, no companyânot because you didnât want them, oh God, you prayed every night for the warmth of laughter and the ease of belonging. But life has its cruel way of twisting the knife, and somehow, without meaning to, you ended up with nothing but your own shadow for company.
Days bled into each other, your world becoming the four walls you rarely stepped beyond. Still⊠you had Miffy, your small furball of a bunny, who hopped around the living room like a heartbeat in the quiet. A strange little ironyâyou, the girl everyone called Bunny, keeping an actual bunny as your only companion. Maybe it was fateâs way of mocking you, or maybe it was mercyâsâeither way, Miffy never looked at you with the suspicion or hunger the rest of the world did.
Which brings us to that dayâ10 p.m. on a hot summerâs night, the kind that left the air thick and heavy, clinging to your skin even though the sun had long since disappeared. The window was cracked open in vain, but instead of a breeze, only the hum of distant cicadas drifted inside, a reminder that the world outside was still very much alive while yours stayed quiet. The faint scent of cut grass lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth that seemed to press against the walls of your little house.
You and Miffy were curled up on the couch together, your bare legs sticking slightly to the worn fabric, a half-finished glass of water sweating on the table beside you. The living room was cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from the soft, flickering glow of the TVâa pale, restless illumination that painted your face in shades of blue and silver. In that small, heavy silence, with Miffy nestled against your chest and your fingers absentmindedly stroking her soft fur, it almost felt like the world outside didnât existâlike the only things left breathing in the thick summer air were you, your bunny, and the quiet ache of wanting more.
You sat back comfortably in your two piece cheetah print set, hair did up in a messy bun. You barely payed attention to the TV as it rambled on about its usual late-night nonsense, the flickering screen nothing more than background noise to the thoughts circling in your head. Lately, you couldnât shake the hollow ache of loneliness, the way your little house felt too quiet, too emptyâlike it was swallowing you whole. Maybe you needed someone, you thought, a companion or even a roommate, just something to fill the silence that clung to every corner. Miffy shifted against you, her soft fur brushing your arm as if she sensed the weight of your thoughts. And thenâsuddenlyâa huge crash erupted from the backyard, sharp and violent, splitting through the thick summer night like glass shattering. Your heart lurched painfully in your chest, Miffy jolting in your arms with a terrified thump of her tiny body. The sound was so loud, so sudden, that for a moment all you could do was sit frozen in the dark, the TVâs glow now casting more menace than comfort, your pulse hammering as the silence that followed grew heavier⊠too heavy.
What the hell was that?âŠ
The same phrase pulsed in your head, though your lips never moved, your body too rigid to even breathe. It was like fear had wrapped itself around you in iron chains, keeping you locked in place while your heart thundered violently against your ribs. The silence that followed was worse than the crash itselfâthick, suffocating, the kind that pressed against your ears until you swore you could hear the blood rushing in your veins. Your hands trembled uncontrollably, breath coming in short, jagged pulls, and with a shaking exhale you lowered Miffy onto the couch. She shifted, her tiny nose twitching nervously as if she, too, knew the world had just shifted into something dangerous.
With legs that felt like they didnât belong to you, you forced yourself into the kitchen. The dim glow of the TV barely reached the counter, but your hand found what it needed: the cold, familiar weight of a knife. You clutched it tight, the handle slick beneath your damp palms, and willed yourself forward. Each step toward the back door felt like walking deeper into a nightmare, the air heavy with heat and dread.You swallowed hard and, with agonizing slowness, pulled the door open. The hinges groaned, and then your breath caught in your throat.
There, spread across the yard, was something impossibleâan enormous ship, metallic and monstrous, its surface humming with an otherworldly energy that made the ground tremble beneath your bare feet. Blue light rippled across its hull, casting eerie shadows against the fence, making the night feel unreal. Your gasp tore from you before you could stop it, but the sound was lost beneath the low, thrumming pulse of the machine.The world tilted. Your vision blurred, dizziness crashing into you like a tidal wave. But just before the blackness consumed you, you saw themâtwo tall, dark figures stepping out from the blinding glow of the ship. Their silhouettes were sharp, deliberate, undeniably human yet cloaked in something alien. They stalked toward you with purpose, the night folding around them, and the last thought that seared through your mind before everything went dark was terrifyingly simple: who are they?
Your eyes fluttered open to the soft, familiar glow of the TV, its low murmur filling the room like nothing had ever happened. You were back on the couch, Miffy curled peacefully at your side, her tiny breaths steady against your arm. For a moment, confusion clouded your mind, the memory of the crash, the ship, the figuresâit all felt too vivid, too impossible. A shaky laugh slipped past your lips, part relief, part disbelief. Just a dream, you told yourself, pressing a hand to your chest to calm the frantic beating of your heart. God, thank youâit was just a dream.
But then a voice, smooth and drawling, cut clean through the fragile silence of the room.
âWell, hello, maâam.â
Your body went rigid, the sound unmistakably real, thick with a Southern twang that sent a chill crawling down your spine. You whipped your head around, breath hitching violentlyâand there he was. Stack, tall and broad, standing just a few feet away, a dangerous grin tugging at his lips as though heâd been waiting for you to notice. Beside him, shadowed yet just as imposing, stood Smoke, his eyes dark and unreadable, fixed on you with a weight that made your throat close.The knife was gone from your hand, your heart slammed against your ribs, and the truth hit you like ice waterâyou hadnât dreamed at all.
Your scream tore out of you, raw and desperate, shattering the quiet of the summer night.
The scream tore from your lungs until your throat burned, but they didnât flinchânot Smoke, who only cocked his head like he was studying a painting, and not Stack, who smirked wider, clearly amused.âNow, now,â Stack drawled, raising both hands as if to calm you, though the glint in his eyes said he enjoyed your fear. âAinât no need for all that, sweetheart. We ainât here to hurt ya.â
âYet,â Smoke murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the air. His gaze never left youâheavy, dark, unreadableâand it made your knees weak in a way you hated.Your chest rose and fell in sharp gasps. âWhoâwho the hell are you? How did you get in here?â Stack let out a sharp laugh, deep and rolling. âLord, sheâs wound tighter than a church drum. Donât worry, darlinâ. We ainât no burglars. Matter fact, weâre⊠visitors.â
Smokeâs lip curved in something that wasnât quite a smile. âEscaped,â he corrected, voice like gravel.The word hung in the air like smoke curling from a dying fire, heavy and lingering. You blinked, still trying to wrap your mind around everythingâgiant ships, two mysterious handsome men, and the way your chest was suddenly hammering in your ribcage. Before you could ask anything else , Stack leaned forward, elbow resting casually on the back of your couch, like he owned the room, like he owned you. His drawl was smooth, practiced, and just a little dangerous. âNameâs Stack,â he said, as he read all the thoughts in your head fluttering around, tilting his head, âThis one ovaâ here⊠heâs Smoke.â
The mention of his name didnât faze him in the slightest as he didnât move, just stood behind Stack, arms crossed, dark eyes taking you in slowly. His presence was heavier, more imposing, but there was a heat to it, a pull you couldnât deny, the kinda pull when you know that your life is gonna change for the better. âDonât let my brother here do all the talkinâ na ,â he muttered, voice low, deliberate, like a warning. You swallowed hard to the point you nearly choked on your own saliva, nerves and curiosity twisting in your stomach, then managed to lift your chin to look at them. âIâm⊠uh, Iâm [Your Name],â you said softly, fingers fidgeting in your lap. âNice⊠to meet you⊠I guess.â
Stackâs grin widened, a lazy, knowing curve that made something in your stomach twist. He leaned in closerâso close you could smell the faint mix of smoke and leather clinging to himâand his shoulder brushed yours like it was on purpose. âNice to meet you too, Bunny,â he drawled, the word rolling off his tongue like heâd been saying it for years. Your heart skipped a beat, breath catching in your throat as you froze. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker. Your eyes widened like saucers, confusion flashing across your face as you stammered, âH-how did you know that people call me âBunnyâ?â The nickname sounded almost foreign in his mouthâtoo intimate, too familiarâand yet it sent a strange thrill coursing through you. You hadnât told him, hadnât told anyone lately, and for a brief, dizzying second, you wondered if these two men were more than just lost strangers from another world.
Stack didnât answer right away. He just watched you with that same infuriating, teasing smirk, grill glinting like a price of glass in the sun, the kind that said he was enjoying every second of your confusion. His deep brown eyes glinted under the dim light, mischief and something darker dancing behind them. Finally after a long pause , he chuckledâa low, rough sound that made your pulse skip again. âLetâs just say,â he murmured, voice dropping to a murmur as he leaned even closer, âweâve got a knack for knowinâ things we shouldnât pretty girl.â Before you could respond at the pet name he called you, Smoke shifted behind him, his tone smoother but heavier, like velvet draped over steel. âStack likes to show off,â he said, his gaze sweeping over you, slow and deliberate. âBut he ainât wrong. We know plenty. About people⊠about you.â
Your lips parted, words caught somewhere between disbelief and intrigue. âAbout me?â you whispered. âHow? Iâve neverââStack interrupted, his grin turning softer, almost thoughtful now. âBecause, Bunny, some names just fit the soul. You donât gotta hear âem to know âem. You got that look⊠soft, curious, like youâd run if you had toâbut deep down, you wanna stay.âThe way he said it made your breath hitch. Smokeâs dark gaze flicked between you and Stack, then back to you, his voice low. âAnd maybe⊠fate just decided to tell us what to call you.â
You blinked, still trying to steady your heart. âFate?â
Stack shrugged acting as this was the norm, leaning back a little but keeping his eyes on you. âSure. Call it what you want. But the way I see it? We werenât just crashinâ anywhere, Bunny. We crashed here for a reason.â For a moment, none of you spoke. The hum of the television, the faint sound of Miffy shifting on the couch beside youâeverything felt distant, drowned out by the strange electricity crackling in the air. And as you sat there, caught between two strangers who seemed to know too much and yet not enough, a single thought crossed your mind:
this wasnât an accident.
Breaking the silence he cleared his throat and gave you a firm look â soâŠyou believe us that we wonât hurt you?âboth of their eyes seem to pierce deep into yours as you contemplated your next words â I guess so..â you muttered under your breath. Smoke stepped forward then, slow, deliberate, eyes never leaving yours. âWe donât do âguess,â darlinâ. Either you believe us⊠or you donât,â he said, voice low, almost a growl, making your knees weak without even touching you.
You flushed, heart hammering, and managed a nervous laugh. âI⊠I believe you⊠I think,â you said, biting your lip, suddenly very aware of the closeness of both of them. Stack smirked, tilting his head like heâd just won a game you didnât know you were playing. âGood answer, Bunny. Keepinâ up with us lâll be fun, I promise.â Smokeâs dark eyes softened slightly, a hint of amusement flickering there. âFun, sure. But dangerous too. You sure youâre ready for that?â You swallowed hard, cheeks heating, but a small, defiant spark lit inside you. âI think⊠Iâm ready,â you whispered, and even as the words left your lips, you realized how much you meant it.
Stack leaned back slightly, still grinning, while Smoke just tilted his head, lips curling into the faintest smirk. The room was thick with unspoken tension, and for the first time that week, you realized⊠maybe your life had just completely changed. â so where are you guys from?â you said questionably as your eyes slid from one to another.
Your words polluted the air like something sour was poisoning it, as Stack held a resentful face as he peered ahead of him. He took a peer at his brothers face, to which he was already looking at him. Sighing deep through his nose, he turned his head back to face yours with his face set hard. âSee, doll, me and my brother hereâwe come from a place called Sinners. Nasty little world, full of trouble. We had ourselves a good thing goinâ, though. Juke joint, music, whiskey flowinâ, women dancinâ. Had folks laughinâ and livinâ free.â His eyes glimmered like he was right back there. âBut wouldnât ya know itâRemmick had a problem with that. Been huntinâ us down ever since.â
Your laugh burst out before you could stop it, sharp and shaky. âOkay. Right. And let me guessâyouâre from the 1930s too, huh?â you jokingly rolled your eyes as you took in their formal attire.â1932,â Smoke said flatly, his voice dead serious. He didnât blink. Didnât waver. You stared at him, your laugh faltering into silence. âYouâre joking.â Stackâs smirk softened into something a little darker. âDo we look like we jokinâ, sugar?â Your stomach twisted. You had to be going mad. First ships, now time travelers? You rubbed your temples, shaking your head. âThis isnât real. This isnât happening.â
Stack kissed his teeth and braised himself back before looking at brother on what to do next. Rolling his neck and shoulders Smoke took a step forward âWhy donât we show her, brother?â Smokeâs words were more command than suggestion. Before you could protest, Stack was already pulling you toward the back door, his hand warm and heavy on your wrist. âCareful now, donât faint on us again sweetheart.â
The night hit you like a wall, thick and humid, cicadas buzzing. And there it was againâtowering over your yard, glowing with that impossible, unearthly hum: the ship. It pulsed like it was alive, blue light spilling across your fence, reflecting in Smokeâs dark eyes. You couldnât believe itâŠ.a real space ship buzzed with life right in front of you âNo!âŠi-it canât beâŠh-h-how?â you muttered in part disbelief and awe. âTold ya, darlinâ.â Stackâs grin was sharp, satisfied, as though heâd been waiting for this exact moment.
Smoke just watched you from next of you, his expression unreadable, his voice calm. âNow you understand.â You wrapped your arms around yourself as you felt the temperature get a bit chilly , shaking your head. âWhy me? Why here?â Stack shrugged, leaning against the doorframe like this was the most casual conversation in the world. âFunny thing, doll. We didnât pick you. Just spun the dial in the cockpit, pressed the button, and⊠here we are. Pure chance.â He shot you a look, mischievous and deliberate. âFate, maybe.â
Smoke turned his body fully toward you, his movements slow, deliberateâlike he was studying every twitch of your expression, every breath you took. His gaze dragged over you, not with lust but with a kind of cautious calculation, as if he was preparing for how you might react to what he was about to say. The air between you grew still, heavy. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and gravelly, carrying that smooth Southern cadence that made his words feel almost dangerous. âWe ainât leavinâ, darlinâ. Not âtil we got a plan. Seven days⊠maybe more.â
Your heart dropped. âSeven⊠days?â
âThatâs right.â Stack winked, his voice low and teasing. âSo looks like you got yourself some company, Bunny.â You didnât miss the way Smokeâs lips twitched upwards for a split second . A million protests surged to your tongue, but one look at the ship silenced them. You pressed your palms into your face, groaning. âGod help meâŠâ Stack clapped his hands together like heâd won something. âWell now, thatâs settled! Point us to a room, sugar. Weâll try not to track dirt in.â
Smokeâs gaze lingered on you, slow and deliberate. âShe ainât gonna let us sleep here without rules.â He wasnât wrong. They looked out of place in your modern little living room, their suits rumpled from travel, their accents thick and old-fashioned. They didnât even glance at the TV still flickering in the background. You sighed, resigned. âFine. Guest roomâs down the hall. But⊠God, you guys donât even know what a smartphone is, do you? or do you guys even know what year weâre in?â
Stack tilted his head, that trademark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âSmart⊠what now? And we prolly in the yearrrrrâŠâ âhe dragged it out, squinting at the vast night sky as if searching for the answerâ â1950?â You couldnât help it; laughter burst out of you so hard it echoed through the room. He looked at you like youâd just told the worldâs biggest secret, his hand flying to his chest in mock offence. âWhat you laughinâ at, girl?â he said, feigning a wounded look that only made you laugh harder. Wiping a tear from your cheek, you managed to say between breaths, âBoy, donât take offenceâ you too funny. Itâs 2025, and itâs about to be over in two months.â
For a second, silence. Then Stackâs eyes went wide as saucers. He turned sharply toward Smoke, pointing like youâd just told him the world was ending. âWell, Iâll be damned,â he muttered, his grin returning full force. âI better be seeinâ flyinâ cars in this bitch!â Smoke just sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. âLord help us if thatâs the first thing you worried about.â Stack shot him a playful glare, then looked back at you, the spark in his eyes undimmed. â2025, huh? Guess we got some catchinâ up to do, Bunny.â
Smiling you turn towards the both of them â Iâm gonna have to teach you a whole lot, arenât I?â âGuess you will, sweetheart,â Stack said, grinning wide, eyes trailing over you in a way that made your stomach flip. Smokeâs voice was quiet but firm,however you did notice them soften a little, eyes locked on yours. âSeven days. You teach. We learn. Then we leave.â He paused, letting the silence weigh heavy before adding, âUntil thenâyouâre stuck with us.â
And the way he said it, low and final, made it sound less like a warning and more like a promiseâŠ.
đ đđđđđđđđ †Elias âStackâ Moore
đđđđđđđđ †youâre soft-spoken, virgin living with her older sister sibella finally gives in to the persistent, cocky advances of elias âstackâ mooreâher sisterâs boyfriendâs friend.
đđđđđđđ đđđđ †something to feed you guys because iâve became so not active. enjoy!
đđđđ đđđđđ †10.3k
đđđđđđđđ †virginity loss, smut, rough sex, breathplay, choking, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, black reader (but anyone can imagine themselves), dumbification, fingering, oral (f. receiving), backshots, size kink, modern au, slight pain from first time, post-sex soreness.
you never really cared when sibella and her man got loud.
they could be in the next room, door cracked open, her voice moaning high-pitched and desperate while his sounded like it came from his chestâgritty and mean like he enjoyed knowing she couldnât keep quiet. it happened too often for it to phase you. maybe the first time youâd been embarrassed. maybe youâd rolled your eyes, stuffed a pillow over your head, huffed loud enough for them to hear. but now? you were used to it. background noise. like the heater kicking on or a pot boiling over.
sibella had always been the wild one. you were soft. quiet. watched and listened more than you spoke. you liked your room, your books, your own air. sibella, on the other hand, liked attention, chaos, dick. sheâd tell you things you never asked to hearâhow good it felt when he held her neck, how she liked it rough, how you were too uptight for your own good.
âyou gonâ die with that pussy untouched,â she said one night, fresh out the shower in a towel, her eyes still lined in smudged makeup.
you just looked at her from your bed, a little amused. âand?â
âgirl,â she laughed, climbing up beside you, âyou act like keeping it makes you better. ainât nobody judging you, but you really ainât even curious?â
you shrugged. it wasnât that you thought you were better. you just didnât want to fake wantinâ something you didnât feel yet. and maybe it wasnât even about sex, just the idea of someone closeâreally close. breath on your skin, hands down your thighs, someone else seeing all of you. you didnât know what that would feel like, and you didnât think it was something you wanted to rush. sibella had called you âold-fashioned.â her boyfriend, troy, had called you âuptightâ once, but you didnât care. it was your body. and they could live how they wanted, but so could you.
until he started coming around.
stack.
the first time he showed up at your apartment, you ignored him like you always did with troyâs friends. theyâd come in loud, laughing, all of them trying too hard to impress each other. chain-smoking, playing music, shouting about basketball or some shit you didnât care about. you usually stayed in your room. maybe came out to grab something to drink or use the bathroom. most of the time they barely noticed you. but not stack.
from the second he laid eyes on you, it was like he already knew you were gonna be a problem for him. and he decided to be one right back.
âdamn,â heâd said loud, grinning, watching you walk to the fridge in your house shorts. âshe donât say hi? too good to speak?â
you didnât answer. not even a glance. pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and walked back to your room. door closed behind you.
that was the beginning.
he started showing up more after that. it didnât matter if troy was around or not. sometimes heâd knock on your front door with food for sibella, claiming she asked him to drop it off. sometimes heâd come by just to talk to troy, linger around the living room even when the conversation dried up. you caught him staring. a lot. and he didnât try to hide it either.
âyo,â he said one night from the couch while you passed through in leggings and a hoodie, âyou ever wear anything that donât hug that ass?â
you gave him a flat look. âdo you ever shut the fuck up?â
he grinned like he liked that answer. like you fed him instead of shut him down. âmmm. lil attitude. i like that. you actinâ mean, but i know thatâs just âcause you shy.â
you rolled your eyes. sibella laughed from the kitchen.
âyou might as well get to know him,â she said later, when yâall were alone. âhe not that bad. cocky, yeah. but thatâs just how he is. underneath all that extra shit, he cool.â
you werenât convinced. but three months of him showing up, finding you in whatever room you tried to hide in, cracking jokes, complimenting your skin, your mouth, your shapeâhe wore you down. maybe it was the way heâd make you laugh without meaning to. or the fact that when you actually sat down and talked to him, he had more to him than you thought. he was smart. surprisingly observant. heâd tell you about his childhood, his mom, his twin brother. and when you spoke, he listened. remembered little things you said in passing and brought them up days later.
âyou like strawberry cream in your coffee, right?â
âyou said you like sadeâput this on.â
âyou was talkinâ âbout them earrings you saw at the mall. i got you a pair.â
and it started getting harder to treat him like the rest.
you didnât mean to let your guard down. but it was hard not to with him. stack had a charm about him that crept up slow. he was always touching you. not in ways that crossed lines at firstâjust light brushes against your waist when he passed behind you in the kitchen, knuckles on your thigh when he leaned too close, fingers tucking a curl behind your ear. at first, you shut it down. pushed his hand off your leg. shifted away from his body. made sure he knew you werenât that type of girl. but he never got mad. never pushed. he just gave you that same cocky-ass smile like he knew youâd give in eventually.
âyou playinâ hard to get,â he said once, his thumb dragging lazy circles across your bare knee. âbut you like that iâm on you. you just donât know what to do with it yet.â
you didnât even respond. but your breath had caught in your throat when he said it. and he noticed.
he always noticed.
still, you never told him you were a virgin. it wasnât something you wanted to throw out casually. you figured he probably assumed you were just picky. maybe waiting for the right one. sibella never told him, and you doubted troy knew either. and honestly, you liked keeping that part of you tucked away.
then came that one night.
it was a friday. sibella and troy had gone out, probably wouldnât be back âtil the next morning. you were stretched out on the couch in your usualâshort shorts, tank top, no bra, nipples pressing faintly through the fabric. you werenât trying to be sexy, but you werenât hiding either. you texted elias just outta boredom.
you busy?
he texted back quick.
for you? nah. slide thru? or you want me over there?
come here.
ten minutes later, he was knocking.
he smelled like his cologne, the one you were starting to recognize. brought a little weed with him, a smirk that made your stomach flutter even though you pretended it didnât. yâall rolled up on the floor first, sitting cross-legged across from each other, talking shit. smoke drifted lazy through the room. the air got thick, quiet between laughs and teasing.
you felt good. loose. warm behind the eyes.
âi donât get you,â he said low, leaning back on his elbows, watching you from the couch now. âyou sexy as hell, smart, got that attitude on you⊠but you act like you scared of me.â
âi ainât scared,â you said, biting your lip slightly.
ânah. you are. or maybe you scared of you. âcause if i touch you again, you gonâ fold. i see it all on your face.â
you didnât answer. you were already crawling into his lap, slow and deliberate like your body moved before your brain. the weed had you floatinâ. his eyes locked on yours, waiting.
âyeah?â he said, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, fingertips just under the edge of your shorts. âyou sure you want me touchinâ you?â
you nodded, heart racing.
you kissed him. for real this time. not like the other stolen little moments when heâd pressed his mouth to yours and you turned your head too quick. this was deep. hot. full of tongue. he gripped your hips tighter, groaning into your mouth like heâd been holding back too long.
his hands moved. over your ass, up your back, fingers gripping the sides of your tank. he kissed your neck, sucked at the curve of your collarbone. heat spilled down your belly. your legs were straddling him now, his dick hard under you through his sweats, pressing up against your core.
he flipped you under him, moving slow like he was waiting for you to say no. one hand slipped down your stomach, toward the waistband of your shorts, and just when he hooked his fingers inâ
âwait,â you whispered.
his eyes flicked up.
âwhatâs up?â
âiâm a virgin.â
his face went blank. still. he blinked, mouth parted just slightly like he didnât hear you right.
âwhat?â
you looked away. âi ainât never⊠like, at all.â
he sat back on his heels, staring at you for a long second.
âyou serious?â
you nodded.
he exhaled slow, ran a hand down his face.
ââŠfuck.â
his âfuckâ lingered in the air like heat.
for a second, you thought he might leave. thought maybe you read it wrongâmaybe the way heâd chased you down for months didnât mean he actually wanted you like that. maybe it was just for show, a game to get you to break. but he didnât move. didnât get up. didnât pull away either.
he just looked at you different now. softer, but still sharp. eyes a little darker. mouth twitching like he had a hundred thoughts moving at once.
ââŠyou shoulda told me that shit,â he muttered, finally. âdamn.â
you swallowed, feeling small under him, but not in a bad way. just new. raw. like being seen too clearly.
âyou mad?â
he shook his head slowly. ânah. i ainât mad. just⊠surprised. you ainât act like no virgin.â
âhow they act?â
he leaned forward again, lips brushing your neck now, voice dropping lower. ânot like this. not sittinâ in my lap witâ no bra on. not kissinâ me like that. shit, i thought you was just takinâ your time. had no idea i was gonâ be the first.â
you shivered under his mouth.
âyou want me to stop?â
you shook your head.
âaight then,â he breathed, hands sliding back down your thighs. âyou sure, you let me handle it.â
he kissed you again. deeper this time. slower. like he was tasting you different now. his hands didnât rush, but they didnât hesitate either. he dragged your shorts down your legs, steady like he was unwrapping something delicate. your tank top went next, peeled off and tossed aside. your whole body burned. you covered your chest at first, instincts kicking in, but he gently pulled your hands down.
ânah. donât hide all this. lemme see it.â
you looked away, but he tilted your chin back to face him. he stared for a long second, eyes trailing down your curves like he was trying to memorize every line.
âgod damn, girl,â he whispered, low and reverent. âyou really built like this under all them hoodies?â
you blushed, biting back a laugh.
he moved down your body slow, mouth brushing your collarbone, your chest, your stomach. then he was kneeling between your legs, lifting one over his shoulder, spreading you open like he had all the time in the world.
âshit,â he murmured, thumb dragging over your folds. âso fuckinâ pretty. pussy fat as hell.â
you squirmed under his grip, toes curling.
âyou ever play witâ it before?â he asked.
you nodded. âsometimes.â
âshow me.â
you hesitated, but he gave you a look that melted any doubt in your chest. you brought your fingers to your slit, shy at first, dragging them up the center like you were doing it in secret. he watched you like it was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen. eyes locked. jaw tight.
âmmm. there you go. you wet already?â
he ran his fingers over yours, dipped one between your lips and brought it up to your mouth.
âtaste that shit.â
you sucked his finger slow, your own breath catching as you did.
he groaned. âfuck, you nasty already. i like that.â
then he lowered his head.
his tongue was slow at first. wide, wet licks that made your whole body tremble. he took his time, holding your thighs open, lips sealed around your clit, tongue dragging figure eights against it âtil you moaned out loud without meaning to.
âdonât hold it in,â he said against you. âi wanna hear that shit.â
he sucked harder. circled your clit faster. then slid a single finger inside you and your hips jerked up from the bed.
âtight,â he growled. âfuckinâ gripping me.â
you grabbed at his hair, breathing fast now, your whole body winding tighter and tighter until everything snapped. your legs shook around his head, mouth open but nothing coming out except a breathy sob as you came for the first time with somebody elseâs mouth on you.
he pulled away slow, lips shiny, licking his bottom one like heâd just finished dessert.
âdamn. you taste like peaches or some shit,â he said, laughing low. âsweet ass pussy.â
you were still trembling when he moved back up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
then he pulled his sweats off.
your eyes widened.
ââŠelias.â
he smirked. âyeah?â
you didnât even know what to say. he was thick. long. heavy. it curved up slightly, veins bulging down the shaft, head dark and already leaking. he stroked it slow, watching your face like he wanted to see your brain short-circuit.
âthis too much for you?â
you nodded, honestly. âi dunno if itâll fit.â
âit will,â he said, voice low and certain. âiâm gonâ go slow, baby. i got you.â
he kissed you again, then guided the head to your entrance, rubbing it through your folds.
âjust breathe. let me in a lil at a time.â
he pushed slow. real slow. and it still burned. you winced, grabbing onto his arm, and he stilled right away.
âyou good?â
âkeep goinâ,â you whispered, nails digging into his skin.
he went deeper. inch by inch, until your eyes rolled back and your breath caught. he filled you completely, bottomed out with a groan in your ear.
âfuck,â he muttered. âyou tight as a fuckinâ vice. shit.â
he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust. kissed the side of your neck, your shoulder, your cheek.
âyou takinâ it so good, baby. ainât even cryinâ. first dick and you already built for it.â
he moved his hips slow, dragging out, then back in, just enough for you to feel the stretch again. it was painful, but the pain faded quick. pleasure started creeping in, humming low in your belly.
âsee that? told you iâd make it fit.â
you whined beneath him, eyes fluttering.
âthatâs it,â he said, fucking you a little deeper now. âlet me ruin you.â
your fingers gripped the sheets. he held your throat lightlyânot tight yet, just enough to feel the pressure. his other hand cupped your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple.
âfeel good?â he asked. âyou like this dick, donât you?â
you nodded, breathless.
he tightened his grip on your neck just enough to make your head float.
âsay it.â
âiâi like it,â you stammered, brain going fuzzy from the pressure, the stretch, the sound of his voice in your ear.
âyeah you do. got that virgin pussy dumb already.â
you moaned louder.
âyou ainât never gonâ forget this dick,â he said, cock driving deeper now, hips smacking yours. âfirst one in it, first one to stretch it, first one to own it.â
you couldnât even speak.
he flipped you over, pulled your hips up and fucked you from behind now, one hand on the small of your back, the other gripping your hair.
âthis the angle thatâll fuck the innocence out you,â he muttered, dragging his dick slow then slamming back in, making you scream into the mattress. âyou feel that in your gut?â
your whole body shook. you were drooling on the sheets, eyes wet, legs trembling.
âlemme see that face,â he said, pulling you back by your hair. âlook at me while i break you in.â
you glanced over your shoulder, mouth parted, and he almost came right then.
âbeautiful ass girl. i swear to god, iâm gonâ fuck you stupid.â
and he did.
he didnât stop. kept going, made you cum againâtwice, maybe three times. you couldnât keep track. everything was wet. the sheets. his chest. your face. your thighs. he lifted your leg, drilled into you from the side, choked you through another orgasm. your moans turned into sobs. pleasure ate your brain alive.
âstackâfuckâi canâtââ
âyes you can,â he growled, pounding into you. âyou takinâ it like a fuckinâ champ.â
your nails raked his back. his hand squeezed your throat again, hard enough to make the edges of your vision blur.
you came one more time, back arched, toes curling, legs locked around his waist.
he groaned deep, spilling inside you with a twitch.
everything went still.
all you heard was your heartbeat. your breath. his deep, ragged one against your skin.
you were ruined. for real.
he kissed your forehead after, gently. ran his hand up and down your back.
âyou good?â
you nodded, tears drying on your cheeks.
ââŠi ainât never lettinâ nobody else touch you,â he said, voice low, possessive. âyou mine now. you know that, right?â
you just nodded again.
because deep down, you already knew.
you woke up before him.
barely. the sun hadnât even fully crept through the curtains yet. just a strip of light cut across your comforter, hitting the edge of the bed where elias was sprawled out, ass-naked, sleeping like heâd just come home from war. one arm slung over his eyes, the other draped where your body had been. the sheets were a mess. the air still smelled like sex, weed, and sweat.
your thighs ached.
you groaned softly when you moved, careful not to wake him. every inch of you felt soreâinside, outside, places you didnât even know could hurt. your hips were tender. your legs had that heavy, overworked kind of weight to them. and your pussy? bruised. not in a bad way. but like it remembered every single stroke.
you held onto the edge of the dresser for balance while you stood up, wobbling a little. took a second to catch your breath. your legs did not feel normal.
âdamnâŠâ you muttered, barely able to walk straight as you grabbed a towel and slipped out the room.
the water in the shower hit different. you stood there for a minute, letting it run over your body, steam curling around your face while you leaned a hand against the tile. your whole body was hummingâraw, open, still floating a little from the night before. flashes kept replaying in your head. his hands on your throat. the way he moaned your name against your ear. how many times you came. how he kept going even after you said you couldnât take it.
you touched between your legs under the water and winced.
he really meant that shit when he said he was gonâ ruin you.
by the time you dried off and wrapped up in a big t-shirt, your legs were moving better. you still had a little limp, but nothing dramatic. the hallway felt quieter than usual. you figured sibella and troy hadnât come back yet. probably stayed at his place.
you walked out into the kitchen, yawning, about to fix some eggs or something light, when you saw her.
bella.
sitting on the couch in her work clothes, sipping a mug of coffee and staring right at you.
your stomach dropped.
ââŠyou back already?â
she didnât even blink. didnât even answer.
just smirked.
ââŠyou got your lil virgin ass fucked, huh?â
you blinked, froze by the fridge.
âwhatâ?â
âdonât even try it,â she said, standing up slow, walking over to lean against the counter across from you. âwe came back early. me and troy. around two. figured weâd crash here instead. we wasnât even gonâ bother youâuntil we heard you screaminâ.â
your face heated instantly.
âbellaââ
ânah,â she cut you off, wide-eyed and laughing, ânah, girl. you was in there hollerinâ like somebody took the damn soul out your body. likeâgoddamn. i was impressed! my lil sis got some lungs on her!â
you groaned, turning around to hide your face behind the fridge door. âplease shut the fuck up.â
âyou shut the fuck up,â she cackled, sipping her coffee louder. âyou had my man like, âayo, is that stack in there?â i said, âwho else would it be?â you know he ainât never quiet. i shoulda known from the second he started cominâ over too often. he was locked in on you. and you was playinâ all innocent.â
you mumbled under your breath, grabbing eggs from the fridge.
âgirl, spill the damn tea,â she leaned closer. âwas it good? how big was it? that man fine as hell. look like he dickinâ every bitch down, and now he got you stuck.â
you refused to give her full details. your body still felt too open, too exposed from what happened just hours ago. like your skin still remembered his hands. like it wasnât meant to be talked about yet.
so you gave her one thing.
you looked up at her, dead in the face.
then held your hands apart, slow.
a little bigger.
then a little bigger.
then wider.
her mouth dropped.
ââŠbitch.â
you smirked. âexactly.â
bella screamed into the kitchen towel, spinning in a circle like she just heard the juiciest gossip in her life.
âi knew it! oh my god. no wonder you limp-walkinâ. ohhhh, he really broke you in!â
âbella, please go to work.â
âno, bitch, you need to call out. i know you not sittinâ in no office chair today.â
you shook your head, laughing quietly, cheeks hot, chest fluttering at the memory. she eventually left, still shaking her head and giggling like sheâd just found out her favorite show got renewed. and as soon as the door clicked behind her, you walked back to your room.
he was awake.
half-sitting up on your bed now, chest bare, sheets low on his waist. eyes still a little heavy but locked on you the second you walked in.
âwhere you go?â he mumbled, voice thick and scratchy.
âshower.â
he yawned, then grinned slowly as his eyes trailed down your body again.
âhow you feel?â
you climbed back into the bed, under the covers. still warm from where heâd been laying.
ââŠsore.â
he smirked, proud. âgood.â
you gave him a look, rolling your eyes.
âwhat?â
âyou proud of yourself or something?â
he pulled you in, kissed your neck slow.
âyeah,â he muttered. âyou still here, ainât you?â
you didnât say anything. just buried your face in his chest and let your limbs tangle into his. his fingers found your thigh again. light, lazy touches.
"remmick got to peacefully reunite with his ancestors, " "remmick is in hell "....umm wrong! his irish mammy is beating his ass back to the pleistocene.
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