Kinktober - Episode One
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Welcome to Season one, episode one of my kinktober list. I would love to give you guys a 31 back to back fic series or even just random fics for this season but unfortunately School is whoopin my ass and Im 15 days too late so, here’s to my 10 - 15 episodes (hopefully.) Enjoy
Word count: 3.9k
paring: Elijah "Smoke" Moore x Harmony (OC)
Elijah had always been good at disappearing into the background.
He didn’t speak much, didn’t smile often, and never explained himself when people asked why he’d rather sit in silence than join in. Around the neighborhood, everyone called him Smoke; partly because of the haze that always clung to his name, partly because he was everywhere and nowhere all at once. You’d see him leaning on the corner post, hoodie up, eyes low — and when you blinked, he was gone.
But what no one knew was that Smoke had a favorite view in the whole city.
And her name was Harmony Reyes.
He knew her schedule better than she did.
He knew what time her bus dropped her off from work, what route she took walking home from class, what days she met her two friends — Maya and Charli — at the corner café for study sessions. He knew her favorite snack from the vending machine outside the library, Strawberry pop tart, and the soft hum she made when she was deep in thought.
He’d been watching her for months. Not out of malice, but because something about her made the world stop moving for him.
Harmony was quiet. Not the kind of quiet that begged for attention, but the kind that drew it anyway. She never tried to be noticed, and that’s what made her impossible for Elijah to look away from.
From his spot across the street, he’d watch her window glow at night. Sometimes, she’d be reading, sitting cross-legged on her bed, a blanket around her shoulders, her hair a curtain of boho braids that framed her face in soft waves. Sometimes, she’d be laughing on the phone, her smile too tender for the person on the other end to deserve it.
And when she cried — when he caught that glimpse of her wiping her face, chest heaving, Elijah would feel something dark twist in his chest. It wasn’t pity. It was possession.
Whoever made her cry, he wanted to break their face. Whoever touched her, he wanted to erase them.
He didn’t want to feel like this, but Harmony had crawled under his skin like smoke through cracks and there was no purging her out. He’d tell himself he was just keeping her safe. He’d tell himself he was just looking out for her. But deep down, he knew the truth.
He didn’t watch to protect.
He watched because he couldn’t stop.
One cool morning, Elijah leaned against his usual spot near the school’s parking lot, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes hidden behind dark shades. His brother Stack had gone off somewhere, probably to meet up with some girl which left Elijah free to linger.
That’s when he saw her. Harmony, walking up the sidewalk, her backpack hanging low, a small plastic bowl tucked against her chest. When her eyes lifted and found him, that bright little smile broke across her face and he swore he felt something tighten in his throat.
“Hey, Smoke!” Her voice was always soft but sure. Like she didn’t fear the weight of silence.
He gave her a single nod, lazy and unreadable. “Harmony.”
“You heading to class?” she asked, stopping in front of him. Her sweater sleeves were too long, and she kept tugging them over her hands. He found that adorable.
“Something like that,” he said.
Harmony smiled again, then extended the plastic bowl to him. “I made cookies last night. I figured you and your brother might like some. Chocolate chip. I remembered that’s what you said you liked last time.”
He blinked. She remembered that? “You ain’t have to do all that,” he murmured, his tone flat but the smallest smirk tugged at his mouth. “Appreciate it, though.”
Her cheeks warmed. “You’re welcome. You, um… still coming by the library later? I know Stack’s not much of a reader, but I promised to help you with that essay, remember?”
He tilted his head, studying her.
The way she tucked her braids behind her ear. The way her voice went soft when she said his name. She didn’t even know what she was doing to him.
“I remember,” he said lowly. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good,” she said, stepping back with that shy smile again. “See you after class.”
He watched her walk away; long enough to memorize the rhythm of her steps and the gentle swing of her bag.
When she disappeared into the crowd, Elijah exhaled and whispered under his breath, “You already mine. You just don’t know it yet.”
By the time he arrived, the library was quiet, golden light pouring through tall windows. Harmony sat at a table near the back, head bent over her notebook. Her braids spilled down one side, and he swore every strand that twisted with the curly extension gleamed like a secret.
She looked up when he approached.
“There you are,” she said warmly. “You’re late.”
“Had to take care of something.”
He slid into the chair across from her, keeping his voice even.
Harmony nudged the plate of cookies toward him. Another batch. “I made you more. Figured Stack ate majority of the first one.”
Elijah took one, bit into it, and let out a low hum. “You always make ‘em this good?”
She laughed. “It’s just cookies, Smoke.”
He shook his head, watching her fingers dance over the pages of her notes. “Nah. It’s you. You could make anything taste good.”
Her eyes darted up to his surprised, uncertain before she looked away, flustered. “You’re just saying that.”
“Am I?”
Harmony tried to focus on the book in front of her. “We’re supposed to be studying, remember?”
He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “I’m studying.”
She frowned slightly. “What are you studying?”
His eyes dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. “You.”
Her breath caught just for a second. Then she gave a nervous laugh, like she didn’t quite know what to do with his words. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “But I’m honest.”
She didn’t know what to make of him sometimes. Smoke wasn’t like the other guys in the neighborhood. The loud, charming ones who thought flirting was a sport. He was quieter, heavier somehow. When he looked at her, it felt like he was seeing through her, not just at her.
And yet… she liked him.
He’d helped her once when her bike chain snapped, walked her home when it got dark, and never once made her feel unsafe. Still, something about him was intense. There were moments, quick ones, when his eyes would darken, and she’d swear she felt him thinking things he’d never say aloud.
But she told herself not to overthink it. Smoke was just quiet. That was all.
Harmony always greeted him with a smile.
Not just any smile, either. It was the kind that lingered after she’d already turned away soft, polite, warm. Like she saw something in Smoke that no one else did. Like she didn’t know the weight of the name he carried.
But she did.
And that smile was part of the game.
“Morning, Smoke.”
Her voice floated toward him as she passed, braids swaying against her back, fresh and glistening under the sunlight. She had them styled in a half-up bun today, gold cuffs glinting between the twists. A matching brown and gold tote bag swung from her shoulder. She always looked put together, like she had somewhere to be and someone watching.
And he was always watching.
Elijah nodded once, lazy, unreadable. “You good?”
She grinned. “Better now that you’re not dodging me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Who said I was dodging?”
“I’ve got eyes too, you know.” She smiled again, teasing, then turned to walk backward a few steps. “You coming to the library later? You still owe me that essay rough draft.”
“I’ll be there,” he said.
“Bet.”
She spun around and kept walking. He stayed rooted to the spot, watching the sway of her hips, the stretch of brown skin beneath her cropped hoodie, the way the light hit her just right.
Everything about Harmony was soft. Easy. But that was just the surface. Smoke didn’t trust easy. Easy got you killed.
Still… he couldn’t stay away.
He tried, once.
Then he saw her laugh with some kid from her psych class, and it felt like someone gripped his chest and twisted. He’d never admitted it out loud — wouldn’t dare — but Harmony belonged to him. She just didn’t know it yet.
He saw her again that afternoon.
Only this time, she wasn’t smiling.
He was sitting on a ledge outside the gym, hoodie pulled low, joint unlit between his fingers. Just watching. Passing time. When he caught movement in his periphery, he turned — and there she was.
Running.
Tears spilled from her eyes like something had snapped inside her. Her steps were frantic, arms clutching her own body, breath coming in broken gasps.
She didn’t see him.
But when she bumped into him, she jolted hard and stumbled back, eyes wide.
“Harmony?” His voice was sharper now, alert. “What happened?”
“I—I’m fine.” Her voice cracked as she tried to tug herself free from his light grip.
“You don’t look fine.”
“I said I’m good,” she snapped, shaking her head and pushing past him.
Then she ran.
He stood there for two seconds. That was it.
Then he followed.
Not openly. Not like a normal person would. He moved through alleyways, cut corners, stayed three cars behind. Her house came into view, a small cream two-story tucked behind a high fence and a front yard full of dying sunflowers. She fumbled her key, then disappeared inside, door slamming shut behind her.
Smoke stayed across the street, tucked between two parked cars, just out of view.
He told himself he’d give her twenty minutes. Just to make sure she was alright. Just to know she was safe.
The key slid into the lock like it had done a dozen times before.
He stepped inside quietly. The house was still, lights low, the faint hum of her air purifier buzzing in the hallway. He knew where everything was — the kitchen, the tiny living room, the squeaky board by the stairs. He avoided it like muscle memory. He didn’t even think anymore.
He climbed the steps like a shadow, silent and focused.
Her door was cracked just enough.
She was there.
Curled into her sheets, hoodie still on, one bare leg tangled in the blanket. Her braids were messy now, falling across her face and pillow. She was turned away from the door, breathing heavy and slow, like the storm had passed and sleep had claimed her.
He stepped inside her room.
It smelled like lavender and cocoa butter and the faint sweetness of vanilla lotion. A candle had burned itself out on the windowsill. There were crystals on her dresser, books stacked against a pink lamp, a silk bonnet tossed on her chair. The details felt intimate. Sacred. Like he was stepping into her skin, not only her space.
Smoke walked to her bedside, slow and careful.
He watched her for a long time. Just stood there, eyes flicking over every curve, every breath.
She didn’t stir.
Didn’t move.
And still… he didn’t leave.
He stood by the edge of the bed, watching her back rise and fall. His breathing slowed to match hers. Something in his chest softened, curled in on itself, and he told himself again that this was just to make sure she was okay.
Even though he knew damn well it was a lie.
And it was all okay… until he heard the sound.
Click.
The sound snapped through the room like a gunshot.
Smoke froze.
The bedroom door had shut behind him. Not hard, not loud, but with purpose.
He turned slowly. It was closed. Fully.
His eyes narrowed.
And then… he heard something else.
A giggle.
Not a sleepy one. Not even slightly dazed; no, a delighted one.
That’s when she rolled over.
Eyes wide open and smiling. And this was not a regular smile. Not Harmony’s usual sweet grin or quiet curve of the lips.
This was teeth, all 32 showing into a slow menacing smile.
The smile gave away that her finding him in her room was something she expected… something she planned.
This was… planned.
“I knew it would work,” she whispered.
And then came her laugh, it wasn’t loud but it also wasn’t that low. This was a giddy soft laugh; one that seemed crazy if it were anyone else in the room.
Smoke’s body went rigid. “What the hell you talkin’ about?”
Harmony sat up, stretching lazily. Her braids fell over her shoulder, wild and beautiful. Her eyes glinted behind the sunlight slipping through the blinds.
“I’ve been waiting for you to break in for a while now,” she said, voice light like they were talking about the weather.
Smoke didn’t speak.
Couldn’t.
“I thought maybe the tears would bring you faster. And they did,” she added proudly. “Twenty minutes. I was almost impressed.”
Elijah’s jaw clenched. “You was… fakin’? That whole scene—”
“Was necessary,” she interrupted, sliding off the bed.
She walked toward him slowly, bare feet padding against the carpet.
“You don’t think I noticed you watching me all this time?” she asked, tilting her head. “You think I didn’t see the way you hovered on the corner when I got off work? Or how you always showed up at the library five minutes after I got there, but never from the front door?”
She was close now. Inches away.
“I knew what you were. What you wanted.”
He swallowed hard, voice tight. “Then why ain’t you say somethin’? Why you let me—”
“Because I wanted it,” she whispered, eyes soft and deadly. “I wanted you. I liked knowing you were always there. That I never had to ask you to care, because you already did. I liked the idea of being someone’s obsession.”
Smoke’s breath hitched.
This was not the Harmony he’d studied. Not the girl who blushed when he said something bold. Not the quiet, polite classmate who made cookies and offered library help.
This was someone else.
Someone who had seen him, all of him, and didn’t flinch.
Didn’t run.
No… she embraced it, so much so that she lured him in her room and locked him in.
Harmony reached out and gently brushed a finger across his chest. “I thought you were going to give all your attention to Riley and honestly? I would’ve gutted that bitch if you did.” she admitted. “I almost did.”
His brow tightened. “You saw me with her?”
“Of course,” she said with a small pout. “I see everything when it comes to you.”
He stared at her, hard. “You jealous?”
“I was furious,” she whispered. “But now you’re here. Where you belong.”
Silence stretched between them, thick and electric.
Harmony stepped back finally, curling up at the edge of her bed again. Her body relaxed, but her eyes stayed sharp.
“You can sit, Smoke,” she said sweetly. “You came all this way.”
He didn’t move.
Not yet.
Because everything in him was at war.
He wanted to run. Wanted to ask her what the hell kind of trap this was.
But another part of him, the real part, the dark one, was intrigued.
She knew. And still wanted him.
Maybe even the same way he wanted her.
No… worse.
Because now he realized something dangerous.
She hadn’t just welcomed his obsession. She’d matched it.
“You wanna sit down?” she asked softly, stepping back toward her bed. “Or you wanna keep standing there looking like you just saw a ghost?”
Smoke didn’t answer. His body was hot and tight, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
He wasn’t used to this.
He wasn’t used to being seen.
Especially not like this.
Harmony sat on the edge of the bed, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. The same girl who had always smiled sweetly in the hallway. Who offered cookies and books. Who tucked her braids behind her ear with nervous laughter when he looked at her too long.
Now?
She looked like she wanted to devour him.
“Come here,” she said gently, patting the space beside her.
Smoke didn’t move.
Not because he didn’t want to — but because everything inside him was shifting too fast.
His entire obsession had been built on control. On keeping himself two steps ahead. He watched her, memorized her, predicted her.
But nothing about this moment had been predicted.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered.
A shiver ran through him.
“I know,” he murmured.
Harmony smiled. She realized that it would take a while for Smoke’s brain to catch up with the moment so she stood back up and walked towards him. The smile never leaving her face when she leaned in and then she kissed his jaw.
“I want to play,” she said softly.
Harmony’s hands flattened against his chest, and with one firm push, she guided him back onto the bed. Smoke didn’t resist. Didn’t speak. He just watched her with that same unreadable expression, jaw tight, chest rising and falling like a slow-burning fuse.
She dropped to her knees in front of him.
The shift in height didn’t make her smaller — it made her more powerful. More deliberate. Her fingers hooked the waistband of his sweats, dragging them down slowly, eyes never leaving his.
The air between them pulsed.
Harmony loved that smoke was on the same page as her. “I know” he had said to her claim over him, and still, she wanted to prove to him that she meant it, that she was devoted to him as much as he was to her.
Harmony watched with lustful eyes when his dick fell heavy and to the side. “Look how heavy it is. Just for me.” She whispered.
Their eyes locked for just a second, emotion swimming in their gaze towards each other before her gaze fell back onto his dick, hard and jumping under her stare. Harmony’s hand slowly up his leg like she was following a specific tune before her hand wrapped around him, feeling it throb in her hand before she leaned forward and pressed the kiss at the tip and engulfing him into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the tip before hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head up and down.
Her hand following her mouth, twisting just slightly as she continued to bob her head up.
Smoke hissed, raising his hips and throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck.” he grunts and Harmony’s eyes drifted back to his face, watching in fascination. Elijah Moore, the same man that has people running in the opposite direction out of fear, was falling apart from her hands.
Air hisses through his teeth as she push herself a little farther, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. Smoke’s fingers tangle in her hair as he softly sets a rhythm; hips lifting off the bed for a moment as he picks up his pace. And Harmony let him do whatever he wants, whatever he needs, while watching his every reaction in fascination.
A small moans leaves her mouth as the feeling of him, fucking into her mouth.
"That's it, baby," he breathes. "Open that throat for me. Fuck, you're doing so good."
The knowledge that she the one making Elijah lose control like this makes her pussy throb even more. Elijah giving into her the way he wants her to give into him turned her on more than she would’ve thought.
With each pump of his thick dick in her mouth, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat, caused tears to gather in her eyelids. Eventually she couldn’t fight them any longer, the tears from the pressure fell down her cheeks but Harmony didn’t make any move to stop.
In fact, her hand tightened around him and she tried to suck him just a little harder, matching the pace of his thrusts and the groans that Smoke let out were delicious, Harmony knew for a fact that she could come untouched just from his voice.
And she felt him throb in her hands, he was close, she could taste it but it wasn’t what she had planned. So she pulled herself off him, and stared at him in the face while she whispered seductively, "The only way you gon cum, is in me."
Eyes rolling to the back of her head when she slowly sat herself on him; the stretch feeling so damn good, Harmony almost blurted out her undying love for him. Now wasn’t the time.
“Gon head baby. Ride that shit.” He grunted in her ear in encouragement, sliding his hands against her waist to guide her.
Her head falling into the crook of his neck, moans slipping out of her mouth and melting into his skin, sending chills down his spine.
“Shit…Baby.” She breathed out.
Smoke’s hands moved from her waist to wrap them around her torso in an embrace. “Daddy making you feel good baby?” He asked, keeping his voice low.
Harmony could only moan in response, her arms moving to keep Elijah in her own embrace. She could feel her slick pooling in between their thighs, the slick slapping sounds of her ass bouncing against it ricocheted in the bedroom.
“Just like that daddy.” she whimpered into his ear, and for the first time since she’s locked him in here. Elijah felt that surge of energy to take over.
His feet planted onto the bed as he thrusted up into Harmony’s gummy walls. “Tell me it’s mine.”
“S’yours Elijah. All yours.” Harmony cried out, the moans kept slipping from her mouth cause she couldn’t hold it back. Not the way that dick was hitting her spot.
“Ouu fuck, you gon make me cum.” she cried out, and Smoke only grunts in response.
His pace didn’t change, couldn’t. The way she was squeezing him made him know that she was close, and Elijah wouldn’t miss this for the world.
Elijah had waited nine, maybe ten months for this. His mind was always wondering what she would look like if she fell apart for him and here she was, close to falling apart.
“Gon head baby.. Gimme that shit.”
“Fuck… Elijahhh.” she cried out and her eyes rolled back as she felt herself cum all over him, and the way she screamed his name only triggered his own release.
The two let their body sag, feeling boneless as they panted trying to catch their breath. But Smoke’s grip on Harmony didn’t loosen, if anything he held on tighter.
He leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “You mine now,” he whispered. “And not just ‘cause of what we did.”
Harmony shivered.
“You mine ‘cause your crazy match my crazy. ‘Cause you locked that door like you knew exactly how far I was willing to go for you. And now?”
His mouth brushed her neck.
“I’m gonna show you how far I’ll go to keep you.”
She exhaled shakily, fingers gripping his shoulders tighter.
“I want you obsessed,” he said.
“I am.”
And it was the truth. And the truth swallowed up the silence that was in the room because they both knew that they were obsessed with each other and now none of them are going anywhere.
😭 IDK HOW TO WRITE SHORT ANYMORE OH MY FUCKIN GOSH😭 I’m sorry this is so long. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.
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