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tease your man

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summary : "you got to tease your man, you got to please your man and let him know just how you feel. 'cause when he loves you right, it's a real done deal"

pairing: smoke moore x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ (mdni), language, smut, oral (male receiving), stack is heavy on that younger brother energy, use of n word, face fucking

a/n: short lil one shot about giving smoke head while he smokes a cigarette; hit my inbox with requests if you have any!

"Girl, yo' husband a certified asshole!"

Stack's voice arrived before he did, causing you to furrow your brows. The door swung open and revealed your brother-in-law, frowning as he walked into the room.

"You need to put his damn pecker in your mouth so he'll lose the fuckin' attitude!" he continued.

"Shut the fuck up, Stack" you heard your husband grumble, coming in right behind him.

You offered him a smile and ignored your brother-in-law's comment, knowing Stack had a special skill for tap dancing all over Elijah's last nerves.

"This nigga here meaner than a damn snake, I'm tellin' you," Stack continued, plopping down in the arm chair across from where you were seated. "Don't know how you deal with the motherfucker."

You gave him a short hum as a response. The calmness between the two told you that they weren't arguing about anything serious, just butting heads over something small.

"What'd my mean, mean husband do to you this time, poor baby Stack?" you questioned softly, a faux pout on your lips as you teased him.

Stack rolled his eyes at you, scoffing and mumbling about him not being a "damn baby," which earned a short laugh from Elijah, who had walked behind the couch you were sitting on and leaned down to press two soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You shivered from the contact, feeling your stomach twist now that he was back. He'd been gone a few days on business that you didn't care to know about. The two of you had an arrangement that as long as he came back in one piece and you stayed safe at home ready to take care of him when he returned, you would never need to know what he did when he left the walls of your shared home.

"Well, lemme tell you, my beautiful sister," Stack started, inhaling deeply. "Two of us was..."

Stack trailed off when he caught a mean glare from his brother that told him to be careful what all he revealed to you. He swallowed before continuing.

"On some business. Shit got outta hand with some of the men we was dealing with...white, y'know? I tell Smoke we need to just forget the shi-"

"Stack," Smoke warned.

"Forget the deal," he corrected. "Just forget the damn business deal and haul ass, but you know this nigga. All about his damn business, so he pulls out that pistol and start wavin' it around, threatenin' to put a bullet in everybody in the building."

Your eyes widened at the image your brother-in-law was painting for you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it, the idea of Elijah all tough and mean and doing anything to get the job done and bring some money home for you.

"I'm standin' there tryna calm his crazy ass down. 'Smoke, nigga this ain't the plan, calm yo ass down'. I kept sayin' the shit. Guess what this nigga do? Guess!"

You shrug, attempting to hide an amused smile. Stack could be a pain in your ass sometimes, but he was your little brother and he was one hell of a storyteller and you loved him.

"What did he do?" you humored softly.

"Nigga gon' pop me in the fuckin' mouth with the fuckin' gun!"

You hated to laugh, truly, but you couldn't help yourself. The giggles escaped you before you could stop them and it wasn't long before you heard your husband's low laughing above your head.

Stack rolled his eyes.

"Nah, now I see how you deal with his ass. You just as mean. Here I am thinkin' my big sister of all people would understand the sheer pain a nigga in but no. You don't give a damn, neither!"

You kept giggling as Stack stood, huffed, and left the room, going out back to do God knows what as you called for him to come back between laughs.

"He gon' be alright," you heard Elijah sigh, rounding the couch to sit beside you. "He gon' be just fine."

You smiled at him and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips and earning a hum from him.

"Missed you," he told you, "A lot."

"Missed you, too. You make us some money?"

He laughed at that.

"That all you care about?"

"It seems like somethin' to care about if you goin' round threatenin' white men. What's wrong with you, Elijah?" you questioned, a raised brow sending a shiver down his spine.

There were few people on the earth that could intimidate Elijah Moore. At the top of that list was his lovely wife.

"Yes, I brought you back some money, baby," he assured you.

You passed him one of the cigarettes you'd rolled for him yesterday and took the lighter off of the same side table that was holding the cigarettes and lit it for him when he placed it between his lips.

"Thank you, baby. You always so good to me," he cooed.

"I try," you replied gently, bringing your hand to his thigh and rubbing slowly.

Your touch, like always, never went unnoticed by Elijah. He raised his eyebrow and looked down at you, a dangerous glint in his eye.

Every time he left, he missed everything about you. He missed your eyes, your smile, your thick thighs and curves. Usually, most of all, he missed the way you tasted and the way you sounded when he took you apart piece by tiny piece. This time was no different. He was ready to dive into you completely.

"What you thinkin' bout, baby girl?" he asked you.

"Somethin' Stack said," you replied honestly, deviousness written all over your features.

Usually, you knew better than to take half the shit Stack said into account, but one comment of his got you thinking.

You'd never taken Elijah in your mouth before, but you'd heard some rumors about how good it can feel for both parties. It was just something you'd never thought about trying out, but for some reason, between Stack's comment, images of your husband getting tough and meaning all business, and him sitting right beside you with that damn cigarette in his mouth, you were ready to give it a shot.

"You know you can't listen to that nigga. He-"

"I want to try something," you cut him off. Standing and smoothing out the bottom of your dress before getting down on your knees in front of your husband.

You didn't miss the way his eyes widened a little, amusement and shock plastered on his dark features. He inhaled his cigarette before exhaling, eyes rolling back as the pleasure flooded through him and that look on his face alone was enough to certify this for you. You were going to make him cum from your mouth if it was the last thing you did.

You thought back to some of the conversations you'd had with Mary, the tips she'd given you for if you ever decided to try with Smoke.

'Tease him. Don't give in straight away. They like it when you play games.'

Your fingers trailed up his thighs softly before one hand rose to his crotch, pressing down gently. He shuddered at the contact, cocking his head to the side and looking down at you.

"What you doin'?" he asked you, a smirk growing on his face as he took the cigarette out of his mouth momentarily and held it in his right hand.

"You'll see."

He laughed shortly when you began to unbutton him, pulling his length free. His cock sprung up and landed on his stomach. He was hard and leaking and it was making your mouth water.

'Give him a lil' kiss. Right at the tip. Drives a man crazy.'

You pressed your lips against his tip, ghosting a kiss there and feeling satisfied when you heard his breath hitch. You kissed down his shaft and heard him grumble something about getting on with it.

You were beginning to feel a bit more adventurous and stuck your tongue out, finding the thick vein on his shaft and slowly licking it, earning a groan from him. You did it again, swirling your tongue along his length as he looked down at you with thinning patience.

"Quit playin', woman," he warned, no weight behind that threat. He was loving every second of your slow toying with him.

'Don't forget to spit on it. They love that.'

A string of spit dripped down onto his cock and he swore he was about to see stars. His fine ass wife in this state was enough to make him finish right then and there all over your face, but he kept his composure, taking another hit of his cigarette to focus on something other than the feeling of your warm saliva on him.

'Then it's up to you. Take the whole damn thing in your mouth and suck like a damn lollipop.'

You took him in your mouth, going down as far as you could go without gagging. Elijah cursed above you and you felt pride. He'd always been reactive to you.

'Anything you can't fit in your mouth, use your hand. After that, smooth sailin'.'

You gripped the base of his cock and stroked as you sucked on the rest, bobbing your head up and down.

"Fuuuck, baby!" he hissed, eyes rolling back like they had just moments ago. "Feel so fuckin' good."

You felt your cheeks warm up at the compliment and kept bobbing your head and sucking him. It felt good, but he needed more. He was so close.

"Lemme help you out a lil bit. You trust me, baby?"

You rose off of him, a string of spit falling on your chin and he shook his head at the sight. Your full breasts were getting spit on them as well and the neckline of your light pink dress was darker from the wetness of your saliva.

"I trust you. With my life, you know that."

"Alright, go back down."

You obliged, taking him back in your mouth and stopping when his hand gently pressed to the back of your head.

"Just breathe in, baby. This okay?"

You nodded as best you could and he smiled down at you.

"My pretty wife. Keep goin'."

You obliged, continuing to suck him as he pushing your head down. You choked a bit on his cock when his tip hit the back of your throat and you were expecting him to let you back up but the moan he let escape him told you he had other plans.

"Feels so fuckin' good. Breathe through your nose, pretty girl."

He'd always made sure you knew how beautiful you were to him, constantly calling you pretty and beautiful and everything in between. The man was in love with every single thing about you and he never failed to let you know it. You'd come a long way from the emotionally pent up version of him that you'd met. You first met him as Smoke, but the more your relationship grew, you got to know him as Elijah. Your Elijah.

Elijah loosened his grip on your hair, letting you come up for a minute to breathe before pushing you back down.

"You're makin' a mess," he grunted. "We gon' have to clean that up later."

The smell of cigarette smoke filled the room and you shivered, picturing him above you casually smoking while you were on your knees for him.

"Can I fuck those pretty lips?" he questioned, pulling you up again so that you could look him in the eyes. "Please?"

You nodded slowly. You'd do anything for him at this point. You knew after you were done with him he'd please you. You wondered if he could even imagine how wet you were for him at the moment.

"Whatever you want, baby," you replied softly, whole body feeling like it was on fire.

He cupped your face and lowered you back down, sloooowly pushing his tip past your lips before allowing you to sink all the way down on his cock. Elijah held you there for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling of him in your mouth again before thrusting his hips upwards.

You felt yourself clench around nothing at the feeling, growing impatient for him to fuck you where you needed him the most, but you didn't mind waiting. He deserved this, deserved to get this pleasure from you.

"Ssssoooo good," he moaned out, hips picking up speed as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax.

Your mouth was so damn warm and wet and perfect just like the rest of you. He couldn't believe the two of you had waited so long for this. He wasn't even sure how he could ever leave you at home again, beginning to contemplate bringing you along next time he and Stack had to handle business. That way you'd be there waiting for him when he needed to get some release.

The noises coming from you as his tip hit the back of your throat were nothing but sinful, but it was music to his ears, only spurring him on as he rambled about how perfect you were and how he was going to fuck you so good after this. You couldn't fucking wait.

"Shit, shit, shit, baby!" Elijah cried out, one last thrust sending him over the edge as he held your face against him.

He spilled into your mouth, warm and salty. The load was big. So big that you couldn't catch it all, some of it spilling out the side of your mouth and dripping onto his dick.

"Messy fuckin' girl," he mumbled, letting you finally come up for more air. "Where the hell you learn to do that, huh?"

You suddenly felt shy as he brought his thumb to your face, wiping away the mixture of your spit and his cum.

"Just some gossip around town," you told him, keeping your source to yourself, sure that he didn't want to hear that Mary had taught you everything she knew. He didn't need that mental picture of her and his brother.

"Well, you just keep listening to that damn gossip," he told you with a smile and dazed eyes. "Come up here."

You obliged, sitting down beside him once more.

He put a large hand on the back of your neck and pulled you close for a hot, messy kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, tasting himself in your mouth. It was just heavenly.

He shook his head and put his cigarette out before standing.

"Gotta return the favor for my pretty girl," he told you, lowering to his knees and pushing up your dress. "Show you some tricks of my own."

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