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cairo sweet x g!p reader

warnings: smut 18+, handjobs, riding, size kink

summary: Senior year is getting the best of Cairo, and she needs a stress reliever

words: 4012

Based on this request

The lunch bell rang and students flooded the hallways, hoping to escape the confines of their dreadful classes.

Cairo pushed through the crowd irritated, but still managed to keep a stoic front. She threw her bag down once she reached Winnie's locker. Frustration was bubbling in her, and Winnie looked back at her with confusion that didn't last long.

"I don't get it," the brunette muttered. "I'm certain I have a higher literacy level than all of them. The hell are they doing, trying to make me feel like I don't know what I'm talking about?"

Winnie raised an eyebrow, slowly pulling a lollipop from her mouth. “Who was it today?”

“Miller,” Cairo snapped. “He had the nerve to tell me my interpretation of a book was ‘fruitful but lacks realism.’” She scoffed, using air quotes as she mimicked him. “I’m sorry, but I don't need some washed up author telling me my views are incorrect.”

Winnie smirked, popping the lollipop back in her mouth. "Sounds like they're running out of ideas on how to make your life harder."

“Exactly!” Cairo exclaimed with wide eyes. “They’re trying to make me feel like an idiot, even though I know I’m right.”

The shorter girl glanced at her friend, silently hoping for some more validation for her rant. Instead, Winnie just smiled.

“It’s not like you to stay quiet,” Cairo remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s not like you to get this worked up,” Winnie chuckled. “I’m just enjoying the rare sight of you losing it.”

Cairo just rolled her eyes, angered that these teachers were pushing her over the edge, causing her to lose her cool, unshakable exterior that she prided herself on.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when she heard a loud crash behind her at the other side of the hallway. When she glanced to see what it was, she rolled her eyes.

The Varsity basketball team. The most insufferable, undisciplined, brain dead group of idiots this school had to offer.

It seemed like the team was goofing off, one of the members had knocked over a trash can. And now they're laughing like a bunch of cavemen.

Cairo despised their existence. Every day without fail, they reminded her why she couldn't stand them. She often wonders how any of them passed their classes, and are academically eligible to anything. Then again, she had a pretty strong suspicion that their grades were being handed to them on a silver platter. After all, the school worshipped its athletes.

She scanned the group subtly, expecting to see you standing in the middle of the chaos, laughing the loudest, probably the mastermind behind whatever stupid stunt they were pulling today.

But you weren't there.

Not that Cairo cared. If anything, she was relieved she didn't have to see your cocky smirk or hear whatever ignorant comment you would've made. She hated the way you could just lean against the lockers, effortlessly spinning a basketball on your fingertip, always looking so relaxed, so untouchable. Like nothing in the world could faze you.

She hated how everything seemed to come so easily to you.

Because, in a way, she was the same. Cairo got what she wanted too. The difference was—she felt like she earned it.

The two girls began to walk through the crowded hallway towards the cafeteria leaving the commotion behind them. Winnie suddenly had an idea and glanced mischievously at Cairo.

“You know,” she drawled, “if you’re that stressed, maybe you should find a way to… relieve some of that tension.”

"I'm already blowing through a pack of cigarettes like its nothing," Cairo sighs.

"Not like that..." the other girl mutters ominously.

Cairo glanced at Winnie with a raised brow, confused with what her friend had meant. But quickly got her answer as she saw the hand motions her friend was making.

With a shit eating grin, Winnie formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger, then began thrusting the index finger of her other hand through it, over and over.

“Winnie, Jesus!” Cairo winces with a laugh. “Put that down before someone sees you.”

But that only encouraged Winnie, who doubled down, making the motion even more obnoxious.

Cairo shook her head still laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

Winnie just grinned. “No, but actually. It helps. Think about it, you’re wound up like a damn coil, snapping at every professor who so much as breathes wrong. A little stress relief could do wonders for you.”

Cairo scoffed. “Oh yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find this so called ‘relief’?”

Before Winnie could answer, Cairo took a step forward and crashed straight into someone walking towards her. A firm hand instinctively caught her waist, steadying her before she could stumble.

“Sorry Sweet,” you said smoothly.

Her body tensed instantly. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. That damn voice alone was enough to set her on edge.

You.

Cairo barely had time to register what had happened before you flashed her an annoyingly effortless smile and moved past her, already caught up in a conversation with your fellow teammates from the basketball team. The touch barely lasted a second, but Cairo felt the lingering warmth where your hand had been, fingers wrapped across the curve of her waist with effortless possession.

She swallowed hard, clenching her fists at her sides, trying to ignore the way her breath had caught.

You were tall—so tall. At 5’11, you towered over her, making her feel much smaller than usual. And your hands—God, your hands were big, swallowing her waist like she was delicate, like you could move her however you pleased.

It was infuriating. You had always been an arrogant bastard, but it was worse that she had to look up at you.

She hated that realization.

But she hated the strange sensation that curled in her stomach even more. Heat. Awareness.

Winnie, of course, had noticed everything.

“There's your relief,” she murmured smugly, nudging Cairo’s arm.

"Never in a million fucking years," she glares at her friend.

X

Cairo blamed Winnie for the thoughts currently running through her head.

She told herself it was because Winnie was talking about sex and you just so happened to walk into her, so her mind was doing a strange thing were it linked the two.

Yeah that had to be it.

Sure, she had always thought you were attractive. She wasn’t blind. But your personality had a way of overshadowing everything else, tainting whatever appeal you might’ve had. She had noticed the height difference between you before, had even entertained passing thoughts about it once or twice. But she had more important things to think about.

Or at least, she did.

Now, sitting in her final class of the day—American History, her mind was anywhere but the lesson.

Because, for some godforsaken reason, she was thinking about that rumor.

The one that had been circulating since freshman year.

Supposedly, you had once sent a girl a picture of your dick, and in one of them, you’d placed a Monster Energy can beside it for scale. And, as the story went, your cock dwarfed the can. Not just by a little. But almost double its size.

Cairo had never paid much attention to gossip, but she also wasn’t above curiosity. After first hearing the rumor three years ago, she may or may not have taken a quick detour to Google to check the exact height of a Monster can.

6.4 inches.

She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together, cursing herself for letting that memory resurface—for even entertaining the thought of just how long you could be.

If her calculations were correct, she could wrap both her hands around your shaft, and there would still be more left to cover.

Cairo had to bite back a whimper, the thoughts of all your sizes compared to hers, completely unraveling her. She needed to get a grip, this was you she was thinking about. Cairo is the one who gets what she wants, she can't let you have the satisfaction of ever having her in that way.

X

You’d stayed late, the quiet of the gym offering a kind of peace that was rare during school hours. Just you, the hoop, and the familiar motion of the game.

It was now almost 8p.m. and the school was practically empty. Being team captain had its perks, one of them being that Coach trusted you with a gym key, letting you stay as late as you wanted.

You decided to call it a night and were currently about to hit the showers in the locker room when you suddenly heard the squeaky door open. You scrambled to put your shorts back on.

You turned to see Cairo standing against the closed door, arms crossed, and an unreadable expression.

Your brows furrowed but you were pleasantly surprised. Cairo was attractive. You’d always known that in the back of your mind, sneaking the occasional glance at her, appreciating how her preppy little outfits sit on her body, but under the dim locker room lights, with no crowd around, it hit you a little differently.

"Damn twice in one day Sweet?" you smirked. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Cairo shamelessly looked you up and down. You were still in your black sports bra, your basketball shorts sitting low on your hips. And she didn't miss the way your dick print was visible through your shorts. She took in a breath.

Her internal thoughts were spinning—she had to execute this perfectly. She needed to make sure whatever happened next looked like it was your idea, that you initiated it. That way, she could walk away afterward pretending it was no big deal. Pretending you had chased her because, god forbid she admit she’d been thinking about this. About you.

“Relax, I wasn’t looking for you,” she said, her tone cool almost bored. “I was looking for Jayden.”

You quirked a brow, leaning back slightly. “Jayden? At this time?”

“Yeah. I heard around that he might be here late.” She glanced around the locker room like she was actually expecting to find him there. “Guess I was wrong.”

Your smirk faded slightly, replaced by confusion. Jayden? Why Jayden? You didn’t care, but something about it rubbed you the wrong way. Why would she be looking for him here, at this time, alone?

And then, Cairo twisted the knife in the way only she could.

“What, jealous?” she teased. “Didn’t think you’d care who I was looking for.”

You scoffed, leaning casually against one of the lockers, even though your shoulders tensed just a little. “Please. I don’t care.”

“Hmm. You sure about that? Because you’re looking at me like you’ve got questions.”

“I was just curious why you’d be looking for Jayden in the locker room at 8 p.m.,” you said, voice casual, though there was an edge to it.

Cairo tilted her head, her lips curling into the faintest smile. A dangerous smile.

“He’s been… helpful lately.”

“Helpful?” You repeated the word slowly, like you were trying to figure out exactly what she meant by it.

“Oh, you know,” she said, her voice low, casual, almost a purr. “Helping me… relieve some stress.”

Your brows shot up before you could stop yourself. She couldn’t be serious.

Her eyes flicked back to yours gauging your reaction.

"Stress," you repeated slowly.

Cairo shrugged, one brow arched. “Don’t look so shocked. It’s not like you don’t know what that’s like.”

You shake your head at the thought of Cairo fucking one of your teammates to relieve stress. Had they done it in the locker room before? Why would she go to him of all people?

“If I didn’t know any better,” she said slowly, almost like she was savoring the words, “I’d think you were jealous.”

You blinked, caught off guard for half a second, but you recovered fast. “Jealous of Jayden? Please.”

“Oh, so you don’t care who helps me unwind?” She tilted her head again, her voice dripping with false innocence, but her eyes were anything but.

Your jaw tightened again. You knew what she was doing, but it didn’t stop that hot, simmering feeling from building in your chest. “If you need help that bad, Cairo, maybe you should take it up with someone who gives a damn.”

Cairo didn’t flinch. If anything, her eyes sparkled, like that was exactly the kind of reaction she’d been hoping for. She leaned in just a fraction closer, her voice barely above a whisper now, her breath brushing against your skin.

“Maybe I already did,” she murmured glancing down at your shorts.

You follow her gaze, and cursed yourself.

You were completely erect.

X

It didn't take you long to close the distance between you and Cairo in one swift move, pushing her back against the lockers.

Her breath catches, eyes wide as she looks up at you. There’s no hesitation in her gaze—only fire, a challenge that matches your own. You step closer, looking down at her.

Without a word, you lean in, and she stands on her tippy toes with her arms wrapped around your neck. The first press of your lips is firm, commanding, and she doesn’t pull away. The kiss deepens, your hands moving instinctively to her waist, feeling the curve of her body, you moan at the way she presses her front against you, and she gasps when she feels your hard on against her stomach.

You slide your hands lower until they reach the curve of her ass. With a slight tug, you signal what you want, and Cairo doesn't hesitate. She pushes off the ground, jumping into your hold, her legs wrapping around your waist with ease.

Her arms hook around your neck again as you hold her up effortlessly, she feels herself get more wet at how easily you handle her. "Enough of this," she groans, "just fuck me already."

You love her neediness, and walked the both of you over to one of the locker room benches. Never in a million years did you think that you would be fucking Cairo Sweet on one of them.

You place her gently down on the bench, and she starts stripping, quickly but gracefully, starting with her denim jacket, her top, then her bra.

You harden further at the sight of her bare perky tits, and wonder why it has taken you this long to make a move on this girl. But in your defense, you didn’t even know it was an option.

"I think it's only fair if I get to see a part of you now, come on," she rolls her eyes with a smile, reaching over to palm your hard cock over your shorts.

You struggle to stifle your groan at the contact, and immediately take your shorts off in one movement, finally letting your completely hard cock out for Cairo to watch with wide eyes.

Cairo was certain she would never need any foreplay with you, her pussy was now soaked, she was in awe of your size, and she was almost certain she was now dripping onto the bench she was sitting on.

You feel proud of yourself from her reaction, and decide it’s time to get to work. You gently push her stomach down, so she’s now laying on the bench as you stand in front. But just as you start to lower yourself so you’re on your knees, she immediately sits back up.

“What are you doing?” She quickly says sounding almost annoyed.

You wiggle you fingers. Signaling to the girl that you were going to finger her.

“Not today,” she smiles, and then points at your cock, the desire pooling in her eyes. “I just need that in me right now.” She then leans back on the bench so she’s lying down completely on it. With no other words from her she spreads her legs as wide as she can with her skirt on, her perfect pink pussy ripe for your taking. You eyes widen as your realize she wasn't wearing any panties, and you felt yourself harden further, if that was even possible. You began to wonder does Cairo often attend school commando? Was she wearing any panties when you bumped into her earlier in the day? You ogle her cunt with the new found thoughts, as you give your cock a few tugs.

Due to your height you had to place your hand above Cairo’s head on the bench, and used your free hand to line your dick up with her hole.

Using the hand on your shaft you move your tip up and down the sleek wetness of her folds. She was squirming on the bench. Moving her hips towards you to get more contact. The tip of your cock was now completely covered with the fluids from her pussy.

Cairo was started to get annoyed and you were smirking loving that she was. “Y/n I swear to you, if you don’t—”

With that, you slowly but surely push you cock into the smaller girl entirely. She told you that she needed a stress relief and you were going to give her exactly that. You heard in passing Cairo wasn’t a virgin, so you were confident your size shouldn’t be an issue.

Cairo squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a low squeal due to the initial contact.

“Stay there for a second,” she moans out, adjusting to the size of your cock.

You waited with your cock plunged completely in the girl, for here to give you a thumbs up

“Can I move?” You ask cautiously after a moment.

Cairo nods frantically, her eyes still shut.

With that you pull your cock slowly out, before ramming it back inside her. Repeatedly doing so, your cock was easily sliding in and out of the girl due to her wetness. The moans came immediately and you were mesmerized seeing her tits bounce each time you slid into her.

Cairo was on cloud 9. She was a mess. She could feel herself get stretched out by your enormous cock and she was loving every second of it. She loved how small she felt, laid back on the bench with you looming above her. But she wanted to try something else.

Once you were fully submerged in her. She wrapped her legs around your waist, trapping you with your cock inside her.

“Pick me up,” she demanded.

And you did without hesitation waiting for her to vocalize what she wanted next.

“Sit down.”

And you did. It was now your turn to be sat down on the bench and Cairo was sat completely on your cock with her legs around you. She unhooked her legs from your waist, and placed them on each side of you on the bench with you supporting her balance.

She then hooked her arms around you neck for balance and starting to bounce up and down on your dick.

Cairo was a screaming mess at this point, and you were grateful to know that unless Jayden wants to show up in the locker room, no one else should be in it's vicinity at the moment.

You held her waist and watched Cairo as she fucked herself on your cock. Moving her hips so your tip was hitting her in all the right places.

"I'm so—glad the rumours-s were true!" Cairo moans out in fragments while moving up and down your cock.

You knew exactly what rumour she was referring to, and her thinking about the rumour meant that she has thought about your dick before. Then you made the mistake of wondering if Cairo had ever masturbated to thought of your appendage. If she's ever used the fingers that are gripping your neck so helplessly to fuck herself to the thought of you.

You needed her closer. Faster. Harder.

You moved your hands from her waist to her ass, now helping her pussy move up and down your shaft at record speed. Cairo's release was close, you could tell.

Cairo let your cock be fully submerged in her before she started to slowly rock her hips back and forth against you. She was surprised at the realization that she could probably go several rounds with you, when she had another wave of arousal as she registered how small she was in your lap riding you. Your big hands holding her ass, moving her she she could feel your cock in all the right places.

"I'm close Y/n," she whimpers out, still riding your cock.

"Me too," you groan back, writhing at the pace of which she's moving on you.

Suddenly Cairo slams down on your dick, and looks at you with fierce intensity, like she had just realized something. "Don't cum until I tell you too."

Without hesitation she continues to slide up and down your cock, resuming the moaning, and nearing her orgasm.

You scoff as you hold in your pleasure. You couldn't believe that she was using you to cum but was instructing you not too. And here you were listening to her.

Cairo's release didn't take much longer. She slid off of you and unwound on the bench next to you.

As much as you would've loved to watch her lose all senses, you had your own issue to take care of, and decided to use her unwinding as fuel.

While watching her and her squirming pussy, you take your left hand and start rubbing your cock, so you could soon reach your release. Cairo watches you through squinted eyes, but quickly realizes what you're doing and shoots up with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

You laugh between groans, "Super happy you got your release Cairo, but I kind of need mine."

Cairo rolls her eyes, and slowly sits up on the bench while putting her shirt back on.

She leans in, eyes sparkling, and she slips her hands over your own that covered your cock. You slowly slip out your hands from underneath hers and are in awe at the feeling of her hands wrapped around your dick.

She watches your face intently as she starts stroking you, slow, and deliberate, like she’s savoring every twitch of your expression, every breath you try to hold back. She’s still in control, even now, and she knows it. And god she loves it.

She whimpered at how small her hand felt in comparison to your cock. How soft her hands were compared to the veiny monster she was holding. The juxtaposition made her cunt throb once more.

Wanting to test out her hypothesis, she soon puts both her hands on your cock, and low and behold she was correct. Despite having both hands stacked on your dick, there was still some shaft and your throbbing head uncovered by her hands.

She watches how pathetic you look, and she loves this feeling. How someone as large as you are completely at her mercy. She lets a large spit of saliva drop onto your pink tip while remaining eye contact with you, and slowly begins to milk your cock—twisting both hands at the same time while simultaneously moving up and down your shaft.

"F-fuck, Cairo. Please!"

Your eyes were shut and you were pushing your self into her as much as humanly possible. Feeling merciful she picked up her pace, and let you cum, ejaculating all over your lap creating a mess. She then licks the tip of your dick, like she was getting a sample taste of you, and was in deep thought.

You collapse onto the bench while looking at her, "What is it Sweet?"

"It surprisingly is," she winks at you with a laugh. Knowing that wasn't what you were asking her.

You watch as she gets dressed, and you don't dare move or speak another word. She then leaves the locker room without another word, and not even looking back at you one last time.

You let out a laugh. Cairo was a lot more interesting than you thought.

And for some reason you knew this wouldn't be the last time you were going to help Cairo reach her release, and you had no complaints.

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