Ditzy!reader has such a praise kïnk like omg girl we get it😭😭
Smoke knows you have that confidence in you, you just need a little reassuring! Sometimes he’ll give you a good pep talk before going into a place, lift your chin up and fix something about your outfit he saw wasn’t right. He’ll say something like “Don’t overwork that pretty mind ‘f yers. Ain’t shit you can’t handle.” Or he’s giving acaress of his hand on your cheek, or giving your thigh a squeeze. And after you say what you need to properly your eyes are immediately looking at Smokes for approval. He doesn’t mind though, give you a little curt but pleased nod that makes you wanna fall on top of him and roll around in his warmth while you giggle.
Or when he’s drilling his meaty length inside your sopping walls, your head pulled to the side with hearts in your eyes. Salvating at the sweat dripping down the side of his face that you want to lick up, you’re mewling out, “Is good ‘Lijah, it’s hck- it’s good?”
He lets out a grumble of curses, damned at how sexy you look all fucked out and needy. Pretty pussy clamping down on him like your aching for his cum, his lips fall to your neck, your chin, leaving sloppy kisses on your lips while he gives you slow sledgehammer into your heat. Crown of his head pressing that special spot you love so much.
“Course it is darlin- fuuuuck me, yer wonderful princess.”
It only makes you moan louder, creaming his length as he holds you close, letting your nails claw down his back as he doesn’t stop railing you, only fucking your through it. Pushing your curls back as he’s got your head inbetween his bicep.
He groans, thrusting his cock into you faster, dirtier, “Shit, you can take this baby, can’t you? You’re my good girl, aintchu? Don’tcha wanna make yer husband cum?”
Most days, he carried himself like nothing could shake him—quiet, steady, the type of man who didn’t waste words because he didn’t have to. People listened anyway.
She usually did too.
Usually.
But tonight, something in her just wouldn’t sit still. Maybe it was the way he’d been brushing her off earlier, barely reacting to her running your mouth. Maybe she just wanted attention. Either way… she pushed.
And pushed.
And pushed.
“You act like you ain’t hear me,” she muttered, leaning against the wall with her arms folded.
“I heard you,” he said calmly from across the room, not even looking up at first.
That made it worse.
“Then why you acting like it don’t matter?”
That’s when his eyes lifted.
Slowly.
And there it was—that shift.
Not loud. Just… different.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” His voice stayed even, but it carried weight now.
She rolled your eyes, like that didn’t do anything to her. Like her stomach didn’t just tighten a little.
“I said what I said.”
Silence.
Then he stood up.
The air changed.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t storm over. Just walked toward you with that same steady pace, and somehow that made it worse. Made your heartbeat pick up in a way you refused to acknowledge.
“Say it again,” he said, stopping right in front of you.
Her chin tilted up, stubborn. “You heard me the first—”
Her words cut off when his hand gripped her chin.
Not rough.
But firm enough that it meant something.
“Smoke—”
“Come on.”
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t a shout.
But it wasn’t a suggestion either.
Before she could decide if she was going to fight it, he was already guiding her back toward the couch. Each step felt slower than it should’ve, like her body was suddenly too aware of everything—his grip, his presence, the way he wasn’t letting go.
“Still got something to say?” he asked, sitting down and pulling her with him in one smooth motion.
She barely had time to react before she was on his lap, her knees on either side of him, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders to steady herself.
The position alone knocked the edge off her attitude.
“You real bold over there,” he murmured, his hands settling on your hips like they belonged there. “But now you quiet.”
“I’m not quiet,” she shot back, even though her voice didn’t sound the same.
His thumbs pressed lightly into her hips, just enough pressure to ground her—just enough to remind her exactly where you were.
“Yeah?” His head tilted slightly. “Then why you breathing like that?”
she hadn’t even noticed.
Now she couldn’t ignore it.
“I’m not—” she started, but her words faltered when his grip tightened just a little, pulling her down more firmly against him.
her breath hitched.
There it was.
That reaction she didn’t want to give him.
His eyes darkened just slightly, catching it.
“That’s what I thought,” he said quietly.
She tried to push back, to hold onto whatever attitude she had left. “You doing too much.”
“Or you just not used to a nigga checking you?” he countered, calm as ever.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingers curling into his shirt. She hated how steady he was. How in control he stayed while she felt like she was slipping just a little.
“I don’t need you to check me,” she muttered.
His hand slid up her side, slow, deliberate, before settling on her lower back.
“You sure about that?” he asked, leaning in just enough that his voice dropped lower, closer.
The warmth of his breath brushed her skin, and her body reacted before her pride could catch up.
She shifted slightly—just trying to get comfortable, she told herself.
His hand immediately adjusted, holding you in place.
“Don’t start moving now,” he warned softly. “You weren't moving like that a minute ago.”
Her lips pressed together.
He noticed everything.
“That mouth get real quiet when I get you like this,” he added, almost like he was thinking out loud.
“I’m not quiet,” she repeated, weaker this time.
“Then say something smart.”
She opened her mouth—
Nothing came out.
Because now all she could focus on was the way his hands were moving again. Not rushed. Not grabbing. Just slow, controlled, like he had all the time in the world to let this build.
Her breathing gave her away before she could say anything else.
“Yeah,” he murmured, watching your face closely. “That’s what I thought.”
She looked at him, really looked this time, and there was no teasing in his expression. No rush either. Just that same quiet control that made everything feel heavier than it should’ve.
“You like acting up,” he said, voice low. “But you know exactly what you doing.”
She swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly against his shoulders.
“And you know exactly how this ends,” he added.
Her attitude had slipped somewhere along the way, replaced with something softer. Something quieter.
But not weak.
Just… aware.
“I wasn’t even doing that much,” she muttered, though it barely sounded convincing now.
One of his brows lifted slightly.
“No?” His grip tightened just enough to make her breath catch again. “So this don’t got nothing to do with me?”
She didn’t answer.
Couldn’t.
Because now the tension sitting between them wasn’t just about the argument anymore. It was something else entirely—something heavier, slower, pulling tighter the longer she stayed right there on his lap.
His gaze dropped to her lips for a second, then back to her eyes.
“You done?” he asked quietly.
Her voice came out softer than before.
“…yeah.”
A pause.
Then his hand slid up her back again, slower this time, less about holding her in place and more about keeping you there.
“Good,” he said.
But he didn’t move her.
Didn’t let her go.
Just kept her right there, like he wasn’t in any rush to end it either.
"All fuckin' day, you've been pushin' buttons, mama," he says, his voice gravelly and low, laced with the edge of a man who's on his last nerve . He steps in front of her, his footsteps quiet on the carpet, closing the distance in three long steps. Before she can say something disrespectful, his rough hand wraps around her wrist, yanking her up. He bends her over his lap, her belly pressing into his thighs. Her short skirt comes up immediately, bunching around her waist and showing him her lace panties.
She twists, trying to wriggle free, but his other arm comes across her lower back , pinning her in place. He grunts as he slides you up a bit. "Think you can mouth off to me? Acting like a nigga won´t put you in your place?" He says, making her feel hot all over. He rubs her ass , taunting her or getting her ready, then his hand comes down, smacking her on her ass. It stings, making her yelp, her fingers digging into the couch cushion.
He doesn't give her time to recover. Another slap lands on the left, harder, the impact making her ass turn red. "That's for the attitude at breakfast," he says, each word coming with a smack—smack, smack—alternating sides. Her thighs press together instinctively, but the growing ache between them betrays her, a slick warmth starting to pool between her thighs. She bites her lip, stifling a whimper, but he hears it anyway "you like that, hm? Ms nasty gettin' wet from a spankin'?"
By the fifth hit, her ass is red, each new slap burns her eyes watering. She buck against him, half protest, half plea, but he just tightens his grip on her hip, holding her steady as he delivers two—smack, smack—right where her thighs meet her ass. The pain twists into something hotter, needier, her pussy clenching around nothing as she soaks through her lace panties. "Pa, please—" she whimpers, voice cracking, but he silences her with a firmer swat, his fingers splaying wide to cover more area, his hands rough against her tender skin.
"Please what? You gon apologize for bein' a bad girl hm?" He asks, tilting his head, his hand rubbing slow, circles over her red ass, kneading the soreness in a way that makes her arch into it despite yourself. But mercy's not his style tonight. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down her legs, the lace catching her knees before coming down to her ankles. She's fully exposed, her wet pussy glistening in the low light, ass cheeks marked with his handprints.
He exhales a low curse, his fingers tracing the evidence of his work before dipping lower. "Fuck, look at this pussy. Drippin' for big pa." His fingers part her lips, sliding through her wetness to circle her swollen clit with agonizing slowness. She whines,her ass pushing back against his hamd for more, but he pulls away just as she starts to grind against his hand. He slapped her inner thigh. Making her yelp "Not yet, baby. You gotta earn it." He manhandles her then, flipping her onto her back, her head on the arm of the couch. Her legs spread open as he kneels between them on the floor, shoving her skirt higher until it's out his way. His hands grip her thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he forces them apart, exposing her pussy to his hungry gaze. His grills showing as he smirks,he leaning close enough for her to feel his nose on her clit.
"Beg for it. Tell me you're sorry for runnin' that mouth." His tongue licks her clit, flat and broad, licking a long stripe from her slit to her clit to her hole. His tongue makes her hips buck,but he pins her hips down with his large hand. "Words, mama'. Don't make pa ask twice."
"I'm sorry, pa," she whimpered, the words tumbling out as his tongue flicks again, his lips sealing around her clit and sucking with just enough pressure to make her toes curl. Pleasure coils tight in her belly, but he nibbles at her sensitive clit, a sharp reminder of his control, before flicking his tongue inside her. He fucks her with it, curling it to the right angle, his free hand squeezed her ass.
She rides his face, her hands holding his head, gripping tightly as she moans his name. He growls against her pussy, the vibration humming on her pussy, he adds a finger—then two—stretching her walls as he sucks at her clit. She can feel the tightness in her belly, her breaths coming in ragged pants. "Fuck, pa... please, I need—"
He pulls away quickly, licking his lips, his eyes filled with lust and anger. "You need to remember who owns this pussy," he says, his voice rough as he unties his sweatpants. The sweats drop, and he shoves his boxers to his knees, his dick hitting his stomach —thick, veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. He wraps a fist around it, stroking once, twice, watching her squirm. "Spread wider. Show me how bad you want pa dick."
She listened, hooking her knees over the couch cushions, baring herself completely. He rubbed his fat head against her hole, teasing her clit with slow rubs before pushing into her slowly. He stretches her, her pussy clenching around his fat dick as he bottoms out, balls pressed against her ass. "That's it—take it like the good girl you can be," he grunts, pulling back only to thrust in again, harder, the couch moving slightly due to his thrust.
He sets a fast pace, his hips snapping forward as he plunges himself in her. Each thrust hits deep, his dick dragging against her walls, his fat tip hitting that perfect spot inside. she cries out, her nails digging in his back, leaving red welts on his chocolate,inked skin. He holds her face with his hand, looking into her eyes as he fuck her, his weight pressing her into the leather. "Say it—tell me this pussy mine. No more actin' up."
"Yours! I'm yours, Pa—oh my goodness" She silently screams as he angles his hips, pounding harder, his free hand sliding between their bodies rubbing her swollen clit. Sweat slicks her skin where they connect, the wet sounds of him fucking her filling the room alongside his groans and her moans. He lets her face go to grab herthroat—not choking, just holding, thumb stroking your pulse as he watches her face twist every time he thrust into her .
The pressure builds, her orgasm comes hard, her pussy fluttering and squeezing him in rhythmic pulses. She screams his name, back arching off the couch as her eyes roll back. He doesn't stop, pushing her through it, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own nut. "Gonna fill you up—mark my pussy so you know who it is," he snarls, bottoming out inside her deep one last time. His dick throbs, hot cum flooding her pussy spilling out of him as he grinds against her oversensitive pussy.
Finally done, he lays on top of her his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing heavily. He pulls out slowly, watching his nut drip from her pussy with a satisfied smirk, then pulls her against his chest. His arms wrap around her, one hand gently massaging the lingering ache in your ass while he presses a kiss to her neck. "That's my girl. No more bullshit tomorrow, hm?" His voice softens just a bit, the edge of dominance giving way to that rare tenderness he saves for you.
But as she is on him, the throb between her legs whispers a promise: next time she pushes, it'll be even rougher. And deep down, she knows she'll crave it just the same.
╰┈➤ "what?" smoke called out to you as he turned around. "you heard me" you tried your best not to seem intimidated by his sudden drop of tone as you stood in the middle of the room with your arm folded over your plump chest. "mama, don't start wit me" he replied chuckling as he walked passed you to the bedroom door, walking out and heading towards the bathroom. "i'm tired, okay? nigga been at work at since 6 this morning i don't have time to fight with you right now" he sighed.
"this the shit i be talking about" you "sneered" as you followed him into the bathroom. "what "shit" baby? i swear you always trying to argue cause you bored as fuck in this house, go get a hobby or sum" he huffed. "YOU! you're always walking away from everything like why can't you just handle the problem at hand?" you snapped, almost laughing as he looked at you like you were crazy.
" i know good in well you ain't just yell at me y/n....you getting beside yourself" he pointed a finger at you with a bitter chuckle. "i've always been like this babes, you just late to the party" you rolled your eyes.
he continued to stare at you as you can visibly see his patience for you is wearing thin as time passes. your words are finally breaking him and it's quite exciting as you felt moisture start to form downwards. you tried crossing your legs subtly but smoke caught onto it quick as he smirked before turning towards the shower and twisting the nob.
he did everything so silently after that and it honestly made you even more wet with a bit of nervousness as well. every time he does quiet like this, you know your legs aren't gonna be usable.
"you know what," he finally announced after the deadly silence. "i got something for you" he simply stated with no further explanation. you gulped as you built up the courage to point at him some more. "well, it's the least you can with that LITTLE dick of yours" you made sure to empathize the one word that would get him irritated.
your heart began to speed up as you anticipated for his reaction. smoke stopped what he was doing and turned towards you with furrowed eyebrows. "matter fact, stay in here and take off them clothes" he sternly asked as his jaw clenched.
you stood there stuck for a moment not knowing if you should listen to him or keep playing the game that you started. to be honest you were terrified for what treatment you're about to receive from your "attitude" towards him. "did you not hear what i just said woman? am i muted? are you deaf?" he questioned as he marched up towards you. "n-no" you shamelessly stuttered.
"then get yo ass out of them clothes and get in the shower wit me, aight?" he stared deep in your soul before huffing, turning around and started to take his clothes off one by one. you nervously shook as you reached for your top and slowly lifted it off your body.
soon, your bra was next, then your shorts, then your underwear went you were hesitant to take off due to your wetness making itself known as the slimy substance clung onto the fabric and your perfectly shaved pussy.
you subconsciously crossed your arms over your body as you watched him get into the shower. his manly back muscles were making themselves known. you took a deep breath before getting in after him. he didn't say anything to you as he used the body wash and loofa to clean his body.
you grabbed your own loofa and started to shower as well. a few minutes passed by and you were still nervous. him standing here with his back turned towards you under the shower as the water dripped down from his hair down to his brown skin.
he soon turned towards you, grabbed ahold of your waist with force as you slightly yelped in shock from the sudden aggression. "babe, my hair will get wet" you silently told him. "you think i care?" he rebutted, trailing his hands down from your waist to your hips before stopping at your ass to give you a harsh slap and soon turned you around forcefully.
you held onto the wall for support, you figured he wanted to fuck you in a certain position so you intentionally backed your ass up on him. "look at you, waiting to be fucked like the ho you is" he slapped your ass again watching as it jiggled from the force causing you to moan at the feeling. you can feel your slick trickle down your thighs.
"elijah, baby put it in" you whined backing your ass up on him again. "stop" he held onto your hips, forcing an arch in your back. "wasn't you just mad at me? huh? now you want this dick?" he grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip up and down between your folds.
you moaned quite loudly as he dipped it into your hole a bit. his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip as he continued his torture. his dick getting wetter and wetter from your slick coating it. "wasn't you just saying how small my dick and now you aching for it?" he said in disbelief.
"i-i was joking baby please put it in, i need you" you cried out. "oh you was joking? yea let's see if it's a joke now" he remarked, plunging his dick into your hole using the hand that once held it towards your neck and began thrusting at a fast pace. your body jolted at each thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned out his name.
"elijah~ you feel so good daddy" you whimpered as tried to keep your balance from his harsh thrusts. "yeah? i thought my dick was small though, you sure is taking it like a good ass slut" he grunted watching his dick disappear in and out of your hole. you bit your lip, pushing your ass onto him to meet his thrusts. soon your stomach began to tighten as you felt like you were about to cum.
"i-im about t-to cum~" you whimpered out. "yeah? do it slut" he slapped your ass and held tighter on your neck as tears began to pour down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. with a few more of his thrust you're fluids soon coated his dick as he continued to thrust into you making the substance form a ring around his veiny dick.
he pulled out just as he was about to cum as well. you tried catching your breath from the intense act that was taking place. "nah, we ain't done yet....get on them knees" he ordered. you weakly got onto your knees infront of him. "go ahead and suck it" you stared up at him before using both your hands to grab his dick.
you gave kitty licks to the tip before twirling your tongue around the slit, tasting his pre cum. he moaned as you finally placed his dick into your mouth. the warmth of you mouth caused him to roll his head back as he grabbed ahold of the back of your neck.
you bobbed your head up and down whilst using your hands to stroke the rest of his inches that didn't fit in your mouth. "fuck, keep sucking it like that" he moaned biting his lip. you looked at him through hooded eyes as you hallowed your cheeks and attempting to deep throat him.
he placed his hand that wasn't behind your neck onto ye wall to balance him as he felt light headed from the pleasure he was receiving. "i fucking love you, girl" you rolled his head back down to look at you. you fluttered your eyelashes as your slob coated his dick causing it to drip down your chin and his shaft. "you love me?" he questioned, his grip on your next tightening. you hummed.
"i want a verbal answer" he pulled you off. "yes, baby i love you so fucking much, you fuck me so good" you whined out as he only smirked before forcing you back onto his dick, throat fucking you. "that's what i like to hear" he grunted. you can feel his dick soon swelling up as his abused your throat. "shit, im boutta cum" he sped up his pace as your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to trickle down your face. your hands held onto his thighs for support.
a few more throats and his cum was soon shooting down your esophagus. the warm substance filled your mouth as you tried your best to swallow all of it. half it dripping down the sides of your mouth and onto the showers floor.
smoke chest heaved up and down heavily as he tried catching his breath. you pulled away from his dick and wiped your mouth before standing up with your weakened legs as if they weren't already weak from the last sex session.
"come here" he softly spoked. you leaned towards him as he gripped your chin and kissed you sloppily, adding tongue to taste you. you moaned into his mouth wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
smoke was the first to pull back as long strip of saliva connected between you two began to thin the more he backed up. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" he asked as he grabbed his loaf again. you only nodded unable to speak, too scared that your voice would be gone.
after taking your second bath, you both laid down in bed with smoke massaging your feet as you two watched tv. "so, what was all that attitude about huh? you just wanted some dick or?" he broker the relaxing silence. "no, babe it was supposed to be a prank that i decided to play on you" you tried to laugh but your throat hurting wouldn't let you. now it was time for smoke to laugh.
"see? that's what you get for playing with me mama" he laughed as you squinted your eyes at him. "it's not funny, nobody told you to literally abuse my throat" you rolled your eyes. "man, you had it coming you know you liked it" he scoffed.
"so what if i didn't? what you gon do" you pushed your finger into the side of his temple. he only shook his head. "you know, you just can't stop huh? you like to get ruined" he smiled. his gold grills making themselves known. "yea but seeing you angry gets my wet so i can get whatever i want from you" you smugly replied.
“yea, you and my momma the only women i'll ever let get on my nerves" he stated. "yea, we better the only ones until we get a little me running around here" you smiled sweetly before kissing his lips slowly but passionately, biting his bottom lip.
"ouuuu girl what you tryna get into" he joked as he grabbed your waist, wrapping his arms sound around it before placing his head into your neck and started kissing your neck. you giggled as you tried pushing him off of you you wrapped your leg around his hip as you enjoyed the affection.
Synopsis - Smoke gets released out of jail to find that his ex girlfriend and mother of his child has moved on.
Warnings - toxic asf (I’m sorry, I have issues), smut, stalking(kind of?), breeding kink, cursing, weapons, a lot of angst, crying, some fluff, cheating (but not really if you think about it), use of n word (✊🏾)
Part 1 of 2
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Nicole’s body jolted to the vibrations of a phone, whether it was hers or Chris’s, she didn’t know. Her eyes were still glued shut and her body attempted to move but it barely did anything.
“Mm, here.” Chris mumbled, still half asleep as he passed her the phone.
Nicole didn’t even bother looking at who was calling, just tried a few times to answer until she finally got it.
“BITCH! FINALLY FUCK! You need to tell Chris to leave the house. NOW!” Her face scrunched up at the sound of her best friend yelling. No alarms were ringing just yet as her body was still adjusting to being up.
“Girl, what you talking bout?” She barely got the words out, laying her head back on the pillow and closing her eyes.
“BITCH SMOKE IS OUT OF JAIL. HE CAME OUT THIS MORNING AND IM 100% SURE HE’S COMING TO YOU!”
This definitely woke her up.
Nicole jumped, heart racing, hands shaking and head pounding. She grabbed her pink silk robe, tying it around her semi naked body.
“Fuck” she whispered into the phone. Her best friend didn’t have time to say another word, not when Nicole abruptly hung up and started shaking Chris.
“Babe. Wake up. I need you to do me a favor.” Chris groaned, eyes fluttering open to watch as Nicole frantically paced around the bedroom.
“What? What happened?” Before Nicole could answer, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house.
“Tf?” Chris stood up, ready to defend himself and Nicole from whatever intruder was in the house. But Nicole knew.
She knew who it was.
The door opened and there in all his glory stood the father of her child, the man she’d been in love with since she was 16. Elijah Moore. Smoke.
He had a fresh haircut, faded at the sides and waves at the top. His beard sharp and neat. Black T shirt hugging the muscles that had seemed to grow since last time she saw him and grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The chains he always wore were back on his neck, a diamond encrusted Cuban and a smaller one with Nicole’s initials on it.
Whatever cologne he had on briefly hypnotized her before she had to remind herself to snap back to reality.
“Who tf are you?” Chris yelled, getting closer to him but his eyes didn’t even bother to shift. They were focused on Nicole and the way her breathing got heavier and heavier.
He was quiet, which he almost always was. But this type of quiet was eerie. This was the type of quiet that told her that she fucked up. Bad.
But she had to stand her ground. She wasn’t his anymore and he knew that.
“E-Elijah. What are you doing here?”
“Elijah? This is your ex? How tf he even get in here?” Chris was angry and rightfully so. But Nicole couldn’t be bothered to focus on his emotions when there was a ticking time bomb right at her door.
“Elijah, you gotta go. I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you gotta go.” Her voice was shaky, she cleared her throat in hopes to mask it but Smoke heard her, loud and clear.
He smirked, eyes still focused on Nicole. “Where’s my daughter?” His voice was deep, calm and collected. It sent a shiver down Nicole’s spine.
“She’s at my mommas house.” Smoke nodded, smirk still sitting on his lips before his eyes finally turned to Chris.
“It’s time for you to head out, bro. Thanks for keeping her warm but I’m home now. She don’t need you no more.” Nicole’s jaw dropped and Chris’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Nigga what? I ain’t going nowhere. Jail must’ve made you loose ya damn mind. She’s my woman now. Not yours.”
Nicole sighs, eyes up to send a quiet prayer to whoever was listening, to not let this escalate.
Smoke chuckles, hand scratching his beard as his eyes meet Nicole’s again. “Get ya mans before I get sent back to jail, mama.”
“Elijah. Just go. We’re not together anymore. You know that.” The words felt foreign coming out of her mouth. She’s never admitted aloud that she wasn’t his anymore, she knew better than that. His lips twitched at her words, like he was itching to prove her wrong.
He sucks his teeth, jaw tightening in a way that meant his composure was cracking. “Ima give you bout 2 minutes to grab ya shit and go or I’m finna show you exactly how much jail made me loose my damn mind.”
Nicole groaned. “Elijah, no.”
Chris rolled his eyes and puffed his chest like he was the big man of the house, like if he was the one in charge. “I ain’t scared of you.”
And that was all it took.
Smoke took the gun that was tucked in the back of his sweats and aimed it at Chris’s head.
“ELIJAH. WHAT THE FUCK? STOP!” Nicole stood in front of Chris, body too short to cover Smokes aim but she tried anyway.
Chris put his hands up in surrender. “Aight man, chill.”
“You got about a minute left. I suggest you hurry up.”
Chris moved with urgency, pants, hoodie and sneakers on before Nicole could even say a word. He was out the door and in his car by the time Smoke lowered his gun and tucked it back in his sweats.
“There’s something fucking wrong with you!” Nicole yelled, stepping up to him while jabbing her finger in his chest. “Get tf out of my house, Smoke. You don’t belong here anymore. We’re done! We’ve been done for years!”
He shrugged like he ain’t have a care in the world.
“What do you want from me, huh? You ain’t get enough of fucking with me all these years?” Nicole ripped her arm away from his hold and walked further into the room. Needing the distance to breathe and remember why she was upset in the first place.
“Fucking with you? Are you being serious right now, Nicole?”
“Yes! You’ve been stalking me for the past 5 years. Every move I made, you knew! Do you know how exhausting that shit is? Having to constantly watch what I’m doing?”
“Nicole, shut the fuck up! I’ve been protecting you all these fucking years. Did you forget who I am?!”
Smoke walked closer to her as she backed up. Anger spilling from both of their skins and merging together as one.
“I don’t care who you are! I just wanted you to leave me tf alone. You ain’t shit Elijah and all I wanted was to fucking forget about you!”
Smoke closed and opened his fists. “I ain’t shit, Nicole? Like I haven’t been paying ya fucking bills, sending money for my kid and for you, for the past five fucking years while I was behind bars! Even though you ain’t come see me once!”
Nicole flinched slightly, Elijah had never really yelled at her before. “I don’t care! You weren’t here! You got yourself locked up after I told you to stop and you didn’t listen to me. I don’t care about no fucking money, I would’ve paid that shit myself if it meant that you were around but you weren’t.”
Smokes sighs deeply, eyes burning holes into Nicole as she continued to raise her voice. “You wanted to be ‘that nigga’ so fucking bad and look where it got you. You ain’t shit but a little ass boy.”
“Aight, Nicole. You pushing it now. Relax ya damn mouth when you talking to me.”
She rolled here eyes and kissed her teeth. “I ain’t scared of you, Smoke. Matter fact, I don’t even know why I’m wasting my breath on you. Get out of my house.” She stepped up to him, body heat radiating and warming up the room.
“This my house and I ain’t going nowhere.” Nicole pushed him with both of her hands on his chest. Smoke stumbled back a bit, not expecting her to do that. “Tf, don’t put ya hands on me.”
He grabbed her arms, pinning her to the wall as she squirmed and tried pulling away from him. “I fucking hate you. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man.”
“Oh yeah? Say that shit like you mean it, baby.”
Nicole thrashed her body around, trying to get out of his firm grip. “Let me go, Elijah.”
“Not till you calm tf down.”
Nicole lifted her leg and kicked him in the stomach. Smoke groaned, slightly bending over as his hold on her loosened. She quickly ran away from him and towards her phone but before she could reach it, Smoke grabbed her and slammed her on the bed. It was hard enough to knock the breath out of her but not hard enough to hurt.
“Are you fucking crazy, Nicole?!?!”
“Get off of me! I want nothing to do with ya bitch ass!”
Smoke grabbed her face, leaning down so that they were only a breath away. “Prove it. Look me dead in my fucking eyes right now and tell you don’t want nothing to do with me and I’m gone.”
Nicole’s eyes widen, her mouth opened, daring herself to say it, but no words came out.
“Come on, say it. Say that shit like you mean it and I’ll let you go back to lame ass nigga you claim you want so bad.”
The silence that followed was deafening, Nicole choked, her hesitation speaking volumes to Smoke. The tension in the air hung thick and bold, threatening to suffocate the both of them.
“That’s what I thought.” He leaned down, pressing kisses on her cheek and towards her neck. His hands gripped her arms above her head, the weight of his body pinned her down to where she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Smoke reached her sweet spot, sucking on it lightly, just to tease her.
“W-What are you doing, Elijah?”
“I missed you, mama. I just wanna taste you and you sitting here acting crazy.” His lips reach the opening of her robe, tongue sticking out to lick the bridge between her breast.
Her breathing stuttered, her legs tried to close together but couldn’t, the sad excuse for panties she wore were drenched despite the anger the felt coursing through her bones.
She was weak when it came to Smoke and she knew that, which is why she tried to fight so hard to get him to leave. But she knew better than to assume he would actually go anywhere. Smoke had always made it known that no matter how far, or how long he’s gone, Nicole will forever be his.
Nicole shifted, trying to move out of his hold on her. “Elijah. Let me go.” Her words weren’t firm, not holding any actual meaning behind it.
“You gon try to hit me again if I let you go? Or you gon sit there and let me eat ya pussy?” Smokes eyes met hers, every bone in his body serious.
When he didn’t get a response from her, he slowly let go of her hands and trailed his down her body until they got to the belt of her robe. He untied the weak knot, eyes meeting deep brown skin that glowed from the sunlight peeking through the windows.
Smoke groaned, lips immediately attaching to her stomach, tracing her stretch marks with his tongue until he reached her underwear. “Why you treating me like this, baby? Hm?” He slowly pulled them down, her drenched folds glistening as if they were inviting him in, luring him into a trap he’d already fallen for. “Look at this mess, tryna front like you don’t want me to ruin you again.”
“Elijah…” She squirmed under his stare, her body breaking out in goosebumps as his lip meet her thighs. “Stop. We can’t. I’m with Chris.”
“That nigga don’t know what to do with you. I can tell. It’s all in your face and how stiff your body is.” Smoke nipped at the meat on her body. “It’s okay though, baby. Daddy’s home.”
His lips wrap around her clit, sucking slightly before his tongue explored her pussy that leaked her essence and ached for him. Nicole’s back arched, moans slipping from her lips as her hands grip the bed sheets. “Fuuuuckkk.”
Elijah moaned at her taste, the man had been starving for five years. Five long years away from the one person that he needed the most. Nicole wasn’t just his high school sweetheart, she was his soulmate, and he’ll be damned if ever lets her slip through his fingers.
Nicole’s legs shook, whimpers high and needy as he built her up. “Elijaaahhhh”
He groaned, pushing his index finger into her tight hole as his mouth attached to her clit.
“I’m gonna cum. Pleaseeee.” Elijah kept the same steady and slow pace, wanting to savor the moment. He inserted another finger, eyes snapping to her face to watch the different emotions pass through it.
Her orgasm hit her like it’d been patiently waiting for years. Her juices decorating Elijah’s face as he continued to eat. He didn’t dare move away, didn’t speed up or bother to stop. His mouth stayed attached and Nicole’s eyes crossed from the overstimulation.
The second orgasm was just as intense at the first one. Squirt pouring onto the floor as her body bent and contorted away from him. Elijah pinned her down with his free hand, continuing to move his fingers in and out at the same pace, mouth still glued to her clit.
“I can’t— Elijah, I can’t.” Nicole’s eyes filled with tears and slipped down the sides of her face. She already felt the build up, her stomach tightening for the third time.
Elijah just continued, face stuck in between her legs like he belonged there. Tongue licking her in slow torturous strokes as his fingers followed. He wanted the intensity, craved it. He didn’t care to rush. Didn’t care to make her break so fast, he wanted to take his time.
“Elijah!” Nicole twisted away from him as she came again. Her body trembled as the clear liquid spilled down her ass and onto the bed.
He finally pulled back with a satisfied smile on his face. Her cum was all around his mouth, chin and even mixed into his beard but he didn’t care. Didn’t even bother to wipe it off.
Elijah’s hands rubbed up and down her body, feeling every twitch it produced. “You don’t understand how bad I’ve been craving you, Nicole.” He leans down, head in the crook of her neck as he placed kisses on her damp skin. He trails them up until their lips were only a breath away. “Not a day went by when I ain’t think about you.” Elijah’s eyes never left hers, his voice raw from the confession. “1,825 days of you running through my damn mind with no end in sight”
Nicole’s heart pounded loudly, she bit her lip to keep from crying. To keep from showing him just how much she’d been craving him too. But her body betrayed her, she leaned into him, lips meeting his in a heated kiss. Teeth clashed and tongues danced as her hands fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants. He helped her tug them down, never once breaking the kiss.
Elijah pulled back, eyes admiring her face, before leaning in again. This time the kiss was slow, passionate, full of a love they’d tucked away for the past five years.
Nicole moaned, her hands grabbing his shoulders as if he could ground her, keep her from slipping into a submission she’d fought so hard against. The feel of his thick head rubbing against her slick lips, made her fingernails dig into his skin. Elijah groaned as he sunk in, not having the patience to wait anymore.
“Fuck, Nicole.” His strokes were deep enough to leave her breathless, just quick short gasps coming out of her mouth as she tried to take all of him. He was thick, long and slightly curved at the top. The perfect recipe to have her seeing stars.
“I missed this fucking pussy, baby. F—Fuck, she feels so good.” Elijah moaned, his lips puckering around her nipple as he sped up.
Nicole was nothing but whimpers and whines, her toes curled and her eyes remained in the back of her head as she felt him slide in and out of her pussy, over and over again. “Mmm. Oh my gooooood.”
“Mhmmm, let me hear you.” Elijah let out a sound that echoed throughout the room, it was a mix between a moan and growl. His hands pressed bruises onto her hips while his mouth kissed and bit her breast.
Nicole squealed as her orgasm rushed through her. She was so messy, white cream covering Elijah’s dick with every thrust.
“Gonna nut all in this pussy. You gon give me another kid, mama?” She nodded yes, body still trying to come down from the high. Elijah lightly slapped her face “Nah, I wanna hear it.”
“Y—yes!” Nicole grabbed the sheets, fists tight enough to whiten her knuckles. The pleasure was overwhelming. She felt it spread from her stomach to her fingertips.
Elijah smirked, his strokes slowing down as he grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulder. Nicole cried out at the change in angle, her body attempting to twist away from how deep he was inside of her. “Take this dick, baby.” He leaned down, forehead pressed to hers as he continued slowly thrusting into her already overstimulated pussy.
Her juices soaked the both of them, a true testament to how much she wanted him, how much she needed him.
“You crazy for ever thinking you could leave me.” Elijah placed his hands on both sides of her face, lips slightly brushing hers. They stared into each other’s eyes, pupils dilated from the pure lust coursing through their bodies. “Do you know I’d kill a nigga bout you, Nicole. Huh? Do you fucking know that?”
Nicole whimpered, body trembling like she had a cold. His was still fucking her, slow and steady. “Elijah—” she gasped, the buildup breaking her out in goosebumps.
“I ain’t never letting you go. I don’t care how far you think you running. I’m coming after you. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.” Each word matched with a deep thrust that had Nicole sobbing as she squirted on him again. She clenched down on Elijah, his body shivering as he spilled inside of her.
“Shiiiittt.” His eyes never left hers as his body twitched. Their lips locked in a kiss that they both had yearned for.
Elijah pecked her lips over and over again before tucking his head into her neck. “I love you. I missed you more than you’ll ever know, Nicole. Let me come home…I want to come home.” His voice was deeper than usual and raspy in a way that meant his words were nothing but spilled truths.
The silence that followed was expected, they stayed like that for what seemed like ages, him still buried inside of her. He didn’t pull back, not for a while, not until he heard her cries tickle his ears.
Elijah pulled out slowly, being careful not to hurt her. Nicole’s face was damn near red, tears pouring down her face like a dam had finally broken. “Nicole…”
A sob escaped her lips, raw and unfiltered. She covered her face with her hands and cried as loud as her body allowed her to. Elijah quickly put on his boxers before scooping her up in his arms and sitting on the bed. “Nicole. Talk to me, mama. Please baby.”
“I— I can’t”. She shook in his arms, tears refusing to stop falling despite how badly she wanted them to.
“Please.” He removed her hands from her face, his heart shattering at hurt she looked.
“You left me, Elijah. W—when I needed you the most.”
“I know but I got caught. You know that.”
Nicole rolled her eyes. “I told you. I told you when I got pregnant that I wanted you to stop doing that shit. I didn’t want you selling drugs while I was carrying our baby and you promised me—” another sob rakes through her body. “You promised me you were going to stop and you— you didn’t and look.”
Elijah clenched his jaw, the guilt had been eating him alive since the moment he got sentenced. He’d spent countless sleepless nights replaying the screams from Nicole when the judge announced he was found guilty. Luckily for him, the guy who snitched on him ended up dead or else he was looking at 20 years instead. He also spent a pretty penny on his lawyer. Nothing but the best for him and brother.
Truth be told, if the cards hadn’t been played right, they’d probably spent life in prison.
“I’m sorry, Nicole. I fucked up. I can’t make up for lost time but I’m here now.”
“How am I supposed to believe you, hm? How do you expect me to just get over that shit? It’s been five years, Elijah.”
“You don’t think that fucks me up too? You and baby girl was the only thing I could think of.” He sighed, shaking his head slightly as if the memories were pilling up. “I’ll say I’m sorry however many time you want me to.” Nicole sat on his lap, tears hitting both of their chests. The quietness was consuming, nothing but sniffles and shaky breaths filled the room.
“You ain’t come see me once, Nicole. Not one time. I spent days hoping one day you’d at least call me. Every visitation day, I was praying it was you bringing baby girl to see me. But it was always your mom, my mom, my cousins, anybody but you. Do you know what that shit did to me in there?” Elijah’s voice broke, prompting Nicole to look at him. His eyes had turned into pools, his jaw ticking as if to keep them from falling. “Shit, I couldn’t even be mad at you. You needed me and I couldn’t be there for you. I needed you and expected you to be there for me…”
Nicole continued to quietly sob, his words hitting her harder than she expected. “I couldn’t— I couldn’t see you in there. Not like that. Not… locked up. I just. I couldn’t do it.” Elijah wrapped his arms around her, thumbs rubbing her naked thigh that sat on his lap.
“I know, mama. Trust me, I know.”
They sat there just like that. Both of them crying from a hurt that couldn’t be explained to an outsider.
“I wanted to forget you, Elijah, I did. I wanted to move on with my life. Chris was that. Chris was me moving on, getting my happy ending.”
“I wasn’t letting you leave me, Nicole. That ain’t how our story ends and you know that. I don’t care what I had to do, I was gonna get you back regardless. You hear me? It’s me and you. It’s always been me and you”
Nicole sighed, she looked up at him, eyes glossy and red. Her hand cradled his face, fingers tangling in his beard. “What do you want from me, Eli?”
He looked down at her, face softening like it always did when he saw her. He leaned down and placed a kiss to her forehead. “I just want you to let me come home. I want my family.”
“smoke, please! ‘m sorry.” you whined out as he held the vibrator up to your puffy and overstimulated bundle of nerves. smoke furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side, “who?” he asked, his tone heavy. he immediately upped the setting on the vibrater and pressed it more into your clit. “i meant daddy. i’m sorry, please ‘s too much!” elijah ignored your cries and began to palm your tits. you knew smoke wasn’t going to fold anytime soon, especially since you deliberately went against him when he told you not to go anywhere.
you were so incredibly embarrassed when he walked into the function, and snatched you up infront of everyone. on the car ride home, he didn’t speak not one word to you, the car was filled with uncomfortable silence the whole time. it wasn’t until you two got home that he finally uttered a few quiet words. “go sit on the chair, and wait for me.”
just by those words, you knew exactly what he was going to do to you. and in that moment, you panicked. you hoped he would just fucked you until you cried. and here you were forty minutes later, tied up to the chair and being forced to cum over and over again. “you crying now? you wasn’t crying when you went behind my back and went somewhere i told your hardheaded ass not to go.” you whine at his words. “daddy please, i’m sorry! ‘s too much. can’t take anymore.”
smoke huffed before pinching your nipple hard, resulting in you letting out a wince. “you’ll take as much as i want to give you. y’got that?” you whimpered and nodded. “good girl,” a pool of heat began to form into your stomach at his words. and your pussy began to clench around nothing but air. you were on the brink of your millionth peak. “i-i need to cum!” you exclaimed, your words almost inaudible. “cum f’me.” his command was exactly what you needed to push yourself to the edge. your juices began gushing out of you and making a pool on the floor. your hips bucked as much as they could given the restraints you had on you.
smoke took the vibrator away from your clit and turned it off. just as you let out a sigh of relief, thinking you were done smoke undoes his pants and pulls his dick out of his boxers and positions himself in between you. he lightly tilts you back in the chair, enough to where he could reach your essence but not though to where the chair would fall back. he then began teasing your hole with his member, pushing it in lightly, and taking it out. after a few seconds of teasing he pushed his length all the way into your gummy essence.
your walls immediately clenched around him with resulted into a groan coming from him; and a whimper coming from you. after a while of letting you adjust to the size of him, he began to brutally thrusting himself int you. and angling himself deeper into you so his mushroom tip could reach your g-spot. and once he found it your eyes slightly widened and moans and incoherent babbles began to flow out of your mouth. “feel good hm, mama?” you lightly nodded at smoke’s question. although you were overstimulated you couldn’t deny how good smoke’s dick felt.
you began to sloppily buck your hips into his in an attempt to meet his thrusts. after a while of him hitting your g-spot your walls began to clench around him, as you were coming up on another orgasm. smoke groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. a few seconds later your juices gushed out of your pussy and soaked smoke’s member. your orgasm triggered his and smoke thrusted two more times before stilling inside of your and planting his cum deep inside of your womb. making your stomach flutter.
he looked down at where you two were intertwined then slowly took his dick out, before looking up at you. he immediately untied you, and carried you into the bathroom. “‘s too much,” you said lightly. “i know, papa’s got you. shh.” he spoke as he sat you on the toilet before preparing a bath for the both of you.
i was gonna continue writing the aftercare but! i got tired of writing at the end so.. no fluff for you guys! but !reader got fucked up. i was gonna write the whole scene of him coming and getting her but i felt like the first drabble was pretty short so i wanted to keep this one short. i almost didn’t even add them doing any penetration but i decided to be nice <3.
credits to @pimpcessing for the use of dadbf!smoke.
Being Smoke’s sugar baby doesn't feel like a hustle, it feels like breathing easy for the first time in your life.
Smoke ain’t the type to brag on what he does. He doesn’t move out loud, doesn’t make big scenes about “taking care of his girl.” He just handles it. Quiet. Precise. Like clockwork. You don’t even notice half the things he fixes until you stop one day and realizedamn, I don’t worry about nothing any more.
Your phone bill? Paid automatically. Your fridge? Stocked with exactly what you like, the brand of snacks you mentioned one time, the wine you said you liked after a long day. Your hair stylist? Already got the deposit sitting in her account, courtesy of Smoke. The only thing you gotta do is show up pretty.
And the money it ain’t small. Smoke doesn’t slide you a couple twenties for gas. He moves in stacks. Thick envelopes left on the nightstand, rubber bands holding ‘em tight. Cash folded into your jacket pocket when you’re not looking, so you find it later when you’re out and need it. He’ll drop a designer bag on the couch like it’s nothing, the kind you’d never buy for yourself, and shrug when you ask why. “Felt like you should have it.” That’s Smoke.
But more than money, he gives you peace. That heavy kind of protection money can’t buy. You walk in a room with him and nobody even thinks about stepping wrong. They see who you with and suddenly the world treats you differently like you’re untouchable, like you float above the petty problems everybody else got. Even when Smoke’s not in the room, his name is. Folks keep their mouths shut and their eyes down when it comes to you.
At home, though, it’s different. Smoke drops the armor for you. He’s not a man of a million words, but his actions are loud. You’ll be curled up on the couch and he’ll pull you into his lap, one hand on your thigh, the other scrolling through his phone while he handles business. He doesn’t need to say “you’re mine.” The weight of his hand says it for him.
He notices everything, too. The way you twist your ankle in those heels? Don’t even try to hide it. A week later there’s a new pair of sneakers at your door, limited release, your size. You say you’re tired from work, and suddenly he’s telling you to quit. “I got you,” he’ll mutter, like it’s not even up for debate.
Being Smoke’s sugar baby means you never feel neglected. He’s quiet, but his attention is constant. A quick text in the middle of the day: You good? A call when you’re out late: Where you at? Not controlling, just making sure his girl’s straight. It’s care, disguised in that rough voice and blunt way of speaking.
But don’t play yourself thinking his softness means he’s soft. Smoke can check you in an instant. All it takes is one look, that sharp cut of his eyes, and you remember who you’re dealing with. He lets you pout, lets you be bratty sometimes he even smirks at it but step too far out of line and he’ll shut it down quick. That balance spoiled rotten but kept in check makes the whole thing addictive.
Life with Smoke means waking up knowing you don’t have to fight for survival anymore. You don’t have to chase, don’t have to beg, don’t have to scrape together coins. You just get to live dressed nice, smelling sweet, nails fresh, bills paid, head clear.
All because Smoke decided you were his.
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞
Being Stack’s sugar baby is… loud.
He’s not the type to quietly slide you money like Smoke. Nah, Stack gon’ make a whole production out of it. He’ll shove a roll of hundreds in your hand like, “Count it out loud so I know you ain’t tryna short me.” He’ll clown you for taking too long, then laugh when you side-eye him. He likes seeing you flustered. That’s his version of spoiling keeping you laughing, annoyed, and dripping in cash at the same time.
Stack’s sugar baby don’t get treated small. He puts you front and center, shows you off. If you’re with him, everybody gon’ know who you belong to. He’ll throw his arm around your shoulder, big grin on his face, telling folks, “Yup, she mine. Don’t look too hard unless you want problems.” He’s playful with it, but the threat underneath? Real. Ain’t nobody dumb enough to test him.
He buys wild gifts just to see your reaction. He’ll bring you three pairs of the same sneakers in different colors and laugh when you ask why. “Cause you indecisive, baby. Now you ain’t gotta think.” Or he’ll drop a shopping bag in your lap, wait for you to open it, and then talk over your excitement like, “Don’t start cryin’ now. I don’t do tears, just run me a lil’ kiss or somethin’.”
He’s goofy, but he watches you sharp. You try to act slick, he’s on it. He’ll let you think you’re getting away with something just to call you out later, smirking, “You really thought I ain’t see that? Cute.” That playful edge flips dangerous quick. He can go from joking to dead serious in a blink, voice dropping, smile gone, reminding you why nobody plays with Stack Moore.
But when he spoils you, he makes it fun. He’ll drag you through a mall, carrying all the bags, cracking jokes about how expensive your taste is. “You lucky you fine, girl. Got me out here lookin’ like a damn bellhop.” Then he’ll wink and throw another card swipe just because he can.
Being his sugar baby means you don’t just get taken care of you get entertained. Every day is wild with him. One minute he’s teasing you, the next he’s pressing cash into your hand, the next he’s telling somebody off for looking at you too long. Stack keeps life loud, messy, sweet, and secure.
And the protection? Same as Smoke, but his way. He’s not quiet about it. If somebody even breathes wrong near you, he’s calling them out, laughing in their face while making it real clear they just risked their life. That goofy, playful energy don’t soften how dangerous he is it makes it scarier, because you never know how quick he’ll switch.
With Stack, being his sugar baby means being spoiled rotten, but never bored. He keeps you laughing, keeps you guessing, and keeps you covered in every way.
Summary: Modern AU — Smoke has been cold and tense for the last two days, leaving Kimora hurt and restless. When he comes home late from work one night and spots her alone in the hot tub, he joins her and genuinely apologizes.
Pairing: Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black Fem OC
Warnings: 18+, smutty smut, explicit language, use of the n-word, soft!smoke, semi-public sex, makeup sex, daddy!kink, unprotected sex, creampie.
Word count: 3.2k (sorry, got carried away again lol)
For fanfic contest winner @dashhoney25 🥰🥰🥰
Smoke came home later than usual, shoulders tight, jaw set, carrying the kind of exhaustion he never bothered to complain about. Two days of clipped conversations and cold silence weighed heavy on him. A distance he didn’t intend to create with a woman he didn’t mean to hurt. The house was spotless and too quiet, and the scent of cardboard boxes in the trash told him she hadn’t cooked and had ordered pizza.
He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his bearded face. He knew he fucked up this time. When work got stressful, he would shut down instead and push her away. He promised her he’d work on his communication skills the last time he did this, and he failed miserably.
He took the stairs two at a time, dropping the bouquet of long-stemmed pink and red roses, teddy bear, and small gift bags onto their bed, setting everything up exactly the way he planned. He glanced out the window to the backyard and finally saw her.
Kimora, curled in the steaming hot tub under the patio lights, lavender bikini straps glinting against her soft caramel skin under the glow of the moon. Her back was turned, and a half-empty glass of wine teetered on the edge beside her. He could tell by the tension in her shoulders that she was still upset and hurt.
Smoke let out a long breath and stripped off his work clothes. It didn’t take long for him to slip on swim trunks and head downstairs.
If he was going to fix this, it had to start right there in the water, under the twinkling stars, with the only woman his nervous system relaxed completely for.
“Alright, pretty girl,” he murmured to himself as he slid open the patio door. “Let Daddy make this right.”
The steam curled around Kimora like a curtain when he stepped outside, bare-chested and quiet. She didn’t look up even though she felt him staring a hole through the back of her head. She took a slow sip from her wine glass, eyes fixed on the water like she didn’t feel his presence.
He walked down the steps into the hot tub without saying a word, lowering himself into the far corner. The steaming water lapped over his skin, instantly easing the tightness in his shoulders, the glow from the patio lights catching the ink on his chest.
She finally flicked her eyes toward him, dry and cutting. “Hey.”
He huffed out a breath through his nose, a mix of amusement and regret. “Damn. That all I get?”
“That’s all I’ve gotten from you for two days,” she shot back, swirling her wine.
Smoke rested his arms along the edge of the tub, gaze steady on her. “Come here, sugar.”
“Nah.” She leaned back, chin tilted in defiance. “You can talk from over there.”
He dragged a hand down his face. “Aight. I deserve that.”
She didn’t respond; she just raised a perfectly arched brow.
He inhaled slowly, chest rising under the steam. “A nigga been stressed. Work been kickin’ my ass…and instead of communicating like I promised, I been brushin’ you off.”
She didn’t speak. She didn’t move. She just waited for the rest.
He continued, voice deepening with sincerity. “I shut down. I got cold. I ain’t mean to…but I did, and it hurt you. I know that.”
Her jaw tightened, but the coldness in her eyes eased the tiniest bit. Smoke shifted closer in the water, not touching her yet, but close enough that she could feel his warmth under the surface. “I apologize, pretty girl.” He tipped his head. “For real. That ain’t how I treat the woman I can’t breathe without.”
Her breath hitched, but she held her poker face. “You dismissed me,” she hissed quietly. “Made me feel invisible and then got mad when I stopped trying.”
He closed his eyes for a second because she was right. More often than he liked to admit, she was always right.
“I know, baby.” He acknowledged, his hushed tone heavy with regret. “But you…you the last person I should ever ignore. I love you. There ain’t a damn person or thing I need more than you.”
She swallowed, her throat tightening as hot tears pricked her eyes. He reached forward, gently taking her wine glass from her fingers and setting it on the ledge. Then his hands slid to her waist under the water, holding her in place. She let him, and he exhaled sharply in relief, his forehead dipping to her shoulder.
“Don’t shut me out, baby,” he pleaded against her skin. “A nigga can handle your attitude. I can even take you snapping at me. I can take all of that shit. Just don’t…pull away from me.”
Her voice softened as she accused. “I was just mirroring you.”
“I know,” he relented, lifting his head to look at her. “And we gotta stop doing that. I lead wrong, you follow wrong. That dysfunctional shit is on me.”
His thumbs stroked her waist under the surface in soothing patterns.
“I miss you,” he said.
Three simple words that shouldn’t have affected her as much as they did. She missed him so much, so the sentence landed heavier than expected.
Kimora’s lips parted, her defenses cracking like thin glass. “You’ve been so cold,” she whispered. “So I didn’t know if you even wanted me touching you.”
His eyes darkened with remorse. She had every right to feel that way. Going from having sex sometimes twice a day to absolutely nothing had him spiraling internally on the daily, so he could only imagine how she must’ve felt this past week.
“Pretty girl…if you only knew how bad I wanted that pussy these past two days.”
Her breath stuttered, so he leaned in, nose brushing hers, voice dropping into that gravel-soft tone that always melted her.
“Let me make it right,” he whispered. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
She didn’t answer with words. She moved into his lap. His arms wrapped around her instantly, tightly, like his body had been waiting for hers. Their foreheads pressed together, her hands resting on his muscled shoulders, his thumbs stroking slow circles at the dip of her back.
“There she is…” he murmured against her lips. “My pretty girl.”
Kimora’s breath trembled in relief as he softly kissed her cheek first, then her jaw. Then finally her lips, slow and apologetic.
When he pulled back, his voice was barely a whisper. “You forgive me?”
“That depends…”
“On what?”
“How good you fuck me in this hot tub.”
Smoke’s dick twitched under his trunks, and a soft groan escaped him, not only at her words but also at how warm she felt against him.
“Imma give you every inch,” Smoke grunted before kissing her again, grinding his erection into her, the barrier of the wet fabric barely helping the anticipation.
Kimora whined into the kiss, almost as if Smoke had stolen the breath right out of her lungs, her thoughts hazy with lust. It didn’t take much from her to rile him up. The kiss was steaming and wet; his tongue licked into her mouth as if she might disappear, and his fingers dug into her thighs harder in shameless desperation. He moaned when she sucked on his tongue, returning his desperation as she rocked down onto him.
Smoke's head tilted back, his gaze darting between her lips, neck, and breasts. His soft lips swept against her neck as his facial hair tickled down her throat, and she gasped with pleasure as he worked her skin between his soft full lips, sucking hard as she rocked faster against him. His tongue stroked along the sensitive area by her pulse, and she felt more wetness seep out of her entrance, the jets of water tickling against her spine.
Smoke’s mouth drifted lower, and he undid her bikini top in one smooth motion, tossing it alongside her forgotten wine glass. His warm tongue swiped across Kimora's hardened nipples, nibbling on one of them. Kimora emitted a desperate moan as an instant spike of desire pierced all the way down to her aching pussy.
“Smoke, please.”
His eyes flickered up to her, nipple still between his lips. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me,” Kimora begged; the anticipation was driving her insane. “I miss feelin’ you inside me.”
He released her nipple from his mouth, still cupping the flesh in his hand. With his free hand he pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, gathering some of the slick at her entrance with his middle finger, sliding the digit up her slit and circling her clit.
“Stop teasin’ me, nigga. Don’t make me wait another second.”
“Okay, Ki.” he chuckled softly as he released her breast to reach down and pull his dick out of his trunks. He was hard as a rock, throbbing for her.
He gripped his erection and tapped his swollen tip against her clit and down her slit, coating his dick with her wetness. She leaned forward a little and watched as he finally eased inside, her walls stretching to make room for his girth.
“Pussy almost closed up on a nigga, huh?”
“Keep going.”
"Damn."
"Shit..."
"Mmhmm."
He pushed deeper, muttering to himself about how tight and warm she was and how much he missed being inside her. Her lips parted in a breathy moan, and her hold tightened on his shoulders as he filled her to the brim, all eight and a half inches back where they belonged.
“Oh…fuuuckkk—Smoke.”
“Open up for Daddy,” he hissed as he pulled halfway out and plunged back in, fucking her deep and hard. “Give me that pussy.”
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her moans scratchy, her breasts bouncing and her legs tightening behind him as his hands locked across her lower back, holding her in place.
“Say you forgive Daddy.” He grunted, hips snapping forward with sharp precision, water rippling with each thrust.
“I forgive you, Daddy.” she managed to squeak out in between breathy moans. “But don’t do that shit again, Smoke. Don’t freeze me out.”
“Never again, sugar.” He nodded, thumb brushing her bottom lip like he was making a vow with touch alone. “Daddy promise.”
He captured her lips again, the kiss hungrier and deeper, full of everything they’d been holding back. The water continued to ripple around them, steam rising between their bodies as the apology turned into something sweeter and inevitable.
“You feel so good—so good, Smoke.”
“You feel amazing.”
“Don’t stop.”
“What’s my name?” he asked as he thrust harder, thick tip brushing against her g-spot.
“Smoke—Elijah—Daddy—all of the above!”
“Good. Fuckin’. Girl,” Smoke growled out each word as he smacked the inside of her thigh. “You know who you belong to.”
“I belong to you, Daddy.”
“Mmm, look at that pretty pussy,” he cooed as he watched her wetness coat his length. “Go ahead and cum on this dick. I know you want to. Give me that nut.”
“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” she whined as she held his biceps tighter. His words of praise and the way he stared down into her eyes pushed her over the edge. Kimora released a loud moan, and her eyes fluttered closed in immense pleasure. He fucked her through it, muttering obscene praises as the hot water jetted across her back.
“Goddamn, baby. That pussy gushin’ for Daddy,” he praised, letting out a sharp grunt as she contracted and pulsed around him, creaming down his length.
"Turn around for me, Ki." he instructed as he drew back, stroking his slick dick while his other hand gripped her shoulder and turned her body away from him. She leaned over the edge and rested her forearms on the concrete. His massive hands came down on her ass cheeks, and she yelped in surprise as pleasure rushed through her body. He yanked the string of her bottoms and chucked them aside before realigning his tip with her dripping hole.
Kimora and Smoke moaned in unison when he pushed back inside her, stroking nice and slow until he found the perfect rhythm. Her blissful whimpers, water sloshing and the wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the backyard once again. She took every inch he gave her, arms stretched out in front of her, fingers gripping the edge of the hot tub as she rocked back against him.
“Mmhmm,” he grunted as he lifted one hand to grip her shoulder. “Fuck Daddy back just like that.” His other hand gripped her waist so tight that she knew her hips would be sore in the morning. She missed the marks he left on her. The thought alone made her wetter, so she threw her ass back even harder.
“Imma cum with you this time.” Smoke rasped as he smacked both her ass cheeks with his right hand, “You want this nut?”
“Yesssss! Cum—ohfuckohfuck—nut inside me!”
“You feel so good, Smoke.” she whimpered as he slowed his thrusts, but he still rocked into her sharp and deep, water splashing over onto the concrete. She turned around and peered at him, meeting the needy gaze in his kobicha-colored eyes.
He bit his lip. “I love you, pretty girl.”
“I love you so much, Daddy.”
“Yeah? Prove it then.” he leaned down to peck her lips a few times before turning her face back around and gripping her neck, rutting into her like a crazy man. “Prove it by cumming one last time on Daddy’s dick.”
“Fuuuck,” Kimora cried out, eyes shutting tightly, “I’m about to cum again.”
“Oh shit—me too, baby.” Smoke warned, panting as his pistoning hips lost their rhythm and became more erratic. “Cum with me, Ki.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Come on, pretty girl.”
“Smoke, pleaseeee!”
“Goddamn, you squeezin’ the fuck out of a nigga.”
“Oh my go—“ Kimora cried out as she came again, thighs quivering and knees buckling.
She would’ve sunk under the water if Smoke wasn’t holding her in place. He yanked her back against his soaked chest, and his entire body jolted as he spilled his come inside her, letting out curses in between guttural groans. She whimpered as she felt hot, thick pulses filling her, her grip on the edge easing as her breathing normalized. He trailed sloppy kisses down her back, lapping at the sweat and water droplets before pulling out and turning her to face him, crushing his lips against hers.
Their kiss faded into delicate tiny breaths against each other's lips, her forehead resting on his and his hands still warm on her waist beneath the water. Whatever had been twisting between them for the last few days appeared to be loosened. She exhaled against his mouth, and Smoke smiled boyishly with relief.
“C’mon, pretty girl,” he whispered sweetly, brushing a thumb down her cheek. “Let me take care of you the rest of the night.”
Before she could respond, he slid his arms beneath her thighs and lifted her out of the hot tub like she weighed nothing at all.
She squeaked, arms flying around his neck. “Smoke! I can walk!”
“Mmhmm,” he grunted, pulling her closer. “And I said I got you.”
Her giggle was like music to his ears. He carried her across the patio, through the glass doors, and up the stairs. Drops of water trailed behind them, and her damp curls brushed against his collarbone. Every so often, he would bury his head in the crook of her neck or nuzzle her jaw to reassure her that the storm had passed.
When they reached the bedroom, he nudged the door open with his shoulder, and her breath caught.
A giant bouquet of roses sat on the nightstand, an ash-brown teddy bear sat propped up on the pillows, and a bracelet and a ring glinted on its wrist like they were waiting just for her.
Smoke set her down gently at the edge of the bed. Her eyes widened, lips parting in the softest little gasp. “Smoke…what is all this?”
He shrugged in that quiet, matter-of-fact way he always did when he was being his most sentimental.
“Something small for my girl.” He grinned as he brushed a curl behind her ear. “Figured I owe you more than an apology speech in the hot tub.”
She picked up the teddy bear, hugging it to her chest. “It smells like you,” she whispered, emotional in the way she tried not to show too often.
“That’s the point,” he explained with a grin. “Mini-me. For when I’m stuck at work and you missin’ me.”
She looked at the bracelet next. It was sleek, gold, simple but expensive and matched the ring beside it.
Her breath hitched again. “You got these for me?”
Smoke stepped closer, lifting her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “Pretty girl deserves to match her man,” he said softly. “I wanted you to have something that reminds you I’m here and I need you always, even when I’m too stupid to show it right.”
Her throat tightened, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Smoke…”
He leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry, Kimora,” he exhaled against her mouth. “Won’t ever make you feel alone like that again.”
She rested her forehead on his, a smile that matched her softened heart. “I love you.”
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest like she belonged there. “I love you too, sugar.”
The gifts gleamed underneath the dimmed bedroom lights, and the tub’s leftover steam still on their skin, they settled into the warmth of each other's arms, forgiven and wrapped in the kind of love that sometimes bends but never breaks.
