Farmer!Smoke x Black! Earthy!Reader
an. literally took me forever to make this just for it to just be 2k words lolll... well this was originally supposed to be a Drabble but uh.. yeah
cw. modern au! southern! reader and smoke, chubby! reader, reader and smoke are married, okay onto the smut stuff.... I got a little freaky y'all. Im exploring. daddy kink, smoke lowkey has a foot fetish, but it's really not much, like a little toe sucking and it's at the end, oral: male receiving, it was my first time writing this so uh hope it's not bad, pinv, unprotected sex, but like they're married so it don't matter, squirting, but again very minor, creampie, not proofread or anything so if there are mistakes... no there isn't. also reader and smoke are switches... I think smoke has a sub side idk fight me about it, jk don't fight me im not bout that life.
Elijah “Smoke” Moore was a man of his word. Anything he promised to you, he would bend over backwards to make sure you got it. Years ago, when the two of you first met, he promised you that one day you’d be his wife. You laughed, but he was serious. No smile in sight even as you giggled and drawled a “Boy, you stupid,” You had only had one, singular conversation. How could he make a promise like that? Only three years later, he got down on one knee and proposed and well… he followed through with his promise. The day of your wedding, during the exchanging of vows, he promised to love you unconditionally, to only be yours and to give you everything your heart desired. He followed through with those promises as well. So now, with six years of marriage under your belt. You asked for a date night because you missed your husband. You knew if he made a promise and he’d keep it.
“I’ll hit the farm real early for you, Baby. That way you’ll have me all night,” He said. All serious and sturdy, like his words were made of stone. Solid and Immovable. You had looked up at him wrapping your arms around his waist.
“And we’ll have a date night here. I’ll make a nice dinner,” You reply, like it’s law. He nods with an affirmative hum. Then, you hit him with the question. The one that makes him buckle down on any task you give him. “You promise?”
“Do I look like some shady ass nigga?” He questions back. You purse your lips and tilt your head to the side. Not having to say anything for your expression does it for you. He sighs before kissing your temple. “I promise, baby,” He says, his tone a little softer. You grin ear to ear, grabbing him and kissing all over his face.
The next day, Smoke is up before the sun is. Making sure the animals are fed and taken care of and doing any work that needs to be done. Quick and efficient. By early evening, everything is done. He comes inside, sweaty, covered in mud and yet still full of energy saved just for you.
“Would’ve been done had them chickens not dug they way out the coop,” He huffs, wiping sweat off of his brow. You giggle from the kitchen.
“Them damn chickens,” You reply, busy trying to finish dinner. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“Them damn chickens,” He repeats back with a huff of laughter. You can hear heavy steps coming towards the kitchen.
“I know you didn’t wear them dirty ass boots in my house, Elijah?” You question, though it sounds more like a statement.
“No, Ma’am. I took them off on the porch,” He says, like he knows better. He stands in the doorway, his eyes scanning your frame from head to toe. Your boho knotless braids long enough that the ends brush against your lower back, you’re wearing one of his favorite dresses. A creamy tan, flowy, yet it still hugs your waist and wide hips. Your breasts sit heavy, fabric practically straining to stretch and contain such an abundant bosom. You wear a surplus of jewelry, all gold, crystals and beads. They compliment the radiance of your brown skin. Sometimes, Smoke just likes to look at you in all your glory. Completely blown away by your effortless beauty. As if feeling his stare, you turn around and smile.
“Can I help you, Mister?” You inquire, country twang heavy on your tongue. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. You grin and place a hand on your hip.
“You just real pretty,” He says, slow and easy like he has all the time in the world. You hum, an appreciative sound and he knows you're flattered by the dimples in your cheeks as you fight the huge smile that wants to take over your face. He shifts from foot to foot before speaking again. “Imma shower. Get ready ready for dinner,” He announces, you hum again this time slightly distractedly, focused on finishing dinner. You hear him head up the stairs then a few minutes later, the shower running. About an hour passes, you’ve finished setting the table. Smoke comes down the stairs, the wood creaking ever so quietly, worn from the routine of going up and down them for quite some time. You turn once you hear him enter the kitchen. There he stands, tall, strong, and effortlessly handsome. You smile at his attire, a crisp white t-shirt practically painted onto sculpted muscle, his nicest pair of jeans that hug his thighs a little, looking all fresh and relaxed after his shower. Smelling like soap, steam, and your favorite cologne of his.
“Hi, baby,” You practically purr. He smirks. Something subtle but definitely there.
“Hey, ma,” Opening up his arms, you don’t hesitate to walk right into them. His embrace is warm, tender, and secure. You sigh softly, having really missed your husband. Sometimes with him tending to the farm he gets lost in the work. Only coming inside once he’s absolutely sure everything is going as it should. Late nights when you're fast asleep and he climbs in then, the very bright morning after he’s out again. So, this hug feels so special when he hasn’t had the time to. He feels it, which is why he murmurs a soft yet gruff “I know, baby,” and kisses the top of your head. After a few moments, you pull away to look at him again.
“You look real nice,” You giggle, smoothing a hand down the front of his shirt. His smirk widens at that before a heavy hand swiftly makes contact with your ass with a resounding smack. You yelp, a stinging sensation left behind from the slap.
“Cut it out, girl. You know I’m easy,” He chuckles, pulling away to have a seat at the table.
“Like Sunday morning,” You hum, taking your own seat. He shakes his head though he knows it’s true.
Dinner is easy. Smooth conversation and playful banter is shared between bites. It’s good, it’s everything you’ve missed so much. It’s everything he promised it would be. After dinner, dishes are washed together with soft neo soul playing in the background and it’s how you end up dancing together in the kitchen. His hands on your hips, occasionally squeezing as if worried you’ll slip out of his grasp. Your arms looped around his neck, bodies pressed together like there is no tomorrow. He sways you gently to the slow rhythm of the music, your eyes closed and your cheek pressed against his chest. You hum softly along with the song.
“Thanks for tonight. I really appreciate you going out your way for this,” You say softly, craning your head up to look at him. His eyebrows furrow slightly, as if mildly offended.
“Why you always thanking me for the bare minimum? Make me feel like I’m not shit or sum,” He grumbles. You laugh, full and warm, and oh so genuine. It makes him soften a little bit. He loves your laugh. He loves you. “I’m serious, woman. I promised you, didn’t I? So, I got it done,” He says it like it’s the most juvenile idea to practice. You only smile wider.
“Elijah, you’ve been keeping your promises since I met you. I’m allowed to be grateful,” You chuckle. He kisses his teeth before tilting your head up by tapping your chin lightly. His lips press firm against yours. The kiss, smooth and sure. It almost deepens but he pulls away before it can. He’s such a tease.
“You my ole lady, my wife. That’s how this shit supposed to go,” He mutters, capturing your lips again in another teasing kiss that only leaves you aching for more. A familiar warmth building in your lower tummy. It only makes you wonder. When was the last time you had sex with your husband? You can’t quite remember. Then, it’s definitely been too long. You hum, Your eyes going lidded and glossing over subtly. He notices the shift when he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes again. And you're giving him that look, the one he can’t resist. Undeniably seductive and persuasive without you having to say anything at all. It has him chubbing up so fast, it should be embarrassing. He feels no shame though. “Supposed to take care of you… anyway I can,” He murmurs, so close his lips brush against yours with every word he forms. As if perfectly queued up, the slow groove of Brown Skin by India.Arie starts to fill the air. The tension only thickens, that magnetic pull growing stronger, and arousal spikes between the two of you. Then before you can blink his lips are on yours for the third time. No longer teasing, instead full of deep hunger. Your hands slide under his shirt, feeling smooth skin and the ridges of his abs. His lips part in a huff and you steal the chance to glide your tongue into his mouth. He grunts quietly, suckling on the soft wet muscle. You whimper into the kiss, licking deeper into his mouth. You both part with a wet smack, already plump lips starting to swell even more. He quickly tugs his shirt off and your back on him. You kiss up his jawline, a hand wrapping around his throat to keep him in place as you lick and nip at the shell of his ear. You feel his Adam’s Apple bob against your palm, swallowing down the pathetic sound that wants to escape him. You grin, playful, conniving.
“You like that, daddy?” You purr, his knees almost buckle from the tone of your voice alone. Dick twitching in his now painfully tight jeans. You giggle at his reaction.
“Don’t do me like that, mama,” He groans, his hands snaking down to grip the plumpness of your ass. Then, he give your left cheek a firm slap. You gasp, and his hands slide back up to the straps of your dress. He tugs them down, taking his time getting the fabric off of you. Your lips find his neck slowly kissing lower and lower as he gets you out of the dress. You have half a mind to kick the fabric away once it pools at your ankles. You kiss your way down his abs maintaining eye contact during your descent. He stares back, his plush bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He watches as you slowly undo his jeans, tugging them down just enough that his black Calvin Klein’s are the only barrier between you and the stiff thickness that awaits you. Your tongue drags up his bulge, he tosses his head back and whines. He can’t stop the sound you pull out of him so easily. He twitches against your warm wet tongue and you decide to stop teasing him. You tug his boxers down until eight and a half inches of girthy length bobs just millimeters away from your mouth. Your mouth waters, at the sight of it. Toasted mauve colored tip leaking translucent pearly white precum, dark chocolate brown shaft decorated with thick veins. You wrap a hand around the base of him, he’s heavy and warm in your grip. You place wet open-mouthed kisses from his crown all the way down to his base before flattening your tongue and dragging your way back to his tip to pop him into your mouth. He hisses, quads slightly flexing, face scrunched like he’s in pain. You smile smugly as you pull back.
“I barely started, Daddy,” You whisper, he kisses his teeth and runs his hands through your braids before gripping them tightly to tug your head back. Even the inherently rough action is so very gentle in your husband's hands. A giggle bubbles up that you have to swallow down.
“It’s been a minute,” He huffs, though you know him like the back of your hand. He’s always like this. Soon enough he guides himself back into your mouth, you take him with ease. Gentle suction and wet bobs of your head enough to make his toes curl as he grunts and groans with pleasure. Watching his fall apart has you soaking your panties with arousal. You keep a steady rhythm until his legs slightly tremble and he tugs at your hair. You pull off with a pop. His chest heaves with heavy breaths. “Almost nutted,” He chuckles breathlessly, you giggle softly before kissing your way back up his body and standing to your feet. He pulls you into what feels like the nth kiss, though you could never get sick of it. His hands grab your waist, squeezing the soft fat there. It doesn’t take long for you both to end up in the bedroom.
He has you on your back, your undergarments long gone. Neither of you talk, too wrapped up in pleasure to even speak. Your moans have been trapped in the back of your throat. His dick so deep, it feels as if he’s rearranging your guts. Your legs are bracketed over his shoulders, his body folded over yours only practically folding you in half. His thrusts are deep and slow, his hips roll and undulate in the most mind melting rhythm, his tip dragging against that spongey spot inside of you with every long stroke. Your nails scratch at his back, eyes rolling back from pleasure. Elijah never looks away from you though, his eyes watching your every reaction. For a moment, he even forgets his own pleasure. Too amazed by your expressions. He keeps methodically working you up and up, slowly working you to your peak. All until, “Daddy,” You whine, breaking the silence and you clench around him. He shudders before pulling back finally seeing the creamy mess you’ve made and his cock. He moans before rubbing his thumb through the sticky slickness then rubbing your swollen clit while his free hand grabs your ankle. He kisses from the inside of your ankle up to the sole of your foot. You gasp. Your toes curl from the slightly ticklish sensation and the pleasure of him working your pussy.
“Come on, baby… cum on daddy’s dick,” He mumbles, he sucks on her big toe and his thrusts speed up. You clench hard around him, your back arching, feeling that coil tighten in your lower belly. You shy away from it scooting back slightly but he only tugs you right back where he wants you. “Nuh uh, you gone cum on this dick. I wasn’t asking,” He demands. Your legs tremble and his thumb only circles your clit faster.
“Ouuu, daddy,” You moan, and he nods.
“Yeah, I know, baby,” He coos back, and you flutter around him before your big crescendo. You hit your peak like waves crashing against rocks. “Oh fuck, You squirtin’ for me?” He questions between moans as your walls hug and milk him like no tomorrow. It’s enough to have him following right after you. His dick twitching and throbbing as he fills you with his hot sticky seed. He makes a sound, something between a groan and a whine, then collapses on top of you. You both lay together in silence for a few moments. It’s comfortable, and though quiet fills the room the love between you two is still loud and fierce. The silence is broken by him. He lifts his head and kisses your forehead. “You okay?” He asks, you nod.
“I’m a little more than okay,” You sigh out, content and satisfied. “I probably should clean up. I forgot to finish putting away those left overs,” You mutter, he presses and kisses your lips before carefully pulling out.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll run a bath and take care of it,” He replies, not even having to think about it. You smile fixing your mouth to say thank you and he stops you before your lips even part. “Bare minimum, woman,” He says, flatly. And though you disagree, you don’t argue.
“Okay, Elijah,” you chuckle softly.
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