“HANGMAN!” chapter two, smoke x oc!
Synopsis: Fresh off a bitter divorce, Smoke Moore—co-owner of a mississippi nightclub—hasn’t touched a woman in almost a year. No dates, no hookups, no feelings. Just whiskey, silence, and memories of a love that soured. But when a night of frustration and loneliness pushes him to dial a number he swore he never would, he finds himself on the line with Hangman—the infamous call girl known for making men forget everything they thought they needed.
THE BASS RATTLED the walls of the club, low and heavy, like a pulse you could feel in your ribs. Smoke sat back in his leather chair in the corner, a half-empty glass of Henny sweating on the table in front of him. The place was full tonight — stacks of bills exchanged, the DJ spinning, women laughing loud enough to cover the hiss of liquor being poured. Stack was somewhere on the other side of the room, jawing with a promoter, but Smoke didn’t move. His eyes stayed dark and detached, tracking the bodies moving under the blue strobe lights.
Women leaned in close tonight, some bold, some subtle. A manicured hand brushed his arm; a woman in a red dress bent low, whispering something about wanting to warm his bed. He gave them the same answer every time: a polite smile, a shake of the head, his baritone dropping quiet but firm — “Not tonight.” They pouted, some lingered, most drifted away to someone easier to catch.
Stack caught his eye once from across the room, lifting his chin like again? Smoke just smirked, the kind of smirk that shut the conversation down. He didn’t explain. Couldn’t. Because the truth was, his head wasn’t in this room. It was already upstairs, somewhere far away, counting down the hours.
The name alone had been enough to claw at his imagination these past few nights, lingering like a hook in his ribs. Every story Stack or someone else had muttered in passing only sharpened it — men losing their heads, women too, calling some hotline to beg for answers.
Smoke didn’t believe in superstition, but he believed in hunger. And he was starving. He downed the last of his drink, the burn curling down his throat. The chair creaked when he stood, broad frame looming, the crowd parting out of habit as he crossed the floor. By the time he stepped into the night air, the city felt louder than the club.
The hotel was twenty minutes away, sleek and tucked downtown, not the kind of place you stumbled into by accident. He’d booked under his brother’s name — not because he was scared of being seen, but because anonymity was part of this deal.
Everything about it was clean, professional, controlled.
He cleaned up before he came: showered hot, lined his beard, picked a dark shirt that clung across his chest. When he checked his reflection in the bathroom mirror before leaving, he hated how nervous he looked. Like he was heading to a first date instead of an appointment. He’d also tidied up the hotel the most he could—of course it was already clean but he was so anxious he didn’t know what else to do.
After about a hour he heard a few knocks on the door, four to be specific. Two came fast, and the last two were dragged out. His eyes lightly widened before he sauntered over to the door, giving himself a little “calming down” before he opened the door.
She stood in the soft glow of the light, her curves accentuated by the way a plush black robe hung loosely from her shoulders, draping like velvet shadows against her rich dark-brown skin. The robe slipped open just enough to hint at the fullness and bareness beneath, teasing rather than concealing. Her almond-shaped, upturned eyes—siren-like and sharp—glimmered behind an ornate masquerade mask, the mystery of her gaze drawing you in deeper. Full lips, lush and inviting, sat perfectly poised, carrying both softness and power.
Her blowout framed her face and shoulders in a halo of volume, the brown highlights catching and reflecting the light like streaks of gold. Scarlet-soled heels lifted her stance, elongating her legs and adding a sharp, commanding edge to her otherwise decadent presence. She looked like desire wrapped in velvet and shadows—untouchable, yet impossible not to reach for.
All Elijah could do was stand there in awe, she was tantalizing. His dark-brown irises scanned her figure— not realizing the woman in front of him was also silently checking him out. That whole encounter last for ‘bout twenty more seconds before she opened her mouth and spoke, “You gone let me in?” her voice dripped in a slow, syrupy Southern drawl, thick with tease. “Or you gone have me standin’ out here all night?”
Smoke’s jaw flexed as he stood there, eyes dragging over every inch of her, slow and heavy. A low grunt rumbled from his chest before he finally stepped aside, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth. “Get in here ‘fore I change my mind,” he muttered, voice deep and gravelly, holding the door open just wide enough for her to slip past, the slight fall of her robe and the click of her heels echoing into the hush of the hotel room.
The door closed heavy behind him, muffling the hotel’s quiet hum. Smoke hadn’t known nervousness in years, but his hands itched like they’d been dipped in static. He wasn’t even sure how he’d wound up here—only that when she walked in, all calm control, he forgot how to breathe.
She walked up to him, her heels kissing the floor as she did so, before you could blink her breasts were pressed against his chest. Their eyes connected, both of them were full of lust. Smoke bit his lip before tilting his head down, opening her robe a bit and flicking her nipple with his tongue, a sound erupted out of her— a pretty airy moan. The sound captivated him— switched something inside him even, he desperately wanted—no needed to hear more of those pretty sounds.
That’s when he put his mouth around it, and sucked. Her body arched into him, and her eyes slightly teared up before moans spilled out of her mouth. Elijah slightly smirked around her nipple—pausing his suckling before continuing. He discretely slipped his calloused hand down her torso and closer to her essence, he lifted his mouth off her sensitive nipple before smirking teasingly. “Can I touch you here?” She immediately nodded her head.
He dragged his fingers down to her essence, gliding his thick fingers in between her folds. Gathering her juices before bringing it up to her bundle of nerves to use as lube to circle it. His thick fingers moved in slow, controlled circles. Speeding up every few seconds.
Beautiful noises flowed out of her mouth, which made Elijah speed his fingers up, he bit his bottom lip as he watched her face contort into various different expressions, her body started to twitch slightly. Indicating that her orgasm was close, that’s when Smoke’s eyes glimmered and his fingers upped their pace,
“You close hm?” His voice deep and husk as he spoke, the woman infront of him moaned at his worked and nodded her head. And in the blink of an eye, Her knees buckled as Smoke’s rough hand worked between her thighs, his thumb circling her clit slow then fast, dragging her higher until she couldn’t hold herself steady.
A choked moan ripped from her throat, her body jerking forward as pleasure snapped through her, thighs trembling, chest heaving while she clutched at his shoulders just to stay upright—coming undone right there on his hand, standing, nowhere to run from the way he made her shake.
It hit her like nothing she’d ever felt before—pure euphoria, a dizzying rush that left her floating as her body clenched around the pleasure Smoke forced out of her. For once, she wasn’t performing, wasn’t faking a moan or bending herself to please someone else; this was real, raw, hers. Her clients never gave her this—they took, and she gave, always putting their release above her own. But with Smoke, her orgasm tore through her so hard her vision blurred, and for the first time she understood what it meant to truly be satisfied.
And in that moment, she knew.. she had to make this experience, the best he’s ever had. Breathless, still trembling from the high, she looked up at him with glassy eyes and a sly curve to her lips. “Follow me,” she murmured, voice low but steady, turning toward the hotel room.
She didn’t wait to see if he’d listen—just let her robe slip off her shoulders as she walked, knowing damn well he’d trail behind. In the bedroom, she stopped at the foot of the bed, pointing with a tilt of her chin. “Sit down,” she told him, her tone more command than request, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at her mouth as she waited for him to obey.
For a man who had ordered whole rooms before with a glance, Smoke should’ve laughed. Should’ve led. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching her move.
She didn’t come to him right away. No—she let him simmer. Unsnapping the strap of her heel slow, tugging them off one by one. He swallowed thick when she slid her robe down, revealing the curves he’d been starving for. He shifted, dick already swelling against his jeans, pulse quick and restless.
“You’ve been waiting a long time,” she murmured, standing over him now. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw. “Let me see what patience looks like on you.”
That snapped something in him—at least for a moment. He grabbed her wrist, yanked her closer, lips crashing into hers. His kiss was rough, desperate, teeth grazing, tongue pushing into her mouth like he’d been locked out too long. His hands cupped her ass, pulled her against the hardness pressing his zipper, grinding up with a growl.
She moaned but didn’t give him the satisfaction of bending. When his tongue tried to dominate, she bit his bottom lip—sharp enough he hissed—and that lit a small fire inside of him, he firmly grabbed the back of her neck and gently tilted her head back while also deepening the kiss.
His will to try and stabilize his dominance was strong, a airy moan slipped from her lips and into his mouth from his gesture—but she didn’t surrender, to make him falter she reached her hand down his torso and glided it over his the middle of his pants, teasing his bulge.
Their mouths broke apart, her lips swollen and damp, his breath ragged as he stared down at her. The air between them was hot, thick with want, her chest rising and falling as though she were still chasing the high he’d just given her. Smoke’s hand lingered heavy on her jaw, his thumb brushing her bottom lip, but she pulled back slow, her gaze steady on his.
That sly smile played on her face again, the kind that promised more, the kind that dared him not to move. Without a word, she slid down from the edge of the bed, her knees kissing the carpet as she settled in front of him. Smoke leaned back slightly, his thighs parting, eyes dark as he watched her sink lower, her hands already tugging at his belt.
She took her time, slow and deliberate, as if unwrapping something she’d been waiting for, fingers brushing against him on purpose, teasing, making his breath hitch before he even felt her mouth. When she freed him, her lashes lifted, meeting his stare one last time before leaning in.
Her lips wrapped around the head first, warm and wet, and the low curse that broke from his chest made her smile around him. She moved steady, sucking, tongue tracing the underside as she eased him deeper, her hands working what her mouth couldn’t. Smoke’s jaw tightened, his hand finding the back of her head like he couldn’t help himself, groaning as her throat opened to take more of him.
Every sound he made only spurred her on, each ragged breath and guttural curse proof of how good she was undoing him. She moaned against him, the vibration sending a shiver through his body, and his hips jerked forward before he caught himself. Kneeling there, lips stretched around his length, she looked up at him through hooded eyes—powerful in the way she had him unraveling, his control slipping the longer she kept him in her mouth.
“Fuck, feels so good—Shit.” He whined as he pushed her head down more, hips bucking up into her mouth as well. The longer she sucked and slurped, the faster he found himself on the brink of climax. And before he knew it he was pushing his hips up, and pushing her head all the way down before pouring thick ropes of semen down her throat.
She pulled him from her mouth just as the last of it hit her tongue, swallowing every drop with a soft, satisfied hum before wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Without hesitation, she climbed into his lap, straddling him with a slow roll of her hips. His dick, still slick and heavy, pressed between her folds, and she guided it with her hand, sliding it back and forth over her clit. She gasped at the friction, teasing herself while torturing him, dragging his length along her wetness again and again, her body shivering as she hovered over him, refusing to give either of them what they wanted just yet.
“Stop with that teasin’ shit.” He spoke in a serious tone , his jaw clenched. He brought his hands down to her hips and stopped her from moving. Her head tilted, and she giggled. She then made a fake pondering look before speaking. “No.” His brows furrowed at her response and a scowl appeared upon his face, but before he could speak, her hips began to move again. Regardless of him trying to stop them.
Plethora of groans and curses spilled from man’s mouth, he unconsciously began moving his own hips with her, which made a gasp and an airy moan fall from her plump parted lips. Their moans harmonized together, creating a melody that filled the room.
After a few more strokes she paused mid-motion, letting her wet folds glide over him one last time before leaning down with a sly smirk. With a sharp push of her hands against his chest, she shoved him back, and his torso hit the bed with a thud, shoulders sinking into the mattress. “The fuck you doin-“ His words were cut off by her hand sliding down between them, wrapping firmly around his dick, slick with her wetness from all the teasing.
Holding his gaze, she angled him against her entrance and pushed down slow, sinking onto him inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her. Smoke’s mouth flew open, a guttural groan dragging from his throat as his hands twitched at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her and take over. Instead, he let her move how she wanted, his jaw tight, his breath rough, every sound he made giving away just how undone she had him.
She set the pace slow at first, rolling her hips in steady circles as she ground down on him, the stretch making her shiver every time she sank to the base. Her nails pressed into his chest for balance, her breasts brushing against him when she would lean forward, sighs and soft moans spilling from her lips. Smoke’s eyes followed every movement, his jaw clenched tight as he groaned low, the sound rough and deep in his throat. His hands hovered at her thighs, flexing, like he was holding himself back, letting her take her pleasure at her own pace.
The slow rhythm built heat between them, every drag of his dick through her walls pulling another gasp from her. She bounced a little harder, her thighs tightening as the need for more overtook her teasing, and the smack of skin against skin filled the room. Her head tilted back, lips parted as she rode him faster, her wetness coating him, making every movement slick and loud. Smoke cursed beneath his breath, his hips starting to lift off the bed, rutting up into her like his body couldn’t stay still any longer.
When he began to thrust back, the force of his hips meeting hers sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her moans turning higher, louder. She clutched at his shoulders, bouncing harder now, their rhythm finding each other in a rough, greedy sync. Every time she came down, he drove up, the thick weight of him hitting deeper, making her gasp sharp and cling to him tighter. His groans turned guttural, the sound of a man undone, every thrust betraying just how badly he needed her.
Her pace grew messy, bouncing hard on his dick as his thrusts met hers, the sound of their bodies smacking together filling the room. “Fuck,” she gasped, nails dragging down his chest as her eyes fluttered shut. Smoke’s jaw was tight, groaning through clenched teeth as he slammed up into her. “Shit… you feel too damn good,” he growled, his voice breaking when she rolled her hips just right. The words only pushed her to move faster, chasing the high building between them.
Her thighs burned, trembling with the effort, but the pleasure was overwhelming, hot and sharp each time she came down on him. “Oh my god—Smoke,” she cried, her head tilting back, sweat sliding down her skin. He gripped her waist hard, rutting up into her, the bed rattling under their bodies. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” he choked out, hips stuttering, his chest rising and falling rough with each breath.
He groaned loud, the sound guttural as his dick pulsed inside her, heat spilling deep as she moaned through her own trembling orgasm. Her walls clenched around him, milking him for every drop, her body shaking against his as her cries filled the room. “Shit—shit,” Smoke cursed again, holding her tight as his hips jerked beneath her, giving her every last bit. Their chests pressed together, both of them panting, caught in the haze of release as the room spun around them.
But the high wasn’t enough—not for her. Pulling off him slow, his release dripping between her thighs, she crawled up his body with a sly smirk. “Don’t think we’re done,” she teased breathlessly, straddling his face before he could answer. Smoke groaned, his hands gripping her thighs tight, pulling her down against his mouth like he’d been starving. She gasped out loud, a shuddering “Oh, fuck,” tumbling from her lips as his tongue dragged through her folds, messy and hungry.
He ate her like he owned her, lips sucking around her clit, tongue lapping deep while his fingers dug bruises into her thighs to keep her steady. She rocked against his mouth, moaning his name, hips rolling out of her control. “Shit—right there, don’t stop,” she gasped, gripping the headboard, her body trembling. Smoke groaned against her pussy, the vibration shooting through her, his eyes dark with need as he devoured every sound she made.
Her orgasm hit hard, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her thighs squeezed around his head. “Ohhh my god,” she moaned, body spasming as her release poured over his tongue. He didn’t stop, licking her through it, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of her until she was collapsing forward, her whole body shaking. She finally pulled herself off his face, panting, collapsing beside him on the bed, both of them drenched in sweat and gasping for air.
For a while, they just lay there, bodies tangled together in silence, her cheek resting against his chest. His arm wrapped around her back, rough hand rubbing lazy circles against her skin. Their breaths evened out, exhaustion overtaking the both of them as the room grew quiet again. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before long, they both slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep, their bodies still warm from the wreckage of what they’d done.
When Smoke stirred hours later, the sunlight creeping through the curtains, he reached out for her—but the space beside him was empty. His brows furrowed as he sat up, the sheets cool where her body should’ve been. Her robe was gone, her scent still clinging faintly to the air, but she had vanished without a word. He sat there in the stillness, chest tight, jaw set, staring at the empty side of the bed as it sank in that she had slipped away.
But when his gaze drifted to the nightstand, something caught his eye—an envelope, folded neatly, sitting like it had been placed with care. Smoke leaned over, stretching his arms before picking it up, fingers brushing the smooth paper as he unfolded it. The note inside was short, deliberate:
“You’ve already paid for the night you booked me. It was… unforgettable. You know where to find me.”
His eyes lingered on the words, a slow, crooked smirk tugging at his lips as a low chuckle escaped him. Every syllable carried her boldness, her control, and even in her absence, she had left her mark on him—leaving him wanting more.
how i felt writing this goddamn chapter . y’all this shit really like messed my ass up and idk why, i legit think it was the sex scene which is so weird!! sex scenes are not my strong suit which is weird since i right them the most.. i genuinely had like a million different versions of this chapter that i kept scrapping, until i finally agreed upon this!
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oh! and the face claim for hangman is tems!!!
