Summary: Failed relationships make Elijah and Annie throw themselves into work, not leaving much room for anything else. A failed delivery leads them to each other, and an instant attraction makes them question themselves.
CW: Modern AU, explicit language, use of the n-word, mentions of parental loss, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of DV
Pairings: Smoke x Annie with a little Stack x OC
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Part One- Lost In Transit
Part Two- Resolution
Part Three- Clarity
Part Four- Assistance
Spent some time plotting the next few chapters of the fic and decided to make this! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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It never fails. Racists are so predictable. Any time a Black woman gets a role that's been previously played by White women, the racists have to whine and bitch about it. Helen of Troy isn't real. Athena isn't real. Any woman of any ethnicity and nationality could play these roles. It's never that serious.
In 1950, Orson Welles cast Eartha Kitt as Helen of Troy in his avant-garde stage production, Time Runs (also known as The Blessed and the Damned), in Paris.
Because Helen of Troy is a purely mythological figureāthe legendary daughter of the Greek god Zeus and Ledaāand not a documented historical person, performers of diverse ethnic backgrounds are frequently cast to reinterpreting her character on stage and screen.
Zendaya is playing Athena but it's not the first time a non White woman has played this role. Athena has been played by Audra Day.
Andra Day: The Grammy-winning singer and actress was cast to portray Athena in the second season of the Disney+ live-action series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they werenāt sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
I DONāT REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER
Guessed
Ventured
IāM DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM
Hooted
Howled
Yowled
I WONDER
Pondered
Voiced
Wondered
OH, YEAH, WHOOPS
Recalled
Recited
Remembered
SURPRISE BITCH
Revealed
IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DONāT WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD
Scoffed
Snickered
Snorted
BITCHY
Tattled
Taunted
Teased
Edit: People, Iām an English and creative writing double major in college;Ā I understand that thereās nothing wrong with simply usingĀ āsaid.ā This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz.Ā
summary: all his life, smoke had heard that two is company but three is a crowd; and never had it made as much sense as it did now.
cw: smut, toxic smoke x annie, possesive!smoke, obsessed!smoke, obsessed!annie, public!sex, unprotected!sex (everyone say thank you to @brownskincheyenne), light choking, cheating, use of alcohol, use of the nword
a/n: here's the final part and a very annie centered chapterrrr. we been focused on smoke, but now it's her time to shine! this is much longer that part one and two combined, so please enjoy! requested here and inspired by @librababe7
part one; part two.
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Her new nigga wasnāt someone she was serious about. Yesāhe was sexy as hell, and yesāand he did whatever she told him to, but he wasnāt Smoke.
Annie had promised herself after that first time that she wouldnāt become addicted to the man. It was easy enough to say but too hard to make reality, and whenever she found her mind drifting to Smoke, all she could think about was the sight, smell, and taste of him. All she could feel was his hands roaming her body, throwing her aroundāhandling her. It had been a long time since she was this engrossed in another person, so when he texted, she responded. When he begged to come over, she let him.
Her new nigga was an attempt to stop this obsession from spreading. He was something to offset her need for Smoke. It workedāat firstābut every time she got a taste of Smoke again, she was ready to throw in the towel and run to her friend in confession.
She knew why the woman had put an end to the threesome shit just as soon as it had started. Annie and the man had went wild, and when you get completely lost the way they did, you have to nip that shit in the bud expeditiously. Her friend could see where it was heading, could tell that if they continued she would end up with no man at allābut she didnāt move quick enough.
Annie had snatched her nigga up, and if Smoke was intrigued by her before, he was damn near obsessed now.
When he yelled at her about her new man, the audacity made her laugh and boil with anger. You would think he'd focus on the more pressing matter first: they had a double date to be worried about, and there he was focused about some stupid shit. But Annie couldnāt deny that Smokeās possessive side made her tingle. There was something about the raising of his voice, the crazy look in his eye, the way he gritted his teeth at her.
She wanted to tell him that she was all his and that she wasnāt serious about dude, but then sheād have no cards to play and nobody to fall back on.
She wasnāt that stupid.
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Annie stared down at her phone. Smoke was blowing her up like he had been all week, but she had nothing to say to him; Nothing worthwhile, and nothing that would soothe the insane way he was behaving. She rolled her eyes as a litany of messages came through.
So you ain't gon answer my fuckin messages?
You got me textin and callin yo ass and I know you see it
I told yo ass I was serious, Annie
Im serious bout you
Bout us
Answer yo damn phone, woman
Aight
Keep playin
Just wait til I see yo lil boyfriend at this dinner then
āYou ready for our double date on friday,ā her friend asked, bumping her shoulder as she passed her to look at the wall of shoes in front of them. Startled, Annie immediately stuffed her phone in her purse, swiveling around with a flushed look as her surroundings came back into the forefront.
The mall was loud even though it was a week day, but her mind was still oscillating between Smoke's messages and maintaining this lie.
āSure,ā she hummed, picking up a pair of heels. āI been wantinā to try that restaurant for a while, too.ā
āMhm,ā her friend responded distractedly. Annie had stooped to try on the shoe, giving her the chance to watch her without being interrupted. Her eyes drifted over herāhot and greedyābut when Annie stood up straight, she diverted her gaze. āIām ready to meet yoā new man,ā she lied, huffing softly. āTryna see who takinā all your time away like this.ā And with that, the friend laughedāboastful and haughtyābut Annie could tell what was underneath it.
She had suspected for a while now that her friend still felt a way about their little rendezvous. Since then, she looked at Annie with the memory of her naked body still roaming around her mind, and when Annie began to spend less time with her and more time with her new man (and Smoke), she continuously demanded to know who was taking her away from her. She played it off as a joke, but Annie could sense her true feelings.
This stupid double date was set up for her friend to finally meet her "competition", as she had put it. And while Annie hated the whole idea of it, she couldnāt fight the irony of Smoke being the real reason for her lack of free time.
She was split between three people who couldnāt get enough Annie, and she didnāt know what to do. She had a friend who was obsessed with her and secretly pining for something she had put an end to herself. She had a new man who was supposed to be a fun distraction from the bullshit, but the more things progressed with him, the more enraptured he became, too. And she had Smokeāa man as addicted to her as she was him.
It was a hot ass mess of her own making, but there seemed to be no turning back now.
"What you wearin' to dinner," her friend questioned, biting her bottom lip. She was back to looking her up and down and clearly envisioning Annie being put through the mattress.
"Girl," Annie cackled, rolling her eyes as they walked into another store. "Stop lookin' at me like that before I tell yo' man on you."
"Oh, please," she grumbled, moving to a rack of dresses. Rolling her shoulders back, her voice leveled to a tone Annie couldn't fully decipher. "Smoke be lookin' at you, too."
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When she made it to the restaurant, Annie felt like she was walking into the lion's den. With her new nigga at her side, she only felt worse, like she was subjecting him to a violence he had no possible understanding of.
Before now, she'd felt no reason to explain the intricacies of her relationship with Smoke and her friend to him. He didnāt know about the threesome or her and Smokeās relationship or how her friend still wanted her. It was none of his business, and they weren't serious enough for her to start divulging secrets with the man.
But it didn't make her feel any better about bringing him into the environment because she knew her guilt would only grow with time.
āHey, sexy,ā Annieās friend shouted in greeting, standing from her seat to welcome the woman and her guest. Her arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as the two men beside them sized each other up. Smoke rose from his chair slowly, eyes remaining in the unfamiliar face. He disregarded the nickname, disregarded Annieās attire. There was nothing more important than figuring out what made this nigga good enough for his Annie.
Greeting her friend back with a firm hug, the woman introduced her guestāand immediately the air turned cold.
Smoke, his girlfriend, and Annieās man all traded looks between each other, each of them full of competition and jealousy.
āHave you all ordered anything,ā Annie laughed off nervously, trepidation blanketing her emotions. She took a seat at the table, right between Smoke and her friendāacross from her man. The other woman cleared her throat to speak, but Annie could only focus on how Smoke had yet to acknowledge her.
āJust a bottle of wine,ā her friend offered blankly.
āWell,ā Annie breathed emptily. She didnāt know what to say or how to proceed. Never once had she been in a situation such as this, but she promised herself that sheād make it out alive. Noticing that her dress had ridden up, Annie fought the fabric to bring it down to an appropriate length, but that was entirely the wrong move.
Smokeās eyes were on her in an instant, burning holes into her body because who did she think she was wearing something that short outside the house? Who did she think she was showing off what was his? He swallowed a thick gulp of wine, gritting his teeth when it hit the back of his throat.
Heād been too distracted earlier, but Annie had Smokeās full attention now.
Seated at the square dining table in the middle of an overly loud restaurant, the man found himself placed between Annie and her new nigga. It disgusted him to see her making eyes at the man across from her while he was completely unconcerned with his own girl. Theyād had a fight before arriving. Something stupid about him being distant and not showing much affection, something about how he hadnāt initiated sex in ages; But he was really cool off all that. He wanted Annie. Needed Annie.
The past week or so without the woman made him feel like he was going to die, but now that he could see her again, heād been restored.
Between flagged down waiters and their food finally arriving from the backed up kitchen, little words had left his mouth. Smoke watched with angered eyes as Annie talked with everyone but him. She hardly looked in his direction, but it gave him plenty of time to analyze everything else. Both his and Annieās dates were looking at the woman as if sheād hung the stars, severely infatuated by every word coming out of her mouth.
He understood that feeling. Annie was reverent, a fucking sight to behold.
āSo, how serious you and Annie is,ā he interrupted, bringing tension back to the table. The other man scoffed, working his jaw, and the two women refused to meet each otherās gazes. They were both embarrassed for a multitude of reasons.
āSerious enough,ā Annieās date countered with attitude. His eyebrows were scrunched, leaning into Smokeās personal space. āYou cool witā that?ā
The question was unnecessary because everyone could tell his answer was a resounding no. Heat rose in his body. Jealousy dripped off of him. Smoke blew from his nostrils.
āNigga, who the fuck you thināā
āWeāre just enjoyinā ourselves,ā Annie swallowed, unafraid of interrupting Smokeās speech, uncaring of the glare he sent into the side of her head. She knew she needed to intervene quickly because no one at this table needed to believe that she and this man were anywhere near serious. Smoke was irate. Her friend was envious. And her nigga was ready to fight the whole table ābout herāand she wasnāt ready to see him end up on his ass. āWe just gettinā to know each other,ā she explained further, shrugging to show indifference. āLearninā each other. Havinā fun.ā
āDonāt sound serious to me,ā her friend whispered into her glass. And Smoke grunted in agreement. He eyed the way his girl rolled her eyes at the other man, how she clearly viewed him as some sort of intruder when she sent this all up. They didn't have to be here, but now they all pissed.
Smoke chuckled when Annieās date shrunk into his seat.
Unable to hold back from touching her any longer, the man grabbed her near bare thigh beneath the table. He needed the stability. Needed it to keep him from doing something he would soon regret because Annieās man was on the verge of saying more slick shit and his girl had turned her eyes to him, suspicious of his behavior as if she wasn't acting just as questionable.
āYou good, Smoke,ā she questioned from across the table, eyes low and jaw set. Her gaze communicated a million words, and he simply wasnāt ready to deal with that tonight.
āIām fine,ā but as he spoke shortly, his grip tightened on Annie, and he felt her gasp before her fingers joined his atop her thigh.
Annie was losing her mind.
The room was suffocating her, and Smoke's hands on her bodyāand beginning to tighten every secondāonly made her want him more. She felt stupid for spending the last week not talking to him, but she needed to make him sweat. In her attempts to have him unnerved, things had backfired, and all she wanted was to be alone with the man she had been avoiding for days.
āI think I need some air,ā the woman exasperated, shooting a heated glance in his direction.
Before she could even stand, both men had moved to help her from her seat, and even her friend had extended a hand in assistance as well. It was awkward. Embarrassingly, Annie declined the help, finding the nearest exit to the restaurant's private courtyard.
It was much quieter outside, and the night air had a cooling note to it that instantly calmed her body. The dress she wore clung to her in the best way, ridding up with each step she made toward the fountain in the middle of the space. She was most surprised at the fact that no one was out here, and her mind cleansed itself at that realization.
āI canāt believe you brought that nigga,ā she heard from behind her, the words hot as they punctuated the air. She could feel his body nearing hers, and as she rolled her shoulders to stand up straight, she could feel the hard plains of his chest.
āWhat you expect me to do, Smoke,ā Annie questioned, exhaustion and need in her tone. āJust show up alone?ā
āHell yeah,ā he grumbled. With a hand moving to her waist, he pulled her ass to lay flush with his crotch. He laughed at the shiver down her spine. āYou mine, Annie, and both of them up in there lookinā at you like they got the right to.ā
āSmoke,ā the woman groaned, slowly grinding into him. She was listening, or at least trying to, but Smoke was addictive. All it took was a few short words and that damn grumble to get her going. She didnāt know how sheād survive the rest of the night.
āTold āem I was headed to make a phone call, so we aināt got much time, baby girl,ā he whispered headily. āWhat you want?ā
āI need to cum,ā she cried, turning around in his arms. She fisted his shirt and gave him the softest eyes she could muster. āItās been too long.ā
āAnd whoās fault is that,ā Smoke growled. He walked her into a corner where one wall of the building met another; where dense plants created enough shadows for him to do what needed to be done; where the world could become their own.
His lips landed on her neck first; Her purse was still sitting at the table, and they didnāt need the added drama of smudged makeup to ruin tonight anymore than they were about to. He nipped at her skin with care as his fingers glided down her thighs and back up again. Smoke would never get enough of the feel of herāthe softness, the solidity beneath it all.
āYou out of yo' mind comin' wit' that nigga,ā he argued yet again. āEven crazier for wearin' this little ass dress, but I'm gon' let you slide for now.ā
Her dress hem was thrown up over her hips before she could process everything, and his hands were inside her panties just as she had demanded. Annie loved that Smoke was a man on a mission in everything that he did. If there was a task to complete, he was diligent in seeing it through. Currently, she was his task, so when his thick fingers found her wet heat, she allowed her body to settle, knowing she would be taken care of.
It felt as if she were being engulfedāby him, by her emotions, by the entire date night from Hell. All she wanted was Smoke, but as his fingers stroked her, she just couldnāt stay focused on the moment.
āBreathe, baby,ā the man reminded her, slowing his hand between her legs. The pace was teasing, shallower than he knew Annie needed. Her warmth surrounded him, and her arousal dripped down his fingers with each dragging thrust.
āPlease,ā Annie choked out, clawing at his shoulders. Her mind was still swirling, imagining both of their dates waiting at the table, hopeful for their return. Guilt settled into her skin, but she needed this. Staring into the manās eyes, she attempted to ground herself, slowly beginning to work her hips into his palm.
āThere you go,ā Smoke encouraged, increasing his speed as she rutted against him. Heat flushed his face when she grabbed his throat and held him there, but he couldnāt lie about how good it felt. The chokingāalong with her moansāmade him feel lightheaded in the best way, urging him to bring her to her climax. But his arousal was thumping in the seat of his own pants, and every few seconds, he thrusted his clothed length against her thigh.
āPut it in,ā Annie lulled into his left ear.
And how could he resist that?
Looking out over his shoulder and finding the courtyard still empty, Smoke quickly unbuckled his belt. Heād have to do a whole lot of lying when he made it back to the table after this, but all of that was a distant concern that he refused to let take precedence.
āI aināt got no condom,ā he breathed heavily, but he was quick to realize that Annie didnāt mind when her leg wrapped around his hip and her hand dragged his dick closer to her entrance.
āIām surprised you even came tonight,ā the woman at the table grinned like a Cheshire cat. Her voice was teetering on the edge of something smug, but the man beside her didnāt pick up on it.
āWhy are you surprised,ā he questioned in response.
āI just thought youād have a problem with it after Annie told you,ā she chuckled.
āTold me what,ā he asked once more, and the woman knew she was about to be triumphant.
āOh, you donāt know, do you,ā she feigned innocence. Her eyes got big and round as if she hadnāt meant to spill the beans and saw no way out but through. āYou know Annieās like my best friend and all, and weāre so close,ā she began, voice lilting. āI thought she would have told you about me, her, and Smoke since y'all are so serious and everything.ā
āYāallāā
āFucked? Yeah,ā she answered with indifference, shrugging as she beckoned a waiter over for another bottle of wine. She refilled her glass and tried her best to stuff down her grin. She so badly needed this nigga to move onābecause in her mind, if she had to compete for Annieās attention against Smoke only, sheād double her chances at winning.
Oh, how wrong she was.
But nevertheless, the man beside her only added to her overconfidence when sadness washed over his body. She watched him look down at his watch and back toward the two empty chairs at their table.
āFuck this pussy, baby,ā Annie demanded, smacking the side of Smokeās ass as he folded her up into the corner. She adored the heat of the moment, how they were doing this in public when they had people waiting for them. She loved the seclusion of it, how it was dark in their corner, and with the plants blocking the view no one would see them anyway.
It felt right no matter how wrong it was, and with Smoke finally fucking her raw like this, she was ready to give him what he wanted. What she had been denying herself, too.
āYou mine,ā she slurred, drunk off of the feeling of his thrusts.
āHuh, baby,ā he grunted, sweat near his hairline.
āYou my only nigga,ā she confirmed, moaning lightly at him faltering in shock. She grabbed his face, nails crescenting his skin. āYou mine, and Iām yours. But you need to put an end to yoā relationship. Can you do that for me, baby?ā
The words were sealed with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Smoke nodded his head profusely before doubling his efforts.
āI swear itās over witā her,ā he damn near cried, throat cracking around a moan.
Heād do whatever she asked because Annie was his priority. Annie was what heād always needed.
He continued to fuck her as he felt his body beginning to succumb to their combined efforts. Annie was clenching around his length and swearing softly against his lips. She couldnāt take it anymore, the guilt turning into something that nudged at her desire. Neither of them cared about the consequences or repercussions of their cheating because they had this: each other.
As they walked back to the table, they did it togetherāside by side instead of hiding behind a lie any longer.
Each step sent fear through Annie's body, but as Smoke's shoulder brushed against hers, her heart rate leveled out. What they hadn't expected upon returning was for the table to be missing one of their guests. The closer they got, Smoke's girl became clearer in their view, and when her head turned in their direction, a near evil smirk lit her face.
"Where ole dude at," Smoke puzzled distantly, knowing that whenever he turned up it would be time to come clean. He sat in his seat, Annie to one side and his girl in front of him. The laugh she let out told him everything he needed to know.
"He left," she muttered, already taking in Annie's appearance: the wrinkles in her dress, the slant of her hem, the dampness along her edges.
"Why'd he go," Annie uttered worriedly, causing both of the people at the table to roll their eyes. It's not that she cared about him that much, but when she left the table, everything was fine except for her need for Smoke.
"Y'all was out there together, weren't y'all," the other woman questioned instead, completely disregarding what she'd been asked. Her gaze had moved to Smoke, and his eyes told it all. He could never lie too well when confronted with something outright. His leg was bouncing beneath the table, and his brows were furrowed in a way that said he couldn't wait for tonight to be over with. But those damn eyes lit up every time he looked over at Annie, and the way he wanted her made the other woman's heart hurt.
"I asked you a question," Annie insisted, huffing and crossing her arms beneath her chest. "What did you say to him?" Because she knew the woman had done something. Her friend had set this all up for a reason, and she never liked the idea of Annie entertaining another person. Never liked that she didn't have all of Annie's attention.
"He somehow found out about our li'l threesome," she admitted with a casualness that irked Annie to her core.
"Why would you tell him that," she groaned. "You know I hadn't told him yet."
"I guess it slipped my mind," but as she said the words, she looked at Smoke. The darkness in his eyes. The irritation building in his bones. "What were y'all doin' outside?"
And although Smoke wanted to allow Annie the opportunity to speak her mind, he needed to put an end to this.
"We was fuckin'," he exasperated, already feeling Annie's eyes on him due to his bluntness. He continued to look at the woman he had arrived with tonight, watching the emotions pass over her face. He remembered the fight from earlier about him not being present. He remembered the days she'd come home after hanging out with Annie and how all she wanted was to fuck him with the thought of the other woman fresh in her mind. He thought back to when she had first admitted to wanting a threesome with her friendāthe betrayal of it.
The look on her face now had nothing to do with her being cheated on and everything to do with the fact that it was with Annieāthe woman that she wanted more than anything else. But she was his now, and that thought settled him.
"We through," he huffed, standing from his seat. He pulled out some cash, throwing it on the table. "You ain't wanted me for a long time, and I apologize for lyin' but that's all I got for you." He wanted to scoff when she looked up at him because she looked pathetic. Shoulders hunched and eyes wet, he could tell she knew this was the end of whatever fantasy she had created for her and the other woman. As much as he wanted to bring it up, it wasn't worth it.
Annie stood when his hand extended toward her.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, standing over the other woman with an honest look. "But it was never gonna work between us."
And with a promise to move out within the week and to pay his half of the rent for the remainder of their lease, Smoke and Annie departed from the double date from hellāhand in hand and with a weight lifted off of their shoulders.
The fact that some people donāt believe that AAVE is a real thing is wild to me both because itās obvious to anyone with pattern recognition skills and also because (at least from my outside perspective) AAVE is one of the coolest american dialects out there, for a group of people to not only develop a completely new dialect but also keep it as they spread out across the country is kind of rare, not to mention how new additions keep being made and spread through music and in recent years the internet, AAVE is such an awesome thing from both a linguistic and cultural perspective
It wasnāt lost on you how Stack would fuck you like a mad man who hated you after not having acces to the saccharine pot between your legs for too long.
After he abruptly ended the call, you ran to the bathroom to freshen up. Thank god you had your everything wax done a week ago. Saves you from having to do a last minute shave.
Getting into the shower, you exfoliate your body with the pink hibiscus scented body scrub. Every nook and cranny was thoroughly cleaned because Stack can get a little passionate when it comes to showing his love and appreciation. Thereās not a part of your body that hasnāt been in that manās mouth. Especially after not having a taste for 14 days, he was going crazy today.
You were damn near buzzing with excitement. One thing about it is you were always extra horny when your body finally decided to act right. Even while sitting down in order to moisturizer, you could feel your center throbbing so hard.
āHmm lingerie or birthday suit? Decisions, decisionsā looking in your lingerie drawer, you were contemplating giving him something to tear apart before getting to the prize or just going full nude and getting down to business once he made it home.
Ultimately the decision came down to wearing your black three piece lingerie. Stack always loved the chase. Plus heās a visual, he always appreciates it when you give him a show. Not sure if youāll have time for that today.
You could hear the front door creak open and your dog and lovely companion barking with excitement as his father walked in.
Suddenly, you could feel your heartbeat in two places. Between your legs and in your chest. Not only did the sound of his voice have your center moist, you were also anticipating seeing his handsome face.
āDown boy, down! Lil hyper midget.ā His rough but sweet voice to your ears could be heard scolding the dog. Frankly those two had a love hate relationship which is crazy because he bought it for you but would act like he didnāt like the dog. Not even after seeing proof of him cuddling the little beast or him getting emotional when he got sick that one time.
Ascending the stairs like her royal highness, he heard the click clack of your kitten sandals and he straightened his posture to get a good look at you. He could smell your sweet scent mixed with your natural scent, the combination teasing his nostrils and making his mouth salivate.
One would think you were a virgin the way you were standing before him. Eyes looking every where but directly at him. Doing that little nervous dance. It took him 3 long strides to stand in front of you as he peered down at you.
āFuck! You not playing fair babyā he muttered. His lips hovering over your gloss covered ones.
Hands circling your waist. Running up and down your full figure as his head found its place in the crook of your neck.
You could hear him sniffing you. Taking in your scent that he loved oh so much.
āAnd you smell delectable too. I could eat you right now.ā He growled close to your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe. āCan I eat your pussy baby? Hm? You know how bad I missed it.ā
All you could do was moan helplessly. Your hands running up and down his broad back. Squeezing his muscles. God, you missed feeling his rough biceps under your palms.
āUhh baby wait..ā you couldnāt help but moan as he smacked your ass and rubbed the spot. He jiggled it in his hands as if it was a stress ball. āYou need to wash up first.ā
āWhy? Imma just sweat and get dirty anywaysā
āBaby please-ā came out in a whiny voice as your arousal kept drenching your inner thighs.
After a few more minutes of him kissing on you and kneading your body like a horny teenager, he reluctantly detached from your body and basically run to the bathroom to wash up.
If someone were to ask you whatās your name or what date it is? You wouldnāt even know where to begin. The only thing coming from your succulent lips, that Stack had kidsed so much and bit on, were your beautiful moans and the word Daddy.
āDaddy-ā He lapped on your pussy like a caveman who just discovered his meal. Legs spreads and draped over his broad shoulders. His hands rubbing your titties. You were in heaven.
And so was he, given the grunts that kept coming from the back of his throat.
He put his whole face between your thighs. Alternating between making out with your pussy and his nose inhaling your scent.
āMy god! I fucking missed this.ā He growled.
You couldnāt take it anymore. Your palms pushing against his strong shoulders and your body trying to scoot back and detach from his lips that seemed to be glued to you.
āWhy are you running?ā When he lifted his head, you could see your juices coating his moustache. That visual was enough to make you cum on the spot. Paired by the obvious neediness in his dark brown orbs.
āB-baby I caanāt, itās too muchā
āNah youāre a big girl. You can take it mama.ā He said as he pulled your body under his massive one. Arms cradling you like a fragile little thing. He rained soft kisses all over your face. You chest.
Itās like the body has a mind of its own. Didnāt even notice when you started grinding on his center that was laying between your legs. Rock hard you could bet he was uncomfortable.
The combination of his dick teasing you, his mouth making out with your areolas and his fingers caressing your scalp, surely you couldnāt form a coherent sentence.
āTell me what you want mama. You keep making all these noises, I need you to tell daddy what you want.ā
Your soft fingers came between your bodies to hold his dick, making it jump.
āPlease, p-please put it innnā Your whiny voice and moans were like soft breeze caressing his ears.
āYeah? Put it in then baby. Put it in for me.ā He pecked your lips then pecked your forehead
Your fingers shook as you held him tightly guiding him to your entrance.
āOh my God, oh my god, oh my go-ā
āFuck! Open up for me baby. You know I need more space than that.ā Came his cocky reply as you struggle to take him all the way.
He always let you guide him in because it was always a sweet but painful few seconds before you could fully let him in .
But once he was in, you both let out sigh. You knew you were in for a long night. No complaints, because this is what you both needed.
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Sometimes you just get into one of those moods where you donāt want to do anything. Your hormones just being do imbalanced the idea of sex repulsed you. But stack was understanding during those times.
Itās been exactly 14 days and six hours since you got intimate with your partner. Yes you keep track just to see if itās consistent and to get a better understanding on the issue. Going to the doctor is not an option because the hospital scares you and the idea that going to the doctor may reveal some other underlying issue or a diagnosis makes you hesitant even more.
Today though, butterflies swim in your stomach just from the thought of your big handsome man. He makes the butterflies come to life anytime but today they have travelled south. Your lady parts are tingling at the mere thought of him and you can feel your heartbeat between your legs.
Watching your home made videos hasnāt scratched the itch. You tried using the toys he brought you as a just because gift when heās away from you, but nothing can reach that special, cushiony place only he can reach.
So you decided to call him even though heās at work because youāre too horny to wait.
āHello?ā Your velvety voice sounded even more soft because it was laced with need.
āWassup my baby?ā
You could hear the noise in the background coming from the loud machinery. The men talking even louder over the noise and music.
āUmm you got a few minutes to spare?ā
āYeah mama, you okay? you need something?ā
āYes Iām fine, Iām okay baby. Umm am I on loud speaker?ā
āYn baby Iām in the middle of something very important wassup you good? I got my earphone in.ā You could hear the concentration in his voice. You just know his muscles were bulging from the black fitted t shirt he wore this morning. He probably had that little concentration frown on his face.
āYes. Umm I was just wondering if I could maybe schedule a D.A.ā You said biting your lip and holding in a giggle because you just know heās going to be confused by what the hell is a DA.
āA D.A? The fuck is that? Aye if this one of your lil tiktak trends Iām hanging up!ā
You giggled at that. Music to his ears, penetrating straight to his heart. āNo baby itās not. Stoop. Iām seriousā
āWell what the fuck is a DA?ā
āA dick appointment, duh.ā
He went quiet for a moment. Thinking he hang up on you, you removed the phone from your ear to see if the call was still going on.
āAināt no āduhā. Also, who said you need to schedule to get some dick from your man?ā
āWell I donāt know you beeen busy and Iām just tryna..respect your schedule.. plus, you know..ā. You were self conscious with the hormonal changes in your body. It was so confusing because it seems like it came out of nowhere.
āAināt no fucking schedule for you. You want some dick for real baby?ā
āYes-ā
āAight Iām pulling up-ā
āWait, baby I didnāt mean right now, I can wait-ā You heard the phone go silent announcing the end of the call. You didnāt know if you were going to jump with excitement or vomit from the butterflies multiplying in your stomach.
Itās been a minute since you and Stack got active.
He never once pressured or made you feel guilty for the way your body would react. He would give you the space you needed while still letting you know how much he loves you and showing you affection in ways that wouldnāt overwhelm you. Even a blind person can tell you his love language is physical touch. But when physical contact overwhelmed you, he would tone it down.
So when you call his phone telling him explicitly you want some loving? How can he not drop everything and come running to you?
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Michael B. Jordan
Current series: The Girls' Trip.** (Full masterlist.)
Summary: Itās time for the grand reveal of the new house ā but it wonāt be just a regular event. Not if Michael has anything to do with it.
Pairing: Michael B. Jordan x Black!Reader
WARNINGS: EVENTUAL smut, weāre going for a slow burn here. Smitten!Obsessed!Michael
hello iāve emerged from the crypt. this is based off a dream i had. iāll be adding on in chunks. winter at briar ridge isā¦ on hold? idk it feels weird writing about christmas when iām actively dying of heatstroke. ALSO. i turn 25 in 3 days. š«Ŗ
There was music in every room, drifting through the house with an easy familiarity that poured from the built-in speakers tucked discreetly into the ceilings as if it had always belonged there. DāAngelo rolled lazily through the living space, its warm bassline weaving around the preparations already underway.
The house had been awake for hours.
By eight oāclock that morning, the florist had transformed the foyer into a garden of white garden roses, orchids, and eucalyptus that climbed from the floor in towering arrangements. By ten, the catering company had claimed the kitchen, replacing the scent of fresh breakfast with garlic, rosemary, and warm bread cooling beneath linen towels. Now, just after three, the house pulsed with the kind of organized movement that only existed when dozens of people were working toward the same moment.
For tonightās event, Michael had hired an event planner ā and no one who knew him had been surprised.
Planning had never been his strongest suit, but when it came to Y/N, he had developed an almost supernatural ability to remember details. He remembered which flowers she absentmindedly reached for at the farmerās market, the way she always moved the candles closer together after setting the table because she thought it made dinner feel warmer.
He remembered that she wanted a dinner party where no one had to cook, clear plates, refill glasses, or worry about entertaining because everyone (including the hosts) deserved to enjoy the evening.
She had mentioned it once. Nearly a year ago.
So when theyād finally settled into the house, unpacked the last box, and agreed that it was time to invite everyone over, Michael hadnāt simply envisioned a dinner, but an evening around her.
The menus had been letterpressed on textured cream cardstock; each guestās place card had been handwritten in gold calligraphy. The florist recreated the same white floral palette Y/N had saved to a Pinterest board months earlier without realizing heād seen it.
Even the playlist had been arranged hour by hour, beginning with classic R&B while everyone got ready, easing into cocktail music as guests arrived, before transitioning into a livelier mix after dinner.
He wanted the night to feel effortless for her ā which, ironically, required an extraordinary amount of effort from him.
this is what played in Smokeās head when Stack said āa pretty lady needs help with her carā and Smoke set his eyes on you for the first time at the auto shop.
as your heels clicked on the gravel floor towards the shop and he eyed you up and down.
man was gone ever since and Stack knew that. (Stack just smirking like he cupid himself)
summary: all his life, smoke had heard that two is company but three is a crowd; and never had it made as much sense as it did now.
cw: smut, toxic smoke x annie, possesive!smoke, obsessed!smoke, car!sex, cheating, extra messyy, this is real stack coded fr (smoke on some bullshit), they arguing, use of the nword
a/n: yāall always have me making a one shot into a mini series smfhhh. thereās at least one more part, and youāll see why after readinggggā¦ requested here and inspired by @librababe7
part one
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After that rather unfortunate event, Smokeās girl decided it would be best if they didnāt try that again. The pair had attempted to make it up to her, and while she was elated to have Smoke and Annie making her body scream while her feet touched the headboard, it wasnāt enough for the lingering thoughts and memories and doubts to subside.
Smoke sat up in bed.
It was late as hell, and his girl was sleeping peacefully beside him, but his mind couldnāt rest. He was stuck thinking about Annie and wondering what she was doingāif she was up thinking about him, too. Since his girl had put an end to things, he hadnāt had much of a chance to see Annie. Sheād come over to hang out or pick his girl up for a trip to the mall, but he kept his distance as best he could. Annie was addictive; Annie was everything he thought of now, and he knew it wasnāt right. His girl didnāt deserve to be treated that way, but when his mind would drift back to Annie, he couldnāt care any less about her feelings.
Huffing silently into the still night air, the manās back hit the headboard before he reached to retrieve his phone from the nightstand. Beside him, his girl was curled up in the sheets, and when she sensed his movements, she groaned, touching his leg in a need for closeness. It always amused him how much she wanted him even in sleep, but he was on a mission, so stilling his body, he went to work.
His phone illuminated the ceiling. It shined over his faceāstoic as alwaysāand it took him no time at all to find Annieās contact. She had put it in his phone that day when his girl had gone to the bathroom. In the time that sheād been away from them, Annie had added her number, texted herself, deleted the message, and made him a promise to figure this out while kissing the edge of his mouth. All he could do in that moment was listen, nod his head, and kiss her full and on the lips.
But neither of them had reached out.
Neither of them had the courage.
Smoke swore he was waiting for the right time, and Annie was waiting for him to make the first move. Anxiety causing his fingers to tremble, Smoke was beginning to think heād get no better time than the present.
You up?
The first text was simple. He was a man of few words, a man who didnāt beat around the bush too often. His stomach thumped in anticipation and regret, but when three dots rose in the bottom left corner, his nostrils flared.
i am
thought youād never text me
You got my number, too. You coulda made the first move
you donāt know who you talkin to, do you? i donāt make the first move. i donāt chase no man or woman. they chase me
So you consider this me chasin you?
it is one in the morning, smokey. what else you doin if you aināt tryna get into some mess?
His jaw clenched at the nickname, at how easily she had read him, but all it really did was stoke the flames and make him want her more. He looked down at the woman clinging to his legs. His eyes immediately focused on the phone once again.
She sleep beside me. So I canāt do much.
He felt raw with need as he texted her, wide open for her to see all of him, but he didnāt mind it. His mind flashed back to that day when they had gotten so inwrapped in each other that all they could do was keep going. There was a closeness between them that he couldnāt make sense of; All he knew was that he needed her again.
Smoke watched the curser blink as the delivered message stared back at him. He quickly moved to type once more.
I been thinkin bout the other day.
me too, baby
i been needin you so bad
itās too hard to ignore
Shit. I been thinkin bout just givin in
i think you should. weāve fucked already anyway, so just let it happen
Fuck. We doin this fr?
if you want to, smokey. come over to my place tomorrow
Bet.
And without much effort or tooth pulling, Smoke gave in and let go. He went to Annieās home the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. He was with Annie whenever he could get a chance, coming and going as he pleased, and she welcomed him with open arms and a heart free of guilt.
It had made her feel like shit at first, but how could you blame her? Smoke knew how to take care of every single one of her needs, and her friend should have been focused on keeping that good dick on lock. It wasn't her fault that the threesome had awakened something in her, a side that needed Smoke just as much as he needed her. And with time, they just grew more attached to each other, completely uncaring for how this would impact themselves and others.
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Bent over the center console with her heels rooted into the floor of the backseat, Annie muffled her moans as Smoke stroked her deeply. They were in his truck, parked in the middle of an abandoned lot, and although they were trying to be inconspicuous, the way he was thrusting into her had the truck rocking back and forth.
"Take this shit, baby," Smoke growled, smacking the side of her ass. It had become a force of habit now because he couldn't just watch that ass bounce on him and not touch her. She was addicting, and the more time they spent together, the easier it was to have her body screaming.
Unsuccessful in her attempts to shush herself, Annie cried his name, begged him to let her cum. As much as she needed the relief, they both had places to be that didn't involve each other. And the longer they went at it like this, the more their schedules were getting pushed back and the closer they were to this situation being ruined.
Behind her, sweat beaded on Smokeās forehead. If you asked him, the man would swear that he and Annie were molded for each otherāperfectly created for this moment. He knew where he had to be, knew that Annie had plans too, but he was losing himself in this, in her.
His strokes shifted out of rhythm as he began to feel his body tighten in every muscle. Anticipation grew, and his eyes clouded over.
Barking out a command for her give it to him, Smoke continued to fuck Annie through her orgasm. When her moans turned to whines, his chest expanded at the glorious sound; And with little effort, he let go into the condom, sinking back into the car seat for reprieve.
"You know she settin' up a double date, right," Annie huffed. She fixed her skirt, pulling it back down to an appropriate length and unsuccessfully smoothing out the wrinkles.
The man beside her was fully relaxed into the seat, mind blank. His eyes were closed, head tilted toward the ceiling as the after effects of his orgasm soothed his exhausted body; But as he registered her words, dread filtered through him.
"A double date with who," Smoke questioned wearily. His voice had a groggy note to it, but his fear and irritation shined through.
"You two and me and the nigga I'm seein' right now," she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Without even taking the chance to look, she knew the expression he wore on his face: one of confusion; one of betrayal. They'd never talked about her new man, and quite frankly, she wasn't ready to have this conversation with him, but they both needed to get on one accord if they were going to be able to pull this date night off without acting like people who have fucked each other more than once.
She pretended to be engrossed in her phone, biting at her bottom lip as she felt the anger course through him.
"Well, you must be confused 'cause the only nigga you seein' is me," Smoke boomed. Chest heaving, the man shook his head, finally gaining awareness of his surroundings again. Empty parking lot. In the backseat of his truck. Half naked. With his girlās friend.
Hastily, he fixed his clothes and set the used condom to the side before turning in the woman's direction. But she refused to look him in the eye, refused to speak.
"Don't piss me off, Annie," he exasperated, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You can't claim me, Smoke," the woman reasoned, arms wrapped tightly under her chest. Her eyes finally flashed over his body, and when they settled on his eyes, she could tell just how torn he was. The emotion made her blood boil. "You got her, so I can fuck around with whoever I want."
"So you fuckin' this nigga, too," Smoke thundered, arms flailing as everything felt like it was hitting him at once. He didn't have time to listen to reason. All he knew was that Annie belonged to himāwhether it was fair to feel that way or not.
"I'm not fuckin' nobody but you, so don't even go there for real," she argued, hand in his face as she put emphasis on each word. "You shouldn't be worried 'bout shit when you got a whole bitch at home waitin' for yo' cheatin' ass like a dummy."
Taken aback, Smoke revved his head back, brows pulling together.
"That's yo' damn friend, too, so if you feel any better in this situation than I do, you the dummy," he chastised, pointing a finger right back at her. "I ain't even touched her ass for real since we started doin' this 'cause I'm tryna be faithful to you."
"Oh my God! Do you hear yourself," Annie laughed, completely astonished. "You talkin' 'bout bein' faithful like you ain't doin' wrong to somebody else."
"Whatever," Smoke tsked, rolling his eyes and letting his back meet the seat again. He aināt feel like explaining it to her, but the way he saw it, his relationship was over. It was over when she decided to bring someone new in the equation. It was over when she made him feel like he wasnāt enough. Breathing deeply, he cut his eyes at Annie, leveling her with a look. "I just know you better not show up wit' no other nigga," he warned.
"You don't own me, Smoke" she shouted in response, and as she continued to curse him out and call him every name in the book, Annie climbed out of the backseat and slammed the door shut. Smoke watched her with an angered expression, but no matter how upset he was, he still ensured she made it safely to her car parked nearby. Defeated, he watched he skirt out of the abandoned parking lot, leaving him behind.
~~~~~
A week passed without word from Annie. Smoke texted and called and even showed up at her house a couple of times, but she refused to speak with him. In her mind, she was a grown ass woman who could do whatever she wanted because Smoke wasnāt her man. But in his mind, Smoke was her nigga and her only nigga.
When his girl told him about the double date, he made sure to respond appropriately. Not overly surprised. Not overly excited or interested. He made sure to seem somewhere in the middle because the way he responded to Annie was not how he needed to show up here. He needed to be as neutral as possible, and while he did the best he could, he could tell that his girl had picked up on something in his response.
Whether it be the uptick of his pulse, the tightening of his jaw, or the tremble of his hands, he knew she saw somethingāand there was no burying the realization that had popped up in her head.
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word count: ~2,000
a/n: shit's getting messyyy. what y'all thing gon happen at the double datee?
summary: all his life, smoke had heard that two is company but three is a crowd; and never had it made as much sense as it did now.
cw: smut, toxic smoke x annie, failed threesome, messyy, just read it :3
a/n: hiiii! i took a mini trip to see family, but iām back noww. this was a request and inspired by this post by @librababe7. i kinda deviated from the idea and had this be a first time event for smoke and his girlfriend
part two
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This was his girlās ideaāand a stupid one at that.
Smoke could handle his own shit. He aināt need no help pleasing his woman, and every girl heād ever been with had nothing but good memories to look back on. But for some reason, his girlfriend just had come up with the bright idea to invite someone else into their bed. She just had to make a new friend that she was obsessed with enough to invite over.
This was her idea. Not his. And the way that he saw it, his girl couldnāt get upset with the way that things had turned out because he warned her about how ridiculous this all was.
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When she first came homeātalking about this Annie woman with blush coating her cheeksāhe didnāt understand the appeal. So what she supposedly had a silky, smooth voice? So what she was the most beautiful woman his girl had ever seen? Beauty is relative, and Smoke couldnāt imagine a woman perfect enough to go there with. But if his girl wanted to give it a try, heād be willing to do so, too.
They had it all planned out: this would mostly be about his girl getting what she wanted. Smoke was supportive. Smoke was thoughtful, and if she wanted to explore something new, heād do it with her.
But how could anyone blame him when he finally set his eyes on this Annie woman? This Annie woman who is beautiful with a silky, smooth voice to match?
Smoke was knee deep in her before he realized what he was doing. Annie was laid out on her back in his bed, arching against the mattress with his head between her thighs. All he could hear, smell, taste, see, and feel was her. Her nails were scratching at the back of his neck as she encouraged him to keep going. She kept saying it was good, that he was so good. He had to keep going. Had to keep devouring her until she was shaking against his face.
Smoke dragged Annie to the edge of her pleasure, lips tight around her clit, and before she could cum, he pulled out. A whine leaving her lips, he shut her up quickly by settling his length between her parted thighs. He effectively hushed her cries, and her moans sounded louder than they had all night.
āFuck,ā he cursed beneath his breath. āYou tight as shit, baby.ā He wiped his face with the back of his hand, soon taking up both of her legs and throwing them over his shoulders.
āOh, shit,ā Annie laughed throatily, hardly finding the chance to breath between Smoke pummeling her and kissing down the length of her neck. He was too good at everything he was doing. So damn good for her.
Sheād completely forgotten why she was here and who had brought her here. Sheād forgotten this was supposed to involve someone else, too. But how could you blame her? Her new friend aināt tell her that her man had it like this. She aināt say he was this sexy. She aināt say that he would have her dickmatized in mere minutes.
When she was asked to join them, Annie had incorrectly assumed that Smoke couldnāt be any good in bed if her friend wanted another person to join, but she was pleasantly astonished by his capabilities. Where she thought heād be inept, the man was anything but. He could handle her with ease: picking her up, throwing her around, fucking her through the mattressāand his girl, too (when either of them could remember she was there).
Fully consumed by the moment, Smoke had Annie hanging off the side of the bed. Her head hung low as one of her hands touched the floor, trying her best to keep her upright.
"Arch that fuckin' back, baby," he groaned, eyes on the recoil of her ass.
"I'm tryin'," she shouted back, fighting the urge to crumble. Fuck did it feel good. It felt like he was fucking her rawāand he wasn't. It felt like he knew all the right spots and angles to hit. And when she would clench in a real specific way, Smoke felt like she knew what he needed, too. He dragged out and back in, forced her hips to meet his in the middle, and when she pulsed and fluttered and clenched just one last time, they came together with ease.
With her eyes closed, Annie felt him collapse against her back. His breath was hot against her neck, and the weight of him brought her relief.
"You comfortable up there," she laughed in question, sighing when he groaned in her left ear and squeezed at her side. She'd never felt this light after sex, and even though he'd put her through a lot, she felt better than she had all day. She couldn't believe her luck, couldn't believe that saying yes to a simple, yet loaded, ask would result in her body fluttering all over while her eyes sank back into her sockets.
But it felt like she was forgetting something.
She thought back to when Smoke had fell on top of her.
And when she had allowed her body to topple over the edge of the bed.
And when she was moaning his name and he hers.
And when he was eating her out with frenzied purpose.
And when he had ripped her clothes from her body.
And when she had walked into the bedroom.
And when the front door had opened and her friend was on the other side.
Annieās eyes sprang open quickly, and with Smoke still laid out on top of her, she saw her friend standing in the door frame of the bedroom. Her shoulder was leaned into the wood. Her right foot crossed over her left while her arms folded against her chest in a strong hold. Robe covering her naked body, the woman looked like she could breathe fire and curse someoneās bloodline in the same second, and Annie didnāt exactly blame her. This wasnāt supposed to go like this, but she and the man had gotten far too carried away with each other.
āYāall done yet,ā the woman spoke up, not even truly ready for the answer the tangled pair would utter.
Above Annie, Smoke groaned in realization, cursing to himself. Heād fucked up, and he wasnāt sure how he was going to come back from this; And he wasnāt sure if he wanted to either. Head lifting from where heād rested it against Annieās back, he avoided the other woman across the room.
He stood upright and removed the used condom.
He huffed a breath as he moved to find something for Annie to cover herself with.
He cleared his throat as if ready to speak.
But once he met the eye of the woman across the room, all words died in his throat.
