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part two of teach me how to love is up! enjoy :)

[siribaes]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

── .✦ ݁₊ . contents: elijah ‘smoke’ moore x ( black!fem! ) original character. au. hella angst. plot-ish? no specific time period but period specific language & references. AAVE. unprotected s-e-x -> lovemaking. 0ral (f!receiving). smoke is basically a munch lol. very-verbal!smoke. praise kink. just general nastiness. sweet ending. semi-proofread so excuse the mistakes lol. kinda long so buckle up. minors do not interact.

the after |

it was nine years.

nine years since smoke has seen his dear lila. the first couple years were the hardest—memories of her would often flood his mind. her bright eyes, how they twinkled and shined with emotion. true windows to the soul. the way that everything she felt was on full display. unabashedly. authentically. he missed her smile, the warmth that radiated from it. the way she smiled at him. at night, when smoke was alone both in his physical space and in his thoughts, he would think of her in the most intimate of ways.

from the way lila’s body would quiver as he entered inside her warmth. the softness of her calves—the way she used them to pull him closer when smoke fucked her. on those nights, smoke would feel it—the need. deep in the pits of his stomach. in the cover of darkness, he would reach into his pants, fumbling for his manhood. the strokes of his length were jaggy and uncoordinated, a feeble attempt of mimicking the way lila used to touch him. it wasn't the same. lila had technique, finesse, and that other four-letter word to guide her movements. when the imitation wasn't enough, smoke would close his eyes, reaching into the deep recesses of his mind and conjure her.

the ghost of her really.

it was always her voice that would first appear—

smoke?

he grunted. conjuring a bit deeper.

a collection of his favorite parts of her would appear, her eyes, cherubic cheeks, soft skin, her full lips. she became clearer, the fuzzy vision came into full fruition. ghost lila knelt beside him, the straps of her yellow negligee draped on both arms, while the neckline dipped so low that smoke could see the beginnings of pigmented skin of her areolas. he wanted to bite them.

you're shakin' baby, she would say. you close?

smoke grunted, nodding his head against the pillow. ghost lila reached over, wrapping a hand around his own, helping him. she stroked him—in the dream at least. well, it might as well have been real. with change of pace, slow and rough, caused dribbles of pre-come to leak from smoke's bulbous head.

ghost lila moved. she was on top now, straddling with plush thighs, and a soft belly. her neckline dipped lower and lower—

you doin' so good, baby. you gonna come for me?

she scooted back somehow, bent forward, mouth open and—

wan' it in my mouth, smoke.

one more tug and, boom. smoke came. just like that the reverie broke. smoke would open his eyes to his lila gone. an empty room, alone in the darkness with nothing but the cum that stained his rigged, bare chest and an ache in his heart. as time went on, came less and less of those nights. the pain of losing lila became too much, it distracted him. so, like most painful things, he packaged it away, tying a nice, neat bow of it. although smoke was soldier true and true, he was still human. blood and bones. imperfect by nature. her face would flash in his mind, from seeing the color yellow, or a bouquet of flowers. or that time him and stack took a ride up state, he saw a firefly for the first time in years. he caught it in a tiny mason jar.

it died three days later.

now years later, and a bank robbery or two, or three, four? the smokestack twins were back in the delta. a trunk full of stolen cash and liquor, the twins were looking for a fresh start. with a plan set in motion, they smoke wasn't going to be derailed. that was the plan, but what is life without change. a new course in direction.

that change came in form of two boys, and one hefty list at smoke’s friend, bo chow’s grocery store. at first, smoke paid the interaction no mind. just chatter. nothing of true importance. he focused his mind focused on the other supplies that was needed for grand opening by weeks end. but, the more the two boys talked, the more intrigued he became.

"—and she wants three pounds of uh, catfish, half a bushel of corn, a bag of rice,"

bo chuckled. "does this misses, want some milk too?"

smoke turned around, fully looking at the interaction. bo caught smoke’s gaze and tossed him a small grin.

"no sir,"

oh, the boy was serious.

“y’all know i have to ask, you have enough to pay for it?”

the smaller one reached deep into his pocket, pulling out a fist full of dollars. “here ya are mister chow, thirty-five dollars! that’s how much miss lila said it would cost,”

lila? it couldn’t be? his lila was here in the delta? she couldn’t be. it’s been too long—

“oh! well, why don't we get started then,"

smoke watched silently as bo helped the two boys load up the food items, pushing away at buttons on the register as he rang them up. when the boys loaded their arms full of groceries, smoke’s curiosity had bubbled over—he had to know, if this miss lila was his lila.

“y’all need a ride?”

the car ride over was filled with children's chatter. questions flew from their mouths with ease—are you really one the smokestack twins? how ya get this car? can i drive? have you ever shot anyone? do you know miss lila? oooh are you in love with miss lila?

all smoke could do was laugh as the children continued to babble towards the end the ride. it wasn't till he parked the motorcar in the grass, did smoke realize it really was lila's home. he remembered it from the many nights smoke dropped her off after their rendezvous. memories began to resurface as smoke carried grocery bags in his hands, he felt them begin to tremble. smoke’s nerves continued to crackle with every step he took. he lingered behind as the boys clamored up the steps and knocked on the door.

when it opened, smoke's heart dropped.

her lips were painted red, the shade— a cross between a rich carmine and blood red. deep, dark, and dangerous. lila's hair was different too, gone were girlish curls of yesteryear, now her hair flowed past her shoulders, in soft billowy curls like those women in the pictures—theresa harris, dorothy dandridge, lena horne. it framed her face beautifully. her body had changed too—god and time had blessed lila with more curves than the average man could handle. her hips, much fuller now, sat nicely in the black column skirt that framed her exquisitely. it paired perfectly with the black short-sleeved blouse she wore. even from smoke’s angle, he could see some undone buttons, hinting at the smooth skin of her ample cleavage. the heels she wore were different, higher, more impractical, reminding him of the women he would see in chicago and cities further east.

smoke was spellbound.

she didn't notice him at first, till she looked up. eyes met. nine years. nine years of emotions flashed in lila's eyes. for a moment, she stood in the doorway, frozen. the look she gave him sent chills down his spine, it was a rare thing. smoke wasn't man that was easily spooked, but the look lila gave flayed him, open and raw.

"y'all come inside, get out of this heat," even her voice was different—smokier, smoother, and still sweet, but a different kind of sweet. like dark chocolate, sweetness with a tinge of bitter.

smoke prayed that he wasn't responsible for the bitterness.

there was a relief that washed over smoke as he stepped inside of lila's home and away from the unrelenting heat. the sweat that clung to him like an uncomfortable shawl, finally stopped. he felt a slight breeze across his face. he looked up. she had a ceiling fan.

"down the hall to the left," her words came out as quickly as she left.

down the hall, to the left. smoke adjusted the heavy bags in his arms and walked.

"alright now," lila smiled at the two boys. they stood in front of her, grinning ear to ear. "don't go spendin' this all at once," she handed them each a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

"thank you miss lila!" they paused in front of smoke. "bye, mister smoke, thanks for the ride,"

the boys bolted out the front door. lila watched from a window, watching as the cut across the grass and down the dirt path by trees. smoke couldn't face lila yet, so he slowly began to take the groceries out of bags. they moved in silence, putting items away, in cabinets, and her refrigerator (a luxury around these parts). she guided him with a pointing finger—moving his arm here and there. in another universe this would've been domestic bliss, now it felt they were strangers sharing space. with the last of groceries put away, smoke faced lila who was now standing opposite of him.

"you thirsty?"

smoke nodded. he watched her move, poetry in motion, as she grabbed a glass and large pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. she poured. lila then handed him the glass, hands brushing against each other. tension. it curled inside of smoke. he sipped. the perfect ratio of tart and sweet. he did a double-take.

"you made this?"

lila rolled her eyes. "naw, the maid made it,"

smoke chuckled. "its good, li."

she froze. shit. he hadn't called her that in years. smoke could see the walls forming back up in her eyes. they dimmed.

"shit, i over stepped—"

"why are you here, smoke?"

'cause i love ya. i missed ya. i need to know. that's what he wanted to say. instead, he said—"don't know,"

lila scoffed. "bullshit,"

"why it gotta be bullshit?"

"cause i know you, smoke. you never do nothin' without reason. so i'm gonna ask again, why are you here?"

the tension that was once simmering, had reached a boiling point. lila was challenging him—for the first time in years, maybe ever. it angered him. it turned him on. it confused him. it was new waters, and smoke wasn't the best swimmer. he gripped the glass a bit harder as he took another sip.

"goddammit, smoke! you're so stubborn, y'know that? fuckin' bastard,"

smoke blinked. her razor-sharp tongue, shocked him. in all of his time with lila, he never knew her to speak in this way. so harshly. was this her now, or wasn't because of his presence, that caused so much venom to spew from her.

"lila," smoke tried to speak with some calmness, evenness, but his mississippi drawl and years of city-slick chicagoan speak caused her name to come out rougher than intended. he saw lila's beautiful eyes narrow into angry slits. shit. smoke rolled his shoulders and tried again. "lila, its no need for all that now,"

"fuck you," venom. acid. salt on an open wound. "you don't get to tell me how to speak,"

she was gearing up now. slowly, closing the space between them. lila pointed a finger at him, they were red—same as her lipstick.

"lila—"

"no. no. no. i'm not doin' this again. not you, or my ex-husband, my daddy, that son-of-a-bitch, is gonna tell me how to act or be or what to say,"

"lila, i ain't mean nothin' by it—"

"bullshit, again! god, why do you lie to me so much? huh? is there somethin' about me that makes you lie? why can't you be honest with me—"

"lila i love you,"

she stopped. close to her now, smoke could see her chest heave up and down. the rise and fall. then something flashed in her eyes—

"no," lila breathed out. she took a step back. smoke walked forward. "you don't get to say that. not after everything, no,"

"why? it's true. i love you, i really do,"

lila shook her head. the heart and mind caught in a tug of war that played out in her eyes. she kept walking backwards, while smoke pressed on. her bottom hit the countertop. smoke took another step, he had forgot how tiny she was, even with heels, he towered over her easily. lila's chest heaved, ragged breaths left her mouth as her eyes darted wildly. something ached in him when he realized—she couldn't look at him.

"baby," smoke spoke, finally finding the balance, the right amount rough, the right amount of want. "look at me?"

she resisted. smoke reached for her chin, with a gentle firmness, held her chin, forcing her to look. lila squirmed a little in his touch, but as the seconds dragged on, she relented, fully looking into his eyes. the heart and mind at war with one another.

"i was a fool that night. lettin' you slip away like that. your kindness—love was somethin' i never had. all my life, it was just my brother and me, lovin' him was enough. then, you showed up, kind smile, big heart and i broke it. 'cause i didn't know how to love you. for that i'm sorry. should've been a man and told you my pain—should've fought, should've tried harder to show you, just how much i love you. i know that now. i also know that i don't want to go another day, another hour without you,"

"smoke," tears welled up her eyes, collecting on her waterline.

"i will spend everyday of my life tellin' and showin' you how much i love you. how much i'm in love with you. if you'll have me—"

lila's lips were as soft as he remembered, probably softer. together they moved with such synchronicity, that time nor space have no influence on. smoke knew how lila liked to be kissed. she liked sweet, enjoying the feeling of him on her lips, letting it slowly the desire to grow, guiding them to move closer, tilt their heads one way, opening her mouth so smoke slip his tongue inside. she let him roam—savoring her taste after all these years. honey. pure honey. he kissed her deeper, licking at her bottom lip. smoke felt tears run down her cherubic cheeks. he kissed her even deeper, allowing for his hands to finally roam over the curves he masturbated dreamt of. smoke's hands found her ass. he squeezed.

the touch was met with a moan. the softest he's ever met from her, like melted ice-cream on hot pavement. absolutely sinful.

"elijah—"

the use of his government shouldn't've turned him on so much, but how lila said, the way it rolled of her tongue so effortlessly. it went straight to his dick. he groaned into her mouth. hands spreading her thighs as far as he could, smoke ground his erection into her, letting her know just how much she affected him.

"smoke, please—"

they both were growing restless. the want for more of her rooted itself deep in smoke's stomach. he broke the kiss, hands still at her bottom, he knelt down.

"baby what are you—"

smoke pulled apart lila's skirt, ripping it straight down the middle. she whined, instantly squeezing her thighs together. smoke licked his lips, her panties, white, had a damp spot. he moved closer, but lila's hand shot and stopped him.

"move ya hand," the mississippi man had fully return, that familar drawl took over syllables and words he spoke.

"but—"

"uh-uh. you know better than keepin' from what i want. i'm starvin' li,"

she relented. smoke smiled as he brought his face to her clothed pussy. lila's sweet, sweet cunny. he breathed in her scent, his broad nose found her clit—smoke used the tip to rub softly at it, while his tongue licked her clothed folds.

"oh, fuck!"

smoke chuckled against her. "i ain't even really touch you yet,"

"please, smoke. it's been so long,"

then he remembered what she said earlier. lila was married. a mean roll of jealously tossed itself inside of him. to think, another man had his lila, or worse neglected his lila. the thought alone was enough for him to kill a man. he shook those thoughts off. smoke caught lila's gaze as he peeled away her panties.

"how long?"

"mmm, years. a-after our honeymoon, i wouldn't let him touch me,"

smoke hummed. "is that right? you think of me when you touched yourself?"

"yes,"

"thought about you too, jerk my dick off to the vision of you in mind,"

"oh, smoke—" she twitched when he blew across her budding clit.

"this my pussy, right? smoke's pussy,"

"all yours, baby,"

her pussy was dripping. he could the evidence smear itself against her thighs. wet and shiny. smoke went in, licking a long stripe against her slit. lila mewled, her legs naturally spread for him. the touch smoke had was steady, rough and calloused hands rubbed and palmed lila's plush thighs. smoke's tongue swirled around lila's gummy insides, taking his time getting reaccommodated. her pussy, god bless, was saccharine in taste and syrupy in feel. god, smoke was drowning in her. he continued to savor her pussy, licking away at every crevice, he gathered some of her essence on hid tongue, and spat it back on her. he watched with sinful appreciation as the thick glob mixture dripped from her clit down her folds. smoke then latched his lips onto lila's clit and sucked.

"oou—fuck, me! smoke, i'm so close," lila fingers clutched smoke's head, pulling him closer into her heat. one of her legs started to tremble, so smoke draped it over his shoulder.

he kept going, pressin' on that button till he felt it. the gush he called it. lila's sweet, sweet cum flowed out of her and directly into smoke's mouth. he drank everything she gave him. kitten licks at her core, he lapped it up like milk. he held her still as continued to drink from her well.

"w-wait, elijah it's too much," taking a glance, he saw her blouse fully unbuttoned, with one hand tucked inside her bra—playing with herself.

showing some mercy, smoke relented. placing a fat kiss on her perked clit, smoke let lila's leg go and rose to his feet. she was so beautiful like this, all blissed out, and pleasured. smoke wanted to see her face like this every day of his life.

"oh my," lila murmured. wide-eyed, she reached for him, touching his cheek. "i got myself all over you,"

this was true. her essence smeared smoke's cheeks, his mustache, drenched his beard. the saccharine taste still danced on his lips and tongue. lila reached for pocket square, pulling it out, and dabbed across his face. cleaning him up. it reminded smoke of the time she squirted on his lap in the backseat of his car. she had been so embarrassed, had never done it before, lila was confused. she dabbed the fabric of his suit jacket, so fiercely he thought the was going to rub a hole through it. eventually, he calmed her, telling her it was a natural occurrence. she squirted two more times that night.

smoke wanted to her do it again.

distracted with cleaning him off, smoke snuck two fingers inside. she gasped, so loudly—for a second smoke that he was hurting her, but he saw lila's lids flutter, her full lips forming a 'o' he knew he had her. the strokes her slow and deep, going knuckles deep inside. lila's walls fluttered and squeezed against his fingers—pulling him in and pushing him out. he grunted at the thought of her pussy doing the same to his dick. pulling. pushing.

"smoke, please! want more, i want you—"

"be good. if you don't take my fingers ‘s gonna hurt,"

"but baby—" smoke cut her off with a third finger. she whined, more essence gushed out of her, dripping all down his hand.

he too wanted more, to plunge deep into lila's waters and never come back up. but he knew, if he caved in now, lila wouldn't be able to take all he had to give. smoke finger fucked her faster now—and much to his surprise, lila was meeting his strokes, shifting her hips towards.

"ohhh! shit-shit-shit, its coming smoke, ohmygod—"

lila erupted. clear fluids spewed outwards in erratic streams. geyser like. sinful. as lila rode off her orgasm, smoke whispered into her ear—my li, my good girl, fuck, you look so pretty f'me. lila pulled him close, hugging him, as she rode the last aftershock. there was a moment, between the fluctuating arousal and heavy breaths, of laughter. neither of them knew where it came from but it was beautiful. a cathartic thing between reunited lovers—how they ended up in this position, it was a humor to it. smoke pulled lila close to his chest, and they laughed until it was nothing but love left between them.

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the rest of the day was spent breaking in the house—smoke had his way with lila. bent over the counter, spread across the kitchen table, bent over again on the arm of the living room couch. smoke even fucked lila on the stairs. so many years apart with only the dream of her to get him there, smoke became addicted to lila all over again. her taste, her smell, the way she would clench around him—squeezing smoke’s dick with her vice grip. hours on end, all smoke wanted to do was make her cum, over, and over, and over again. the sun was going down now, the last of its light danced across lila’s bedroom—it danced brilliantly, across lila’s beautiful face as she straddled smoke’s lap.

“shit,” smoke groaned. calloused hands held ample flesh of lila’s sides as smoke fucked into her. more for lovin’. he growled at the thought and how lila’s wall were constricting around his member. so tight. “you love me?”

“yes,” he looked up to see lila’s face, blissed out, beautiful, eyes closed, mouth open. she was the epitome of beauty, yet smoke needed more.

“say it,” he angled his hips, pulling halfway out. a quick glance to where they met, pestle and mortar, seeing how how lila’s creamy essence coated the base of his dick. she was truly a dream. he drove into lila harder. smoke reveled in how her body, responded to him. gummy walls tightened, more of her essence dripped onto his lap.

“ooou- fuck! love you, stack,” she pulled him close, raking her nails up his back.

smoke slapped lila’s bottom. “again,”

her eyes were open now, staring directly into smoke’s eyes. lila’s hands left smoke’s back, traveling up to the sides of his face. she cradled him with a certain kind of softness, delicately. the most precious thing in the world.

“smoke, i love you,” she clenched around his dick, on purpose. hips winding rhythmically, lila meeting him halfway, bouncing on him, pulling and pushing. a unreal warmth, bloomed underneath his skin. he was close. “i love you with every breath,”

“lila—” smoke’s heart raced.

“with every bone,”

“s-shit,” balls tightened.

“with every piece of me. smoke, i love you,”

then, the damn broke. smoke flooded lila’s wall with thick, velvety ropes of cum. it overflowed, as smoke, jackhammered erratically, riding out his orgasm. more sticky sap, a combination of both dripped between them, creating the disgustingly wet sound that bounced off walls of the bedroom. overstimulation crept into smoke’s bones, he softened his grip on lila’s body, turning it into feather like touches and caresses. lila’s lips found themselves all over smoke’s face. kisses so soft and sweet, like a dream.

“smoke,” lila whispered against his skin, smoke angled himself, so the bridges of their noses nuzzled each other’s.

“yeah?”

“don’t leave again, okay?”

now, it was smoke’s turn—he pulled back to cradle lila’s face, the most precious thing in the world. his most precious thing. smoke stared deep into lila’s eyes, seeing the stunning constellations of love and adoration intertwine themselves.

“can’t,” lila’s brow quirked. full with love, and still inside of her, smoke chuckled, genuinely—another rare thing. “your my forever thing,”

a tear ran down lila’s cheek, before it could fully fall, smoke caught with his thumb. they kissed, soft and deep, like true lovers, all the pain of yesteryear left behind, for good. it wasn’t long before smoke found himself entangled in lila, making love to her. and when sleep finally claimed, smoke would be there ready to give her that ring he had hidden away, deep in his suit pocket. a promise, to lila—he’ll never leave her side again.

a forever thing.

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[ a/n: ahhh part 2 done. thank y’all for the lovely comments and reads. truly appreciated, enjoy xx! ]

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Kevin Atwater x OC Ava Batiste

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Grown Folks Business 💍

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Wednesday Win

Here we go.....

Kevin Atwater was slumped down in his seat, spending a rare night off with his dad and his cronie, Smokey at the Sixes Bar. The corner brick building was a true piece of Chicago history, publicly declared a historical site in 1998. Owner Milton Richards Sr. kept the music live and made sure the drinks were still poured heavy. There was no signage outside and inside, they still had working payphones. Black owned and well-respected, no bouncers were needed - the regulars had a well-known reputation for having zero tolerance for rowdies. The notable delicious food selection came from a list so short that the servers just rattled off your choices when they came to your table. And those really in the know went around the back looking to get into a low-stakes game or two - spades on Wednesdays and poker on Thursdays. 

Lew picked up his cards, squinting through the dense cigar smoke he had just blown in the air. Ava’s father, Franklin, noted the joyous smirk on his face and shook his head before tossing back the last of his drink. “You lookin’ like this hand is all ours, my man.”

“Here they go with this shit,” Smokey muttered, adjusting in his seat throwing a knowing look to Kevin.

Lew’s gravelly voice was quiet as usual, “Now Smoke, brotha I didn’t say a word…but if I had--”.

Lew and Franklin both let out a rough cackle and leaned over to slap each other’s hands in a low five.

The newlyweds’ fathers had bonded over cards, dominoes and cigars the day they met. Ava’s father may have been a devout Christian, but he was also a family man who understood the pull to take care of his family by any means necessary, so he didn’t bat an eyelash at Lew’s prison time. Impressed by the humility it took for the man to try to mend his relationship with Kevin, they had been partners on the spades tables ever since.

Kevin looked at the two of them, shaking his head. “’Aight y’all. Just count your books.”

Ava appeared from the bar up front to bring Kevin another glass and get a kiss, but not before she delivered another drink for her father.

“G’on now,” he growled. “Don’t be lookin’ at my cards, girl.”

“Daddy!”

“Don’t be daddy-ing me!” He grumped, muttering, “Seems like Kevin wins everytime you come back in the room.”

Sliding into Kevin’s lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned at her father, “Maybe I’m just his good luck charm.” 

“Good luck my ass.”

Kevin held up his free hand, smiling wide, “Come on now, I ain’t in it.”

“Sounds to me like you are, son,” Lew chuckled. Sharing a look with Smokey, he laid his cards down for another episode of the Batiste Family show.

Collette placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder, giving him a little squeeze. “Don’t be talkin’ to my baby like that, Franklin.”

“Now, Collette that gal--,”

“Is a daddy’s girl to the bone,” Ava's mother chuckled. “That drink got you actin’ up.”

Ava squinted at her father playfully, “Thank you, Mama.”

Frankling huffed, looking up at his wife for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his lips, “My drink is jus’ fine, Coco.”

“Oh, Lord,” Ava groaned, getting up. Her parents had always been quietly affectionate people, but she knew her daddy only called her mama ‘Coco’ when he was flirting super heavy.

“Hey, hey, wait.” Kevin grabbed a handful of her loose, flowing skirt to tug her back to him. “Where you going?”  

“That’s my cue right there. Baby, I love you but bye.” Cutting her eyes at her parents, she kissed Kevin again and swished away, headed for the hallway leading to the front of the house.

Hearing Ava’s comment, Collette tried to hide her flustered smile. She glanced around at the other packed tables and spoke in a hushed tone. “See! Now I know you’ve hit your limit. Talkin’ that Coco business. Go’on an’ play your hand and hush.” Adding with a nod directed at her son-in-law, “Kevin, don’t you just let him win either. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Collette! Now who’s side you on, baby?!”

“Yours every time.” Pressing a kiss to her husband’s cheek, she smiled softly and winked at Kevin. “You heard what I said.”

Kevin smiled wide, appreciating the kind of family he had been welcomed into while Franklin continued to fuss, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Lew, you better get your son,” Franklin grumbled, watching his wife and daughter exit. He rolled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other, picking his cards up again. “He done already put a ring on one of mine, he ain’t getting’ the other one!”

Lew threw his head back and cackled, “Maaaan, these young bloods ain’t nothin’ to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?” Kevin leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. “Damn. That’s cold.” He looked to Smokey for help, who grinned, running his hand over his bald head.

“Sorry son, but they ain’t talkin’ bout me.”

The rumbling laughter of his elders surrounded him, mixing with the noise from the surrounding tables of players. “See, this is why I don’t come out with y’all,” Kevin grumbled under his breath.

Lew picked up his cards again and fanned them out. “C’mon, man. Pull up so we can take this hand.”

“And this money,” Franklin added.

Lew raised his eyebrows at his partner, tipping his head in his direction in agreement, “Now you talkin’.”

“Oh, it’s like that?” Kevin reached across the table to the shallow bowl holding their bet money. “Well, if my young money ain’t no good, I can just--”.

“Ayyyyye,” Lew fanned his hand away with a frown. “Ain’t nobody said all that.”

Kevin paused with his hand over the bowl, raising his eyebrows, “No? You sure?”

“Leave it right there, son and get it got proper.”

“You doing a whole lotta talkin’, Pop.” Kevin pressed his lips into a straight line and picked up his drink for a sip, letting it warm his mouth and burn his throat. “A whole lotta talkin’.”

0.o.0.o.0

Later in the evening, as Ava exited the ladies' room, she paused as Kevin’s bulk filled up the narrow, dimly lit hallway.

“Hey you,” she smiled.

“Hey. How you feelin’, baby?” he asked. “I was about to go see if you were outside.” Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckles and drew her hand around to his back, rocking her gently in a loose hug. “I don’t wanna keep you out too late when you gotta get up tomorrow.”

“I’m fine. I’m having fun,” she assured him, snuggling into his broad chest, smelling his signature scent under the cigar smoke that had coated him. “The band playing out front is amazing. Mama is singin’ her heart out.”

“Good, good. Aight,” Bending, he took his toothpick out of his mouth and dropped a quick kiss on her lips, his eyes lingering on her face.

Ava’s face heated under his softening gaze. Embarassed, she patted his chest, “What?”

“Nothing.” Popping the toothpick back into his mouth, he rolled it with his tongue, cheeks rising. “I cain’t be happy to see my bride?”

“Your bride?” Ava’s eyes sparkled with amusment, “Lord, they smokin’ more than cigars in there?”

Kevin’s laugh filled up the tight space they stood in, “Damn, you beautiful and got jokes, too?” he teased. “Alright, Mrs. Atwater, keep on.”

“Sooo, did you just miss me?” Smiling up at him, she cocked an eyebrow. “Or is there something you wanted?”

Shrugging he gave her a squeeze and wet his bottom lip, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, “Maybe a little something.”

“Maybe?” The look Ava gave him held all the sass that made him fall for her in the first place. Troublemaker. Tossing his toothpick away altogether, he traced her jaw with a single finger and dropped his head down for warmer kiss. It could have still been an innocent encounter but she slid her hands up his chest and locked her fingers behind his neck to keep him from standing up straight.

“Okay…anything else, sir?” With him resting his forehead on hers, she hummed out a sound, running her thumb over his bottom lip and stroking the well-laid hair on his chin a few times with her fingertips.  

“Yup.”

Kevin’s expression darkened with hunger and he set out on a mission to kiss her until she forgot where she was. With him slowly tracing her spine with his fingertips the way he was, she never felt him turn her body to press her against the wall. She had no idea when his massive hands crept under her shirt to slide up and down her sides, taking her breath away with each gentle squeeze and kneading of his fingers. Or when he began skimming the pads of his thumbs on the underside of her breasts, washing her in shimmering tingles from head to toe. Or how many times he abandoned her lips to trail a hot path of suckling, nipping kisses down one side of her neck and back up the other.

Hearing a door slam, voices and laughter coming near brought Ava out of the moment she was having with her husband, hating to feel his hands leave her body. “Maybe you do need to take me home,” she murmured with a quiet, sultry giggle.

“Yeah?” Biting his lip, a mischievous look crossed Kevin’s face as he moved aside to let a couple of people pass by. “Maybe not.”

Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he took her by the hand and walked her down into the darkness at the end of the hall. Set back on the right was a narrow metal door. He tried to open it, but it didn’t budge. With one hand on the doorknob, he slammed his other hand on the top right corner twice. Turning the knob, he lifted up and jerked on it hard and it turned easily. Opening the door with a smug smile, he let out a quiet laugh on a breath, “Still works.”

Letting him lead, Ava followed behind him into the dark storage room. The streetlight coming in from the high, narrow, slim-line windows was enough to be able to see. With one hand holding her, he locked the door.

“We have been here a hundred times! Do I wanna know how you knew to do that?” she whispered.

Snatching off his hoodie, he tossed it on top of a box and smiled, “Nope.”

“Yes!”

Smothering Ava’s laugh with a kiss, he slid his hands down her hips, nudging her backwards. Between kisses and navigating the crowded path to the back wall, he confessed his connection to the iconic bar’s back room.

“I started coming down here when Pop went up. Ol’ man Richards used to let me do jobs for ‘em. Pay me more than they were worth.” Dropping down to her neck, he imprinted the memory over her skin, “It kept me busy…outta trouble. Sometimes…it put a little more food on the table, you know? For a while, here was as much home as home was.”  

Feeling her back hit the wall, she smirked up at him, halting his hands from pulling up her shirt. “Pause.” Although she wanted more of the story in that moment, she needed more of him. Plenty of time for real questions later. “One thing…was young Atwater bringing girls in here?”

“Nope.” As soon as the word left his lips, Ava released his hands and peeled off her shirt. Rolling her shoulders back, she let him admire the emerald green lace cups holding her full breasts. Licking his lips, he whispered low, “Not a damn one.”

Stripping off his shirt, he closed in quick. Planting a finger in his chest, she stopped him. “You sure?”

“Mmhm.” His eyes dropped down to where her finger was trailing lower. Spellbound, he watched her hands as she unfastened his jeans, hissing when one disappeared inside to palm his hardness through his briefs, drawing him closer. “Nobody.”

Hovering over her mouth, his fingers crawled on her thighs, drawing her skirt up higher and higher. She wet her lips slowly, her voice gone husky with arousal, “Nobody…but me.”

Dipping his knees, he slipped his hands inside her panties to caress her plush butt cheeks, lifting her up to her toes. “Just you, babygirl,” he vowed, as he ground his pelvis into hers with carnal intentions. “Just. You.”

Ava drug him down for a kiss, welcoming the heat of his body pressing her into the cool brick at her back. His hand coming around to cup her sex dropped her jaw open. His fingers slipping inside made her drag her leg up his in submission to his swirling caresses. His stepping back to tug his bottoms down his hips made her reach for him, wanting him to hurry. His lifting her up made her automatically wrap her legs around him, whimpering until he found her entrance. With his knees dipped low, his provocatively slow entry pushed a high gasp out of her during each exploratory upthrust. She gripped his shoulders tighter for every inch that he stretched her open. She let out a stuttering whine as he let her drop the rest of the way down on his throbbing dick.

Embedded in her silken tunnel to his base, Kevin moaned low, “Hold on to me, baby. Just hold on…I got this.”

Adjusting his grip on her, he stood up straight. Drawing his hips back, he lifted her to make her meet his thrust again and again, bouncing her on him. As he found his rhythm, his whispered curses and her sweet sounds filled the small room over the noise of the club.

“You know how good you feel to me?” He panted in her ear, feeling her cinch her legs around him tighter in response. “Come on, baby…like that! Unngghh! Lock them legs so you can take this work!”

Ava dropped her head back, his rougher strokes had her eyes squeezed shut and left her mouth hanging open. Every time he used his height and weight and strength for her pleasure, it made her weak instantly and he knew it. Waves of heat rolled over her as he bounced her harder. His beard scrubbed her cheek with every thrust, the heat and movement filling her nostrils with the scent of him - an intoxicating mix of beard oil, lotion, and cologne. Hanging on for dear life, there was nothing she could do - her body was completely under his control.

“Goddamn!” he choked out between heaving breaths, talking them both up into a frenzy.

“...you know you were made for me, don’t you?”

“…my damn treasure.”

“…Mm! My kitty wanna talk to me?”

“.…What she got to say? Hm? That she mine? Huh?!”

“Yes. Yes!” She chanted back mindlessly, digging her nails into his shoulder - every coherent thought taken over by his sex-deepened voice. “Jesus, baby!”

Her scramble to get a better hold of him, plus the way she had begun to whisper his name and her gasping pleas for him not to stop, all told him that her release was just below the surface. Pressing her hard into the brick, his hips slowed down just a bit, selfishly grinding more now so he could feel his every stroke brush her back wall. Knowing she was reaching the end, Kevin gripped her jaw in a silent demand, stealing the all breath she had left with a kiss. Staying as deep as he could, he stirred in her parted place so he could relish the heat within her. So he could feel her velvet friction massaging every inch of him until air-deprived Ava pulled her mouth away. Consumed with pleasure, she palmed the back of his head with one hand and fastened her teeth on the tensed muscle of his shoulder to muffle the guttural sounds escaping her dry throat.

He could feel her buttocks twitch in his palms and her plush thighs clenching him, urging his hips on as her orgasm wove its electrified tendrils throughout her body, tensing up her every muscle, holding her hostage with the exquisite sensation.

“Oooooh K-Kevin! Baby? Baaaaby!” she cried out.

“Yeeeeah, that’s it ain’t it?” Kevin groaned already knowing the answer, feeling her walls flutter as she noisily sucked in air. “You bout to cum for me, babygirl?”

Her body answered him immediately. Her cry blasted in his ear right before he covered her mouth.   

“Sshh, baby. Shhhhhohhhhshit! There my honey go!” He groaned low, his thighs trembling, trying to hold his position for her. His breath hitched in his throat, making his next words sound like a plea, “There it is. Come on!”

She dropped her head back and her back arched, confirming her release with rolling spasms and muffled, intelligible cries behind his palm. Helpless, her hips jerked forward and back involuntarily, bucking in the confined space between him and the wall. Unable to hold out another minute, Kevin wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tighter, letting her body’s motions do the work to send him over. Feeling it coming, his quivering thighs forced him to reach up and grip the brick ledge under the window above her head at the last second for stability. He cursed through clenched teeth to keep quiet as his release rolled through him, blasting her still convulsing walls with hot ribbons of cum. Breathing harshly through his nose to ride out the shower of tingles stiffening and arching his back, he gasped for breath, leaning into it all.

Anchored, Ava encouraged him to take his time with fluttery, breathy exhales. Her winded hums as she steadied her breathing swept over whatever skin her lips could reach to kiss. The gentle gyrations of her hips caused caresses on his sensitivity, setting off more tremors in him, extending his pleasure.

Depleted, he let out a long exhale, then dappled little kisses all over her face, making her giggle softly in her bliss. Ava gingerly unlocked her legs from his waist, letting him lower her to the floor to find her footing. She held onto his upper arms while he smoothed her skirt down over her hips. Questioning her balance, his cheeks raised in a playfully smug smile, “You got it, babygirl?”

“Something like that.” Letting go of him, she laughed at herself, embarrassed by feeling her inner thigh muscles twitch in protest. “Thank God, I wore flats tonight.”

While she pulled her shirt on and fussed with her hair, Kevin pulled himself together, fastening his jeans and slipping his shirt back on. Neither felt a shred of guilt for defiling the hidden space or abandoning their parents as they wrapped each other up in a long hug. The sounds of the club crept under the door, politely reminding them that they had to get back to it.

“You ready to go out there?” Kevin asked, unable to keep from dropping another kiss on her lips.

“No.” She admitted with the playful frown he loved so much, drawing him down for a few more deeper kisses.

“Alright, woman,” he chuckled when she flicked his bottom lip with her tongue, biting it gently. “Your mama’s gonna send out a search party.”

But despite his warning words, his hands were settling on her hips - spreading over her lush, full curves. Automatically gathering her closer, softly kneading his handfuls of her body.

Ava looked up into his deep brown eyes and made her needs clear, as she ran her hands over his chest, “Mr. Atwater?”

“Hm?” His eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes locked in on her, waiting. It was his automatic response to her expression, to her hands calling him back to her, to her breathy tone. A moment where nothing else mattered but the woman who chose him, stood by him, and supported him. The woman who loved him.

“Take me home.”

- fin -

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masterlist ⋆˙⟡♡⟡˙ ⋆

hi everyone welcome to corner of the net lol, here is a compilation of my work so far, all of my writing is geared towards black women, fems, & woc! — most of if not all contain adult themes & language, mdni! — and here’s my rules for this page x.

FICS & ONE-SHOTS

angel of mine series ( part 1 & 2 ) — rio [ good girls ]

girl on my mind ( one shot ) — rio [ good girls ]

missed you ( one shot ) — jalen hurts [ philadelphia eagles ]

feelin’ it ( one shot ) — kofi siriboe

in our past lives ( series - discontinued ) — dario sepúlveda

beggin’ ( one shot ) — armando aretas [ bad boys: for life ]

for your eyes only ( part 1 & 2 ) — rio [ good girls ] & catherine [ grosse pointe garden society ]

teach me how to love ( part 1 & 2 ) — smoke [ sinners 2025 ]

DRABBLES, FICLETS, ETC.

crusin’ — han lue [ better luck tomorrow/ fast and furious tokyo drift ]

untitled — rio [ good girls ]

untitled 02 — jalen hurts [ philadelphia eagles ]

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thanks y’all for all the appreciation on my recent fics! warms my heart 🩷

[siribaes]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

── .✦ ݁₊ . contents: elijah ‘smoke’ moore x ( black!fem! ) original character. au so no annie my beloved. hella angst. plot-ish? no specific time period but period specific language & references. AAVE. illusions to smut. stoic!smoke. smoke's kinda mean in this one. semi-proofread so excuse the mistakes. minors don’t interact!

the before |

when it started, it was a sexual thing.

dim lighting. bodies packed in like sardines. clouds of cigarette hung above like a thick, storming brewing cloud. an crooning voice was the soundtrack to the absolutely sinful dancing that occurred. hips flushed against fronts— pestle and mortar. bump and grind.

it was truly, divine.

he noticed her first. leaning against a wooden column, after a long pull, blew a puff of smoke into the air. then she appeared— a vision amongst the clear.

on the other side of the room, she might as well have been standing right in front of him, the way the crowd melted away from his view. smoke had tunnel vision, his brain actively rewiring itself, altered chemistry, to note every detail of his mystery girl.

her dress was yellow, a literal sunspot amongst the fray of browns, grays, and other drab shades. she was curvy— just the way smoke liked. a real healthy figure, a full bosom, birthing hips, and a set of calves that smoke could have his way with.

got some meat on her bones.

her face was another story. the swells of her chubby cheeks held a cherubic quality that was rare, angelic even. a button nose, and full lips with a soft cupid’s bow. smoke liked the way her bottom lip was ever-so-slightly bigger than her top ones.

more to kiss on.

her eyes, big and bright held a some trouble in them. smoke liked that. trouble. she would give a run for his money, that he knew. those same lips held a soft smile, as she danced to the music. seeing his mystery girl in motion was magical. she moved in a way that intrigued smoke, he never seen someone move to in such a way. she was in sync with the rhythm and the timbre, yet it wasn’t the mississippi way of low and slow. the mystery girl was fast, moving her feet and limbs with precision. an indication that she wasn’t from here.

tennessee? or maybe the carolinas? further up north?

either way smoke wanted to know. he wanted to know her, her name, where her family’s from, even more intimately, was she shy? or would she let him stick his tongue in her—

all those thoughts were suspended when those same brown eyes smoke had fantasized about were staring back at him.

smoke’s mind might’ve been playing tricks, but he swore he saw a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. she stopped dancing, and stared. she didn’t bother to give smoke the infamous once over he gotten most of his adult life.

you look familiar? which one you is? stack or smoke? you such and such son, huh?

she simply regarded him.

that was different. she was different.

smoke took another pull, letting the cigarette smoke exhale from his nostrils. he gave a moment of brevity before nodding towards her. the mystery girl returned his nod, then in a blink, she vanished.

the abruptness of her departure, made smoke lift off the wooden column. his eyes scanned the crowd, his mystery girl, the sunshine amongst the drab, was gone. there was movement at the entrance-exit but it was too far a way to tell.

smoke cursed himself, instantly the color of the world around him muted. the air became too thick, and the music was suddenly too slow. he needed some air.

the night air was pleasantly crisp, which was rare for this time of year. even the slight breeze the nipped at his neck. it was rare night indeed. the gravely dirt crunched against his shoes. they were oxfords, stack told him, they look nice. he took heed of stack’s advice—smoke never cared much about fashion or how he looked that was his brother’s thing. as he walked towards his car, halfway he stopped. lady luck had shone down on him—there she was, his mystery girl standing by the big oak tree, looking outward to the lake. smoke pivoted, walking towards her.

the gravel-dirt switched to soft grass underneath smoke’s shoes the closer he got. he even slowed his movements not wanting to scare off his mystery girl. she had been flighty once. smoke ventured closer, stopping until he was a some feet behind her. he didn’t speak, instead he noticed how much smaller she was compared to him. it was easily a six-inch difference.

“i love comin’ out here. it’s always so peaceful,”

her voice was smoky and sweet. a gentle rhythm the way she said certain words, there was a unique combination of a drawl, and typewriter’s pace.

“and the way the fireflies float above the water, it’s like they’re dancin’,”

smoke turned and looked. the fireflies flickered there tail bulbs in a musical synchrony, swirling and turning above the water, in constellation like structures. nature’s beauty.

“i’m lila by the way,”

lila. lila. she—no, lila, now stood in front of him, a hand stretched out towards him. he took her hand, the delicate softness of skin contrasted with smoke’s rough callouses. their hands fit like perfect puzzle pieces. his mind wondered—how else they would fit.

“smoke,”

“smoke?”

“yes ma’am,”

lila cocked her head. she eyed smoke, regarding him. then, she giggled.

smoke steeled over. there wasn’t much in this world that smoke didn’t care for, but being laughed at was one of them.

“what’s funny?” smoke gruffed.

“oh,” shock flashed briefly in her eyes, before morphing into a soft, reflective nostalgia as she brought her fingers to her lips. “i ain’t mean nothin’ by it, uh, my cousin, we call him ash…”

oh.

smoke rolled his shoulders, releasing some of the tension that suddenly built up inside. something about lila crackled his nerves. he felt himself growing fidgety. he needed another cigarette.

“you don’t talk much do you?”

now it was smoke’s turn to cock his head.

lila was an observant thing.

“can do more than i could ever say,”

“really,” lila’s lips quirked. eyes glossing over as she did more than just regard him. her gaze raked over smoke’s build, slow and syrupy, like thick molasses. when she finally met his eyes, they were filled a fiery heat, that was just begging to be tamed.

lila stepped closer. her heels brushed against the soft grass as she stood in front of him. her right hand hovered over his chest. a heat sparked between them, sensual—carnal. one move, a single word uttered could ignite a flame. that flame ignited, twice over, lila placed her hand on smoke’s chest. the touch, gentle yet firm, a promise of more. then she spoke—

“what would you do with me?”

words laced want and desire, weaved its way inside of smoke, rooting itself inside of his very being. it drove him.

drove smoke to kiss lila. to grip her fleshy hips. to press lila’s soft body against the rigged bark of the oak tree, sticking stuck his tongue in the softest parts of her. to fuck her within an inch of her life, leaving her throat hoarse from all the moaning and screaming she did.

a sexual thing.

this thing between lila and smoke, quickly became routine. every second tuesday they would meet in the cover of night, and make love fuck.

a sexual thing.

smoke fucked lila everywhere and any which position. cowgirl in the motorcar. doggy in the grass. standing missionary against the trunk of the oak tree. and this one move they were doing up in philadelphia called the seashell. those moments with lila was a private piece of heaven that smoke kept for himself. away from keen eyes and nosy busybodies, even away his brother, for whom he loved dearly, but smoke needed something of his own. this was it.

and with every encounter smoke noticed the little things lila did for him. after the third, or was it the fourth—smoke couldn’t remember but, lila started to dab perfume oil behind her ears and the backs of her thighs. it smelled like jasmine. smoke liked that. she brought rags to wipe himself off with (not that he didn’t have any, sometimes he would run out during rounds. a self proclaim pull-out king, sometimes one just wasn’t enough). a flask filled with cognac and finally, a metal lighter with an engraving of his name.

he remembered the night, exactly.

“i got you somethin’,” lila said. it came out in a huff, she was still catching her breath, smoke had worn her every which way but loose.

they were laying on the grass. full moon's light shining down on them. in the distance the crickets chirped. it was peaceful. lila reached behind her, pulling a small package of parchment paper. she smiled, a gentle one, and handed it to smoke.

"hope you like it,"

he began unwrapping—peeling back the layers neatly folded parchment, with as much care as he could muster. smoke wasn't a careful man, cautious maybe, but careful, no.

smoke's heart panged.

in the paper lay a small sliver lighter. smooth to the touch, it was a marvel of craftsman. something twisted inside him when saw his name—his real one, engraved on the side.

lila sat up on her knees, tucking a curl behind her ear.

"i found it, untouched, in my daddy's old things. he was never much of a smoker like my granddaddy was. so, i was on my way to shop to sell for somethin', then i saw you. well, not you, but stack,"

"you met stack?"

"yeah! he's awful fun and that laugh. i get why all the girls swoon. anyway, we got to talkin' and he told me y'alls birthday was soon. consider it an early birthday gift,"

smoke traced his name. elijah. e-l-i-j-a-h.

no one had ever shown him a kindness like this, ever—emotion hit him like a tidal wave, huge and overwhelming. the deep, achy part, the amplified disesteem— that nipped at the corners of his mind reared its ugly head. immediately, his reflexes kicked in. smoke rose to his feet, zipping his fly, and buckling his belt. he tried to ignore, the look on lila's face as he got himself together.

"smoke? is everything, alright?" she was soft, too, soft. he sensed the disappointment her voice. "talk to me,"

smoke didn't respond as he buttoned his dress-shirt. lila moved in front of him. her bright eyes were dimming.

"do you not like it? i can take back, pawn it maybe. you don't have to keep it,"

"don't be silly," smoke rasped.

"silly?" there was a slight irritation in her voice. " i'm bein' silly? oh, guess when i let you stick your tongue in my cunny, i was bein' silly then too,"

"it wasn't nothin' you ain't want,"

"oh, fuck you, elijah!"

echoes of memories, very unkind ones flooded his brain. his fingers twitched as he wrestled with the top button. on the inside he was a mess of emotions, painful memories of old collided with painful new ones. on the outside, smoke was stoic as stone. unmovable, not shaken in the slightest—that had pissed lila off more as she huffed sliding her heels onto her feet.

"you're a piece of work, y'know that? i got you the damn thing 'cause i cared," lila glared at him as she shifted her dress on her hips. "i never wanted anything from you, smoke. nothing at all," she paused. a wave of a emotion flooded her too. she wiped roughly at a tear the fell from her eye.

"story of my life of my life, i guess. i always fall for the man who can't love me back,"

those words played in his mind, on repeat, on the drive back. it was silent, lila angled her body away from smoke the entire ride. and when the car stopped in front of her house, lila left the car, slamming it behind her. she disappeared into the doorway, not bothering to glance back. why would she? smoke hadn't given her any reason to.

i always fall for the man who can't love me back.

smoke palmed the lighter in his hand. the engine roared as smoke sped off into the night. pain filling his chest, at the realization, lila amongst many before, was but a memory, now.

a painful one.

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[ a/n: omgggg hi! i literally wrote this in a day, but i had to join the sinners fan-club, the film was excellent, so if you have the chance definitely go see it in theatres! this is a two-parter, so all the mushy-gushy, reunion smut will be in the next part lol ]

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FOR YOUR EYES ONLY — part one

₊˚⊹♡ contents: catherine ‘cat’ (aja naomi king) x rio (manny montana). merging of the jenna bans universe -> grosse pointe garden society & good girls. spoiler-ish? marital cheating -> voyeurism. wedding ring kink. dirty talk. praise kink. petty!rio. cat & mouse dynamic. 0ral. fing3ring. real nasty stuff. not fully proofread. mdni!

… now playing ၊၊||၊ boom by anjulie

“…open those legs for me,”

rio’s words echoed from the phone’s speaker, nothing but pure silk, a deep hunger itching itself to each syllable. the finesse stoked the flames that churned in catherine’s belly, coaxing her to do exactly what was told of her. slowly, she opened for him, taking her time as she widened her legs, creating the perfect v.

a devious smile curled itself on her lips as she tipped her head upwards, looking straight into the teeny-tiny camera that was placed in the bedroom ceiling’s smoke detector. the origins of how it got up there, catherine didn’t know. what she did know, was how fiery her skin became knowing that rio was on the other side of the lens.

it started a few months ago. during one of their meetings rio had so casually thrown a subliminal to catherine.

“purple looks good on you,”

confused at first, catherine didn’t make heads or tails of the compliment. in the moment she was wearing a freshly pressed cotton blouse and navy slacks. then, it hit her like a freight train, underneath her clothes she wore a lacy lavender number. somehow he knew…

rio was watching her.

from that day on, rio slip in a comment here in there, letting catherine that he was watching. it was an enticing game of cat and mouse, each side determined to top the other. each instance more sexually charged then the last. their last interaction evolved a really expensive pair of stilettos and a old french maid costume that catherine used to wear during her tucker’s roleplaying days, a.k.a. one of catherine’s numerous attempts of spicing up her rather dull marriage.

none of that mattered now, catherine was a starlet, fully ready for her close up.

lowering her hands, catherine lightly dragged the tips of her nails against her legs. the french manicure contrasted well with her rich brown skin. she continued slowing her movements when came close to her love below. fingertips flutter dangerously close to the waist band of her panties. she moved two fingers underneath the band, stretching the fabric, before snapping it back against the skin of her lower stomach. a soft mewl slipped past her lips.

“you wet?”

catherine bit her lip. “can’t tell?”

a deep chuckle, rumbled from the phone’s speaker, its vibrations poured over catherine like thick, syrupy molasses. rich and sweet. she felt her pussy clench around nothing.

fuck, she was down bad.

with the same two fingers, catherine traced over her clothed pussy, humming softly at the friction of the fabric against her budding clit. her heart rattled in her chest as dipped her fingers beneath her waist band.

“nah, y’know what i like,” what rio liked was to see her, obnoxiously huge diamond ring sparkle and shine as her ring finger massaged itself against sloppy folds.

a whole new spin on diamonds dancing.

“fuck,” now with panties pulled to the side, catherine’s fingers rubbed small circles on her clit. moans poured out of catherine like a sensuous waterfall. it was nothing short of music to rio’s ears, rivaling the greatest compositions and symphonies. it was siren song and it was all for him.

“i-i…” catherine shakily mumbled out. her fingers were rubbing faster now, reveling in the pleasure that surged through her entire body. her wetness began to drip down on the bed sheets.

“yeah?” rio glibbed, a air of teasing rounding out the question. he couldn’t resist, the way catherine was moaning and the way her body twisted and curled, rio could tell she was close.

sitting at a red light, rio palmed his growing erection. his leaned back into the headrest as he squeezed. the minute the light changed, rio floored it, driving to straight to catherine’s home (a gorgeous tudor, on the wealthiest side of grosse pointe.)

“mmm rio-fuck! w-want you here,” she babbling, another sign that catherine was going to peak, very, very soon.

as her moans and whines fulled the car’s interior, rio grew harder. he couldn’t calm himself, his thoughts were consumed by prophetic visions of catherine sprawled out before him, open, pliant.

“close?”

“yesohmygod,”she was inching closer to the edge. fingers moving even faster against her clit. her essence dripped from her core. she could feel dripping down to her thighs. “oh fuck! i feel it,”

“put me closer. i wanna hear her,”

catherine moved the phone closer to her core. from the angle, rio could hear all the sloshy, wetness that her quivering pussy made. her hole quivered and contracted around nothing.

“doin’ so good f’me. keep goin’,”

heat bloomed underneath catherine’s skin as the familiar coil in her stomach began to tighten and tighten. she rubbed faster, her fingers thick with slick, they glided effortlessly. the platinum band sent shockwaves straight to her clit.

“i’m coming, f-fuck!”

catherine climaxed, hard. her limbs shook. everything became white noise as pleasure surged through her entire body. her breathing slowed as she came down from her pleasure filled cloud. she lifted a trembling finger and pressed on the red button, hanging up on rio.

in any other situation or rather if were any other person, they wouldn’t dare hang up on rio. catherine on the other hand was the single exception. it was their dynamic, cat and mouse, push and pull, catherine was her own woman. she didn’t need rio, she wanted him. so, that’s why rio didn’t care (not entirely away, the bratty act would be rectified soon enough) if catherine, post-cotial, hanging up on him. in fact, it made him even harder, because he knew soon enough rio would have catherine how he truly wanted.

her legs shook as catherine rose from the bed. her staggering four-inch heels, clicked against the hard floors, then the tile of the bathroom.

quickly, she gathered herself, cool water ran between soapy fingers, washing away any remnants of her off, giving a little extra attention to her wedding ring. she dried her hands off, running her fingers through her bob, getting rid of any flyways, and smoothing away frizziness. satisfied, catherine smoothed down her front of her lacy negligee. for a moment, catherine was able to stand and admire how beautiful she looked, the slight glow that radiated from her skin.

then—the doorbell rang.

her heart fluttered. there was no time to really think, just do. so, catherine tried her best to calm herself as she walked to answer the door.

it was like someone splashing, icy glacier water on catherine’s skin. she opened the door and there he was, towering over her, stone-faced, intensity growing in his gorgeous brown as he raked her over. smoldering pools flickered something dangerous.

wordlessly, rio stepped around her. hands held behind his back, he was relaxed, comfortable in maneuvering around catherine’s home, despite him only being there a handful of times.

catherine locked the door, taking a few beats to admire rio’s figure from afar. she watched walk down the hallway, pausing briefly, before following rio towards the kitchen. she shadowed him, watching as rio's long tatted finger traced against the island countertop.

“this new?”

“statuario marble. got it installed a couple months ago. i thought it looked better with the backsplash,”

rio nodded. “you would look so much better on top of it though,”

the icy feeling catherine had prior, disappeared. now, it was replaced with lustful flames that licked against her insides. she could feel herself already dripping, again. from the opposite side, catherine kept her gaze as she climbed onto the island. with all the grace and flair of a panther, she crawled towards rio, stopping, and settling on her knees. she smirked when she saw rio’s gaze flicker between her lips and the cleavage spilling from her bra cups.

“like this?”

rio’s head cocked to the side. that infamous tongue snaked across his bottom lip, before he bit it. his gaze grew more and more, intense, flames of lust danced around in his irises. he held her captive with his hypnotic gaze.

“you hung up,”

“i did…” catherine teased as she rubbed at her thighs. her eyes flickered towards his pants, his erection was painfully obvious. her mouth watered. “i knew you’d come. you always do,”

rio chuckled. he stepped closer, and with his hand reached towards catherine. rio clutched her chin. his grip was firm, so much so that catherine knew that if she moved in the slightest, rio's touch would restrict her movement. they stood there for a minute, letting the tension grow. catherine’s mind was swimming. her breath became ragged, rio’s scent something warm, (cinnamony, patchouli and amber), wafted through her nostrils. he bent closer, lips just barely grazing over hers.

rio was taunting her.

"should leave you like this, huh? all skittish an' shit,"

catherine licked her lips. "and miss out on all the fun. mhm, not your style,"

rio tipped his away from catherine, searing the almost connection between their lips. his slim fingers slid away from her jaw, towards the back of her neck. then, it happened.

rio dove for catherine's lips. rough, hot, searing—a fight for dominance as tongues lapped up one another. teeth bumped and clanked against each other. rio still kept a grip on catherine's neck, as they kissed. everything in catherine wanted to reach out and touch rio, but she remembered what happened before. catherine shook away the thought, leaning more into rio's touch, angling her head ever-so-slightly she licked at rio's bottom lip. it was prelude, catherine went in this time, biting his bottom lip.

"damn girl," rio broke the kiss. he chuckled seeing the glazed look in catherine's eyes.

rio let catherine go, snaking both hands down her back all the way down to her bottom. catherine gasped as the pads of his fingers lingered at her exposed skin. in a swift movement, rio pulled catherine to the counter's edge, positioning her legs around him.

"shit," catherine whispered.

a ghost of a smile crossed rio's lips. he gathered catherine's hand into his own, keeping a steady gaze. rio brought catherine's ring her towards his lips where he opened. catherine's heart raged against her chest feeling rio tongue swirl around her finger. he let it go, salvia dripping down her hand, rio moved catherine's hand towards her already dripping pussy.

catherine was left breathless. with rio's guidance, catherine's pushed past the wetness, inserting the finger inside.

"jesus, ohmygod," catherine gasped. the rhythm of her finger, rio controlling the movements already had her teetering on the edge.

"forgot..." rio jibed. "just how sensitive you get," he continued to move her hand, in and out. he snuck in a thumb, drawing circles on her clit.

her pussy throbbed. clenching down onto her own finger. even the sensation of her wedding band, rubbing against her lower lips.

catherine chest heaved up and down. she clutched rio's free arm.

"baby, i'm so close,"

"yeah?" rio licked his lips unabashedly, admiring how wet his girl got. her essence dripped onto his hand, evening landing on the floor below. "you gonna be good f'me?"

"yes! so, good baby. make me cum."

with finesse, rio slipped catherine's finger out of her. he ripped her panties, creating lacy tattered pieces, easy to discard. then he replaced catherine's finger, with two of his own.

"riooooo," catherine mewled.

slowly, rio stroked his fingers out of catherine's weeping pussy. the way her walls clenched around his fingers, sent a wave of pleasure straight to his dick. he held back a groan.

"i feel you on my fingers, ma. c'mon give it to me."

"yesyesyes,"

it was building. catherine continued to flutter around rio's fingers. he added bit more pressure, moving faster, til the pads of his fingers brushed over her spot.

"oooh, r-right there! shit," catherine moaned. she lifted her hips, meeting the stroke of rio's fingers.

"greedy ass," rio murmured. he snatched a kiss from catherine's lips. he pulled back, a wave of pleasure flooded him seeing her below him. from the swoleness of her lips, the way her skin glowed with perspiration, to the way her hard nipples imprinted on the cups of her bra.

she was gorgeous.

"mmm touch me baby," catherine moaned. her tipped backwards as she pitchy sound draw itself out.

"i am though," rio tutted.

her head snapped back up. she scowled.

"touch me, touch me,"

rio chuckled. he slowed his fingers; the strokes became shallower and shallower. he pulled his fingers so far out the tips grazed the outer rim of her gushing hole.

"nooooo, rio please!" her body squirmed, a veiled attempted to get closer to him.

rio pulled his fingers all the way out. petty level on a thousand he even took a step back away from catherine.

"what the fuck?!"

rio shrugged. "i said be good,"

the sound catherine let out was a cross between a huff, a whined, and a squeak. he was pushing her buttons hard, and as much as he annoyed her in the moment, the ache between her legs didn't let up. she huffed, leaning back on her elbows, she widened her legs even more the before. the perfect v.

"i'll be good, i promise," she did the voice, the one where it was soft, and whiny, with a dash of smokiness. the voice that rio pretended it didn't make his dick hard.

it was couple seconds before rio moved. fully prepared to feel the thickness of his fingers, catherine was surprised to see him kneel down, bringing his face towards her—

"oh shit!" catherine squeaked.

rio's tongue glided against her folds, swirling in and around her clit. a white-hot heat bloomed underneath her skin, as the rough calloused pads of his fingers danced against her legs. palming, squeezing the soft flesh. her pussy spasmed. the stimulation increasing by the millisecond, it was building.

praises flew from catherine's mouth as rio lapped her up. he pulled back spitting directly on her clit, he loved the cross-eyed look she had at the sensation.

"taste so good, ma," he spoke into her, catherine could some of her wetness smear against his cheek.

rio's heated gaze bore into catherine as he licked a long stripe, up her slit.

"oh fuck! i'm gonna come, rio, p-please,"

he zeroed in on her clit. he nestled closer, wrapping his lips around catherine's clit and sucked, hard. catherine bucked against him, her legs almost clamping around his head. rio gripped her thighs, holding them down as he devoured her.

it was relentless. the familiar feeling grew from the pit of catherine's stomach, growing bigger and bigger and bigger till—

she came.

her essence flowed out of her, and instead pulling away, rio drew her closer, lapping up every single drop. as the orgasm passed through her, catherine rode rio's face, her hands snaked onto rio's head. her nails raked against his low fade. overstimulation flooded her as rio suckled at her clit, he only pulled when he felt catherine’s rough scratches at his neck.

rio let go with a viscous pop. he stood back to his full height, eyes looming over catherine’s flushed body.

“round two?”

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[ a/n: i’m back! this is a little something i cooked up after watching grosse pointe garden society. anyways enjoy xx. ]

[siribaes]

stack x reader (sinners)

cw : biting, blood, spit-play, no protection + finishing inside (I love stack sm yall)

"f-fuck.. stack!" you moaned out, your hands trembling in his firm grip against the table that creaked with every movement of his relentless hips.

you back was flat on the table while your legs were wrapped around his slutty fucking waist— fuck, you could drown in the sight of him.

becoming vampires did have a lot of downsides, but the pros were fucking heavenly.

he had more stamina, more force, more speed. your sex life? upgraded for as long as a dagger doesn't get in that pretty little chest of his.

"shit– sweetie.." he lowered his head, nuzzling in the crook of your neck. "you smell so fuckin'..." he trailed off, and you felt his dick twitching inside of you as he inhaled your scent.

his thick cock battered your insides, turning you into a limbless puddle of pleasure. his free hand—the one that wasn't holding both of your wrists—trailed down your body and onto that puffy little clit of yours. "I wanna- fuck.. wanna make you cum.." his fangs bared, "'cuz.. when you cum.. your blood- shit.. your fuckin' blood.."

and he feels like he's about to cum himself.

his balls tightened at the sound of your honey-coated voice dripping out your swollen lips, moaning his name, at the sound of your heart pounding faster by the second, at the sound of your blood rushing to flow in your veins.

he rubbed your clit faster, pinching and slapping it every so often, and when you finally climaxed, it hit you like a rocking ball.

it took you by surprise, to be honest.

one second you were listening to your demonic boyfriend ramble about your blood flow when you came, and the next, an overwhelming wave of pleasure filled your senses. and you didn't know if it was the fact that your senses were heightened aswell, or if he just fucked you that good, but you swear that you saw the pearly gates of heaven for a moment.

your velvet walls came clamping down on him, cream coating his length with every greedy thrust he made. he watched your tits bounce up and down as your body moved with his like a fucking ragdoll.

"s-shit.." was the only word he could even think of uttering when his eyes bored back down to where the two you connected, and he saw the amount of gooey cream that you coated him with and he just can't help himself–

"f-fuck baby– im-" and he's biting down on your neck. hard. hard enough to draw blood, hard enough for it hurt. the pain felt delicious, and you only ached for more, so you fought through the overastimulation and overall need to just lie down, got a hand out of his wrist lock, and pushed him even deeper on your neck.

and shit, he thinks he might just die. the smell of taste of your blood, the feeling of your oozing pussy around him, the deafening sound his tip made everytime he hit your cervix... it all catches up to him.

he cums. hard. his abs clenched like he was having a seizure and he whimpered. you vampire ex-soldier boyfriend just whimpered in your ear. "f-fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck- why do you feel so fuckin' good, baby? shit.. bet you wanna- bet you wanna taste yourself huh?" and he quite literally fights gravity to bring his head back up. you parted your lips obediently and suddenly, a stream of a mix of your blood and his drool dripped down from his mouth to yours.

you swallowed as he pulled out, feeling his sticky cum dribble out of your still clenching hole, panting.

maybe this new vampire life wasn't so bad, after all.

[siribaes]

i think we need to make jack abbot the nastiest freak in the entire world

𝐣. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 – 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; +𝟏𝟖) | this got out of hand. god forgive me. warnings are that this is all porn and no plot, very gross, language, dirty talk, lots of bodily fluids, squirting (!), pussy slapping, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving), 69, overstimulation, jack being the "nastiest freak in the entire world, very very mention of robby x reader (literally a sentence). minors dni!

“Now, what’s this here all about? S’pose to be watching a movie and you’re too busy soaking my favorite panties…”

Jack mumbles the accusation like he hasn’t been snogging at a spot just below your ear, and pressing at your clit for the past twenty minutes. No matter how sweet you whine or gentle you squirm, he’s got you trapped atop the mattress, hand between your legs while his other arm hooks around your shoulders to keep you still.

“Fuck the movie,” you groan out, finally finding the room to grind your hips into where his fingers have slipped past the waistband of your shorts and underwear. You aren’t allowed very long to sit in the warm pulse as it spreads, Jack rescinding the pressure the pinch lightly at you swelling pearl. “Ah.”

The man chuckles at your squeal, tongue flicking the shell of your ear before dragging down to lap at your neck. He sucks in a hiss after a few licks, not noticing the hand you're snaking to the thick bulge at the crotch of his sweatpants until you squeeze the girth and release a breathy moan.

He tilts his head so he can look you in the eyes as your hand drags up and down, gripping him. You both hold the stare, hot and unafraid, just as Jack’s tongue snakes back out of his mouth and licks a long swipe across your bottom lip. He doesn’t stop until your mouth is slick with his spit before his lids finally shut so he can focus on curling his tongue to rake against yours. Jack sucks, consuming you, bucking into your palm.

“Grab the towel, baby,” Jack huffs, barely pulling away to give the soft command. He kisses where your eyebrows pull together with an entertained smile, nodding his head to the edge of the mattress.

Swiveling your head, there it is. The towel, folded up tight and waiting patiently. You turn back to Jack with blinking eyes, who’s still grinning at you. A few thick beats of silence pass before you grin back, pecking his chin and reaching for the fabric.

It doesn’t take long for Jack to get you settled. All he lets you do is watch as he diligently spreads the towel and moves the pillows, shifting on his side and patting the bed when he’s finally satisfied. “C’mere, gorgeous.”

You fit against him easy, and he slides off your shorts with even less trouble.

“Fuck me,” you hear Jack mumble to himself, his hand returning to your center and finding that you’ve completely ruined the thin layer of material. “Jesus, look at all that.”

Head against the pillows, you stare and buzz with poorly-concealed anticipation. You’re aching with a muddied throb, clenching around nothing as Jack peels your pantnies from your slit with a measured exhale. He doesn’t even look to see when he throws the garment as you automatically shift and spread your legs. So much for them being his favorite...

“How much you think you got in you tonight?”

Jack’s question is followed by him spitting at his fingers, and the sight of him freezes you into silence. His chest and biceps puff proudly in the simple t-shirt he’s sporting, a vein stretches up his neck like lighting, and his eyes are determined yet overcast with a haze of fervor. You swallow at his build, peeking down to catch a glimpse of where his cock sits completely solid and visible through the groin of his sweats. 

You know better than to reach for it now, but it doesn’t make the desire any less compelling. Head flooding with the image of his tip angry and leaking, shaft twitching at it pulses out a load, an involuntary whimper forces itself out of you.

“What was that?” Jack asks you, stare twinkling with satisfaction when your delayed response is interrupted by a silent scream. He studies you, tongue peeking out of his mouth while he slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you.

Your chest heaves when he immediately curls until the pads of his fingers knock right across your g-spot. You gasp, already arching from the bed as Jack massages the location with heavy strokes, thumb angling to frame steady circles around your clit. He pairs all of this with a dipping of his head to suck where your nipples pebble through your tank.

Not one care in the world does he give to the wet patches he’s forming across your shirt. His teeth nip at your bust, and your chest hums with a dizzying thrum. His fingers continue to work you, your pussy strangling their thickness as Jack increases the speed with a grunt into your still-covered tits.

“Am I hittin’ that spot, baby? Did I find it?”

Fuck Jack because he already knows the answer to that question, but also Fuck, Jack because he keeps the pump of his fingers at a perfect tilt, his thumb hasn’t stopped its kneading of you either, and you’re damn near tears.

The electric feeling rooted just below your belly is blooming something profound. It sweeps across you, numbing out Jack’s groans and the squelches that sound every time he drives deeper inside you. You’ve oozed out a mess out along his fingers and palm, and you sniffle when a familiar urge starts its overtaking of you.

Jack drags his mouth back near yours, mumbling through the kisses he plants at the corner of your mouth.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you? Keep choking my fingers, just like that.” His demand barely reaches your ears, blood rushing past them and making you feel as if you’re under water.

Gasping in short breaths, you’re no longer able to control the volume of your moans, crying out a string of unintelligible words as your legs begin to shake with a new vigor You aren’t aware you’ve already started to surge, but Jack is well wise to each of the gushes that splash against his hand.

“Thaaat’s it,” Jack observes, biting his lip at your writhing and the blind clutch of his arm while you douse the towel beneath you. “That’s a girl. Keep going for me, alright? You got a few more in you, I know you do.”

Your gripping of the man does nothing to stop the pressure from rolling across you once again. The mewls you release are more slurred than the lasts, pussy pulsing as Jack orchestrates another round of impressive cascades of fluid from your hole. You whine and cry, tears dripping a layer of moisture across your cheeks before a wave of something different cruises over you.

There’s no leaking of liquid from you this time but rather a decorating of his fingers with a creamy mixture that makes Jack's mouth water.

“Christ, look at you,” the man breathes, completely captivated. “Make a man lose his mind with a pussy that leaks like that, baby.”

Jack waits until the meat of your lips stops clenching to drag his fingers out of your hole. He takes his sweet time removing them, making sure to mumble out something about how he isn't quite done with you just yet and you’re levitating.

He maneuvers, shuffling you to lean closer into his side. Your eyes crack open only just, still panting but reaching out for the fingers that had just hauled you across the world and back.

The breath that Jack inhales fills his lungs with a tight heat, staring with hooded lids when you open your mouth and engulf his middle finger. His jaw clenches at how your tongue swirls, cock straining almost painfully where it presses against your thigh.

“You gonna save some for me?”

Jack smirks at your slow nod, whispering out a quick good girl before licking a stripe up his palm. Your eyes stay met the entire time, working in tandem to clean his hand so close that your noses bump a few times. Moans tying together, neither of you stop until his skin only slightly gleams with the reminisce of you.

When his finger slides from your mouth, Jack tugs you in for a wet kiss.

“Sorry about your sheets,” you vocalize between kisses but you pout when he pulls away. He looks over you with squinted eyes, sighing as he returns to a lean on his elbow.

“...you’re joking, right?”

You don’t have enough energy to hide your smile, lips curling into a grin as you stretch your limp legs. You sag closer into Jack’s welcoming side, smile widening when you catch him rolling his eyes.

“Just for that, I should make you wash ‘em,” he deadpans, arm reaching back to fold behind his head. Somehow in your haze, he still looks a dream.

You give yourself a long moment to let your eyes dance across the entirety of him, head lulling away from his chest to get a better look at one spot in particular.

Jack manages to stay silent when you free his thick member from his sweatpants, though a long moan can’t help but seep out when you throw a leg over him and fold at the waist.

Maybe it's the twisting of your tongue around his tip, or the smell of your lingering mess that causes it. He decides it's definitely both plus the way you flip off the shirt he’d dirtied with his spit before bending once again. You fit in not more than two licks across of the veins on the underside of his cock and only pull one grunt from his chest before he tugs you backwards by the waist.

“Jack–”

You can feel his smirk as he drags you until you’re hovering over his face. 

“You’re my water, gorgeous… all my fuckin’ air,” he invokes, tongue reaching to kitten lick along your slit. Eyes rolling, Jack sinks you all the way onto his tongue, and groans at your taste. Swallowing whatever his sucking can gather, he partakes in the rare action of letting his eyes shut as he commences his devour of you.

Lips smacking messily, his sounds come out hoarse. They’re broken and nearing a desperation that rolls your stomach nicely. And despite how he’s reducing you back into a shaking mess, you still manage to circle a firm grip around his cock.

A weak thrust of Jack’s hips allows him to pump into your hand and his desired speed while still saving enough space in his head to flick over your clit at a furious pace. It’s when his tongue trades between dunking inside you and trailing back up to sweep at your still sensitive pearl that you flinch.

“Shit,” you declare shakily, hips rising just barely for a second to breathe. Jack just growls and circles his arms around your thighs without enough pressure to lower you back onto his mouth in record speed. “Ja-Jack, wait. I’m close–ah.”

“So am I, so don’t fuckin’ move again,” he grumbles with a slight strain. Sucking messily across your folds and inhaling you with a buried nose, he moves to plant his left foot against the mattress. Whining, you do as he says, remaining cemented to his mouth and slurping at his cock as best you can from when he has you.

You soon find that Jack wasn’t lying when he said he was close, as it only takes a few more short minutes of your sloppy, spit-slick sucking for him to detach from you with a loud groan that’s a mixture of several curses and your name.

“Yeah, right there.” There's a new wobble to his voice when you cup a hand under his balls to give them a gentle squeeze, cheeks hollowing with a little more pressure to really make him really feel it. “Right fucking there.”

You suck until you hear him hiss, pulling off with a pop and licking up the cum from his stomach that had missed your tongue. You end up warm with victory the way Jack has to take five seconds instead of three to catch his breath.

The warmth melts into a blistering heat when Jack regains his head, pulling you to sit up straight and properly ride his face. He helps with the grinding of your hips, one hand one your ass while the other plants onto your waist to guide you. Part of you worries that he isn’t getting enough oxygen with the way his pants have changed to heaves but you don’t dare pull away again.

Your palms find his chest as you approach another edge, mouth parted and voice mewling about how good his tongue feels when it pauses to jerk at your clit. Hips growing a mind of their own, the mattress starts a patterned squeak beneath the both of you as you desperately chase the crest of your peak.

Jack holds you as your vision goes white. You’re unable to breathe as another stream of your juices sloshes out, crashing against Jack’s mouth and face. He moans along with you, gladly swallowing down each drop that has the pleasure of finding his tongue.

With one last splash, you wrench yourself away from his lips and huff. Jack sniffs, not bothering to wipe his face before he kisses along the swell of your ass. Stubble scratching across your skin, he eyes your syrupy hole and grins to himself silently.

Three times is nothing to hang his head at, not with the way you were slurring out his name… even if he did miss Robby's record with you by two.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[siribaes]

anybody got ideas for a fic? asking for a friend lol

[siribaes]

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 – 𝐦. 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝟏𝟖+) | i told you guys, this man is haunting my brain. like look at this sweet, sweet man!! no one can tell me he isn't a switch. warnings include smut, 99% porn and 1% plot, language, oral sex (m receiving), bodily fuilds, vocal!manny, car sex (mentioned), manny being down bad for reader even if she is a menace. thanks for reading <3 (0.9 words)

“baby… amor, i gotta-i gotta go.”

manny’s words exit him as a shaky exhale, head dropping back against your mattress to avoid your eyes. they’re worse than his kryptonite—one of the first things he noticed about you during his initial visit to abbott and your not-so-secret weapon when it comes to getting whatever you want from the man. his closed eyelids and averted gaze are the only things keeping him from falling into the abyss of your gaze.

“i’m sure the superintendent won’t care if you’re a little late, right?"

manny doesn’t answer you. manny can’t answer you, as his teeth are clamped shut to stop them from gritting at the way you nose at him through his briefs. yes. yeah, he would actually mind very much but a hard gulp jerks manny’s throat when he feels you peel the fabric away from his leaky cock.

it pulses at the cool air of the bedroom, involuntarily jumping and already dribbling out sticky drops of precum you’re happy to catch with the tip of your tongue.

the dam, albeit weak to begin with, breaks. desire flooding through, manny shivers with a long groan at the heat of your tongue as it curls around his glistening head.

he nearly cries a mixture of ‘shit,’ ‘fuck,’ plus something else you can’t make out with a clenching of his abs. his hips buck immediately, needily and he whimpers, whipping open his eyes and tilting his head to find you already looking at him.

“ah, shit,” he gasps, vision blurring at the sides as he watches you swallow him down further, face fixed in a blissed-out stare. you suck with a damning intention, hand reaching to lay flat against his stomach.

a squirmer—not that you mind—but there’s something about your palm pushing his fidgeting middle back into the bed that always gets his blood pumping a little faster.

he’s noisy, too. something the man had tried to hide when the two of you fucked for the first time after janine’s party. the poor guy had gone as far as using your shoulder to muffle his punchy wails while he fucked the both of you stupid in the backseat of his car. you’d pulled him back by the hair on the top of his head and stuttered through your orders to not dare hold back.

you wanted to hear all of it. you wanted all of him.

now he’s wholly unashamed. free and willing to release the same noises he’s making right now. his voice cracks more than once. you can barely understand his mumbles as his words melt together and you make it your goal to suck him into an oblivion where words don’t even exist.

your head bobs with a new fever, and he’s losing the little composure he had left. superintendent who? what meeting? manny sure doesn’t know and doesn’t bother remembering. sweet, broken sounds and scores of slick fluids ooze from him at similar speeds. he doesn’t have to look to know that his dick is coated in the same mess that’s dripping down your chin. he can feel it, the wet of your drool collecting into a slippery shine you use to tug him closer and closer to the edge.

“fuck,” manny pants, muscles clenching as he tries to hold off. he’s close. he doesn’t want this to end yet but he’s close. “fuck, amor, can you—can you slow down? please, i don’t wanna come yet, feels too good. you’re so good.”

you release him from your mouth with a quiet pop that shakes him with a flinch.

“thought you need to go soon?”

the question is mean with a smug smile from you to match, and manny has to sob out his pleads when you guzzle him back into your mouth and swirl your head at a new angle.

“aaaah, baby, please. don’t care anymore, simon can handle it. s’just one meeti…” manny interrupts himself with a ragged moan. his hips lift from the mattress as he bucks into your mouth, fist clenching whatever sheets he can grab a hold of. “oh, fuck. fuck, ‘m sorry, i can’t hold it.”

cock twitching, manny floods your mouth with a long and quivering curse. your name pours from him like something stronger than a prayer, like you’re the only thing he’s ever known to exist.

he writhes under the hand you still have against him, your mouth slurping to milk him as dry as he’ll allow before trying to pull his cock from your mouth.

“okay, okay,” he rushes out, eyes clenched and body jerking with the last of his peak. when his hand reaches blindly for yours, you take it with a sweet squeeze that he returns despite his foggy mind. “jeeesus.”

manny’s still catching the breath he lost as you kiss your way to his mouth. even with his eyes closed in near exhaustion and his body lay boneless on the mattress, he still finds the energy to give your tongue a good suck before parting from you with a tired huff.

when his eyes peel open, you are reminded that even in his fatigue, the man’s a smiley ray of sunshine.

drowsy and floating, manny grins, collapsing you against him so close that your noses bump. he kisses you again, lips smushing against yours with the leisure of someone who cares not about the fact that he’d have to find the will to shower, dress, make you both coffee, and put together your lunch in under twelve minutes if he still wanted to make it to work on-time.

“mmm, you’re trouble,” manny hums, a smirk doing little to light his foggy eyes. “still my girl, though.”

“yeah?”

manny nods, a hand rubbing across your back as he thinks to himself.

“yeeeah…” he draws out, nose scrunching at his next words. “even if you do get me fired.”

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i love writing rio with angsty edge lol. just adds a little extra something 😭

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thanks y’all for all the love on my recent fics, much appreciated 🫶🏽 i’ll be updating my master list soon after i drop a few more fics that i’m working on 🩷

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Happy early V-day!! Chapter 9 of #streets is up! so enjoy 🩶

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62455660/chapters/159834097

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hi my lovelies <3 so i’ve had a recent influx of new followers which i’m appreciative of, however in future i will be blocking any ageless, blank, and underage blogs that follow my page 🖤

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JUST  LUNCH  (  a  kelvin  harrison  jr.  fanfic  ) one  -  shot  .

love   interest   :   kelvin  harrison  jr. rating   :   m  as  shit  .  (  smut  ,  unprotected  sex  (  wrap  it  up  ) ,  plain  ol'  p  in  v  sex  ) wc   :   4.3k author's   note   :  i  have  no  idea  where  this  came  from  y'all,  just  wanted  to  show  love  to  my  little  leo  short  king  🤷🏽‍♀️

As much as Nevaeh sometimes missed her hometown, the beautiful and incomparable New Orleans, she had long since felt right at home in New York City. The move there had been almost on a whim, a decision made after her LSU graduation once the “far fetched” application she’d sent in to her dream gallery in Brooklyn was returned to her inbox with a link for a Zoom interview. Six weeks later, she was settled into a teeny tiny apartment in Bedstuy and working long hours at the gallery she’d grown to call her second home. However, it was while she was out with her newfound friends that she had spotted a familiar face in the crowd. 

Kelvin and her had been good friends in high school, nerdy kids and often the only black ones in the room. They had a love for the arts, though, and often paired off to work on projects. But the shy girl that he’d met in freshman year biology was not the one he’d run into that night at the bar. Now, little Nana had been ... blessed in high school and of course he’d noticed back then, he wasn’t blind but she was always hiding whatever she had going on under uniform, with big ol’ crewnecks or just the polos when the sweltering heat didn’t make sense for the former.

As he’d seen her there that day, head thrown back in laughter, that same pretty smile she’d always had, sitting on that - yeah, he’d have been a fool to not have approached her then and there.

The little reunion had gone better than even he had expected, with the two of them separating from their respective groups to catch up in some corner booth, where they had talked for hours. He told her about the roles he’d gotten and she talked about the exhibits she was helping to curate. Before they had known it, it was closing time and Kelvin, ever the southern gentleman, had offered to walk her home. She had thanked him on her doorstep with a soft kiss to his cheek. 

That had been 2017 and they went to date just until January of 2022. In that time, he’d gotten the roles of his lifetime. She’d been promoted to full time co-head curator at the gallery. Their schedules, which used to align perfectly, weren’t even in the same timezone most days. He needed to move to LA for his career’s sake and she surely wasn’t leaving New York because of hers. Though they had started the process of separating at each other’s throats, knowing exactly what buttons to push that only came with being together for half a decade, they’d both seemed to realize that it couldn’t end like that. So he got a little place in Venice Beach, she took over the lease on their shared loft in Brooklyn, and they amicably went their separate ways. 

Well, after one more incredible night that plagued Nevaeh’s every thought at that moment while she walked to Bredren, their old favorite Jamaican and soul food fusion spot not that far from the gallery. She tried to focus on the cute memories of them there, having little dates after he picked her up from work and he’d trek from his set in Harlem. That was cute, that was fun, that was appropriate. Thinking of the last time they’d slept together, when he’d made her cum four times in a row and then twice more the next morning before he left ... yeah, that was not very “let’s stay friends” of her, now was it?

Honestly, it had taken her months before she could even look at another picture of Kel, let alone even entertain the thought of being any type of friend to him. But of course, Chevalier had released in 2023 and she figured she needed to face the music, no pun intended. It was when she got through the whole film that she thought, ‘let me text this boy and tell him that shit was phenomenal’.

That had started a chain of sweet, light, and cutesy little exchanges between the both of them through texts and DMs. Swapping funny videos or tweets, him talking to her about filming for Mufasa or Genius, her talking about a new artist she was sourcing from all throughout the country. It felt like they were really friends, for real! That is until, the thirst edits had started popping up on her For You page and she found herself watching a couple of them a few too many times. She never liked or saved any of them, of course, but that didn’t stop her from occasionally typing his name into the little search bar. 

Now, as she rounded the corner and saw the back of his head sitting outside of the restaurant, she wanted nothing more than to run up on him and whoop his ass. How dare he bring these feelings back to her?! Matter of fact -

“Ow! What the he - girl, what is wrong with you?” He exclaimed as he turned, drawing the attention of the other patrons, rubbing the back of his head where she’d hit him lightly. God, he was such a drama king. “You ain’t got no couth?”

“Boy, shut up. Spell couth.” Nevaeh dropped her bright pink purse onto the table in front of him and walked over to the entrance, as the outside seating area was blocked off by a little fence. 

“C-o-u-t-h, you can’t spell it either.” He rapped once she slid into the seat opposite him, clicking his tongue at her while she rolled her eyes. “Nice purse.”

“Thanks, my annoying ass ex bought it for me.” 

His jaw fake-dropped and he placed a hand over his chest. “Annoying ass ex? You sure you didn’t mean handsome, talented, hilariously charming ex?”

“What I say?” She quirked an eyebrow at him and it was now his turn to roll his eyes, her favorite response sounding nice and familiar in his ears. She used to say that shit to him all the time, especially when he wanted to do something he found fun and that she kept saying no to. At the time, it’d been irksome but now, it felt like home. God, he was so fuckin’ corny.

She looked around on the table in front of them and then for the waiter. “Where are the menus?”

“Oh, I ordered already.”

“Little presumptuous, no?”

“No. I know what you’re gonna get.” Kelvin watched as she tilted her head and stuck her tongue to the roof of her mouth, a sign that she was trying to not cuss him out. He hid his smirk behind his glass of water as he took a sip from it.

“What if I changed my order?” She crossed her arms under chest. It was at this moment that he took in her outfit, a black summer dress that came down to her calves and pushed her boobs all the way up. Her wrists held her usual assortment of bracelets, clinking together as she moved. And she’d been wearing heels to match the purse, the pink sandals she knew he loved. Had she gotten dressed for him?

“You didn’t. Jerk chicken and waffles, pepper shrimp & grits on the side, a little plate of mac & cheese, and two beef patties to take home.” He sat back and crossed his arms to match her, even tilting his head too. Ooh, he pissed her off and even more now that he was right. “Plus a ginger beer and some sorrel, also for home. You look nice by the way.”

She didn’t respond at first, still eyeing him up and down. She never remembered to order the sorrel to take home, so he used to do it for her. In the two years since their breakup, every time she ordered from the restaurant, she still forgot. Fuck this nigga.

“Thanks, I was giving a tour to an investor.”

“Investor to help purchase the spot next door?”

“Fingers crossed.” To his credit, Kelvin had always been interested in her work. It was a museum that specifically highlighted pieces by all members of the African diaspora and every year, a new region became the focus. This year was Central African focused, with artists featured from Angola, Congo, Chad and many others. It was only halfway through the year at this point but they were already prepping for next year, when the focus would be on black artists from the Southern United States, of which she was extremely excited to 100% biasedly center folks from NOLA.

“I gotta pop in, see what y’all working with.” He was saying, just as the waiter arrived with their drinks as well as their plates, filled to the brim. He was the brother of the owner and they’d known him for years at that point so it should’ve come as no surprise when, after the plates were set before them, he wiggled his wrinkled finger at them.

“I like to see you two back together. Better this way.” He offered them no chance to respond, walking away briskly as they stared dumbly after him. Once their eyes met again, they both let out a little laugh and shook their heads, digging into the food. 

It was quiet for a minute, and then, “You too.” She mumbled, around bites.

“Me too, what?” Kelvin asked, cutting into his oxtail and cornbread. 

“You look good too.” Nevaeh smiled, because she knew his face was getting a bit hot even if she couldn’t see the blush. For a Leo, he was always quite shy when it came to her giving him compliments. She liked it though. She liked having that effect on him because he more than had it on her. “How long you in the city for?”

“Couple of weeks. I got a little place in Soho that I’m leasing for a month, just to do some auditions and shit.” He shrugged like it was nothing but to her, it felt like everything. He was going to be that close for a whole month? In the past, when he came to New York, they’d meet up almost by accident but not really. They would attend events knowing (hoping?) that the other would too, never ask, and then act surprised to run into each other at the bar or something. They’d spend damn near the whole night catching each other’s eye from across the room, maybe even attend the after party together, and then have a lot of lingering stares while she waited for her Uber. Because he always waited for her Uber with her. He’d stand damn near in the middle of the street watching it drive away. She never had to look back to know that he was doing it either.

This lunch, as it carried on and they chatted away, was the longest conversation they’d had in nearly two years. She had gotten a cat in his absence, a little black one that she had named Salem and he laughed because he knew she grew up obsessed with Sabrina the Teenage Witch. He talked about meeting Beyoncé, teasing her a little because he knew she was jealous as hell (hello, she’d been in Club Renaissance at MSG!), and showed her pictures he’d semi-creepily taken on his phone, which made her laugh. Which made him laugh. Then they were talking about their parents, their friends, the great movies he still wanted to do, the artists she still wanted to have a piece in the gallery.

It was reaching nearly six pm when they finally looked at the clock on their phones. Three hours they had sat there, like nothing had changed. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and she stared off into the distance, watching a couple walk down the street in each other’s arms and blinking back tears of the memories of them doing the same thing, on the same sidewalk, seemingly forever ago.

“Thanks for paying.” She smirked up at him once he returned. His eyes widened.

“How -”

“That’s what you always used to do, go to the bathroom and pay on your way back to the table, so I wouldn’t even offer.” He looked down at her for a beat and then smiled. 

“Of course, both our mommas would beat my ass if I didn’t pay.” Kelvin put his phone into his pocket, grabbed the to-go back with her items in it, and had to shove his other hand into his other pocket to keep from offering it to her. “C’mon, I’ll walk you back.”

She got up from the table and his hand hovered over the small of her back as he led her through the dinner crowd and to the sidewalk. They walked close, feeling the heat from each other’s bodies, her gifted purse held in both hands in front of her to keep from reaching for his too. Their laughter followed them down the streets.

“I got a new painting for above the couch. It looks gorgeous when the sun hits it as it’s setting.” She didn’t have to explicitly invite him up as they approached the door to the familiar building. He just followed her in, entering the elevator and pressing the button, like second nature. 

The apartment had not changed much since he had moved out. He’d been so in love with the loft when they’d moved in together, the floor to ceiling windows, the little spare bedroom that had worked as an office for them both, especially during COVID. They would get their work done, cook dinner together and often, sit on the balcony and talk for hours, just as they had done today. Eventually, after they finished eating, Nevaeh would round the table and sit on his lap, so they could watch the sunset together.

Now, he stood in the living room, admiring the gorgeous painting. It was a group black men and women, seemingly in heaven with halos on their heads, walking on the clouds. She’d been right, the sun hit the piece in a way that made the halos shine almost. It damn near brought a tear to his eye. She was standing to his right and that same setting sun gave her her own halo effect. He was suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

She could feel his eyes on her but she was hesitant to turn and look back at him. He was too good at that, looking deep into her eyes and making her weak in the knees. But she almost couldn’t help it, twisting her next so their eyes met. Then he leaned in, his hand coming up to her chin, and their lips connected.

Nevaeh let out a small whimper as the kiss grew. His hands moved to cover the sides of her face and her own landed on his back, her nails lightly digging into his shirt. There was such a sense of familiarity, of knowing how to move their heads and hands and lips. One of his hands slipped down her face and down the front of her throat, fingers ghosting over her cleavage and coming to wrap around her waist. Kelvin felt her shiver at his touch and smiled into the kiss, pulling away for a minute.

“Did you bring me up here to seduce me? Hmm?” He bent at the knees a bit to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck, taking his time to suck at the skin along the side. She rolled her eyes, at first at his question and then in pleasure. She worked to speak without moaning.

“I barely had to even say or do anything to get you up here, sweetheart. It seems like you wanted to be seduced.” She brought her arms up to wrap them around his neck and sighed contentedly at the work he was doing on her neck.

He chuckled before running both of his hands down to her ass, massaging it for a couple of seconds. Oh, he missed this shit bad. “You are absolutely correct, babe, as per usual. I needed this shit.” Kelvin slipped his hands underneath both cheeks, onto her thighs, and lifted Nevaeh up which elicited a squeal from her. He walked them over to the couch, sitting himself down so she was sitting on his lap and could feel the bulge in his pants. He kept one hand on her ass as he slid the other up her dress, feeling the smooth skin of her thigh and tracing the line of the thong sitting on her hips. 

When he brought his hand over to her pelvis, he kept his eyes on her face as he gently felt the wet fabric. Nevaeh’s eyes glazed over and she closed them, moaning while biting her lip. He kept two of his fingers over her covered clit and let her rock her hips against them, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

“That feel good, baby?” Kelvin asked. She nodded and made a breathy ‘mhm’ sound, beginning to breathe heavily. He did too, matching her and letting his mouth fall open, taking in every minute way her face changed. After another minute, he pushed the fabric to the side and used his thumb rub over her clit while his thick digits slid down her soaked slit to its entrance. There, he slipped them in and her moan this time was music to his ears. She let her head fall back, a hand gripping his shoulder tightly as she grinded down more on his hand, her chest heaving. Kelvin took his eyes off her face to watch her breasts straining against the cups of her dress. His other hand was on her hip now, helping her to rock down on his fingers so he had to make do.

His teeth pulled on one cup and then the other, watching her spill out of the dress and he pulled one of her nipples in his mouth. Sucking, nibbling, on the peak while still using his hands to guide her toward her climax, which he could feel was around the corner at this point. He knew her, knew that her thighs trying to close up on him, her fingers digging into his shoulder, her head tilting slightly to the right - she was minutes, if not seconds, away from cumming on his fingers. He picked up the pace.

“Kelvin, Kel - oh my God, Kel, please!” Nevaeh rolled her hips down, feeling the oh so familiar tightening in her stomach. She hadn’t cum like this in a long time, not without the help of a little toy in her bedside table. She began chanting, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Kelvin!”

“I ain’t stoppin’, don’t worry baby.” He moved his mouth over to her other nipple, using his thumb to alternate between rubbing her clit and pressing down on it. Then, he inserted a third finger into her and he knew he’d done it. She stopped bouncing and dug her nails in so hard he just knew he was gonna have marks in his skin. Her mouth dropped open as she rode out her orgasm, looking him in the eye as he continued to move his hand inside of her.

After she had finished twitching on top of him, he removed his hand from beneath her dress, the loss of contact making her whimper. He sucked his fingers into his mouth and she felt her clit jump. Kelvin carefully pulled her off of him and then stood up, pulling his shirt off while she unzipped her dress and threw on to the other side of the couch, along with her soaked panties.

“Unbuckle my pants, baby.” He commanded and Nevaeh immediately reached up to do as she was told. Once the belt was undone, she popped open the button and unzipped him, his hard member stretching at the fabric of his briefs underneath. “Pull them down, both of ‘em.” And she did, letting his dick jump out of his underwear and hang heavy in front of her face. She could literally feel her mouth watering, for the love of all that is good in this world, this shit was ridiculous. 

Taking back a bit of control, she gazed up at him, making direct eye contact as she wrapped her fingers around his thick base and guided him into her mouth. His mouth dropped open again, in pleasure, watching her take him all the way to the back of her throat and then back out again. She repeated this one, two, three times before she began to move faster on him, sucking him loudly like she knew he liked it. He was genuinely surprised his knees hadn’t buckled underneath him, her eyes still on his face as he moaned and groaned, watching his dick become covered in her spit. His hand had come to rest on her head and, eventually, when he felt his balls begin to tighten, he pulled on her ponytail to get her off of him.

“How do you want me, baby?” She asked, breathing heavy as her hand slipped up and down his length. He bit down on his lip before gently pushing her back on the couch, which was low enough to the ground that he could get on one knee and be able to line himself up with her sopping center. 

Kelvin held his dick at the base, as she had done, and tapped it against her clit a couple times, listening as she moaned quietly. “You need me baby?” He looked back up at her, watching her bite her lip, nod, and ‘mhm’ again. He shook his head. “Ask me nice.”

“Please, Kel, please fuck me.” She whimpered with no hesitation, bringing her hand to rest on his stomach, tracing the abs there. “Fuck me, baby, you the only one that can make me cum right?”

“Yeah?” His voice was low and gravely as he slid into her, both of them moaning immediately. She had forgotten how much he could fill her up, especially now as he slid in all the way so her clit was touching his pelvis. Her eyes rolled back at the sensation. “None of them other niggas filling you up like this, baby?” Hmm?”

She would’ve answered but he began to rock in and out of her, his hips taking on a rhythm that had her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. His arm stretched out above her head to get a grip on the back of the couch and Nevaeh wrapped her legs around his hips. Her hands settled on his hips, feeling him push into her over and over again.

His name fell from her lips over and over and over again. He was groaning quietly, muttering about how tight she was, how wet she was, “fuck I missed this shit” and “I still fuckin’ love you baby”.

“I love you too, yes, please, faster.” She answered back and he picked up his pace, letting his arm fall as he pressed his forehead against hers. 

“You still love me, baby? Huh?” He pressed a long kiss to her lips, their tongues dancing for a moment before she let out another moan when his fingers reached down to rub her clit once more. “Say it again.”

“Yesss, I love you baby. I love you Kelvin, I love you so much.” There were tears in her eyes, both from pleasure and from whatever emotion he was drawing out of her with his words. This was not how she thought lunch was going to go today.

“I love you too.” He groaned out, kissing his way back down her neck as he began to rub her faster, piston his hips into her with more roughness. “Cum for me, baby, come on.”

She didn’t need much more encouragement, tightening her legs around him as she wailed out during her orgasm. She stars behind her closed eyes, pressing her hands tightly against his back. Kelvin followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he came in her, her name whispered from his lips into her neck.

He still moved inside of her, slowly, until he finally pulled out of her. They both moaned together again and Kelvin rolled over to lay half on the couch as she did, both of their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths. He eventually lifted himself up, picking up her still trembling legs and putting them on the couch as he walked over to the bathroom. Nevaeh listened as the water ran and then he walked over with a warm rag, wiping her down gently, something he had done hundreds of times before, just not in a very long time. She got up after he sat down and rushed to the bathroom while he waited for her, smirking at the wet spot on the cushion where they’d both been minutes ago.

“I just got this shit too.” He looked up at her as she sauntered over to him, bending over to pick up his discard shirt and slip it over her head.

“My bad. I’ll get you a new one.” His hand settled on her thigh as she stood between his bare legs, looking down at him with a small smile.

“We should talk about this.” She muttered. Kelvin nodded, standing up as he did so, before picking her up bridal style. 

“Oh definitely. We can do exactly that ... over breakfast. Tomorrow.” He carried them toward the stairs leading to the bedroom upstairs. “For now? I got some shit I gotta take care of. Make up for time lost. I’m thinking I gotta make you cum for every month we spent apart?”

Nevaeh’s jaw dropped. “Thirty orgasms, oh my God, are you trying to kill me?”

“Well twenty-eight now.” He laughed and through her shock, she couldn’t help but to laugh too. “What can I say, I missed you baby. I missed you bad.”

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⋆˙⟡ contents: jalen hurts x ( black!fem! ) reader. curvy!reader. pinv. lover-boy!jalen. p*ssydrunk!jalen. voice kink. dirty talk. coaching. cockiness. AAVE. n-word mention. praise kink. size kink. spanking. cr3ampie. oràl (m!receiving). fingering. diamond chain mention…y’all know lol. this was a quick one so excuse the mistakes/semi-proofread. mdni!

“fuck, lemme see…”

head tilted backwards, jalen’s chest rumbled as he let out a deep groan. thick hands tangled in your coils, as you laid between his thighs. giggling, you continued to slowly stroke his shaft, pressing feather light kisses to his weeping tip.

“shit. quit playin’ mama,” jalen’s grip tightened and a whimper fluttered from your lips. your gaze still on him as you watched his a tongue swiped against his plump pink lips. “open wiiide, f’me,”

you happily complied, opening your mouth with your tongue lulling out in the process. a small grin danced across his lips at your obedience. slowly, inch by inch jalen fed you his manhood, and happily you took it, reveling in the salty-sweet taste of him. a glossy mix of spit began to drip down only half of his length. god, he was so big. the tip now already reaching the back of your throat and yet there was more. more girth, more length, more to swallow.

“gahdamn you almost there,” jalen breathed out.

with a swivel of his hips, you felt the tip brush against uvula. you pulled him out of your mouth, coughing. a webby strand of saliva connected between your lips and jalen’s wet dick.

“be patient, baby,” you cooed, pumping shallow strokes against his length.

“i’m tryin’,” he chuckled breathlessly, as you stroked him. “gotta nigga feenin’…need you to get me right,”

you popped him in and began to slurppp. swallowing him completely, until your nose brushed against jalen’s pubic hair. he massaged your scalp, rubbing his thick fingers through your curls. humming, you swirled your tongue around his pulsing length.

“fuuuuck, get me there. get me there…” his diamond rare-breed chain, clinked against his chest at he leaned forward, raising his hand he smacked your ass.

you moaned at the stinging sensation. the touch of his heavy hand, just spurred you on. you sucked deeper and harder, as wetness began to pool from you.

“yeaaaah. f-fuck—shit! i feel it,” jalen rambled out, holding your head just a little bit tighter.

relaxing your throat, you let jalen do his thing. he furiously pumped down your throat, his fat tip continuously kissing your uvula. just pumping, and pumping, and pumping…

“m’ cummin’—fuck!”

he exploded in your mouth. delicious ropes of cum shot down your throat, full and thick you swallowed it down, keeping a steady gaze on jalen. his brown, chiseled chest heaved up and down, his gorgeous face was scrunched in pure pleasure, with his bottom lip tucked between perfect teeth. when he emptied out, he slowly pulled out of your mouth.

“damn… lemme see,”

you lulled out your tongue. not a single waste of cum.

jalen smirked. “nasty ass. c’mere,”

making a show of it you swayed your hips as you crawled towards his lap. he maneuvered you effortlessly, making sure you sat perfectly against his wet dick. big brown eyes stared into you deeply, as hands roamed your curves. rubbing, squeezing, both hands traveled down to your bottom. he roughly kneaded the plush flesh. he smacked your ass cheeks again, causing you to jerk, and moan.

“you like that?” jalen mumbled against your chubby cheek. you squirmed feeling his warm breath against your face.

“y-yes baby,” you held him closer as his lip left a trail of kisses on your skin. trailing down from your jawline to your neck and towards your chest. he lifted his for a second, a mischievous glint gleamed in his eyes…

jalen wet his lips, he ducked his mouth down, capturing your nipple in his mouth.

“fuck!” you mewled.

you clutched his head head as he sucked harder. tongue swirling against the pebbled skin. his other hand palmed and squeezed your other breast, gently tugging your other nipple in between squeezes.

“ooooh baby! w-wait i need y-you,” you could feel the wetness just dripping down now. you knew he could feel it too when he smiled against your skin.

“nah,” he rasped. jalen shifted you in his lap, getting a better angle of your dripping pussy. “be patient, baby,” mocking you from earlier.

“bab—” he cut you off, words dying completely on your tongue, when you felt his coarse thumb touch your clit.

he grinned, watching you huff and puff.

“aw mama, don’t be like that. i jus’ wanna see you, wet me up. cum for me and i got you,” the effortless rasp of jalen’s texan drawl drove you insane. like syrupy honey poured in your ears, he put you under a sweet spell.

you nodded. needing more confirmation, jalen smacked your ass for the third time.

“you gonna cum f’me? huh? gon’ wet me up reaaal good?” jalen’s stubby thumb began rubbing tighter and faster at your clit.

“y-yes i will! fuuuuck me,” you babbles out through broken moans.

jalen leans forward capturing your lips into a sweet kiss. the complete opposite of the brutal circles against your poor clit. you whimpered against his lips as your walls pulsated against absolutely nothing. damn, from kissing and playing with your clit alone, jalen’s got you down bad. jalen shifted his thumb just a smidge, it sent chills down your spine, making you break the kiss.

“shiiiit! right there, right thereee,”

“look at me,” your once closed eyes, drifted open to see him staring back at you. completely keyed into your pleasure.

slowly, jalen tilted his head. a slimy string of saliva drips from his tongue, landing directly onto your wet heat.

“oh my god…” you whined, watching as the spit slides down your pussy. jalen spits, again. his calloused thumb continuing to rub taut circles on your clit. “baby, i’m cumming. fuck, y’re gonna make me cum! ohmygod,”

“yeaaaah. being so good f’me …give to me, mama. i gotchu, anything you want i got you,”

his sweet words tipped you over the edge. your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your clit throbbed and while your walls pulsated. jalen kept his thumb against your clit and you rode out your orgasm.

“you did so good f’me,” you purred at jalen’s encouragement, he placed gentle kisses across your face and the bridge of your nose.

he pulled his thumb away, and replaced the touch with a finger inside of you. you hissed as his long finger swirled around your gummy walls. he collected your essence, pulling it out to bring the finger to his mouth. he sucked.

“too sweet,” he rasped.

without hesitation, jalen dove for another kiss. his tongue slipping past the seam of your lips, he swirled it around allowing you to get a taste of your saccharine essence…

you moaned in his mouth, lightly swiveling against his lap, now damp from your sticky, sap.

“need me, huh?” he mumbled against your mouth.

“yes baby,”

“aight, put it in,” you reached back, finding jalen’s fully erect dick. you gave it a few quick pumps, before lifting your hips to align him with your weeping core. “don’t rush neither…do it slow,”

“but jaaaay, she needs you,” you whined, your lips poking out into a small pout.

“i said go slow,” jalen gruffed out.

you began to slowly push him in. your hand shook as you felt his mushroomy tip prod at your entrance…it was so big yet he was barely in yet. noticing your uneven breaths, jalen gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“keep going. jus’ like that, inch by inch,” the deliciously raspy edge to jalen’s voice spurred you on as you continued to guide you hand, pushing more and more of him inside you.

thoughts of him on the field, during the game, using this same tone, encouraging, guiding his teammates during each play…it drove you wild, riling you up, your pussy openly welcomed jalen’s hard dick. his girthy length began to expand and stretch your walls. fuck, just a few more inches…

“damn, you still tight,” jalen groaned, admiration rounding out its edge. from this angle, and with him bottoming out completely, you already felt his tip brushing against your spongy spot.

“m-move baby,” he chuckled at your brattiness.

“aye, i got you,” he adjusted himself, shifting his position on the bed.

then, he pulled out, stopping midway, before plunging back in. with a new vigor, jalen fucked you. he snapped his hips and with an athletic precision, began fucking up into you. you moaned out as your gummy walls squeezed him. with every thrust his mushroom tip kissed your sweet spot, sending you to outer space while you wetted up his lap.

“jay baby y’re so good to meeeee…ooo-fuck!” you barely could make out a sentence as he pounded into you.

“mhm. that’s what good dick’ll do to you,” jalen tutted.

you loved to see the cockiness sprawled across his face. you loved seeing this side of him, fully present, shit talking up a storm, proving why he was truly the best in all facets. on and off the field, especially in the bedroom, between your legs.

“keep fucking meeee! ohmygod i’m gonna cum again,”

“nah, hold on. wan’ you cum with me,”

jalen angled his thrusts slightly to the left…slowing down, before revving up and going full throttle.

it was nothing but moans and squelchy noises bouncing off the walls of the bedroom. it was disgusting how wet you got…a person none the wiser would’ve assumed it was a damn faucet on with how wet your pussy splashed. jalen leaned up capturing your lips for another kiss and squeezed at your fleshy hips.

“shiiit, i’m almost there, mama. fuck me back,”

you spread your legs wider and pushed your hips back meeting jalen’s strokes. you felt the familiar sensation build up in your belly. you mewled as you began to contracted around his length.

“i feel you, hm, i’m right there witchu, give it to me. be good and cum on my dick,” jalen growled in your ear.

a few more strokes in…and boom. it snapped. you writhed as you flooded jalen’s dick.

“aww f-fuck meeeeee,” you screamed this time. hands placed his jalen’s shoulders as you rode him, starry spots flashed in the corner of your eyes as your sticky sappy flowed out of you. “jay baby fuck, iloveyousomuch,”

a pump later you felt him sputter inside of you. he groaned as you filled you up. more ropes of cum sprayed inside of you. it was never-ending, more and more cum just spitting inside of you. coating your walls. you held each others gazes as jalen continued to fill you with his load. pump after pump, he filled you with his cream. you kissed and sucked along his neck, with the intention of leaving a mark, a small thank you of how good he was treating you.

he sighed. his heavy hands drifting up and down your back as you swam in the afterglow…

you felt jalen move to pull out of you, but you pressed his chest down to stop him. his thick brows furrowed.

“i gotta pull sometime mama,”

“no…wait. i want it to stay in,” you replied, now rubbing circles against his skin.

“…oh,” then a light bulb flashed in mind. that’s what you wanted. “that’s what you want?”

you nodded, with no attempts of concealing your smirk. seeing him perform on the field tonight, how he graciously stepped into his newly-minted championship and mvp status, you knew before, but now you fully knew.

this is the man you were gonna have a baby with.

“aight, lift up f’me,” you said as told. you maneuvered, whimpering at the lost of the contact. you bent down to low at some of the cream spill down your leg. “on ya hands and knees, i wanna get better look at this pussy,”

you grinned, instantly deepening the arch in your back.

“hm. you ready to be a mama forreal?”

you brushed your coils off your shoulder to look at jalen.

“yes baby, i wanna make you a daddy.”

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[ a/n’s: this was real nasty lol, probably the nastiest thing i’ve written so far lol. anyways, shout out to @joonsgeminii for the request! go birds 🦅]