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‎⁺₊ ໑ 🎧: 20year old male, fanfic writer🐾🪞🎞️🩰

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‎ུ۪۪♡I love to vlog on and have a youtube i'm starting @/luver-talis ུ۪۪🩷

‎💿୧ ‧₊˚very feminine in the way I act and look<3 ‧₊˚

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‎ུ۪۪♡Nicknames- Mocha, Tae, or Bunny ུ۪۪🩷

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Mad! Smoke makes my head go brrrr!

Strict Stack coming soon…

BEST READ IN DARK MODE!!

Today you were really pushing it, from you kissing your teeth at him to you ‘accidentally’ knocking his hat of his head in public. The car ride home was sickeningly quiet, you could hear the tires crunching against the sandy dirt and the cicadas screeching in mockery against you, almost like they were laughing at your current situation. You just knew your ass was grass when you got back home , but a sick and twisted part of you wanted him to get reckless…to finally lose that tough facade that he always up; your actually surprised he didn’t turn you every which way but loose infront of everyone, and actually wreck your mind and body how you wanted him too.

That’s exactly why you decided to push his buttons today, he’s been so caught up in running around town with his crazy ass twin these past few days that it’s like he forgot has a whole woman he needed to tend to as well, so when he proposed the idea of taking you out shopping to make up for his loss, you couldn’t help but cackle and make up a plan to make him pay.

INSIDE THE HOUSE…

Before you could spit another angry comment back at him, his big hand shot out, grabbin' your wrist and yanked you down onto the king sized bed. You hit the mattress with a gasp, but he was on you in a flash, his dead weight pinnin' you flat. “Look at you, all mouthy and full of fire,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear, his voice already hoarse from all that shouting’ he was doing with stack. “You’ve been getting on my last nerves since we’ve stepped out this fuckin house darlin. I already told you i’m sorry, what more do you want, hmmm?…”

He went quiet for a second, almost to see if you would dare even open your mouth to justify your nasty behaviour. Humming in satisfaction he ghosted his lips down your neck. “ mhmm.. just like i thought, soon as a nigga pin you down, you get to going all quiet and shi’… is’ aight though, jus means by the end of it you’ll be so fucked out, i won’t have to deal with yo bratty ass whining in my ear no mo”

Roughly turning you over he hiked up your dress and groaned as he saw your panties were already damp in the middle “ Look at ya’…panties already drippin and I ain’t een touch that pretty pussy yet” you let out a whine in frustration, it was not supposed to turn out like this; He was the one who was supposed to beg, not YOU!. He got his finger and run it down the centre of your clothed pussy, you tried to close your legs but that was quickly corrected with a harsh slap on your thigh “ Keep them legs open pretty girl, i ain’t gon tell yer’ ass again”

“You been beggin' for this, haven't ya? Dreamin' 'bout me foldin' you up like a goddamn pretzel and fuckin' the sass right outta ya.”

He didn't wait for your answer—didn't care. His rough hands gripped your thighs, haulin' 'em up high, pressin' your knees back toward your chest until your body folded beneath him. The mating press locked you in place, your pussy exposed and vulnerable, thighs tremblin' against your own shoulders. Smoke loomed over you, his belt clinkin' as he shoved his jeans down just enough to free his thick cock, already hard and throbbin', veins bulgin' like twisted roots. “See this?” he snarled, slappin' the heavy length against your slick folds. “This here's gonna teach you respect, girl. You gonna take every inch, and you're gonna thank me for it.”

You whimpered, but he just laughed, a mean, guttural sound that rumbled from his chest. “Whinin' already? Pathetic. Thought you were tough, talkin' all that shit earlier. Now look at ya—legs spread wide, pussy drippin' like a faucet just waitin' for my dick.” He teased the fat head along your entrance, rubbin' it through your wetness, but not pushin' in yet. “Say it. Tell me you're sorry for bein' a mouthy little bitch.” His eyes bored into yours, dark and unyieldin', that drawl sharp as a switchblade. “Or I'll make you beg louder.”

The pressure built as he finally thrust forward, buryin' half his cock in one brutal shove. You cried out, the stretch burnin' sweet and deep, your walls clenchin' around him. “That's it,” he grunted, foldin' you tighter, his hips slammin' down to drive the rest home. “Feel that? My cock splittin' you open, fillin' up that greedy cunt. You ain't nothin' but a hole for me to use now, darlin'. No more backtalk—just moans and my name.” He started poundin' into you, each thrust pinnin' you deeper into the mattress, his balls slappin' against your ass with wet, obscene smacks.

Sweat beaded on his brow, tricklin' down his stubbled jaw as he rutted like an animal, mean and relentless. “Look at your face,” he taunted, voice husky with that slow southern roll. “All twisted up, eyes waterin' 'cause you can't handle how deep I'm goin'. This is what you get for thinkin' you could mouth off to me. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't even remember your own damn name.” His hands dug into your thighs, bruisin' the flesh, holdin' you locked in that crushin' position while he hammered away, cock dragin' against every sensitive spot inside you.

You tried to squirm, but he pinned you harder, his body a cage of muscle and heat. “Nuh-uh, stay put,” he snapped, teeth flashin' in a wicked grin. “You take it like a good girl, or I'll flip you over and spank that ass raw first. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't ya? Dirty little slut, creamin' all over my dick while I correct your ways.” The dirty words poured from him, each one punctuated by a savage thrust, his accent thickenin' with lust. “Fuck, you're tight—squeezin' me like you never want me to pull out. That's right, milk my cock. Show me how sorry you are.”

The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, your gasps mixin' with his grunts, the bed groanin' under the force. He leaned down closer, his mouth crashin' against yours in a rough kiss, tongue invadin' like he owned you. “Taste that?” he murmured against your lips, drawl slurrin' with effort. “That's you, all wet and needy. No more actin' like you run this show. From now on, you keep that attitude in check, or I'll bend you like this every goddamn night.”

Pressure coiled tight in your core, his relentless pace pushin' you toward the edge. He felt it, smirkin' as he ground deeper, hittin' that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. “Cum for me, then,” he ordered, voice a low command. “Squirt all over this cock and prove you've learned your lesson. But don't think we're done—I'm gonna fill this pussy up, breed you full till it leaks outta ya.” With a final, brutal slam, he buried himself to the hilt, ropin' hot cum deep inside as your body shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashin' through the mean, delicious hold he had on you. Water splashing all over his lower abdomen and your juicy cunt pushed his dick out.

See, the difference with Smoke was never in what he said—because Smoke didn’t need words. He was the kind of man whose silence spoke louder than threats ever could. One slow, deliberate glance from him—sharp, unreadable, heavy with intent—and your body reacted before your brain did.

oh YES

cw: one spoon smack, brief choking, penetration without prep, counter top backshots. may have gotten a little bit carried away here, i'm so sorry.

yknow that saying 'big dick men be quiet as fuck'? unfortunately, that's so tamsy.

also he's really really patient, something he prides himself on. it's the fourth month of your relationship when you became really unbearable with the jokes. tamsy just wasn't ready to take that step yet and yeah you said it's alright and that you understood but apparently not if you keep making jokes about his dick size. you'd teasingly brush against him and then laugh that you don't even feel a little chub. your hand would brazenly slide down the front of cleaner uniform trying to at least cup him on soft but he'd just snatch your wrist and shoo you away telling you not to piss him off with your stupid little games.

you'd even try to get a peek of him after a shower when he's clad in nothing but a towel but the man only showers in freezing cold water so any chance of catching a glimpse of print through the linen is coming shot to hell. doing it sneakily via seducing is pointless too because he knows what you're up to as soon as you approach him with hooded eyes and a lilt in your voice asking for a kiss. if it's after his shower and you're chilling in bed and call him over for a kiss, your hands will definitely start wandering from his hair, to his neck and down the planes of his torso until it begins the slow drift to his crotch. he'll step back making you groan in defeat.

"prude."

the sneak attacks he could handle, he lets you have your fun dancing on his last nerve but the names were what got to him.

"tiny, could you pass the wooden spoon please?" you say it so casually with your back turned to him so you don't even see the stiffening of his shoulders or the way his gaze sharpens on the back of your head. he doesn't see anything but he does pick up the spoon and smacks your ass hard with it.

you shriek, grabbing at your stinging cheeks as you turn to face him. "tamsy, what the hell?"

"watch it," is all he says and you're confused for all of five seconds before your head fills with thoughts of mischief.

"so touchy aren't you, shrimpy?"

you can only blink once before he's crowding into your personal space, a hand around your neck as he gives you a warning squeeze. "you forget yourself."

he doesn't let you get another word out before he's turning you, pushing you to bend over the counter and kicking your legs apart. your clothes are tugged down and all you can say in your head is "finally" until you feel a glistening tip nudging at your folds. your eyes widen at the stretch, the flared cockhead angry and red as it pops past your entrance.

"w-wait t, i'm s-ahh."

he shoves himself the rest of the way in and your suddenly so full your breath catches as your hands start scrabbling for purchase on the counter top. he's not the thickest you've taken but he is long and he has your knees trembling with each thrust because he's absolutely nailing your sweet spot every time with each stroke. one of his hands mashes against the side of your face, keeping your head done as his hips jerk faster, snapping against your skin so hard it stings.

"you're so goddamn insufferable." he grunts, nails digging into your skin slightly. "always trying my patience. rude fucking thing."

"sorry, sorry, sorry." you chant, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts, drool leaking from the side of your mouth and onto the counter as your eyes threaten to roll.

"no, you're not." he slides out until it's just the tip before thrusting back in with a force that nearly knocks the wind out of you as the edge of the counter digs into your stomach.