"𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒. 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄."
just a bunch of imagines on men I think that are attractive!
⚠️ contains smut
⚠️most of this is for black folks
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this wasn't new for you. your boyfriend always started an argument with you over stupid shit but i was new for you to show at callum's house crying. "what's wrong?" he says, ushering you into the house by your hand. he grabbed you a couple of tissues as he brings you to sit on the couch.
"me and james had another fight." you replied through broken sobs. something clicked in callum's head, was it anger or jealousy? maybe it was both but all he knew was that he was tired of him being the reason for your tears. "I don't even know why you're with him." callum huffed as he watched you blow your nose in the kleenex .
"you know why, cal." you rolled you eyes and looked off to another part of the room. callum sighed at your response, not really know why. was it because he "treated you right" or because he "loves you." " if only he know how much I make you cry." your breath sucks in at his words, he was vulgar and blunt about everything.
"he'll never know." you snapped at him because he obviously wasn't making the situation better. "all I'm saying is that I can get him off you mind, in a second." callum says. you replay what he said in your mind and decided that what you came there for anyways.
"help me forget then." you spoke, callum looks up at you. he then grabs your face and pulls your lips into his, one hand grabbing your face and the other grabbing your waist. he lips felt soft against yours, like two pillows. he moved his lip to the sensitive part of your neck, making your head fly back in pleasure.
he then unbuttoned your pants, shoving them down with your panties as your lift your shirt over your head. "spread your legs, baby." he says lowly, making it impossible to not feel something from that. you did what you were told, showing yourself to him.
"so pretty." he mumbled, spreading your cunt with his thumb, admiring your pink center that was surrounded by your dark lips. "gonna let me help you forget?" he asks as if he need validation but you nodded anyway before he started to lean down and lick a strip of you cunt, tongue licking from the bottom and all the way to your clit.
you shivered at the feeling of his tongue reaching the sensitive part of you. "unlike your boyfriend, I make you cry in other ways, yeah?" he spoke into your pussy like he was talking to it but he was lowkey talking to you too. you hummed in response as he continued his assault on your clit, licking and sucking the sensitive bud.
"cal please." your brown thighs twitch with his each flick of his tongue. "you want it?" callum questions as he sit up from your pussy, neglecting your upcoming orgasm. you nodded, widening your legs even more as a sign. he then lifted his shirt over his head before shoving down his sweatpants which revealed no sign of underwear but you weren't complaining.
He then lifted a hand to your thigh, pressing it into your chest as he took his other hand and guided his cock to your clit where he tapped the tip on it a couple of times to tease you. You look down between you two and see his precum smear on your clit as he rubs his cock up and down on it. "callum please, just- just." you could find the words to express what you wanted him to do next.
"no don't try to speak, I know what you want." With that being said he brings the head of his cock to your cunt, bringing his hips forward to sink into you. you close your eyes as the feeling of him takes over. He took his hand off your thigh and to your throat, pressing his thumb to your pulse as he finds a steady pace in his hips.
When he finally gets faster, whimpers can be heard from your lips as you forget about why you were upset and who made you upset. "gonna stop crying about your little boyfriend? huh?" his thrusts got sharper and harder as he tries to get a proper response from you. "yes!" you yelped which was followed by a gasp once you felt his fingers on your clit.
Callum's hair was sweaty and mess and yours was frizzy and curly, clearly showing no signs of a silk press left. "y'gonna cum on my dick or what?" callum says, sounding annoyed as he thrusts harder. you gave him some sort of response before your orgasm came in like a freight train, making you scream out like you saw a spider. Callum wasn't far along behind you as he quickly pulled out and let's put ropes of cum on your chest and stomach, panting out and falling on top of you.
You both try to catch breath as a wave of relaxation washes over you two. "next time he makes you cry, I'm gonna have to take matters into my own hands." callum grunted. you rolled your eyes and said, "boy you're not gonna do anything." you laughed. Callum leans up and looks at you with a scrunched face.
