#sinners fics

“why ain’t you lookin’ at yo’self, hm?” he purrs in your ear. the baritone vibrates across your skin sending a shiver of pleasure to your core. “don’t ‘chu wanna look at your pretty face?”

you mewl in response. your eyes were shut, focused on the heavenly feeling of his talented hands and how they so very very close to making you cum for the fifth time this evening. how dare he ask such a question when he knows damn well why.

I can’t when your fingers are so determined to make me squirt again. you wanted to retort…but with your brain so fogged with pleasure all you manage to let out was one word.

“please.”

it was small, whiny. you don’t have to open your eyes yet to know your full plump lips were pouting.

“please, what?” smoke chuckles, quickening his ministrations. his fingers pressing deeper into your sweet spot causing your hips to buck and your arms to squirm in his firm grip.

“please.” you huffed, hips trying to move in lieu with his hand.

“my baby wanna cum? is that it?" he mocked, peppering kisses on the heated skin of your neck.

you nod mindlessly, moans progressively getting louder and his strokes more faster and deliberate. "mhm! 'm gonna-cum.."

"look in the mirror for me, baby." he instructs you softly. "I want 'chu to look at your pretty face and cum. you gon' be daddy's baby and do that for me?"

you clenched at his words, god you hated him. no-you loved him. so damn much. with the small amount of willpower you had left, you finally opened your eyes. pretty, brown, doll-like eyes that were at first hazy and unfocused from lust. once you focused on the mirror in front of you, the view was sinful.

a thin layer of sweat glistened on your honey brown skin, your breasts heaving with every moan and thrust of smoke's fingers. your curly coils were frizzed at the top of your head. lips were kiss bitten and swollen from previous sessions. and your pussy...fat, glistening with creamy arousal, your clit protruding like a shiny pearl from between your swollen lips, relentlessly being assaulted by his thumb. but the most sinful part of it all was him.

the coy smile that played at his lips watching you admire yourself. his eyes sparkled with lust. the way he positions you at his disposal to pull every bit of resistance out of you. it was overwhelming.

"that wasn't hard now was it, hm?" his voice returns to your ear. "whatchu' gon do for daddy, now?"

"gonna cum!" you squeaked, thighs quivering as you feel yourself returning to that peak of orgasm. "don't s-stop please..."

"let go, baby." he nips at your ear. "give it to me."

and you graciously oblige him. you body stills and your sensitive cunt gushes clear arousal, staining your thighs, his, and the bottom of the mirror. your breath comes in uneven gasps, pants, and whines. your back collapses on his chest as he gently praises you. he slowly pulls his fingers out and traces them against your lips, an invitation for you to open. he groans as you mindlessly suck on his fingers, cleaning your sweet tangy taste of arousal off them before you finally let go, full leaning back into his embrace. your arms free from his grasp to collapse at your sides.

"you better clean my damn mirror, elijah.." you mumble, eyes fluttering closed as your body relaxes, earning another chuckle out of him.

a littl modern reference! but the interpretation is up to u :3 + dumbifiaction, puppy!reader & daddy kink if u squint IDK.. 🙈

he has no business being in your room, he has no business fooling around with you but yet here you are on top of him letting out sweet sounds. "yeah, ma? that feels good doesn't it?" he says so sweetly with a hand pressed up against your cheek.

this man is twice your age and how you two got like this is between the four walls of your bedroom, moonshine and the devil but if you want the simpler version, you had your eyes on smoke since you caught wind him and his brother returned back to town.

with smoke you'd always steal little glances, sweeten your words a little more and flutter your eyelashes, do anything to make him see you and that he did.

your clad cotton underwear clinging to your cunt so tightly that smoke can see the wet patch forming and the sight makes his cock twitch in his pants.

your whines are divine, soft little shutters of breath and pants. his hand finds the back of your neck and pulls you down, slipping your tongue into his mouth causing him to land his palm against your ass so hard that the action cause you to jump forward a little. “be good, take what’s given to you.” stern, like a father scolding his child for misbehaving.

“yes, sir” you break away from the kiss, sitting up ontop his lap. your a sight for sore eyes, curls disheveled some pieces pulled loose from the puff you had in. your lips, swollen; glistening with spit. his prefect little angel.

you run your hands against his arms, reaching his biceps. you can feel his strength underneath him, how he can just put you into in position he pleased whenever but he didn’t need too. not when he already has control over you.

“whichu thinkin bout, hm?” his voice makes you rut your hips up. its so easy to get you like this. “you thinkin bout where my dick is gonna reach inside you?” you beg this time, leaning down and kissing the nape of his neck “please daddy, i will be good, u wont even have to do the work!” desperate as one can be.

so smoke nods, unzipping his pants, kicking them and his underwear off, he slips your underwear to the side seeing your cunt glistening under the warm ambient lighting, “fuck girl. your tryna kill me huh?” he takes his finger and guides it through your folds, a line of precum presents itself. he smears it on the base and tip of his cock.

he guides your hips over his length, slotting it in between you. “you ready baby?” he says it softly, you nod your head while looking at him with big doe eyes. you start moving your hip and down, his mushroom tip bumping your clit. you can hear the sounds you two make when you slide back and forth, its flithy.

“wann kiss, gimmie kiss” you pant, already worked up from amateur movements. “so fucking bossy, can never ask daddy nicely. always, want, want.” he mocks you while speeding your hips up. you lean back down, chest no pressed against his, your mouth sloppyly connects with his. you feel your toes tingling, you start fucking drooling, spit seeping out from the sides of your mouth, smoke pulls away “nasty fucking, bitch.” your head drops to his shoulder, your crying. “it feels soso good sir, daddy pslease” your slurring your words, and thats when smoke knows your far gone.

present day

you’re in the kitchen making breakfast figuring its the least you can do to thank your boyfriend for fucking you good last night.

“g’mornin’” you greet as said boyfriend walks in before resuming your humming and omelette making. a beat passes—no response. just as you’re about to speak up again, what feels like a wall is touching your back.

you simply giggle “im almost done cooking” “thats good” he finally speaks up in a gruff-ish tone before dipping down to kiss your neck and elsewhere.

as if it wasn’t obvious that he was turned on, you feel his dick pushing against your back. “cut that stove off for a minute” he demands as he reaches around front letting his hands slip under your shirt to rubs your semi-hardened nipples.

without another word, the stove is off. he begins cupping your breast as he kisses your neck. each kiss earning a huff or whine from you.

you’re never gonna finish cooking.

Get Right

Player! Stack x Hoochie! OC (ft. Smoke who never gets tired of seeing his brother get put in his place lmao)

A sinners 2000's AU

word count: 800

“THAT FEEL GOOD HM?”

i’m sorry that this is so late boo!! but ofc! here you go, this honestly got me horny in the middle of writing this—sorry for how short it is!

warnings! detailed smut, possessive & nurturing smoke! fucked out annie! just nastiness all around tbh .

The room was quiet, just the low hum of the city outside the cracked window mixing with the soft sounds of their bodies moving together. Smoke’s hands were sure and possessive, tracing the curves of Annie’s full hips, memorizing the weight of her thick thighs and the swell of her breasts pressed against his chest.

Annie’s skin glistened under the dim light, her breath hitching in shallow gasps, hips rolling against him without thought or hesitation — her mind stripped bare, her body the only language she spoke.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Smoke’s voice was low, rough but gentle, like a vow, a promise. She nodded, eyes fluttering shut, unable to speak through the haze of sensation. A soft moan slipped out, raw and unfiltered, and Smoke’s grip tightened just enough to ground her. His lips brushed her temple, then trailed down her jaw, savoring the taste of her skin. “You’re mine,” he murmured, possessive and tender all at once.

Slow and deliberate, he moved inside her, every inch filled with purpose, pulling her closer until their bodies were a single, aching rhythm. Annie’s hands moved up to his head resting her hands on his shortcut hair, her breath catching as the warmth of him flooded deeper. She was lost, drowning in the feeling — every touch, every thrust a quiet storm.

Smoke kissed her neck, then her shoulder, marking her with his presence as he whispered, “You feel so damn good.” Her body shuddered beneath him, voice breaking free in breathy moans, and when he finally spilled inside her, it was slow and deep — a final claim in the quiet, sacred space of their love.

He held her close after, chest rising and falling against hers, the weight of his arms like a shield, like home. “I love you,” he breathed, and she knew — no matter what came next, this was hers, and he was hers. And she was his.

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