( 𝐗𝐗𝐈 ) ─── You gon get enough of pissing Smoke off.
⤷ ┃18+ drabble. black!reader. submissive!reader. bratty!crybaby!reader. mean!smoke. older!smoke. modern!smoke. rough!smoke. sexual themes. profanity used. size kink. forced riding. degrading. choking. bodily fluids—spitting. crying kink. pussy slapping. overstimulation. dirty talk. this is filthy .. don’t read if you not ready!
“You can’t take it, huh?” Smoke grunted, voice all gravel and vicious behind your ear. “That’s what all this squirming about?” Your thighs were already shaking and he hadn’t even bottomed out yet. You were straddling him in the middle of the living room, knees spread wide on the rough denim of his jeans, pussy split and dripping down the thick head of his dick like it was leaking for mercy and forgiveness.
He was leaned back into the couch, thighs spread, arms thrown lazily over the backrest like he had all night to watch you try and fail—to take his dick.
The problem was…Elijah Moore had the kind of dick that made your pussy stupid. Fat. Girthy. Veiny. Heavy in your hand. The kind of thick that made your walls burn before you even sat all the way down. Your lips had to stretch wide just to suck the tip. And your pussy clenched at the idea of it. You could barely get halfway before your breath caught and your hips stalled from the pressure.
And he was loving that. “Aww,” he mocked, one hand coming up to grip your throat as you whined again, hips trembling mid-drop. “Poor baby crying. Can’t fit grown man dick in that tight hole, huh?” You sniffled, fat lips parted, tears threatening to spill.
He gave your cheek a slap—not hard, just enough to make you gasp. “Don’t you fuckin cry now girl. You was talkin all that sweet shit earlier. Had all that attitude, walkin around my house damn near naked, beggin for attention.” You tried to rock your hips again. Barely made it an inch before your pussy clamped down hard. It was too much—too deep. Too wide. You could feel every inch of him splitting you open.
Smoke grabbed your waist with both hands, digging his thick fingers into your soft sides.“You don’t get to tap out on me,” he growled, eyes low. “Not when you got this sloppy ass drippin all over my jeans.” He forced your hips down a little more—slow, delicate, just enough for another inch to sink inside.
You cried out, head falling against his shoulder. “Elijah—” “What?” he barked. “Say it. Say you can’t take this dick.” “I can’t,” you whimpered. “I c-can’t take it, it’s too—” “Too fuckin what?” he hissed, grabbing your face in one hand and squeezing your cheeks. “Too big? Too thick for your greedy ass pussy? Then why’s she suckin me in like she missed me?”
He slapped your ass hard, once, then again—and bounced you on his lap without mercy. You screamed, legs flailing as he bottomed you out in one cruel motion. “Oh my God—” “That’s it,” he grunted, holding you there while your pussy pulsed and struggled around the stretch. “Take all of it. Cry on it. Sit that heavy fuckin ass down and milk my dick like the bratty bitch you is.”
You could barely breathe. Could barely think. His dick was everywhere—pressing against your gummy walls, knocking the air out of your lungs, rubbing so deep it felt like it was in your guts—hell he was in your guts.
Smoke grabbed your throat again and spat in your mouth. “Swallow it.” You did. Gasping. Shaking. He pulled your shirt up—just enough to expose your titties—and shoved one into his mouth, biting the soft flesh just hard enough to make you jolt. “Look at you,” he muttered against your skin. “Full of attitude, always runnin your smart ass mouth. But sit on some real dick and now you cryin. Fallin apart like a spoiled brat.”
You nodded, fucked-out and drooling, fat tears finally spilling down your face. “Say thank you.”“Th-Thank you, Elijah.” He slapped your swollen clit once. Then again. “Louder.” “Thank you, Elijah!” And he just laughed, licking his thumb and rubbing circles around your puffy clit while your body bucked like it couldn’t take anymore. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered. “Now ride it til I say you done.”
( 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐘’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ) ─── oh my god! who wrote this?? i may or may not have been listening to ego by beyonce. @/viviansturns on the dividers!
