Fratboy! Sukuna who keeps you by his side at any parties he goes to.
He's usually the type to sit and just lean against the wall, drink in his hand while the music is bumping. He's known for having guys and girls alike by his side trying to get his attention all night. Who wouldn't want to be with him? Over six foot, known around the school, big as hell, covered in tattoos and piercings, everything about him just gave off sex appeal. The problem was he wanted you, you and no one else. It wasn't even a hidden fact either because at every frat party he was all up on you. Either standing behind you while you danced or holding you drink for you so you could talk with your friend. You made him your little personal errand boy.
Once he got with you, he never let you stray too far from him while at these parties. Dark heavy gaze followed wherever you went because he was obsessed with you. Now he lurked in the corner with his boys but kept you on his lap to talk to. You wanted to dance? That's fine, just make it in eyesight. You wanna go off with your friends? Cool, he'll be checking on y'all though because he knows how these parties can be. When it was just you two on the couch, he was clingy as fuck. Touching on your thighs, kissing your neck while telling you how good you looked, rubbing his thumb against your temple to soothe any relief or keep any chance of a migraine from the music and alcohol coming. Sukuna was obsessed with you.
“f-fuck—’con! get offa meeemmh!” you whine in half-complaint, half-pleasure when he has you flat on your back, clothes discarded fresh off the wake up. you were in deep sleep less than 10 minutes ago but connie woke up with a craving knowing you were freshly waxed and always warm and dripping wet in the AM.
you cannot be freshly waxed around connie—it’s basically a death sentence. that little ‘no sex for 24-hours’ warning your waxer gave you? your eater of a boyfriend couldn’t care any less. not one bit. don’t get him wrong though—connie loves you no matter what. shaved, grown out, untouched. he’s never been picky about that. but when that 6 week appointment hits and your chubby folds are soft, letting him get a clear view of the sensitive bundle of nerves calling his name—he’d tug your panties down right outside the shop again if you’d let him, eating like he lives and breathes for it. your pussy is connie’s therapy. basically.
that’s why the sun barely had a chance to rise before he had you a moaning mess, your body responding before your brain could catch up. the heat pooling between you had him grinning with your whole pussy filling his mouth. the bottom half drenched in your creamy arousal while he presses his tongue flat on your throbbing clit. nasty ‘slp, slp, sllp, slrp’ sounds filled the room as you thrashed around the bed with a muffled “stop movin’” vibrating against you as he follows you wherever you go. your pussy is loud at this point—you know almost a hundred percent it can be heard from the other room.
“pa—you—need t’—stop—this—shiittt!” you gasp, voice breaking between moans and frustration as your long nails claw through his bleached buzzcut. a sigh falls from your lips when you feel him finally ease up only for the pads of his fingertips to land precisely on your clit, the mixture of his spit and your cum making the delicious friction slippery. connie’s bottom lip disappears between his teeth while you attempt and fail to catch your breath while his fingers perfectly fit between your fat pussy lips. your legs instinctively close around him as he rubs faster which was apparently the last straw the way one of his built arms pushed one of your legs to your chest—fully exposing you again before he decides to start repeatedly slapping the cum out of your swollen cunt. “what i tell you? keep movin’ like you don’t love me abusin’ her.” you grow embarrassed when he calls you out while he watches you grow wetter, legs trembling every slap before you reach for his hand. “let me make connie baby cream, ‘m almost done.”
a/n: woke up with the head cannon that connie loves freshly waxed pussy…anyways happy monday!
PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!plus-sized!reader
SUMMARY: in which Cameron’s cocky attitude gets the best of him and he swears up and down he can handle you and your size, so you decide to see it through because you’re sure you’ll prove him wrong. little do you know, your opinion is far from fact. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by this TikTok & the comment section + the clip of Tyriq saying “i like my women like i like my weights: heavy.” 🤭
“ooh, wassup, big mama?” the sound of Cameron’s voice echoing throughout the dining hall made you pause before you could lift your fork to your lips and you let out a laugh, your head raising and your eyes locking on an enthusiastic Cameron Cade approaching you and your best friend Sierra’s table.
“you always this loud or you just happy to see me for some odd reason?” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as you let go of your fork and let it rest in his plate, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms.
“both. you should know that by now,” Sierra answered your question before Cameron could even open his mouth, a knowing smirk crossing her face while she stood up from her seat and grabbed her backpack before picking up her empty plate and cup, “but i’ma leave y’all alone so i ain’t third-wheelin’ or nothin’.”
Sierra winked at you before disappearing off into the crowd of college students searching the dining hall for a good meal, making you chuckle as you watched Cameron take Sierra’s seat and sit down in front of you.
“anyways, now that yo’ guard dog gone, wassup wit’ you? you comin’ to the game this Saturday?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you snorted at him referring to Sierra as your guard dog and you shook your head at his antics, a soft chuckle falling from your lips while you picked up your fork.
“i’m thinkin’ about it,” you admitted as you stuck your fork in the middle of your plate of pasta and twirled some noodles onto the utensil, “why, you want me there or somethin’?”
“of course i want you there, that’s why i asked,” Cameron grinned a little as he watched you take a bite of your pasta, “you know i need big mama there as my good luck charm, girl.”
you laughed at his words and nearly choked on your pasta as you shielded your mouth with your palm while you chewed and eventually swallowed your food, running your tongue over your lips before speaking, “Cam, i told you to stop callin’ me that shit.”
“stop playin’ like youn’ like when i call you that. know yo’ ass be blushin’ when i ain’t around to see it,” Cameron cockily smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes and removed your makeshift shield from your mouth, “speakin’ of ‘stop playin’, when you finally gon’ stop playin’ with me and give me a chance?”
you raised an eyebrow in amusement and picked up your cup filled with Coca-Cola, taking a sip it from your straw before sitting it back down, “Cam, you not serious.”
“how i’m not?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms.
“because you know damn well i’m practically twice your size. you like a lil’ nigga compared to me,” you chuckled as you gestured between your size and his with your index finger, “i could literally break you, Cameron.”
“and you think that’s ‘posed to steer me away from you or some shit?” Cameron chuckled in amusement as he eyed you up and down and licked his lips at the sight of your big breasts sitting up through your top before his colored eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, “i know what i want and i know what i’m gettin’ myself into. i ain’t no lil’ nigga, shawty.”
a look of surprise mixed with amusement crossed your face and you chuckled as you crossed your arms and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth, “wanna make a wager then?”
“shit, c’mon.” Cameron smirked as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, eagerness and curiosity evident in his demeanor.
“if you make five touchdowns at this Saturday’s game then i’ll consider your everlasting desire to pursue me. how that sound?” you asked, grinning, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron’s smirk widened while he leaned back into his chair again and adjusted his hips.
“so that means you comin’ to the game this Saturday, right?”
“duh, Cam.”
“a’ight. then, that’s a bet, big mama.”
if you knew Cameron was gonna show his ass at that game, you would’ve upped the ante to an unrealistic number of touchdowns. you were sure he’d still find some way of try to reach it, though.
as the football game came to an end, Cameron managed to score seven touchdowns, and you already knew his ego was boosted higher than it already was, but you honestly might not be able to tell the difference since he was always cocky as hell with everything he did and said.
“you think if you would’ve said 20 touchdowns instead of 5 that he would’ve made that many?” Sierra asked, laughing, as she turned her head and looked over at you, earning a soft snort from you while you met her gaze.
“if i said 20, his ass would’ve aimed for 38,” you laughed heartily as Sierra laughed with you and she shook her head before the sound of the buzzer from the scoreboard caught both of your attentions, indicating the end of the fourth quarter and therefore the end of the game, “guess i’ll go down there and congratulate him then, huh?”
“fuck that, give him some postgame pussy,” Sierra grinned mischievously with a chortle as the two of you simultaneously stood up from your seats on the bleachers, “i’m sure he lookin’ for big mama right now, so get yo’ ass down on that field.”
“i wish y’all asses would stop callin’ me big mama,” you laughed as you playfully smacked Sierra’s arm and the two of you started walking down the staircase in the aisle, descending from your high seats, “and i’m not givin’ him no postgame pussy, Sierra, don’t piss me off.”
“yeah, yeah, make sure to let me know how the dick was tomorrow, boo! love you!” Sierra called out with a smile as she walked away from you and looked over her shoulder to blow you a kiss while she headed off the exit, making you laugh while you shook your head and ultimately grinned.
“annoyin’ ass.” you chuckled to yourself before following the crowd and walking off of the bleachers, heading to the field and searching for the one and only Cameron Cade.
after searching for a few minutes, you eventually stumbled across Cameron, his back facing you while he talked to someone in front of him. grinning a little, you walked over to him and made sure to keep your footsteps quiet as you tugged on the hem of his jersey with both hands and Cameron’s head instantly swiveled around, his eyes landing on you while he smacked his lips.
“you childish as hell,” Cameron chuckled, cracking a smile, as you laughed and watched him turn around to face you, his 6’5” stature towering over you while he held his helmet in one of his hands, “you look good, big mama.”
you dressed in a simple black cropped sweater that stopped underneath your breasts and some high-waisted jeans that emphasized the curve of your ass and the thickness of your thighs. your braids were pulled back in a low ponytail and you left one braid on each side down in the front to add to your hairstyle. your lip combo was perfectly applied and smoothed across your lips, no smudge in sight.
if you two weren’t in public, Cameron would’ve pounced on you the moment he saw you.
“thank you, Cam,” you smiled, adjusting your purse on your shoulder, as Cameron smirked a little and nodded his head, “you did good tonight, by the way. out there puttin’ belt to ass and leavin’ niggas on the ground.”
“aye, tell ‘em come pick they dead homies up, you feel me?” Cameron smirked, proudly nodding his head, as he started flexing his biceps and your smile widened, his antics making you laugh, “and ain’t nobody forgot about that bet we made earlier this week either. you said five touchdowns and i went the extra mile just to make two mo’.”
“so you made two extra touchdowns just for me?” you asked in amusement as Cameron smirked proudly and nodded his head, “i’m impressed, Cam.”
“i needed you to know how serious i was about that bet. how serious i am about you,” Cameron’s voice lowered and he took a step closer to you as he reached up and cupped your jaw with his unoccupied hand, his thumb gently pressing against your cheek, “you gon’ stop playin’ and let a nigga get to know you, big mama?”
as hard as you tried to fight it, you couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread across your face and you let out a soft laugh as you studied his eyes and slowly nodded your head, “i guess you earned it after everything you did tonight. don’t let it go to yo’ head, though.”
“mhm, lemme’ come see you tonight then,” Cameron said lowly as he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, “you stay on campus, don’t you?”
“yeah,” you answered, your voice unusually soft, as you slightly nodded, “i stay in that apartment building by the dining hall.”
“what room you stay in?”
“234.”
“bet. i’ma slide through there after this, a’ight? don’t go to sleep on me.”
“better hurry yo’ ass over to that building and i won’t.”
once you made it back to your apartment, you showered and changed into something more comfortable, which just so happened to be your pajamas. you wore a baby pink matching set that contained a button-up top that emphasized the fullness of your breasts and some shorts that your thick thighs ate up with every step you took. you were grateful the shorts were made of comfortable material or else you would’ve taken them off for constantly turning into panties every time you walked.
your braids were free from its ponytail and cascaded down your back and your lips were free from your lip combo, but they still held some shine since you put on some clear lip oil to keep them moisturized. speaking of moisturized, your body was just as moisturized as your lips were, your limbs coated in cocoa butter with your favorite scent of perfume on your pajamas mixing with the faint cocoa smell.
you didn’t do all that for Cameron, though, that was just how your nightly routine always went. you’d shower, dry off, moisturize, get dressed, and spray on some perfume before heading to your bedroom, and you’ve done it every night since you were a teen.
however, you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t double-check your appearance before leaving your bathroom.
you sat on the couch occupied on your phone with your TV softly playing “The Jamie Foxx Show” in the background, a lit-up candle with your favorite scent sitting in the middle of the coffee table and creating a cozy atmosphere. you were trying to distract yourself so you wouldn’t focus on the impending appearance of Cameron at your door, but it honestly wasn’t working.
you were nervous and you hated it, but you couldn’t help it. this would be the first time you and him would be alone together and you didn’t know what to expect from him, other than his casual flirting, of course.
before you could continue overthinking in anticipation about what was to come, three knocks sounded off your door and you raised your head from your phone as your eyes averted towards your door, your mind already knowing who could be at your door at almost 11 PM.
getting up from the couch, you sat your phone down and adjusted your shorts as you walked towards the door, unlocking it before pulling it open. your eyes landed on none other than Cameron Cade, who was standing at your door in a grey Nike tech with grey Nike sweatpants to match, his hood resting on his head while you caught a glimpse of the white tee under his partially zipped-up jacket. his cologne filled your nose as he stood in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his signature smirk on his face while his colored eyes traveled over you.
“‘bout time you got here.” you joked, a small grin creeping onto your face, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, a soft chuckle falling from his lips while he stepped inside your apartment.
“if you missed a nigga or some, that’s all you had to say, big mama,” Cameron smirked, pulling his hood off of his head, as you playfully rolled your eyes and your grin slightly widened while you shut and locked the door behind him, “yo’ roommate here?”
“nah, Sierra gone for the night. she don’t usually come back after football games.” you answered as the two of you entered the living room and walked towards the couch.
“damn, she yo’ roommate, too? that’s yo’ guard dog, fo’real.” Cameron laughed in amusement as you smacked your lips and laughed with him while the two of you sat down on your couch.
“stop callin’ her that, she damn near like my sister,” you chuckled as you leaned forward and sat your phone on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, “even if she is annoyin’ sometimes.”
“sometimes?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you like you had two heads, making you snort before bursting out laughing.
“alright, Cam, damn, not too much on my girl!” you laughed as Cameron laughed and his lips curled up into a grin while he raised his hands in surrender.
“a’ight, a’ight, i’ll leave yo’ guard dog— i mean, yo’ best friend alone,” Cameron chuckled as he smirked a little and unexpectedly grabbed your thick legs, pulling them across his lap while he adjusted his hips into a manspread, “i should be focusin’ on the reason i’m over here anyway.”
your eyebrows raised at his action but you didn’t move. in fact, you adjusted your legs on his lap to make them more comfortable instead of pulling them off of him, making his smirk widen once he sensed your compliance.
“so what’s the reason you over here?” you rhetorically asked, grinning a little, as Cameron smacked his lips and gave you a knowing look, his hand resting on top of your knee while his other arm rested on the back of the couch behind your head.
“play crazy if you want to,” Cameron chuckled softly, shaking his head a little, as you laughed and your grin widened, “you know i’m here for yo’ pretty ass, girl.”
“i actually got a question, Cam.” you admitted as you shifted a little and turned to face him, keeping your legs draped across his lap.
“wassup?” Cameron asked, his voice low, as his thumb stroked your knee and his eyes remained fixated on yours, not once looking away from your face.
“why you want me outta’ all the girls here? like, it be bitches throwin’ themselves at you on the regular and you still be all up on me like youn’ see ‘em.” you inquired, curiosity in your tone, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron chuckled, a smirk resting on his face.
“what, you think i’m easy or some shit?” Cameron asked, feigning offense, as his eyebrows furrowed and you laughed, rolling your eyes at his interpretation.
“you know damn well that’s not what i was implyin’, nigga.” you laughed as Cameron smiled at you before laughing with you.
“i know it ain’t, i just like fuckin’ with you,” Cameron cockily grinned as he gently squeezed your knee, “here’s the thing though, them bitches only want me ‘cause i look good and i’m a good ass athlete. they don’t want nothin’ serious with me fo’real, they just wanna fuck me and brag about it in they lil’ group-chats. i don’t know about the rest of these niggas, but i ain’t ‘bout to just fuck any girl that’s throwin’ pussy at me, you feel me?”
“you ain’t like them. you smart as hell and got your priorities straight. you pretty as fuck and you nice ass company, too. it feel good talkin’ to a girl who got gears turnin’ in her head for once,” Cameron grinned, making you laugh at his comment while you smiled at him, “i ain’t tryna’ go on no ‘you just different’ ass rant like the rest of these lame ass niggas do, but i’m on you ‘cause you real. you one of the realest people i know and that shit attractive as hell. you probably one of the only girls on campus that ain’t easy ‘cause you be curvin’ the fuck outta’ me.”
“clearly you don’t give a damn about me curvin’ you ‘cause that never stopped you from flirtin’ with me.” you laughed as you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, earning a chuckle from Cameron while he smirked at you.
“i’m glad i ain’t stop ‘cause look where it got me,” Cameron cockily smirked as he gently squeezed your knee again and his arm behind your head moved from the couch to the back of your neck, his hand making contact with your shoulder and slightly pulling you closer, “got me in yo’ apartment sittin’ on yo’ couch with them legs in my lap.”
you were now hyperaware of how close you and him had gotten since you started talking, and it only clicked once his cologne started flooding your nostrils again. the room filled with comfortable silence after Cameron’s words, the only sound being the soft advertisements coming from your TV. neither of you looked away from each other, and you honestly felt like you couldn’t because of how intensely he was staring at you.
he was starting to grow on you and you could feel it.
“sit on my lap.” the sound of Cameron’s demand broke you out of the trance his colored eyes had you in and a look of confusion crossed your face as your eyebrows furrowed and you let out a laugh of surprise.
“what?—”
“you heard me,” Cameron murmured as your eyes searched his face and you noticed how serious he was, which silenced the laugh you had brewing in your chest, “c’mere, big mama.”
as much as you hated to admit it, his nickname for you was starting to grow on you just as much as he was. usually when he called you ‘big mama’, you’d laugh or roll your eyes at him, but this time? this time was different.
as soon as the words ‘big mama’ left his mouth, you felt a faint ache between your legs.
reluctantly, you moved from your position on the couch and went to sit on Cameron’s lap like he asked, your thick thighs surrounding both of his while his hands rested on your hips and your hands found his shoulders.
“and don’t hover,” Cameron warned as you met his gaze and sheepishly grinned, knowing that he caught you about to full-on hover atop his lap instead of sitting on it like he wanted, “sit all the way down.”
“Cameron—”
“what i say?” Cameron raised an eyebrow at you and leaned his head back against the back of the couch to get a good look at you, “sit yo’ pretty ass all the way down, girl, i’m not playin’.”
“…i don’t wanna hurt you.” you mumbled, continuing to hover above his lap, as Cameron looked at you in disbelief and laughed in amusement, his grip slightly tightening on your hips.
you weren’t insecure about you weight. you used to be when you were younger, but as you grew up, you found the beauty in yourself and built your confidence up. however, the thought of putting all your weight on someone made you nervous. wouldn’t you be too heavy for them? would that not be an uncomfortable experience for them? would they even be able to fully support your weight? would you end up hurting them in the process?
so many questions would always run through your mind when it came down to sitting on someone’s lap, letting someone pick you up, and letting someone carry you, but Cameron wasn’t trying to hear any of it. he wanted to show you that he could handle you, but you were still hesitant and he noticed it immediately.
“girl, i hip-thrust shit heavier than you and you think you gon’ hurt me?” Cameron asked in amusement, raising his eyebrows, as he gently squeezed your hips, “i’m not gon’ tell you to sit down again ‘cause if i do, i’ma make you.”
your eyebrows raised in surprise at his words and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as you hesitantly lowered yourself down onto Cameron’s lap, making sure not to hover so you didn’t have to listen to another pep-talk.
as you sat your weight on his lap, you started getting comfortable in the new position. truth be told, you’d never trusted anyone enough to sit on their lap before until now, so all of this was new for you. it wasn’t a bad feeling though. it just felt… warm, and it made your stomach flutter a little at the feeling.
“how much do you hip-thrust, Cam?” you asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow, as Cameron chuckled and cockily smirked at you, his thumbs rubbing your hips.
“a lot,” Cameron shrugged, making you smack your lips at his vague answer, “enough to handle you, big mama.”
you smacked your lips again and let out a hearty laugh at his answer, “oh, my God, you lame as fuck.”
“you on my lap, though, so i can’t be too lame, right?” Cameron smirked, raising an eyebrow, as his hands moved from your hips to your ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, making your hands shoot to his forearms.
“don’t push your luck, nigga.” you chuckled as Cameron’s smirk widened and his tilted his head a little, his colored eyes peering up at you mischievously.
“you sittin’ on my lap and you think i ain’t gon’ grab some of that ass?” Cameron chuckled, squeezing your ass again, as your grip tightened on his forearms in response, “you lucky i’m not hard with you sittin’ on me like this.”
your eyebrows raised in surprise — at his words and at the fact that he wasn’t hard — and you watched Cameron’s eyes wander across your body, his gaze moving from your big breasts to your chunky waist and down to your thick hips. his eyes rested there for a moment and occasionally flickered down to where you were seated on his lap, which was honestly starting to make him hard even though he wasn’t before.
the casualness in the atmosphere of the room was gradually shifting into something more and sexual tension was slowly seeping its way into the air, but it didn’t surprise you. you were honestly expecting it the moment he arrived, but it arrived later than you expected.
“Y/N,” the sound of your name coming from Cameron completely caught you off guard, and it was evident in your face. any other time he was referring to you, he’d just call you ‘big mama’, so hearing him say your name wasn’t necessarily a common thing, “can i kiss you?”
“huh?” the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows at Cameron’s question.
“stop playin’ and gimme’ a damn kiss, Y/N,” Cameron chuckled lowly, taking a hand off your hip, as he reached up and gently grabbed your jaw, pulling your face down to his but pausing before his lips could touch yours, “i’m not gon’ kiss you ‘til you let me know i can.”
your eyes lingered in his before flickering down to his lips, practically staring at his mouth while you contemplated the decision you were going to make. honestly, you didn’t think too long or too hard because your lips were on his before you knew it, the two of you kissing passionately while your hands moved upward from his forearms to his biceps.
his hand left your jaw and wrapped around your neck instead, holding it with enough pressure to make you hot and bothered while he deepened the kiss. his other hand remained on your ass and he grabbed a handful of both cheeks as he pushed your hips further down into his lap, making you feel his erection through his sweatpants.
“you feel that?” Cameron murmured against your lips as he purposefully shifted his hips underneath you and made his erection press harder against you, “feel what yo’ pretty ass do to me, big mama?”
“Cameron,” you gasped softly, your voice sounding breathless, as you pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your connected hips before looking back to his face, your eyes searching his, “how… how the hell did you get hard that fast?”
Cameron didn’t say a word, but the wide shit-eating smirk on his face said more than he ever could. his hand left from around your throat and his other hand left your ass as he securely wrapped his arms around you and stood up with you against him, holding you up with ease while his hands shifted to your thighs to properly hold you.
“Cam!” you exclaimed in surprise as you tightly gripped his shoulders and he let out a soft chuckle of amusement at your reaction while he continued holding you like you weighed nothing.
“you done playin’ with me like i can’t handle you?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you looked down at him and reluctantly nodded your head, a smile creeping onto your face.
who were you to keep playing with a fine ass man who was skinner than you yet could lift you like you were as light as a feather?
“okay, you made your point. i ain’t gon’ play with you no more, Cam.” you smiled as Cameron cockily grinned and leaned in, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before pulling back.
“good, now tell me where yo’ room at so i can keep makin’ my point.”
never in a million years did you think you’d finally cave to Cameron’s advances, but here you were now: naked as hell and spread out across your bed while a shirtless Cameron licked you clean from your second orgasm, both of which were caused by that mouth of his.
guess his mouth had other abilities than talking shit.
“fuck,” you breathed out as you watched Cameron rise up from between your thighs, the lower half of his face completely soaked with your cum while he licked his lips, “i ain’t know you could eat pussy like that, Cam.”
“you wasn’t supposed to know,” Cameron chuckled as he climbed off of the bed, “it would’ve ruined the surprise.”
you laughed breathlessly as you watched him undress, your eyes drinking him in while he pulled off his sweatpants and boxers and exposed his dick.
“you got a condom?” Cameron asked as he climbed back onto the bed and hovered above you, his hands beside your head to balance his weight while his necklaces dangled above your face.
“it’s a box in that drawer. don’t ask how many’s in it ‘cause i forgot.” you answered with a small chuckle as you gestured towards your nightstand on the left of you, making Cameron chuckle while he leaned over and pulled open the drawer.
“how many niggas you done had in this room not to remember how many condoms you got left?” Cameron joked, pulling out a condom, as he shut the drawer and you smacked your lips before straight-facing him.
“Cameron, don’t fuckin’ play with me, nigga.” you retorted, a small furrow between your eyebrows, as Cameron met your gaze and he smiled a little, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
“i’m sorry, big mama.” Cameron cooed, pulling the condom out of its wrapper, as he tossed the wrapper onto the floor and rolled the condom onto his dick while you cracked a smile at his apology.
“i’ll accept your apology when you fuck me.” you smirked as Cameron’s eyes instantly flickered up to your face and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“shit, you ain’t gotta’ tell me twice.” Cameron adjusted his body between your legs and his hand gripped one of your chunky thighs to pull your legs further apart as his other hand guided his dick towards your pussy, teasingly sliding the tip against your clit before placing it at your entrance.
he slid in slow, not wanting to rush it or unintentionally hurt you. as he pushed in, your jaw dropped at the stretch his dick was creating inside you, your hands practically clinging to his biceps while his hips continued pushing forward. he stopped once he was halfway in and his eyes searched your face as he looked down at you.
“you good? want me to keep goin’?” Cameron asked softly, intently studying your face, as you let out a heavy breath and slowly nodded your head.
“you… y-you can keep goin’, Cam.” and keep going, he did.
as he pushed further and further, he eventually buried all of his inches inside your walls, a deep groan falling from his lips while his eyebrows furrowed a little.
“fuck, you wet as hell,” Cameron groaned as his hands gripped your thighs and hiked them up to his waist, beginning to slowly rock his hips back and forth, “this pussy so fuckin’ good and i ain’t even been in it for five minutes.”
you moaned at his words and one of your hands left his biceps as you reached up and grabbed his jaw, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. your hands cupped his face and his grip tightened on your thighs as his chest pressed against yours, your hardened nipples brushing up against his skin while you tilted your head and deepened the kiss.
Cameron’s strokes gradually sped up and as they did, your ability to kiss back slowly diminished, your jaw going slack while blissful moans and needy whimpers poured from your parted mouth. Cameron’s eyes flickered open and he stared down at you as he stroked you, his lip tucked between his teeth while he admired your love faces.
“you so pretty, baby. so fuckin’ pretty with this dick inside you,” Cameron murmured as his hands moved from your thighs to the back of your knees and he pulled both of your chunky legs over his shoulders, making you gasp loudly, “shit, you sound even prettier moanin’ for me. you ain’t ever gettin’ rid of me after this, big mama.”
you couldn’t speak. hell, your mouth couldn’t even form words. all you could do was moan, and Cameron was enjoying every little sound you were making with his signature smirk sitting right on his pretty ass face.
the minute he pulled your legs on his shoulders, you knew he was about to make up for all the times you curved him. you could feel him even deeper inside you at this angle, and you were damn near seeing stars from his strokes. your hands clung to his arms to anchor yourself and his hands rested beside your head as he thrusted into you with a passionate yet quick pace, his dick hitting all your sweet spots deep inside of you with each buck of his hips.
“C-Camerooooon!” you whined desperately, your eyebrows furrowing, as your eyes rolled back and your head fell back against your pillows, your body rocking underneath his with each push and pull of his hips while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin.
“i know, baby, i know. feels good, don’t it, big mama?” Cameron cooed, cockily smirking at you, as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses on your face, his lips trailing along your face from your cheeks to your chin and your ajar lips, “this pussy huggin’ the fuck out my dick, pretty girl. she needed to be fucked by a nigga who knew what to do wit’ her, didn’t she?”
Cameron pulled his head back a little and looked between the two of you, watching the way his dick pushed and pulled out of you while your essence coated every inch of him, “mhm, look at that. look at how she grippin’ me, baby. she actin’ like she don’t want me to leave her.”
you damn near ascended under him. it was like he was trying to take your soul and your body was putting up no fight to make him stop. you were practically turning into mush underneath him, your noises becoming less and less coherent while your eyes rolled back so far your irises were no longer visible.
“o-ohhh— fuuuuck— nnnnngh!” you brokenly cried out, your voice cracking, as your eyebrows furrowed deeply and the bridge of your nose scrunched up a little, your stomach muscles beginning to tighten up and your breathing starting to quicken.
“breathe for me, baby, c’mon,” Cameron cooed softly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “in and out for me — real slow, a’ight? look at me while you do it.”
your hooded eyes dazedly met his gaze and you started fixing your breathing like he asked, which only intensified the pleasure that was coursing through your entire being. you didn’t know what had overcome Cameron, but you figured that since this was the first time you hadn’t curved him, he was going to take advantage of it and make you feel the best you ever had.
and boy, was he doing the job right.
“and you was so scared that you was gon’ break me… shit, it sound like i’m breakin’ you, big mama.” Cameron cockily smirked, his colored eyes peering down at you, as a grin slowly spread across your face and you giggled through your pleasurable gaze, but it was soon cut short by a loud gasp that ripped through your chest from your impending orgasm — and it was coming fast.
“Ca—Cam!” you whimpered desperately, your legs beginning to shake on his shoulders, as Cameron’s eyes searched your face and it immediately clicked in his mind what was about to happen, making his smirk widen, “i-i’m finna— i’m fffffinna— fuuuck, i-i’m ‘bout t-t-to—”
you couldn’t even get your damn words out because it felt like you were about to explode, but Cameron knew what you meant. he could tell by the way that your breathing had picked up again and how your body was trembling that you were about wet him up more than you did when he ate your pussy — and he was willing to drown in your essence for as long as he could.
“i know, baby, i know you ‘bout to cum. gon’ ahead and cum on yo’ dick, big mama, it’s all yours to have. show me how good i’m fuckin’ you and wet this shit up like a good girl.”
warning(s) - profanity, groping, ass smacking, slight fingering, exhibitionism, nipple/breast play, kissing, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl), praise kink. 18+ only, minors & men dni.
Your sweet, beautiful girlfriend, Yuki, who spends the entire day teasing you. She started the morning off today by doing her routine like always, but instead of getting ready in the bathroom like she normally does, she decided it was best to give you a little show. Standing in front of the edge of the bed, Yuki drops her towel, her pink nipples hard and deserving of kisses. Your eyes trail down to her bush, wishing you could kiss her clit till it goes swollen.
Yuki bites her bottom lip while staring at you, then she leans down to pick up her binki top. You sit there, on your side of the bed, as your mouth salivates at the sight while Yuki ties her top. Her boobs are pushed up now, while some of her hair lies on her cleavage.
She looks at you again and smiles, a soft shade of pink dusting her cheeks as she giggles. “You gonna sit there all day or get ready, pretty girl?”
You clear your throat and cough a little before speaking up. “Yeah,” you sigh, “It’s just us going right?” Yuki nods and turns around, bending in front of you as she picks up her binki bottom and shorts. “Yeah, just us.” She replies and looks back at you, seeing the drool accidentally spill out. Just the way she loves it.
It’s so mean, and she knows it. You tried to think nothing of it when you started getting ready.
Yuki, on the other hand, giggles to herself, knowing you’re going to struggle the entire day. First it was her hand on your hips as you brushed your teeth, and each time you leaned down to spit, Yuki would smack your ass and grip it. Then her left hand would drag down your spine as her lips would follow.
When driving to the beach, she would rest her hand on your thigh, leaving it there for a while to trick you into thinking it was nothing.
Yuki slowly dragged her hand up to your stomach and up to your right breast; her fingers would grip your boob and begin massaging it.
You whimpered and looked to the window, hating the way Yuki had that stupid smirk plastered on her face. “There’s my good girl.” She rasps. You let her touch you, feeling the way her fingers move back down on your shirt and to your shorts. Unbuttoning it easily, she leaves her hand resting on your crotch, not even bothering to push your bikini bottom against your shorts to actually feel your clit.
Making it to the beach, you could’ve sworn Yuki would be done with whatever she was doing. She teased you enough in the car to the point she pulled moans from you, all because she rubbed your nipples and called you her baby.
As the two of you set up at the area you found, you watch the way Yuki flexes her biceps for you, grabbing the attention of other women. She doesn’t pay them any attention because yours is the only important one, and it keeps going. “Come on baby, let me give you a massage, you’ve been doing so much recently.” She begs; you can see the twinkle in her eyes, but you listen, because she is right, you’ve been doing a lot nowadays.
Yuki sits on the towel, legs stretched out and open for you to sit in between. “You’re not sneaky.” You comment, Yuki smiles, and bites her bottom lip as she watches you take your top off and shorts off, putting them on the side before sitting down and pressing your back against her chest.
“I’m not even doing anything?” She mutters, and you hum. Yuki then picks up the bottle of sunscreen and pours some in her hand. You shut your eyes and lick your lips as the sounds of waves crashing and people interacting make you calm.
Yuki starts with rubbing your right arm, the warmth of the sunscreen and her hands mix. You sigh, then hum, “Oh baby, that feels so good.” You whisper, she smirks and bites her bottom lip as her pussy pulsates to your words. “Such a good girl, letting me make you feel better.” Yuki praises, you squirm as she leans down and feels her lips pucker against your cheek. Her thumb pushes into your skin as she pecks your skin, lips all down to your neck before switching to the left side like her hands.
“Feels good?” Yuki mumbles between kisses, you nod and whine, “Yeah, fuck, your hands feel good, baby.” She giggles and looks forward while whispering, “Careful, we’re in public.”
Yuki’s hands then travel up both sides of your shoulders and slide to your breasts, under your bikini top. Your eyes widen as you look around to make sure no one is watching. “Yuki!” You whisper-yell, earning another laugh from her. “Relax, I got you.” Then she swipes her thumb over your nipples, your back arches a little, and Yuki leans closer to you, making sure your skin sticks to hers.
“Yuki, what— hmm.” Cutting you off by leaning down and lapping her tongue against your shoulder blade before sucking on it slowly, you push your body into hers and sigh. “I hate you.” You mumble. Yuki chuckles and pulls her lips away. “Likewise.”
She doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, moving her hands down to your stomach and down to the middle of your crotch. You try to shut your legs, but Yuki’s left and right legs hook over your thighs, forcing you to keep them open as she rubs your folds over the cloth. You moan softly and rock your hips up to feel her better. “There she is.” Yuki coos, her lips brushing against your left ear as her index and middle finger tease over your folds and push your bikini in your pulsing hole a little.
“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me what you need.” She lets out a moan with you, her eyes looking everywhere to keep you safe.
You press the back of your head against her shoulder and sigh. Opening your eyes, you stare up at the clouds. “Think we should go back to the car.” Yuki laughs at your request and nods. “And when we get back, what do you want? I can’t read your mind, baby.” She reminds you, and you tilt your head to look at her a little. “For you to stop teasing me and fuck me in the backseat.” You whisper and catch her earlobe between your teeth before letting go.
Yuki looks at you once you push her off and stand up. You lean forward in front of her, your ass in her face as you pick up your clothes. You stand straight and look down at her as you brush the sand off your clothes.
“Come on, we don’t have all day.” You state and pick your things up.
Yuki stares at you, stunned for a moment, and immediately stands up and helps you pack the stuff up. Trailing behind you like a lost puppy after having you be a puddle in her hands.
i really had this in my drafts collecting dust, what i am i doing. art made by cheeseboy382 on tumblr. also, yuki listens to young miko, that’s my other headcanon. alternative title: loser gets wet from feeling wanted by girlfriend.
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Beast/True form Sukuna Ryomen x Belle! Black reader
Synopsis: He’s a monster no one dares touch. So why does he only allow you?
Author's notes: This piece is part of a fairytale-themed collab hosted by @jazzthatonewriterchick to celebrate her reaching 6k followers 🥺✨ I’m so honored to be included in something so special, and of course I had to bring a little Beauty and the Beast inspo to the table teehee.
It had started earlier that evening, heavy footsteps echoing through the halls, something dragged behind them, something that left streaks of red across marble floors. By now, the castle had gone quiet. Because he had returned. And no one dared go near him.
Except you.
You were busy finishing a fantasy novel, one gifted to you by the creature himself, when Uraume, in the form of a teapot, called out from the doorway of your room.
“He’s called for you again.”
You didn’t hesitate. Didn’t ask questions. You just went.
The doors groaned open, heat spilling out to meet you, steam thick in the air, and the sharp scent of iron curling into your lungs. The bath had already been drawn, untouched, waiting. And there he was.
Sukuna.
Massive. Blood-slicked. Unmoving. Crimson streaked across his chest and arms, drying in some places, still wet in others, but it didn’t stop there. Dark fur clung damply along parts of his body, thick and coarse where it trailed over his shoulders and down his arms, matted in places where blood had caught and dried into it. It only made him look larger. Wilder. Less humane.
More dangerous.
All four eyes lifted to you. Locked. Sharp.
“You took your time.”
You stepped forward anyway.
“And you came in here a bloody mess, but you don't hear me complaining, do you now?”
That was all it ever was between you. No fear. No ceremony. Just… this.
You dipped the cloth into the water, wringing it out before stepping closer.....close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, close enough to see where the fur along his arms shifted slightly with each slow breath he took.
And then
You stepped into the bath.
The water soaked through your dress instantly. Fabric that had once been modest turned thin, clinging, nearly translucent as it molded to your body. It traced along your thighs first, then higher, pressing to your waist, your stomach, and then to your chest.
The wet fabric clung to the full weight of your breasts without mercy, molding to their shape as it pressed flush against your skin. The deep, rich tone of your skin showed clearly beneath it, the darker hue of your areolas faint but unmistakable through the soaked material, your nipples drawn tight and pronounced beneath the thin cloth.
There was nothing subtle about it.
Nothing hidden.
And poor Sukuna noticed.
His gaze dropped, slow, deliberate, drawn not to your hands, but to you. To the way the fabric betrayed every curve to the warmth of your skin beneath it. The way you stood there like it didn’t matter.
His jaw tightened. One of his hands flexed slightly at his side, claws faintly catching the light as they shifted.
“…Careless,” he muttered.
But still his eyes didn’t move.
You ignored him. Like always.
The cloth met his skin, dragging across his arm, wiping away dried blood in slow, steady strokes. Your fingers followed, and this time, they brushed through the coarse, damp fur along his forearm.
It was thicker than you expected.
Warmer, too.
Your touch slowed slightly, not out of hesitation, but curiosity, as your fingers worked through it, carefully separating where blood had matted it together before rinsing it clean.
Sukuna stilled against your touch.
Not tense. Not angry.
You leaned closer without thinking, the water shifting around you, your dress clinging heavier as you moved. Your knee brushed faintly against his thigh beneath the surface, where muscle met rougher texture, where fur thinned but didn’t disappear.
Light.
But there.
All four of his arms tensed.
Your hand moved higher, across his chest, over one of the dark markings etched into his skin, just beneath where that inhuman texture faded into smoother skin. Your fingers slowed there, tracing just slightly. Feeling.
That was when he moved.
His hand caught your wrist. Fast. Firm. Warm.
You gasped, your breath catching for just a second before you looked up at him. He was already watching you. Closer now. More focused.
“You continue,” Sukuna said, voice lower than before, roughened by something unfamiliar, “as if you do not understand what you are doing.”
Your gaze didn’t waver.
“And what am I doing?”
For a second, he didn’t reply.
His eyes flickered again, betraying him, dropping briefly to where your soaked dress clung to you, leaving nothing to the imagination, as one could say. Something shifted in his expression. Something tighter. Something weird.
“…Standing too close,” he said at last.
You tilted your head. Then slowly, you turned your wrist in his grasp and pressed the cloth back against his skin. Continuing.
His grip tightened for a second.
Then loosened.
You kept going. Cleaning his chest, your fingers dragging slower now, occasionally brushing the edges where fur met skin, where texture changed beneath your touch. The heat between you felt harder, heavier, the air almost suffocating with it.
When you reached for his face, he stiffened once again. Completely.
Your hand lifted, cloth brushing beneath one of his eyes, careful and precise. Your other hand came up to steady his jaw, your fingers pressing lightly against skin that was warmer than it should’ve been.
Soft. Certain. Unafraid.
And he allows you to.
No resistance. No warning. Just stillness.
Your thumb shifted slightly as you cleaned, grazing his cheek. Lingering.
His breath changed.
Subtle.
But there.
One of his hands moved again, slower this time, and came to rest at your waist. Large. Warm. Careful. The faint brush of rougher texture along his wrist contrasted against your soft skin, grounding the contact in something real.
Not pulling you closer. Not trapping you.
Just holding.
Feeling you.
You didn’t react. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t acknowledge it at all.
You just finished.
“I’m done,” you said softly, finally pulling back.
His hand lingered at your waist for a moment longer.
Then slipped away.
You stepped out of the bath, water dripping from your dress, the fabric still clinging to your skin as you moved toward the door.
“…Human.”
You paused.
When you turned back, he was already watching you. Not sharp. Not cruel.
Something quieter now.
Something new.
“…Next time,” Sukuna said, voice low, steady,
“you come sooner.”
A beat.
Then softer
“…Don’t keep me waiting… please.”
You held his gaze for a moment longer and replied,
"I promise I won't."
Then you turned.
And left.
Behind you, Sukuna remained in the cooling water.
Still. Silent. But his body betrayed him. Both of his cocks were already hard, straining with need, glistening in the dim light as his fingers flexed against the edge of the bath. The water rippled faintly around him, heat rising off his skin, marking him as alive, burning, desperate for more.
Every inch of him screamed for you, and the castle felt impossibly empty without your hands on him, without the weight of your body pressed against his. He stayed there, silent, aching, but unashamed, powerful, commanding, and utterly exposed in his need.
ever since you were a teen, you've been doing diy everything on yourself.
box braids? had that. knotless? done last month. nails and toes? hand you an acrylic set by noon and you'll be done by evening. you'd build a house from scratch if you really wanted to. last week, you decided you wanted a self-care weekend: sit back, recieve your services, and gossip about whatever the fuck is relevant right now.
7:52pm--- you and toji were lousing on the couch: toji manspreading with one arm on the rest and the other laid on your leg, rubbing circles on your foot with his hand. his eyes were fixed on whatever was playing on the tv, and you were laid across the cushions, one foot hanging off the side of the couch while the other rests on toji's muscly thighs. you check the time.
"fuckkk it's almost 8 o'clock, gotta do my hairrr." you rub your face with a whine.
"want help?" toji said lazily, eyes still fixated on the screen.
you always deny toji whenever he asks. you liked things orderly--quick if it could be helped, and you know if he were to aid you, wash day would last all. damn. night. your hair appointment was tomorrow, and you needed your wash and blowdry to be done.
"oh baby i'm blessed, you'd make it take 50 days and 50 nights" you say with a chuckle. toji looked at you with a scrunched face as you got up from the couch, making a noise that could only be described as a grandma trying to stand without her walker.
"fuck's that supposed to mean?"
"exactly what was said." one thing you knew for certain about toji was that he hated being looked down upon. he was never one to back down from a challenge
"how hard could washing fucking hair be?" toji asked with annoyance.
does he know?
you sat a little dumbfounded, but you found this to be a good learning opportunity to let him see what many black woman have to go through in order to get their hair done.
"alright, fine. come stand by the sink while i go get the stuff" you say, heading off to the bathroom with a smirk.
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"turn on the water, and not just the hot water you gotta make sure its warm."
toji looks at you with a blank expression. you stare back, slightly jerking your neck as if saying "hellooo?" he does as he was told.
you take your hair out of a puff, hair stiff as ever from gel. "shampoo, rinse, condition, detangle, rinse, and done! remember that and you're fine. simple enough right?" you smile as you place your head in the sink under the running water.
"i've seen you do it a fuck ton of times, i know what i'm doing.."
toji places himself behind your bent over body, hands not failing to grope your hips before you shut him down with a simple stern call of his name. he looks over at the counter to see the array of items he has seen before: two bottles, two scrunchies, one wide-toothed comb, and a towel.
he grabs the shampoo and squirts the product on your wet hair, careful not to use too much. (he's heard you complain about how expensive this brand is for the amount thats provided). he places his hands on your head and starts moving them around in a circular motion, your head being slightly pushed.
"to- what the fuck you got going on?!" you say, voice echoing in the sink.
"whachu mean? i'm washing your hair."
"YOU'RE GONNA TANGLE MY SHIT FUSHIGURO! stop stop stop.." you push his hands away from your hair. "my hair anit like yours. massage my scalp, not my hair."
he tangles his fingers thorugh your hair and proceeds to massage your scalp in slow circles, mimicing what you usually to do him when you shower together. "mmm thats it right there, yeaaa" you coo, pleased with his performance. toji smirks proudly.
"alright, start stratching my scalp we gotta get a move on." toji proceeds to scratch at your scalp very, very roughly.
"OW!"
he stops immediatly. "what?! what happen what i do?"
"too rough like, WAY too fucking rough." you say in a "isn't it obvious?" way
"okay okay, my bad, damn.." he said, mumbling the last bit. he starts scratching your scalp again, way better this time. he occasionally lathers your hair shafts aswell to make sure its clean, then after some time you let him know that he should rinse the shampoo and start with conditioner. he listens.
this is where everything goes left
he squirts conditioner on your hair and starts to rub it in. he knows it's time to detangle, so like he sees you do all the time, he raises your head from the sink unexpectedly, your hair lathered with product. your hair slings in the front of your face, eyes wide open. wet, conditioned hair falls right in your opened eyes, immediately burning.
"OW FUCK!" you exclaim, clearly in pain
toji froze in place behind you, big and dumbfounded. "HAND ME THE TOWEL!" you yell turning around, slapping him in his chest. he reaches over and grabs the towel, placing it on your eyes. you take the towel from his hands groaning loudly in pain. "i KNOW you fucking lying." you say.
"i didn't know the soap was gonna get in your face-"
"WHY YOU ANIT TELL ME YOU WAS GON PICK MY HEAD UP! A HEADS UP WOULD"VE BEEN NICE!"
"ma, i-"
"aht aht, ma my ass" you take the towel away from your eyes and put it around your neck. you start shoving his boulder-like body as much as you can. "out! get out my damn kitchen."
toji laughs, shoulders shaking.
"you think shit funny? shoulders boucing and shit--get out my damn kitchen!" you slap his shoulder on the word 'get'.
8:21pm. 8:21pm is the time you got done washing your hair, and you still had more to go.
safe to say that you'll never let toji help with you hair again
( 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!
