caught mid-vibe
cw: fanum x black!reader, slightttt chubby!reader, masturbation [f receiving], pussy eating, raw p in v, toe suckinggg oops exposed, just nasty nasty nasty, dirtay talkin, BIG BOY vibe
an: i’m actually so sick for this nigga i wanna tackle him every time i see him on my screen
you swear you were trying to be patient.
he’d been streaming nonstop this week—events, collabs, a few marathon nights with kai and duke, content deadlines piling up.
and you? you just came off your damn period, hallelu!! howeverrr, it bad been awhile since any action came your way. you were kind of a mess hormones flaring. ovulating. needy.
the everything was making you throb recently. his voice from down the hall. his cologne lingering on the hoodie you were curled up in. the memory of the last time he really touched you.
so you figure… fuck it. just a quick one. you’re grown for fucks sake. you’re a big girl…. you can take care of yourself.
you crawl into his bed, grabbing your phone, nothing on but his hoodie and some panties. you click on twitter, dim the brightness, and slide a hand into your panties — already slick from the two seconds your boyfriend came in to grab his damn headset.
you not gonna go crazy or anything. just a lil relief before he’s done yelling “LOCK THE FUCK IN, CHAT” down the hallway.
but sadly, you don’t even hear the footsteps. and you definitely don’t notice the door swinging open until it’s wayyyy too late.
SLAM.
“YO—baby, you seen my—”, he stops in his tracks. you freeze too. your hand? still between your thighs, phone hanging in the other, just low enough for the screen to be visible.
he stands frozen in the doorway, jaw hanging down like fuckin bugs bunny, eyes locked on your soft brown legs spread across the sheets, hoodie bunched around your hips, panties pushed to the side, glistening pussy on display. you could hear his durag drop.
you blink, lips parted, no clue what the fuck hes about to say, “…bae—”. and then he just smirks. slow. wicked. walks in with a smugness about him and locking the door with a click.
“ooohhh, reallyyyy?”
you scramble upright. too shocked to know whether to apologize or stand on it, “waittttt—i didn’t know you was gonna—”
he creeps closer to the bed, pulling off his headset and tossing it on the chair without so much as a glance. “you was just gon’ start without me, ma?”
you swallow, mouth suddenly dryer than a bitch, a little scared of the look in his eye “i—i didn’t— bae—”
“didn’t what?” he’s muchhh closer now, his big frame dwarfing you over the bed. “didn’t think it mattered? didn’t mean to be laid out in my hoodie, tryna bust a nut like i don’t live here?”
you try to speak, but he’s already grabbing your ankle, and dragging you down the mattress until your ass is at the very edge of the bed.
hes yanking your legs apart, eyes dropping to your bare, slick folds. he can feel the heat coming off you from where hes standing, and its got his heart beating fast as fuck. he groans with his whole chest.
“mm-mm,” he shaking his head, tsking, quickly pulling your panties off the rest of the way. “now I gotta top whatever had you wilin'.”
he kneels. grabs one leg, and drapes it over his shoulder almost too easily. he spits on your pussy like it’s his. then that mf dives TF in, tongue first, and you basically scream — LOUD.
his mouth is so hot, tongue swirling so slow, deep, then fast as hell, like he’s making up for every hour you waited. like he’s fuckin offended you didn’t call for him.
he’s groaning into it. slurping. playin with his food. sucking your clit like a damn vacuum. his hand slips under your hoodie and grabs your soft belly, holding you down while you twitch and shake — moaning like you're possessed.
“mhmm. you ain’t need that video,” he murmurs against your folds. “you needed me.” you groan at that, arching into his mouth, "fuck— i didddd."
you cum so hard you almost lift fully off the mattress, both hands on his braids, pillowy thighs squeezing tight around his head.
but of course he doesn’t stop. he rides your orgasm out with his mouth still locked on you like glue, slurping up every drop, licking your clit like its for him, only letting up when you’re whining and pushing at his forehead.
he stands, grinning. licking his lips, like he only does when the food was too good, pulling his shirt off. “i told yo ass to wait for me.”
you dont even respond, too dazed. legs trembling. still clutching the sheets. then he flips you over, with a strength you ain't even know he has. you're face down. ass all the way up.
your — his — hoodie still on, all twisted at the waist. panties probably slung on his monitor. he drops his sweats justttt enough. you feel his belly brush your back first, that thick, heavy weight of him grinding up against your ass.
“still wet?” he mutters, dragging the head of his dick between your folds. “yeahhh, why wouldn't yo ass be..” he chuckles, sliding in slow and DEEP.
you can't help but sob into the pillow, feeling so stuffed. he moans behind you. “shit… pussy too good. hits the spot.”
his thrusts are heavy, full-body type, all his weight behind them, shaking the bed frame. his hands grip your waist, then slide down to your ass like he can't help it—grabbing, smacking, massaging between thrusts.
you feel his belly slap against your ass with every stroke, shoved up the bed with the force of a fully grown man.
“you needed this dick that bad, huh?” he pants. “couldn’t wait? had to fuck ya’self while i’m right down the hall like i ain’t been dreaming about this pussy all day?”
you try to answer but all you get out is “i— fuckkkkk— m' myGod—”
he pulls you up by the back of the hoodie, and holds you against his chest while still stroking deep into you from behind, his belly clapping up against your booty. he got one hand massaging your tit under the hoodie, rolling your stiff nipple in between his scorching hot hands. the other is around your throat, lips kissing at your jaw.
“y’know i gotchu, right?” he breathes. “anytime. any fucking place.” all the sudden you're completely empty, flipping onto your back. throwin' both legs up on his shoulders. hes folding you in half. “yeah— gotta remind you who this pussy belong to.”
he starts stroking even deeper now. slow but fucking brutal. you’re clawing at the sheets, crying, his belly pressing into yours like a bumper with every thrust, the bed audibly creaking beneath y'all.
he leans down and sucks at your pebbled buds like he needs them,. then hes leaning back up to wrap his lips around your toes. nasty. loud. sloppy. “unnhh— bae—please—i can’t—” completely unable to get more than a few words out around the punching of his dick reaching a place you could never.
“you got it mami—" he moans, pace picking up, practically chasing your pussy up the bed, “yeah— you got it—”. you cum again. he grins like a mad man. blown pupils locked on your face.
“you gon’ try that shit again, ma?” he asks, breathless. “you gon’ lay up in my bed with your hand in your panties while i’m two rooms over?”
you shake your head, still trembling. he laughs, softly nodding his head. “yeah… s' what i fuckin' thought.”. then he's leaning over to put your toes in his mouth some more. nasty. loud. sloppy.
hes slurping like he ain't just had your legs shaking from the deepest dick you’ve ever taken. his eyes flick up while your manicured toes flex against his tongue. you groan, breathless watching his tongue slip in between them.
“oh— i got you moanin’ from that?” he grins against your foot. “you such a nasty girl for me.” he laughs, his free hand smoothing over your sensitive nipples and down over your supple tummy.
you whimper, face flushed, breath ragged. “baby… i swear to God i can’t—”
he laughs. like you actually cracked a joke. “ma,” he pants, tongue still flicking at the tip of your toe, “you ain’t done. not yet at least.”
he drops your legs and slides out. you bite back a sob at the loss of him inside you. but before you can catch your breath—he flips you again. face smushed into the sheets. again.
he grabs a handful of all that ass, spreads you open with both hands, and spits. nasty and thick. it drips right down your folds— you can feel it— right over your clit, and he rubs it in with two thick fingers. slowly. teasing. like he knows hes doing it justtt right.
“wanted it so bad you fuckin' started without me,” he mutters, low. dangerous. “so now i'ma give it to you until you forget what the fuck you was even watchin’.”
he's sliding back in. and fucks you like it’s what he actually came upstairs to do. no build-up, no restraint. just deep, hungry, punishing strokes. clap. clap. clap.
your pussy's queefing around him, your face pressed into the sheets, drooling, tears wetting the pillow. he grabs your arms and pins them behind your back with one hand, the other pressing on the small of your back to arch you deeper.
“you feel that?” he growls. “feel how deep i'm in you? that’s exactly what you was missin’, huh?”. you cry into the mattress, hiccuping from the pressure, cramping somewhere you can't identify.
“say it.” he breathes, drilling you harder.
“i—i needed it, bae, i swear—”
“you need me,” he snarls, leaning down, teeth brushing your ear. “not no video. not no toys. me.” his hands are everywhere, squeezing at your booty, at your tits, tweaking your nipples, running down your back.
you nod frantically. “i need you—i do—”
he grabs your throat from behind, pulls you up again, his body flushed to your back, his stomach heavy and hot against you. he reaches around and starts rubbing your clit again, panting, mouthing at your shoulder.
its not soft. not teasing. its the most purposeful pressure you've ever felt. “you gon’ cum on this dick again,” he breathes, voice hot over your ear. “and you not gon’ stop til i tell you to.”. your moans fall the fuck apart. you’re begging now. pleading with him. that tight coil in your stomach threatening to snap again.
and it does. quick as fuck. you scream his name as you cum so hard your body jerks in his grip. seizing up, legs trembling, whole body wracked.
and his ass still doesn’t pull out. he strokes you through it. rubs you through it, so much pressure on your poor overstimulated clit. your hands scramble for some part of him—anything—to hold onto.
“shit…” he moans, slowing his harsh thrusts just enough to let your brain reboot. “you came so hard you almost ran from me.”
you try to speak. can’t get a word out, still so full, so you just sigh. he grins. “yeah… keep tryna do this shit without me... see how that works out.” he chokes out still fucking thrusting, like his life depends on it. then finally—finally— he cums with a deep, broken growl.
he slams in one last time, buried so deep you swear you feel it in your chest, his belly fitted into the deep arch in your back. you catch your breath as you feel the warmth fill you, and drip out so thick. he leans over, lips brushing your shoulder. still twitching inside you.
“now you're done.”
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