#dark character

Summary: Your mind runs entirely on pink thoughts and glossy lips, but the moment your tiny dress is yanked up, you're forced to take every relentless inch of him until you make a total breathless mess of his expensive clothes.

Uzair x bimbo!reader

Trigger Warning: Sexual Content, Power Imbalances & BDSM Elements, Size kink

Uzair Baloch was not a soft man.

He ruled Lyari with blood and fear. People lowered their eyes when he walked through the streets. His voice alone could make grown men piss themselves. Cold. Calculating. Brutally patient.

But then there was you.

His pretty little bimbo with your glossy lips, long lash extensions, and brain that seemed to run mostly on glitter and pink thoughts. The contrast was almost ridiculous — a dangerous man like him keeping a girl who thought “taxes” was a type of insect and called his loaded guns “scary metal sticks.”

Yet here you were, perched on his lap in his private office like you belonged there. You were wearing a tiny baby-pink babydoll dress that barely covered your ass, white thigh-high stockings with little bows, and the expensive diamond ‘U’ pendant he’d bought you last week resting between your pushed-up tits.

“Uzzi babyyy,” you whined, dragging your long acrylic nails down his chest, “you’re like… super hard again. Didn’t we just do it in the car?”

Uzair’s large hand rested possessively on your bare thigh, squeezing the soft flesh as he leaned back in his leather chair. His other hand held a glass of whiskey, barely touched.

“You’re the one who keeps wiggling that little ass on my cock, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and rough. “What did you expect?”

You giggled, the sound bubbly and empty-headed, tilting your head so your shiny hair fell over one shoulder. “I can’t help it! You’re just so big and strong and scary-looking… it makes me feel all tingly.”

Uzair’s lips twitched — the closest thing he ever got to a smile. He loved how stupidly innocent you sounded even when you were being filthy. He set the whiskey down and grabbed your hips with both hands, easily lifting you like you weighed nothing and turning you to fully straddle him.

You gasped cutely as his thick bulge pressed right against your soaked panties.

“Uzzi—!”

“Shh,” he murmured, one hand sliding up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, intense, almost obsessive as they studied your glossy, pouty face. “You wanted my attention so badly tonight. Now you have it.”

You bit your lip, eyes wide and sparkly. “But I’m still sore from earlier… you were really mean to my poor princess parts.”

Uzair chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest. He yanked your tiny dress up around your waist and pushed your panties to the side, exposing your glistening pussy.

“Mean?” he repeated, dragging the thick head of his cock through your folds. “Baby, I spoil you rotten. You drive around in cars most men will never afford. You wear diamonds heavier than your brain. And still you complain when I fuck you like I own you?”

You whimpered as he started pushing inside, stretching you open with his usual brutal thickness. Your long nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little crescent marks through his black shirt.

“‘Cause you’re too big!” you moaned dramatically, eyes fluttering. “It’s like… not even fair. My brain stops working when you put it in…”

“That’s exactly how I like you,” Uzair growled, finally bottoming out inside your tight heat. He groaned at the feeling, gripping your ass hard enough to leave fingerprints. “Brainless. Wet. And completely mine.”

He started moving you on his cock with zero effort, lifting and dropping your body like a toy. Your tits bounced in the tiny dress with every thrust, soft whimpery moans spilling from your shiny lips.

“Uzzi— Uzzi— slow downnn,” you whined, even as your hips rolled greedily to meet him. “I’m gonna make a mess on your expensive pants…”

“Then make a mess,” he said darkly, voice dropping into that dangerous tone that made your stomach flip. “I want everyone downstairs to smell your pussy on me when I go back to my meeting.”

Your cheeks flushed pink. “You’re so dirtyyy,” you giggled breathlessly, then moaned loudly as he hit that perfect spot inside you.

Uzair gripped your throat lightly, forcing your eyes on his.

“And you’re my pretty little idiot,” he murmured, thrusting up harder. “So fucking empty up here—” he tapped your forehead, “—but so tight and perfect down here. My favorite toy.”

You moaned shamelessly at his words, clenching around him like a vice, already getting close.

Uzair smirked, dark satisfaction burning in his eyes.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me like the brainless little slut I trained you to be.”

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Key: Smut 🔪, fluff 🎯, angst 🩶

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