Tastes of Heaven with Hell (400 words) by
Sharpest_AspChapters: 4/4
Fandom:
Sinners [2025]Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Annie Moore/Elijah "Smoke" Moore, Mary [Sinners 2025]/Elias "Stack" Moore, Bo Chow/Grace Chow, Pearline [Sinners 2025]/Sammie "Preacher Boy" Moore
Characters: Annie Moore, Elijah "Smoke" Moore, Elias "Stack" Moore, Grace Chow, Bo Chow, Pearline [Sinners 2025], Mary [Sinners 2025], Sammie "Preacher Boy" Moore
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Missing Scenes, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Bring Back The Porn Challenge
Summary:
Four couples, four drabbles, set pre and post canon.
Married
He knew why she didn't want him inside her, not yet, not now. She couldn't afford to lose her milk, and Elijah didn't want their baby girl to suffer a bit, didn't want to have to pay some other woman to nurse their daughter.
He couldn't get rid of wanting to, even as her mouth wrapped around his cock and made his toes curl with how her tongue traced him in such intimate details. He held one hand on her head, one on the sheet, and let Annie make it all feel better.
She always did, in body and soul.
Wanting
She knew he didn't want to be with her, even as they both hungered for one another. Mary closed her eyes, feeling Stack's tongue dancing over her clit, the sharp contrast when he scraped his teeth there. She wanted this, wanted it more than a white man and a big house.
He didn't want her like that, and she couldn't understand why when they were so perfect. She knew there were people that would string him up for being with her, and while he wasn't afraid, he didn't push it.
She took her stolen moments, and let her body dance.
Settled
They were doing fine, more than getting by, with Grace working at the white store, and Bo keeping things moving for the blacks. It wasn't perfect, and Grace worried for Lisa's future with the hate surrounding them always, but times like this, when Bo was burying his face between her legs, she could almost forget.
Maybe she'd let him try for another baby with her, soon. Things were good — and then she broke to his tongue, and reached for him after, chasing his mouth to taste herself there. He was so hard, so ready, when she took him in hand.
Wishing
So many nights, as Sammie handled his twitching cock, it was the memory of tasting a woman for the first time that haunted him. He daydreamed of a different turn of events, one where that white devil hadn't appeared and taken away everything.
He remembers her warning about being all sweaty, and how she gave in at his impassioned plea to taste her. He wraps the memory of her voice singing for his mouth around himself and shoves the horror away. He strokes himself in time to that song, the one they shared, and for a moment, he is free.