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Hello beauties! The long-awaited one chapter smut for Annie and Smoke is here, this is a chapter from my longer fanfic. The one that has elements of Lovecraft Country. Let me know if you like! Muah, love y'all!

October 15, 1932

The car chugged steadily down an obscure road in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Smoke’s hand gripped the steering wheel firmly as he turned left, into a more shaded area. Trees provided much-needed shade in the heat, and soon pops of blue joined the scene. The blue bottles delicately hanging on the trees provided some comfort. He was home now. It had been years since he left Clarksdale, leaving his daughter’s burial site. Years since he left Annie. But he was back now. 

His head was filled with what the world had imprinted on him, and bags full of cash he killed to get. Now all he needed was his woman.

Smoke turned right, into a secluded road, and gathered the baby’s breath bouquet seated on the passenger's seat. He stopped the car, removed the keys, and stared at his trembling hands before gathering the bouquet and swiftly exiting the car.

The fertile soil smoothed under his shoes as he walked off right into a cleared-off plot of land, right in front of the faded blue cabin. He stopped and knelt down in front of the stone, the red impression of a small child’s hand haunting him as he laid down the flowers delicately in front of the grave. His hands shook.

“Daddy’s here now, baby girl. Daddy’s here,” he muttered. Tears stung his eyes as he gazed at his daughter’s grave. She didn’t even make it a year before dying.

He heard movement behind him and slowly got up and turned to see Annie.

Annie stood still, staring at him. A flicker of disbelief, grief, and longing flashed quickly in her eyes before all he could see was indifference. Annie slowly walked over to Smoke, her full figure covered by her blue tweed patterned dress. Her dress blew softly in the wind caressing her ankles, tendrils of her curls kissing her face right underneath her high cheekbones. She raised her head in defiance. Her rich ebony skin glistened from the day’s work.

Years had passed, and she was still so painfully beautiful.

“Whatcha’ wan with me, Smoke?” her husky voice uttered. It sent a shiver down the soldier’s spine.

“Me’n Stack comin’ back home for good now. Wantin’ to build us a juke joint.”

Annie turned without a word into her cabin. Smoke followed suit.

As Smoke entered her cabin, he was once again struck by the charms and amulets strung up. Herbs and elixirs filled the shelves as he scanned the room, his eyes eventually fell on Annie’s.

Lord, was she so beautiful. Years of being without a woman’s touch were catching up to him and quickly. He clenched his jaw before uttering, “Me and Stack havin’ the openin’ tomorrow and wan’ you to cook for us.”

“Why are you here? I thought y’all hit it big in Chicago.”

He slowly walked up to her, “I done seen so many things, seen so many things. There’s so much power in the world, me and Stack decided to get some of our own. We killed.”

He walked around the table to her. “ We done seen men pass in ways we never thought possible. We came back to bring some of that power here.”

He spoke more intensely now whilst staring into her eyes.

“Annie, I wan’ to come back ‘ere to share that with you.” He stopped walking and stood right in front of her. 

“True power. Money.”

Her face contorted in disgust and disbelief. 

“You fool!”

She walked over to the counter and grabbed a small leather bag. She held it up and shook it in his face. “You think you traveled all ‘cross the world and you come back here talkin’ to me fully bodied and think it’s luck?!”

He clenched his mouth. The mojo bag she created years ago still hung on his neck, and not once did he take it off.

“I know you wearin’ it, Smoke, I can sense it.”

His eyes met hers again and filled with grief.

“If it worked, why didn’t it work for Tiwa?”

Hurt, Annie pulled out her blade and placed it under his neck.

“You don’t get to walk back in here and talk about her,” she stated. Her voice and hand shook with emotion. Tears stung her eyes as she looked up at the man.

Smoke’s eyes softened, and he easily took the blade from her hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. At his words, a sob escaped Annie as she looked down and cried.

Smoke quickly gathered her in his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please,” he whispered as he tried to get her to look at him.

Annie resisted and struggled out of his embrace. Quickly wiping her eyes, she moved to the entrance of her cabin and out into the early afternoon, gazing at her daughter’s grave. Moments passed in silence, only the sound of rustling trees and whistling wind took up the space. Gathering herself, she looked back at Smoke, staring deep into his eyes.

Smoke stared at Annie as if she held the stars and moon for him. That was his woman, his equal, his soulmate.

Annie saw something in his eyes, and her eyes softened. Again, she asked, only this time softly, “Why you here, Smoke?”

Unable to resist her, Smoke took off his hat, holding it in his right hand and placing it on his chest, and slowly walked up to her.

Standing less than a foot away from her, he looked down and said softly, “I love you and I miss you. I came back for you.”

Heat rushed into her eyes as she pulled him down by his tie. He was closer to her face. Her eyes searched his, and her husky voice said, “Say it again.”

He lowered his face even more, landing a soft kiss on her lips once, then twice.

Still on her lips, he uttered in a deeper voice, “I love you. I miss you. I came back for you.”

Annie yanked on his tie and closed her eyes. His lips captured hers passionately, melding it before dipping his tongue into hers.

He grunted, dropping his hat, and grabbing her ass with both hands roughly. He smacked each cheek twice as he sucked on her tongue.

Annie gasped, eyes opened, giving him the opportunity to delve his tongue deeper before sucking on her tongue.

Annie groaned, her cooze weeping wet, in complete shock.

The many times they made love in the past Smoke was so…restrained. He controlled his roughness with her, but it seemed that Chicago changed a couple of things.

Unbeknownst to Annie, the man had not had any sexual contact with women since her. 

7 years and 293 days without a woman can do that to a man. Seeing her dark, big, beautiful figure had him on the verge of losing his mind.

Annie pulled back from the kiss, panting, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Smoke followed her mouth as she pulled back, intent on getting back inside her.

“W-Wait, we can’t do this here, anybody can come in.” 

“Well, come on,” he gruffly replied.

Annie grabbed his hand, leading him to her home a couple of yards away from her cabin.

As they walked hand in hand, Annie felt him gaining on her, getting closer and closer until they found themselves at her front door, Smoke practically on top of her. Annie dropped her hand to place it on the door knob.

Annie hesitated, unfamiliar with the sexual energy Smoke was exuding.

It felt primal…and desperate. She was no blushing virgin, Smoke having taken care of that, but this was uncharted territory.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered in her right ear as he placed his right hand on hers.

He pressed himself on her, and Annie gasped. 

It had been years since she had taken him, and even then, sex was always a struggle with his size. Her cooze clenched repeatedly.

Annie pressed back and replied in Creole, “Your body remembers mine.”

He grabbed her by the waist and groaned.

Annie opened the door, and Smoke lost it.

Immediately, he slammed the door closed, the open windows providing him enough light as he stalked Annie to her bedroom.

Unable to remove herself from his eye contact, Annie backed into her room as she watched him strip his clothes. 

His suit jacket, his vest, his gun holsters.

Each item dropped with a soft thud, and with each thud, Annie’s heart raced.

As he started to unbuckle his belt, Annie’s ankles hit the back of her bed, causing her to fall onto it.

He finished unbuckling his belt as he entered the room.

He slammed the door closed.

He unzipped his pants, yanked down his drawers, and dragged them down his legs before removing it.

Annie’s eyes were locked on his dick, years later and it still caused her to be nervous.

Unconsciously, she closed her legs in nervousness.

He saw it and took a deep breath, calming himself a bit.

He climbed into the bed, eased her dress up to her stomach, took her legs, and slowly dragged her down to him. He separated her legs slowly and gently. He languidly kissed her left leg from her ankles to her thigh, then her stomach.

He did the same thing to her right leg, making sure both legs were as separated as possible.

He scooted down, placing his hands on her pussy lips and spreading them as wide as possible. His fingers passed through her wet pussy and he grunted, “Fuck, give me that. Give me that sweet pussy.”

Annie’s face contorted in pleasure as her legs shook.

“Such a pretty pussy. This my pretty pussy? This my pussy?,” he asked breathing heavily as he toyed with the inside of her pussy with his fingers, rubbing back and forth.

Annie cried out, almost choking on her saliva as she cried out, “Yes! Yes, it’s yours.”

He pulled his fingers from her and sucked on them hard.

Annie couldn’t help but stare as he sucked his fingers dry.

“You so fucking sweet. I need that from the source.”

Before she could speak, he was between her legs. She pulled herself up just in time to watch him place his tongue on her. Annie made eye contact with Smoke.

Eye contact maintained, tongue flat, he licked her pussy entrance to her clit before enveloping his mouth on it and sucking intensely.

Annie’s body dropped down in pleasure, a groan deep from within her emerged.

“Oh baby, oh fuck me yes!”

Annie started grinding her face on him, her meaty thighs trying to come together, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly as he dug in.

He stuck his tongue deep in her and sucked, causing her eyes to start to cross.

Her face started to contort in pleasure and pain as an intense orgasm was ripped from her.

Annie moaned, the sound being deep and prolonged, as Smoke licked her to completion.

Overstimulated Annie pushed on Smoke’s head as he continued to lick.

Voice croaky and throat parched, Annie feebly pushed on his shoulders and head, “W-wait, y-you ‘ave to g-ugh-give me a break.”

Smoke gave her one last suck, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her puffy wet pussy as he looked up. He licked his lips as he panted, staring at Annie

Chest heaving, he leaned over to her lips and slowly and sensually kissed her, allowing her to taste herself.

Continuing to kiss her, he pulled down the top of her dress, allowing one big titty to pop out. He fondled her titty before grabbing a handful and sucking on her nipple. He alternated between kissing her and sucking on her breast. He completely pulled down her top, giving both breasts attention.

He lowered himself, putting part of his weight onto her chest as their tongues danced, allowing his hand to go back to her pussy. He pulled back from kissing to stare into her eyes as he slowly placed one finger inside her.

He felt Annie clench and quickly responded, “It’s not going to hurt, nice and slow with you baby. Remember what you said? I remember you. And your body will remember me.”

He stated his as he gently pushed into the hilt.

Annie felt herself relax, and one finger turned to two, then to three.

By the time Smoke had all three fingers in her, her pussy was gushing. Lewd sounds came from where they were joined, causing Annie’s face to heat up.

He removed his fingers, sucking on them, before allowing Annie to suck on them. He pulled them back as he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips.

“The only woman I’ve ever been with is you baby. Now you know I love you right?”, he stated gently. 

His hand sneaked down to play with his dick. The purple head was leaking as he fisted it.

Annie nodded, mouth slightly agape. He nodded with her.

His voiced dropped.

“Because I’m going to fuck you real rough baby.”

Smoke leaned down to kiss her as he eased his dick into her. Her wet tight pussy parted, allowing his girthy head to pop in.

Annie groaned, but Smoke slowly rocked in and out of her until he was completely in.

Seeing that she took him, he started pounding into her.

In and out, throughout Annie’s home all you could hear were the obscene noises of his thighs impacting with hers and the sloshing of her wet pussy.

Annie's voice started to pitch really high. She started crying.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

Each thrust caused her to cry out keenly. 

Annie’s body started to do something it hadn’t done in years.

“Ughhhh!Ughhh!”

Wetness began to seep out of her like a hose, more wetness than ever before.

She started becoming worried when it continued at an increased rate. She put a hand on Smoke’s pecs.

“Ugh, baby, I-It’s real intense. I feel ugh!”

Smoke still churning inside of her, started grinding his hips down and in a circle. His face contorting in pleasure. He groaned into her ear, “It’s ok, baby, I need you to feel it. Feel me, baby.”

At the end of her orgasm, Smoke heaved into her one, two, three times. He dug in too deep the third time, causing Annie to let out a low yelp. 

He groaned and shuddered as he came deep inside her pussy. Spurt after spurt, he continued to come for a long time. Annie started to feel him leak around where they were joined, and couldn’t help but moan,  her pussy not having enough room for it all.

Still coming, he pulled out, painting her mons a white pearly color, groaning as he did. He put his dick back in her, thrust deep, and as if pulled deep from within him, spurt a couple of more times inside her before taking a deep breath and collapsing on her hefty bosom.

The entire time Annie lay still, staring at the usually calm and level-headed man.

She attempted to move to clean up, but Smoke, still inside her, plugging her up, quickly but gently grabbed the side of her head and stated, “Stay with me, Annie.”

“Let’s rest. We have a lot to talk about later.”

Let me tell you something, I did not expect the romance girlie in me to be fed during #sinners but friends…Annie and Smoke. Whew.

Annie and Smoke gave me that feeling I love when reading a Black Romance book. There was passion and chemistry and calm and hurt and so much love. Unconditional love. The type of love that can ONLY be shared between the two of them. The kind where their souls were meant to find each other and will continue to find each other in each and every lifetime. My chest was tight thinking about these two.

I don’t know horror but I KNOW Black Romance and here are a few books that gave me the same feeling Smoke and Annie did. It might not make sense to you, and that’s ok because the books are still GOOD AF and you should read them for that reason alone. Let me know if you picking up what I’m putting down 👀👀 https://www.instagram.com/p/DIygYXQAAcT/?igsh=d3FkN3owN3RsdWk5

Lists by ⁡@jaleesareads S/O to @blackromanceconnoisseur for putting me on about Wunmi and Michael listening to “By Your Side” to get into character. The most perfect song.

✨Wunmi ✨