Mind Your Manners (Smoke Moore x Annie/Reader)
First line was was actually inspired by a line in this fic by @szatears, please check it out :)
Preview: “I done told you to watch that mouth ain’t I?” He snapped before undoing his belt and stalking towards you."
Warning ⚠️: Strong Sexual Themes + Smut (18+ Material)
A/N I watched Sinners yesterday and pumped this fic out today. I'm back in my writing era 🤠💁🏾♀️
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If there was one thing Smoke didn’t like, it was an attitude. Whether he deserved it or not.
So when the man who had skipped town 4 years ago appeared on your door step you knew he’d have something to say about you kissing your teeth, huffing and rolling your eyes.
“What are you doing here Smoke?"
He took a drag out of his cigarette.
“Now that ain’t no way to greet a man Annie.”
Your eyes slid over him. He was covered in a tailored tweed 5 piece suit and his bulk couldn’t be hidden. Thick arms, a broad chest and a wicked smile with golds peaking out.
Smoke Moore. Nothing better.
“Ain’t you gonna let me in?” He grinned and leaned on your door frame.
You squinted your eyes at him. Thoughts of that night at the Juke years ago surfaced. Your breath caught in your throat.
“You ain’t never needed me to do that before.”
He sucked another mouthful of smoke from his cigarette. And blew it towards you. Your eyes watered a bit and you glared, gripping the doorframe tighter.
“Maybe I need you to now.” There was a beat.
“You don’t need an invitation. You just come and go as you please. I’ve given up on trying to keep you away. It’s a waste of time.”
He smirked something fierce.
“Yeah you right. I was just fucking with ya.”
He flicked the cigarette into the grass and pushed past Annie, not without placing his paws on her body to maneuver her out of the way.
One hand grabbed her waist, the other palmed her heavy breast before squeezing past her and into her quaint home.
Smoke had it made for her. For them.
One of the last things he did for her before he skipped town.
He’d picked her up from her rotten daddies house and told her to pack a bag. He strapped her into that car and drove them over to the tiny plot of land he’d procured. And there it sat, a little home. 2 bedrooms and a “kitchen meant for cooking” as he called it.
He held her as her eyes watered and whispered.
“You like it baby girl? It’s yours. You ain’t never gotta worry bout a place to lay your head again.”
And there they spent the next 2 days holed up and christening the house. Even the kitchen meant for cooking.
Smokes eyes took the place in. The small house he’d bought, you’d made it into a home. You brought in an ice chest and had decorated it, your personality showed in every corner.
He smelled bacon on the stove and the nostalgia hit him like a brick.
“What’s it to you?” You replied with your back turned towards him.
You didn’t know what to do with him back in your space. You felt activated. Didn't know whether to run to him or away from him.
You took a deep breath and composed yourself. And turned around only to see him fishing for a cigarette.
“Don’t you smoke that shit in here.” You snapped.
He looked at you and paused before nodding and sliding the pack back into his jacket pocket.
“You’re right sweet girl. My bad. I know you don’t like that in the house.”
“Thank you.” You whispered to yourself. Feeling relief at the inch of control you had gained back.
He knew you thought it was a nasty habit and if he wanted to smoke, he’d have to do it outside your home.
Say what you wanted to say about Smoke, he knew how important this space — your home — was to you. And you didn’t want anyone to ruin it. Even the man who built it for you.
“Why are you here?” You asked.
“We’re back now. I’m back now. For good.”
“What you had all your fun? Running around Chicago with your brother? Fucking all them northern whores?” You sneered.
His eyes watched you. You hated how they could see right through you. You weren’t jealous. You were hurt.
His eyes glowered. “Watch your mouth.”
How could he just give you the best few days of your life and just leave without a trace? Leaving you to hear news about him and his brother through the grape vine.
How dare he tell you what to do?
“Or what?” You snapped back. This was 4 years of pain. Of hurt. Of anger.
“What, you tired of them? Wanted to swing back on down and fuck your southern whore too? Taste the mother fucking rainbow?”
“You not no whore Annie.” He warned again.
Your eyes shimmered with angry tears.
“How you know I wasn't up and down these streets? You not the only one who likes to fuck.” You snapped back.
He smirked a knowing smile on his lips.
“You wasn’t fucking these niggas. You forget that I know you. You wouldn’t let em get a chance.”
And you hated him because it was true.
“Fuck you Smoke.” You spat. You could almost see the vein pop from his temple.
Smoke didn’t like an attitude. Whether he deserved it or not.
“I done told you to watch that mouth ain’t I?” He snapped before undoing his belt and stalking towards you.
You backed up against the wall. Fiery defiant eyes staring back at him.
He bullied his way into the space between your plush thighs. Sticking his face into your neck and breathing deeply. He kissed you. Once. Twice.
“Why are you back?” You whispered brokenly.
He ignored your question and worked quickly to push your dress over your thick hips.
“You weren’t ever this rude before Annie.” He mused while manipulating your body to be exactly where he wanted it to be. He knew your body like the back of his hand. You was his and nobody else’s.
His fingers found your sex and you couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips.
Smokes fingers stroked between your folds before sliding into her. The wetness soaked his fingers immediately.
He kept his eyes on your face. He loved the faces you made. And right now your head was thrown back and your plump lips parted slightly.
Quickly the sound of the small home was filling with deep breathing and whimpers.
“Why? Are you back?” You managed to breathe out between moans.
Was he here for good or was he just passing by?
“I must not be doing a good job if you still asking me all these questions…” he mused. He added another finger for good measure.
Unfortunately, that did shut you up.
He took the other hand and palmed at your breast and tweaked a nipple and you groaned deeply.
He smiled, nothing but pure joy on his face.
“You ain’t have nobody here to tell you… to teach you your manners. That's why I came back.” He stated.
He bent his fingers within you once before sliding out and replacing them with his tongue.
He expertly licked into you. Letting your essence coat his lips.
Smoke loved him some you. When he had his fill he stood up and captured your lips in his.
You tasted yourself on him.
He looked down at you. You were thoroughly debauched. “You ready for me?”
You nodded lazily, you could barely think straight. Smoke liked you this way sometimes. Pliant and easy. He could move you any which way he wanted.
He graciously turned you around and pressed you into the wall.
“I’m gonna fuck you now princess. And you gon’ like it.”
“Yes daddy.” You whispered and that’s what drove Smoke to press himself right into you, and he felt you stretching to accommodate him.
Now it was his time to groan.
You giggled. That didn’t last long as he pulled out slowly and thrust back in with intention.
That giggle turn into a graphic sound he would file away for later. You were so responsive for him.
There you began your dance. Smoke began a slow and intentional rhythm. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear the entire time.
Still your question persisted despite the pleasure filled fog which filled your head.
“Why you back Smoke?” You managed to whisper.
He grunted. You wasn’t letting this go. Could he blame you?
He changed his pace, to something more punishing. Something that would make you forget you were angry with him at all.
“Why? I needed to set you straight. That’s why. Remind you of how to act right.” He thrusted after each sentence.
Your moans got louder with every thrust. But he kept his pace.
“You got this attitude because I ain’t been here to fuck it outta you. And for that baby I was wrong.” He crooned into your ear.
“It’s my fault.” He stated.
He pumped into you relentlessly. And you took every thrust like a champ.
“Blame me mama.” He whispered. It almost got quiet in the room.
The unspoken "not yourself" conveniently omitted from the end of his sentence. Just two bodies doing a dance as old as time.
He reached over to grip your breasts again and pluck at your nipples.
Your broken moans filled the space. He knew your body like no other. You were made for him.
“That’s right.” He encouraged, he loved to hear you.
“I’m back now baby. Daddy’s here and he’s gonna take such good care of you.” He breathed heavily into your ear.
You were overcome with emotion. Your eyes watered. Was that a promise? You couldn’t do another broken promise.
“Don’t you say that Elijah. Don't you dare lie to me. I can’t take it anymore.” You panted out.
“You’ll take what I give you.” He snapped.
Why was he like this? Why did you love this?
Your head dropped low. Because he was right. You would take what he gave you. Even if it was lies or castles built up in the sky.
You were a fool. And you loved him.
He slid his hand into your hair, grasping your curls.
You were Smoke’s to play with. To have, hold, fuck and scold. You didn’t pretend you didn’t know it.
“Chin up.” You tilted your chin up and his grip on your curls tightened.
He kissed your ear before speaking.
“This time I ain’t lyin’.” He kissed your cheek.
This was feeling good. You were barley listening. He could tell you he could sprout wings and fly right now and you’d believe him as long as he didn’t stop.
“I’m back for good. I did what I needed to do out in Chicago. For you. For us. We don’t never gotta worry about money ever again.”
“It was never about the money.” You managed to gasp out.
That was another thing that came up in the past. Smoke was money motivated. He didn’t understand that you just wanted him. Nothing else.
He never wanted to be under the control of another man because of some money. So he went and got him some.
“I think…" He pondered for a bit before continuing.
"I think I’m gonna fuck a few babies into you tonight Annie. Your body was made for it. For me.”
Your walls immediately clenched onto him.
“Gonna have a bunch of em fat and happy running all around this place.”
Tears dripped from your eyes. The pleasure, the visuals, the stimulation. It was all too much.
“You want that baby girl? Want daddy to put a couple babies in you?”
You wailed. Short circuited even.
Because Smoke knew. He knew that’s all you ever wanted. Him. And a family. And he wouldn’t tease you about that.
“Yeah? You gonna have to say please mama. You how I feel about them manners.” He grinned wickedly.
How he managed to stay aware enough to play you like this was beyond your comprehension.
“Please!” You wailed out.
His finger slipped to your clit quickly and he watched your face in wonder as your orgasm washed over you.
You clutched onto him desperately to prevent yourself from falling.
“That’s my girl.” he hissed. Before thrusting and unloading his seed right into you.
It’s been a few hours and you and Smoke were laid out in a blanket on a cot on the floor.
He had fed you peaches from the jar right from his hands and had quelled any fears you’d had about him leaving you again, from in between your legs.
“If it’s a girl we gon' name her Amiyah. After my mama.” You whispered into his chest.
He kissed your head. “Whatever you want.”
“And if it’s a boy I wanna name him Erik Stevens.”
“Erik Stevens? Where you get that name from?”
“I don’t know I just like it. You don’t like it?” You asked, looked up at him.
He scoffed. “That sounds like the name of a bandit.”
You pinched his skin between your fingers. “Hey.” You frowned.
He looked down at your big brown eyes and melted.
“You really like that name?”
“Aight, I can be convinced.” He brought you closer to him and you both just sat in silence basking in your love.
He scoffed again. “Erik Stevens…”
“What is your problem?” You asked perplexed. Fingers stroking his chest.
“I don’t like it. He sound like a boy who ain’t go no manners.”
I so enjoyed writing this. I hope yall enjoy!!
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