randomly crying over imagining older boyfriend!toji as a baby.:(
toji wakes up to you full on crying into his chest at three in the morning, shoulders shaking while you cling to his shirt like your life depends on it, and for one horrible second he thinks somebody died. hes literally awake instantly, his rough hand grabbing your arm while he squints down at you in the dark, still half asleep and already irritated.
"the hell happened?"
you look up at him with watery eyes and somehow start crying harder, and now hes genuinely concerned.
his hand cups your face, thumb brushing under your eye while he tries to figure out what could possibly have you this devastated in the middle of the night. "the hells wrong with you?"
you suck in a shaky breath before blurting it out.
"you used to be a little baby."
toji goes completely still. what the hell?
"the fuck?"
"you had little hands," you continue tearfully, voice wobbling more the longer you think about it. "and tiny little shoes and baby clothes and your hair was probably all messy and-"
another sob cuts you off, and he stares at you like this is the dumbest thing hes ever heard in his life.
"you wakin me up cryin' over baby me?" he asks flatly, and you nod miserably against his chest.
"Its cute." you whisper.
a rough groan leaves him while he drops his head back against the pillow, already exhausted.
"you probably had little overalls," you mumble sadly, clutching onto him tighter. "and little baby sneakers."
"I had sandals," he mutters without thinking.
that literally does it. your face crumples instantly and you actually let out a broken little sob into his chest like that information physically wounded you.
"oh my god," you cry. "tiny baby sandals!?"
toji almost immediately regrets speaking.
"you were somebodys tiny baby," you mumblr into his shirt. "with sandals."
he still pulls you closer anyway, his big arms wrapping around you while you stay curled against his chest mourning the fact that this huge and rough grown man was once a little kid, and toji just lays there holding you with the flattest expression imaginable while his hand rubs slow circles into your back.
jesus christ.
a/n: its the way my baby fever is SO BAD RIGHT NOW LIKE ALL MY FICS ARE ABOUT BABIES😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WANT ONE. also i dunno why i said sandals i just did okay. Im writing yk im getting back on that grind, im ready to post everyday maybe (if i can be asked to write on my phone at work)
This is why I created Cvnt! Reader, she will be explicitly a thick girly who's over 5’4 and she will NOT be insecure she will be a confident bad bitch with her triple XL, double Ds, and getting dicked down cause that's who we are as freaky thick girls.
Summary: Cam finally gets a hold of the quiet girl after a game.
Warnings: 18+ smut. cameron cade x black!OC
Author's Note: I literally wrote this on my lunch break at work, enjoy whores! 🩵
MASTERLIST
The girl who’d ignore him around campus. The one who would roll her eyes when he winked at her. The girl who swore she would never mess with an athlete because they’re too dense. Wasn’t singing the same tune in the backseat of Cam’s car.
“Yeah, swallow that dick.”
Moans and gurgling sounds came from her throat. She sat on the floor of his car, kneeling in front of him. He held the top of her head as he pushed her down on his dick. He held her there, squeezing his ass cheeks to push himself deeper just to feel the tightness of her throat. When she gagged, he pulled her up and watched the pools of spit pour from her lips onto his tip.
“Damn girl,’ Cam said with a smirk on his face. ‘thought you hated me?”
Her eyes shot up to his for a split second before she went back to sucking his dick. Her pink lipgloss was long gone, lip liner nonexistent and her glasses were hanging on the tip of her nose. She didn’t have any response for him.
‘It’s always the ones with the glasses’ that one line played in his head as he watched her go to work. He let her head go and rested them on the back of his head. Fingers interlocked, he stared directly out of the windshield as he basked in this pleasure that the quiet girl was providing him.
Chelsea wrapped her hands around his long shaft, twisting them in opposite directions while sucking the head. The browns of her eyes had disappeared into her head. She was enjoying herself just as much as he was enjoying her.
“Fuck Chels.” He groaned as he looked down at her. His hands slid down the sides of his face in disbelief.
Finally dropping his hands down to his sides, he tilted his head to get a better view of her.
She slid one hand under his balls and lifted them until they pressed against his shaft. Swallowing him whole, she sucked his dick while running her tongue across his sack every time her head dipped.
Cam’s head dropped down, chin resting against his chest. He was speechless. Usually the girls would need a little instruction but Chelsea wasn’t new to this. He wasn’t the first athlete she had fooled and he wouldn’t be the last.
Running her thumb against the sensitive spot underneath his balls, she lifted her eyes to watch his face. His mouth was open, eyes rolling, eyebrows lifted. ‘Got him’. She thought.
Cam had all the control in the beginning; fucking her face, calling her all kinds of sluts and holding her still until she begged to come up for air. But now he was dead silent. Oh how the tables turn…
Deepthroating him one last time, she gagged herself and stuck her tongue out to let the build up drip slowly onto his dick. She sat up, wiping her face with the back of her hand and climbed onto the seat.
His eyes finally fluttered open and followed her face as she straddled him. She didn’t need any instruction from him, she knew what she wanted and how she wanted it.
She hiked her pleated skirt up and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. In no need of a spit start, she slid down on his dick, biting her lip in satisfaction. His eyes were still on her. Head back against the head rest, he sighed from the warm, tight feeling of her pussy.
“Shit.” He spat. He knew he wasn’t gonna last long.
Chelsea started bouncing up and down, feeling the pools of spit she left around the base of his dick cling to her ass. She was already so wet from sucking his dick, the spit just added extra slip.
“Grab my ass.” She demanded.
Cam did as he was told, reaching under her legs to cup her thick ass in both hands. He pushed her up and down, somewhat assisting her in riding his dick.
The muffled sounds of college students walking to their cars filled their ears. Neither one of them budged, they were ready in too deep to give a fuck.
“Your windows tinted?” She asked.
“Mhm.” He barely managed.
She smiled at his response. It wasn’t what he said but how he struggled to get it out.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He spoke, still watching her face as she fucked him.
“I know.”
She stared down at him, loving the trance he seemed to be in. The way he stared at her as if he had been waiting for someone to come along and fuck him like this caused her to giggle. He looked so sweet and helpless.
Cam had allowed himself to slip into a trance. He was supposed to be fucking her, instructing her on what to do. Assuming she had no experience.
He was sadly mistaken…
Chelsea placed her hand under his chin, gripping his jaw. Pushing his head back, she kissed him in between words.
“Your girlfriends fuck you like this?” She asked, smirking at the defeated look on his face.
“Uh un.” He moaned into her mouth.
“They’re not smart either, why you fucking ‘nem?”
“I- I don’t kn-know.” He replied, feeling his dick twitch inside of her.
The way she was talking to him had the abs on his stomach flexing. There was no way he was gonna cum this early. He tried to fight off the feeling. Taking his eyes off of her for a split second, he stared up at the car ceiling. He was trying his hardest to think about something random to stop himself from cumming.
How was he gonna tell his boys that nerdy girl made him cum so quick? He was supposed to be handling his business.
But Chels knew what she was doing, she was no amateur.
“I know you wanna cum, I can feel it.” She said, placing kisses against his jawline.
His eyes finally closed. His hands were still on her ass but they were just resting there.
All of his strength, gone.
She bounced on his dick with a bit more force, speeding up to pull as much cum from him as she could.
“Oh fuck.” He said, feeling his own climax rising.
“You’re gonna cum in my pussy and then you’re gonna watch it drip out of me, okay?”
“‘Kay.” He responded instantly.
Chelsea continued to fuck him until she felt his nails dig into her ass. Licking his jawline up to his ear, she traced it before dipping her tongue in. That was it for him.
“Ohhhhh.” He moaned as shots of cum filled her. She kept riding, making sure to get all of him until he had none left to give.
After a few more bounces, she stopped herself, sitting all the way down on his dick as he finished cumming. His moans were the only thing heard in the quiet car. She felt his body jerk underneath her, signaling just how much he was coming. Still kissing his ear, she sat for a few more seconds until his body went limp and his hand fell to his sides.
She sat up and kissed his lips before pushing herself off of him and leaning back onto the armrest. Spreading her legs, she placed each of her feet on the car seats right next to his hands. Using her fingers to spread her pussy lips, she looked down and then up at him to see him watching.
His chest rose rapidly as he watched his cum drip from her pussy down the crack of her ass. The sight alone made his dick semi hard again. He followed her fingers as they slid down. When she used them to collect some of his cum then placed it on the center of her tongue, his dick jumped against his thigh.
Chelsea smirked at him, sucking her fingers clean and sticking her tongue out to show him that it was all gone. She closed her legs and fixed her skirt before turning to grab her bag out of the front seat.
“We should link up again.” Cam said in between breaths, still stuck in the position she left him in.
“Nope.” She said, popping her lips. She exited the car and left him in his backseat, good and fucked.
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