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you pause to make him squirm in anticipation. "i was thinking," you murmur, tracing your finger along the couch's lines with your fingertip, a sign of nervousness. "we could try… being available to each other. like whenever one of us wants-" your face goes warm, "sex."

the newspaper lowers down to his lap so your husband can stare at you intently, but he doesn't move otherwise. he's seated with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his legs apart in a lazy manspread, looking way too composed for what you just suggested. your body is so tense right now that you feel the urge to take a cold shower before the conversation continues. why isn't he saying anything?

"available," he echoes your choice of words. "as in free use."

you nod, trying not to squirm in your seat. "mhm."

he hums, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drag over your body as if he's already imagining all the different ways he can catch you off guard and ruin you. just as you suggested.

"sweetheart," he murmurs quietly, folding the paper and setting it aside, "do you even know what you're agreeing to?"

you shrug, a guileless glint in your wide eyes. you couldn't seriously be asking him this. you, who cries within the first ten minutes of him fucking you and tries to crawl away from him when he's pounding into you, wants to be free use for him, constantly? "i trust you. there... shouldn't be any issues."

he leans back in his chair and lets a silence pass once more. he seems to be considering it. the longer he goes without talking the more you squirm. he lays a cheek in his palm, and continues. "and why do you want to be free use for me?"

your eyes widen and your lips press together. you're nervous but trying not to show it. "it's not just me, you know. both of us are available for each other. i just wanted to suggest it because it's been on my mind a while."

"mm. no other reason?"

you hesitate a second too long, and he notices immediately. his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "well," you fidget, toying with a thread on your shirt to break eye contact just long enough so you don't explode. "i just thought it might be exciting."

"exciting... how?"

you puff out a soft breath and try to play it off. "i dunno… like, getting dragged into a public washroom while we're out grocery shopping. or, like… in the car. pulling it over so we can go to the backseat. or while i'm doing laundry."

"so you mean you want me to be so desperate i can't wait and have to have you. right then, right there."

you fidget again, but nod. "mhm."

he laughs once under his breath. "that's cute. so if you're half asleep," he says, "and i want to wake you up with my cock inside you, you won't mind? or if we're on a hike and you're in one of those pairs of leggings i really like, i can put you up against a tree?"

you nod, but look away bashfully. "i said whenever."

he hums and looks away for a moment in an attempt to stay calm while he processes. then he looks back at you, tutting with a pitying look on his face. like you're a lamb up for the slaughter.

"you don't know what you just agreed to," he says affectionately, like he's sorry for you.

you frown, feeling like he's underestimating you. "yes, i do."

he smiles. "you really don't."

-

the first time he tries out your new agreement is when you're brushing your teeth with him the next morning. you're standing at the sink in just one of his old t-shirts, groggy, hair messy, toothbrush hanging from the corner of your mouth as you blink blearily at your own reflection. he's behind you, pretending to brush his teeth too, but he's just looking at you.

your thighs are bare. the shirt rides up when you lean forward to spit into the sink, and he can see the crease where the back of your thighs meet your plush ass. he's entranced by the quiet way you operate when you're still half asleep and unaware of how good you look.

he swishes some water in his mouth and spits, setting his toothbrush back in the holder while watching you. you didn't notice he was ogling until you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror reflection to see him reaching around to pull you flush against his chest, lifting his hands under your shirt from behind to cup your tits. you don't wear a bra around the house, much to his convenience.

"just trying something fun," he murmurs into the curve of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. you tip your head a little, a pleasant feeling washing over your body as his thumbs roll over your perked nipples. he then wraps his hand around your throat to tip your head back. "aren't you so pretty?" he coos, one hand toying with your breast while the other gives your throat a light squeeze. it does nothing for your sanity. your brain might as well be slipping out of your ears.

you try to respond, but all that slips out is a helpless little whimper, the toothbrush still dangling from your lips.

"you're already shaking," he says softly, letting go of your throat only to glide his hand down the front of your shirt, past your navel, and into the waistband of your thin cotton panties. "and it's not even been a minute since i started. why're you acting like some helpless little virgin?"

you slip the toothbrush out of your mouth and drop it in the holder, using both hands to hold his wrist to keep yourself steady. "you're being mean," you breathe, embarrassed by how quickly he's unraveled you.

he hums, slipping his fingers inside your tight pussy to find you warm and wet. your hips jolt, but you don't move away. "i'm doing what you asked of me," he corrects you, his tone patient. "you said 'whenever,' remember?" he begins to lift up your shirt and tosses it onto the counter beside you, and your panties come off right after. then he pushes you forward so you're bent over onto the smooth marble in front of you.

he leans over your back, palm pressing down gently between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. "you know what your problem is," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear, "you get way too ahead of yourself. then you ask for things you're not ready for."

"baby please," you whine, grinding your hips back, only for him to pull away. he's teasing you. you look back at him with frustration, wanting friction against your sopping core, but he's not allowing it.

you feel him hook a hand under your knee to prop your leg up on the edge of the sink for a better angle, and he tuts at how messy your little pussy is so soon. he spreads you as much as you can go, then nudges his clothed bulge against your core, listening to your breath hitch and breathy pants to leave your mouth. "hmmh... that spot... do that again,"

he hushes you patronizingly, tugging his pj pants just low enough for his cock to be free. you're completely bare in contrast. with a hand pinning you down and the blunt press of his cock between your thighs, he slowly, maddeningly starts to slip it inside with a purposeful roll of his hips, and the stretch immediately hits you. you feel so full with just the first few inches of his fat cock in you.

your mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes rolling back. your grip on the counter tightens while he rocks into you steadily, holding you firmly while his gaze flits from your hole sucking him in and the lewd look on your face in the mirror.

"you wanted this. look at yourself. look how pretty you are when you're being used."

you try. you really do. your eyes flutter open just long enough to catch sight of your own flushed, wrecked reflection, your hair a mess, mouth parted, as he slowly fills you up to the brink, tip kissing your womb. his hand gathers a fistful of your hair to tip your head up.

your head spins as he thrusts into you roughly, flesh slapping against flesh making nasty sounds that echo off the bathroom walls. "y-you're... haaa gonna be late f'work," you moan as he fucks into you deep and rough, his thick cock curving just right inside you to keep bumping against your sweet spots.

"shit... y'wanna talk about that now?" he tugs your hair a little to make you squeal, using it to keep you in place like it's a handle. "i'll grab breakfast on the way there," he says into your skin. "this is more important."

you reach behind blindly because you're desperate to feel your husband or hold him, but he pushes you back down, then leans down to push his chest flush against your back, his skin hot against yours. he nudges his cock deeper in you at the new angle, moving a bulky arm to wrap around your neck and fuck you in a chokehold.

he groans against your ear, rutting harder now, his rhythm starting to lose control while your back arches for him, trying to take more even though you're so full. his hips snap forward with more force and he chuckles into your ear when you let out a garbled, " 'm gonna cum..." followed by a loud mewl. he groans, slamming into that one spot that gets you to tighten up around him each time his mushroom tip gives it a kiss.

"hmm, ask nicely, sweetheart," he nips your ear and bottoms out with an obscenely wet squelch. "mmmm.... c-can i... fuck, c-cum? please, 'm gonna..." your eyes screw shut and your pussy gushes around his thick shaft, leaving your thighs slick and shaky.

he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you so his cum can shoot as deep inside you as he can. he doesn't pull out right away. arms wrapped around your middle, nose pressed into your hair like he's anchoring himself.

"god," he mumbles, still pumping you full, and there's now a creamy ring where his cock enters your cunt. "filled your little pussy all up, didn't i? now i'll feel bad leaving you like this."

you're too wrecked to answer, slumped forward against the sink, letting him hold you up. he reaches for a washcloth by the towel rack and dampens it so he can clean you up, giving you little kisses the whole time while you cling onto him. he keeps praising you, too. "did s'good for me, pretty baby."

he leaves you with a soft peck on your cheek. "ill see you later tonight..."

-

it doesn't stop after that morning in the bathroom. that was just his warm up, after all; his first taste of what you gave him. the second the floodgates opened, there was no closing them. poor you.

there's the time in the gym changeroom, right after your shared workout ends. you're both sore and sweaty, and you duck into the locker room so you can grab your stuff and head home with him to shower. however, the second he sees your flushed skin and damp chest through your sports bra, he doesn't hesitate to tug you into one of the showers and sit down on the bench, tearing off your clothes and tugging you into his lap.

he'll stuff your panties in your mouth so your moans are muffled, and fucks up into you hard and fast with no shame, even as he hears people talking and shuffling about behind the flimsy shower curtain. "you're gonna make a mess on me, aren't you?" he murmurs against your ear. "you like knowing someone could walk in right now and see you like this? my sweet girl, cockdrunk in a gym shower?"

he makes you cum on his cock, stuffs you full of his seed and leaves with you once the coast is mostly clear.

next was the hike. you're halfway up the steep trail with him, on a quick break on the grass off the main path. you'd just bent over a little to re-tie your laces since your boots had been far too tight, when he'd come up behind you, grinding against you and palming your ass through your leggings in broad daylight.

"shouldn't bend over in front of me unless you want me to do somethin' to you," he mutters, voice low and warm at your ear as he presses himself closer, fingers kneading into the backs of your thighs.

he doesn't give you a second to argue before he's guiding you face first to a tree and dropping to his knees. he pulls your leggings down just enough to get what he wants, and the air hits your slick folds pleasantly. you whimper, bracing yourself as he spreads your ass to have your pussy fully presented to him.

"gonna be quick," he whispers, "just a little taste." he mumbles, before shoving his face right into your cunt.

you gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to brace against the tree bark right in front of you and dig into the wood. you tremble and let out a shaky breath when he licks a slow, nasty stripe from your pussy up to your clit, shaking his tongue a little so it slobbers over every inch of your drooling pussy lips, occasionally prodding your hole.

his hands are firm on your thighs to spread you open wider, dragging your hips back toward his mouth while he eats you out filthy and sloppy. his nose nudges your clit, tongue flicking in and out of you, then slipping deep inside.

you bite your lip and your eyes, wide and panicked, glance toward the trail. anyone could walk by since you're not that far off the path, hidden, but not well. if someone wandered off long enough, they'd find the two of you.

"god," he moans into you, closing his mouth around your pussy lips and sucking gently, then going back to make out with your pussy. "taste so fuckin' good, babe. made for me." your orgasm hits so fast that you barely have time to warn him, pushing back against him so you cream right into his mouth.

-

you intended to have one wholesome weekend without your man ravaging you on any available surface in the vicinity. a family gathering that your parents are hosting. you enter the countryside house with your husband's hand on the small of your back to guide you inside, smiling politely as your relatives greet you both with warm hugs and laughter. everyone is in a good mood, sipping drinks, chewing on appetizers. there's music playing, and scents drifting from the kitchen.

he lasts about twenty minutes into the evening before he leans down to whisper filth into your ear while everyone else is distracted in the dining room. "you keep looking up at me like that and you're not leaving this place without my cum dripping down your thighs."

you stiffen, body heating up with arousal instantly, even as your face stays composed for the sake of your family standing two feet away. your husband knows exactly what he's doing. he brushes his lips just under your ear again, letting his breath brush over your skin while his palm subtly slides down to squeeze your ass through your dress, making you yelp.

he's all over you most of the evening. hands holding your hips from behind, cupping your ass, arms around your waist, smelling your hair... blatant public displays of affection. he keeps whispering things. "you're dripping through this dress," he murmurs while you're getting drinks in the kitchen. "do you even know what you look like right now?"

you try to push him away, but he's already behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder as if he's helping, just to kiss the back of your neck. he's all over you right up until you take a break to get away from the party for a bit before dinner. you choose your childhood bedroom as an escape, needing one second away from him before he decides to finger you at the dinner table or fuck you in one of the bathrooms, but he follows you shortly after.

you just entered your old room, not realizing the door didn't click shut behind you. you make it two steps before he grabs you and pins you down onto your back in your old twin bed.

you jolt. "baby! where did you- what are you- "

"shhh," he murmurs, lips already brushing your neck. "just missed you. five minutes."

your body reacts before your brain can catch up. you tip your head to the side for him, breath catching as he kisses behind your ear and tugs the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pushing it under your tits so he can cup your bare mounds. his thumbs brush over your nipples until they stiffen under his touch, and he groans at your soft whines, pinching and rubbing them with his fingers while he kisses down to your chest, laving his tongue over the swollen peaks. he's practically slobbering on them, one bulky hand playing with one while his mouth works on the other, sucking sharply and then releasing with a wet pop.

he drags your panties down and off your ankles, spreading you into a shameful position to get a good look at you.

"fuck, look at this mess," he thumbs over your pussy with light pressure, teasing you. "this for me?" you whimper a soft yes, causing him to chuckle softly. he leans over you again, playing with your hole while his other hand wraps around his cock to stroke it slow and firm from tip to base, aligning himself with your hole. he doesn't make it easy for you and put it in straight away, instead tapping his cock against your folds and listening to the nasty little squelches that come from you. he slides it up and down, delaying your pleasure to make you desperate.

you gasp and mewl, thighs already lifting for him as he lines up and starts to press in slowly. your body clutches around him immediately, the stretch making your head spin. "ohhh my- fuck," he groans, pushing in all the way until he bottoms out. "tight as ever. made to be fucked in."

you moan breathlessly and tip your head back, letting him start to plow into you. he doesn't waste any time in putting one leg up over his shoulder and thrusting so deep that his balls squish against the curve of your ass and his shaft forms a faint print in your belly from how huge he is. your head lolls back with each of his deep, grinding strokes.

"look at you," he whispers, eyes trained on your filthy expression. "getting ruined in your childhood room. all the innocent memories, corrupted by this one." he mocks you while fucking into you harder. you moan loudly, hands fisting at the sheets, then clawing his biceps, then running down his torso. you have no idea what to do with yourself right now. he's fucking you into oblivion and now you're completely out of it.

"bet your parents think you're still their good little girl," he pants, rocking into you, stretching you out with his fat shaft with every drag. you can feel every vein and the exact angle in which his cock curves inside you. "they don't know you're upstairs getting your pussy wrecked like this."

"fuck! baby slow down, ahn, we're gonna get caught mmfuck, please!"

"please what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to an unbearable pace. "please fuck me harder?" he punctuates the question with a sharp thrust so deep inside you your vision swims. "or please fill me up in my little princess bed?" he coos, grinding his pelvis against yours. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as a particularly deep thrust hits your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine while your back arches off the bed, pressing your heaving tits more firmly against his chest. you can basically feel his heartbeat against yours, thudding in time with his sloppy thrusts.

" 'm gonna cum inside you," he grits, pounding into you hard, cock scraping against your plushy walls and the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every inward thrust. "goddamn, look at me. want you to -haa- remember this." your nails scrape his back. you're crying out softly, trying to stay quiet, but you're so close. you clamp down on him so hard when it hits that he chokes on a groan, hips stuttering as he starts spilling into you with a harsh jerk of his body.

his cock jerks and pulses as he hilts inside you, the thick head flaring inside you as he releases ropes of hot cum pumps into your greedy cunt, your womb quickly filling to the brim.

within seconds, excess semen is already bubbling out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets beneath your ass. your pussy clenches and ripples, desperately trying to milk every last drop of him, and he continues rocking his cock inside you as he cums, fingers moving to play with your clit, and you cum shortly after, gushing around his cock and adding to the mess on the bed.

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you and jason were meant to be on your way to dinner. key word: were. instead, jason had you spread for him on the backseat—dress bunched up to your waist and panties clinging to your soaked folds.

“so fuckin’ beautiful,” jason murmurs, snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin.

your body jolts and an involuntary moan slips past your lips. jason chuckles at the sound, tracing the tip of his index finger along the edge of your underwear—the touch so feather-light that it makes your thighs twitch in frustration.

“so impatient,” he tuts tauntingly, leaning down. 

“shut up,” you grumble breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging.

his tongue flicks out, teasing you through the damp fabric, just the lightest drag of warmth going up from your aching cunt to your already swollen clit, and you jolt, hips bucking up to chase his mouth.

“jay,” your voice breaks into a moan as your head drops back against the car door with a dull thud, legs falling open wider.

he pulls back ever so slightly, pressing the pad of his thumb against the soaked lace, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit. you’re desperate for more friction, but he doesn’t give it to you. 

your fingers tighten in his hair, exasperation and need coursing through your body as you try to pull him closer. jason chuckles in response, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“i hate you,” you whine, trying to buck your hips up but he slides his hand over your stomach and keeps you pressed against the seat.

“no, you don't, doll,” jason mutters, grinning.

you let out a frustrated huff but it dies in your throat as jason drags his tongue over you, pressing the fabric against your swollen cunt. the desperation and want is almost unbearable and you can’t help the lewd whine that escapes your lips as he continues to toy with you.

his fingers prod against your clothed entrance, taunting you, as his teeth close around the fabric and tug teasingly before letting go. 

“jay—please,” you whine, arching your back.

“since you asked so nicely, sweetheart,” he hums, pulling back and blowing cool air against your clit.

he finally hooks a finger into the crotch of your panties, moving them aside, and then his mouth is on you. he drools on your clit, tongue lapping at the swollen nerve and moaning at the taste of you. 

you moan his name, trying to clamp your thighs around his head, but his hands hold you open, spreading you wide as he devours you. His tongue, hot and wet, slides through your folds before fucking into you—licking you open and savouring every drop.

as jason fucks you with his tongue, his nose brushes against your clit, and every time you try to roll your hips into his face, he holds you down and just keeps going. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast and just as you're about to reach the precipice, jason pulls back.

“why’d—why’d you stop?” you whimper, feeling your orgasm slip away.

“sorry, doll,” jason smirks, slipping your panties off and shoving them into his pocket. “stupid fabric kept getting in the way.”

you go to mutter a retort when jason presses his teeth to your inner thigh, leaving little bites up and down it before he dove back in, tongue plunged deep inside you. jason groans into your cunt, the vibrations sending shockwaves up your spine as spit and slick drips down to the seat beneath you.

his tongue fucks you slow and deep before dragging up to swirl around your clit. pushing the hood up, his lips closed around that sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt in pleasure.

jason drags his tongue down, flattening it before licking a stripe up your folds, lapping every drop of slick before pushing his tongue back inside you and praising the taste. his hands squeeze at your thighs, keeping you spread open for him, his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles as his mouth coaxes you closer to your climax.

you keen, legs twitching, and head thrown back in pleasure. a moan catches in your throat as jason pulls your thighs onto his shoulders. your heels dig into his back as the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on you echo in the car.

jason grinds his hips down into the seat, feeling his cock pulse through his jeans—the ache almost unbearable. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t care how hard he is, he doesn't even care if he’s leaking through his jeans. the only priority at the forefront of jason’s mind is making you fall apart under his tongue, and all you can do is take it.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he mumbles against you. “cum for me.”

that, along with one final suck to your clit, has you throwing your head back once more. your thighs trembled, grip tightening in his hair as you reach your orgasm. the intensity had your head spinning and back arching—chasing jason’s mouth as he licks you through it.

“Fuck, jay—” you sob, eyes fluttering shut as your whole body coils tight. 

your orgasm is overwhelming, knocking the air from your lungs. You cry out shamelessly, grinding against his mouth. your body shakes, thighs trembling around his head as your hands cant decide whether to pull him closer or shove him away.

“that’s it, doll,” he mutters breathlessly. “give me everything.”

and, fuck, you do. your moans turn into frantic little gasps as jason keeps sucking on your clit like he wants to wring every last drop of pleasure out of you. your clit throbs under his mouth and jason doesn’t stop until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess.

your chest heaves as you gasp for air, hands weakly tugging at his hair. when jason finally pulls back, his mouth and chin are glistening with your release. jason hums in satisfaction as he wipes his face, chuckling lowly as you swat his shoulder weakly.

“I’ve always preferred dessert before dinner,” jason mutters, eyes locked on you and grinning like the devil himself.

You’d only been doing OnlyFans for a few months—nothing extreme, nothing that showed your face. Just enough mystery to keep people curious and enough distance to protect the parts of yourself that still felt private.

It wasn’t something you’d dreamed of doing. It was survival. Rent notices piling up on your kitchen counter, tuition emails you stopped opening, the constant weight of trying to stay afloat while pretending everything was fine. This was temporary—that’s what you told yourself every night before logging on.

Somehow, your Twitter account grew faster than you expected. One repost turned into ten, ten turned into thousands of followers, and suddenly your notifications never stopped buzzing. You learned quickly: confidence sold, mystery kept them hooked, and attention—real attention—made people stay.

You had regulars now. Loyal subscribers who tipped generously just to talk, just to feel seen for a few minutes in your comment section.

But one username stood out.

him00.

He’d been there since the beginning—before the follower count, before the requests flooded in. Always tipping quietly. Always respectful. Never pushy. He showed up to every live like clockwork, his messages somehow cutting through the chaos of emojis and thirsty comments.

Over time, you caught yourself looking for his name before anyone else’s.

Tonight’s live was calm—just chatting, no real plan. Your laptop camera framed laying down on your bed, the soft yellow lingerie glowing against your skin, a fuzzy pink robe slipping lazily off one shoulder. Fresh out of the shower, warmth still clinging to you, the faint scent of vanilla and marshmallow filling your room.

The lights were low, your bedroom dim except for the soft glow spilling from the bathroom behind you, and a few pink led lights that you had. It made everything feel softer, dreamlike—like the world outside didn’t exist.

Comments rolled endlessly up the screen.

Compliments. Requests. Hearts.

Then a familiar notification popped up.

him00 tipped $50.

Your lips curved before you could stop yourself.

“Look who’s here,” you murmured, leaning closer to read the chat, voice softer without realizing it. “You’re right on time tonight.”

Another message appeared from him almost immediately.

And for a second—just a second—the live didn’t feel like work anymore.

It felt like waiting for someone

him00:

Its been a while I can’t lie.

You smiled softly at the screen, shifting closer to the camera. Only your lips were visible, gloss catching the dim light as you exaggerated a small pout just for him.

“Yeah,” you teased, tilting your head slightly. “You missed a few lives.”

The chat immediately reacted—hearts flooding the screen—but your eyes stayed fixed on his username, waiting.

him00:

sorry mama I been busy

Anything new?

You hummed thoughtfully, adjusting the robe around your shoulders before turning slightly toward your laptop camera.

“Not really… well—I did get some new tats.”

Carefully, you angled the camera down, showing the fresh ink along your hand first—delicate lines still slightly raised—before shifting to reveal the piece resting along your chest. Tattoos you’d dreamed about for months, finally yours.

“I’ve also been busy,” you added with a small laugh, leaning back into frame. “That’s why I haven’t posted new pictures in a while. Sorry, guys.”

The comments sped up instantly.

otherviewer:

what’s been stressing you baby

You sighed dramatically

“Just school,” you admitted. “I’ve been so caught up I haven’t even had time to enjoy life lately.” Your fingers absentmindedly played with the sleeve of your robe. “But apparently I’m getting dragged to a party tonight, so I guess I’ll have to compromise.” You laughed lightly. “Balance or whatever.”

A pause.

Then another notification popped up.

him00 tipped $75.

Your eyebrows lifted slightly.

His message followed right after.

him00:

have fun tonight love

Heat crept up your neck instantly. You rolled your lips between your teeth, smiling at the screen before you could stop yourself. It felt a little parasocial—letting one username affect you this much—but honestly, you didn’t care. Out of everyone watching, his words always landed differently.

“Thank you,” you murmured softly, almost like the comment was meant only for you.

The live continued for a few more minutes. You leaned into the camera occasionally, teasing just enough to keep the comments flying, laughing at jokes, reading usernames aloud. The familiar rhythm of performing slipped over you easily—playful smiles, soft giggles, knowing glances.

Work mode.

Eventually, you stretched your arms above your head and grinned at the camera.

“Alright, I’m logging off for tonight,” you said, blowing a kiss toward the screen. “Byeeee.”

The stream ended with a tap.

Silence filled your room instantly—the kind that always felt strange after hours of noise and attention.

Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

Group chat notifications stacked one after another.

Girlsss 💋

GET READY.

We leaving soon.

Don’t flake this time.

You laughed under your breath. While you’d been live, your friends had apparently decided tonight was non-negotiable.

Getting ready didn’t take long—shower already done, hair still soft and smelling sweet, makeup quick but intentional. Something cute but effortless. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a second longer than necessary, adjusting your outfit like you were convincing yourself you actually wanted to go.

Because truthfully?

Frat parties were the last place you expected to be tonight.

Especially that one.

The infamous frat house you’d practically lived in freshman year—too many memories, too many blurry nights, and a version of yourself you barely recognized anymore. You swore you were done with it.

But the football team had just won their championship game, and according to your friends, the party was supposed to be insane.

“Gonna be lit,” they’d promised.

You grabbed your bag, locking your door behind you, unaware that tonight was about to blur the line between your online world… and your real one.

“Y/N, girl, you look fucking sexy,” India laughed, grabbing your hands and spinning you around right there on the sidewalk as you approached the party entrance. Your heels clicked confidently against the pavement, the sound sharp beneath the bass vibrating from inside the house.

You laughed, steadying yourself and pulling your shirt up as your boobs were spilling out . Heads turned—some curious, some impressed. Maybe you and India were a little overdressed for a frat party, but honestly? That had never stopped either of you before.

If you were going out, you were going out.

The line outside stretched halfway down the block, students packed shoulder to shoulder, but neither of you even slowed down. India shot you a knowing look before confidently walking straight toward the front.

“Watch this,” she whispered.

Within seconds she was flashing her brightest smile at the guy guarding the entrance, leaning in just enough to be heard over the music. A quick laugh, a light touch on his arm—her usual magic.

The rope lifted almost immediately.

You barely held in your laugh as you both slipped inside.

“I still got it,” India said proudly once you cleared the door.

You smacked her hand in a quick high five. “You never lost it.”

Warm air and music swallowed you instantly bass thumping through the floor, colored lights flashing across crowded rooms, people dancing anywhere there was space. The familiar chaos hit you all at once, nostalgic and overwhelming in equal measure.

For a second, it felt like freshman year again.

“Come on,” you said, scanning the crowd. “Let’s find the others before we lose each other.”

Unaware that somewhere in the packed house, someone had already noticed you walk in.

Music pounded through the walls, bodies moving everywhere—laughter, shouting, cups clinking together. Heat clung to your skin almost instantly as you and India pushed through the crowd, searching for familiar faces.

Across the room, though, someone had already stopped moving.

Cameron Cade leaned back against the kitchen counter, red cup hanging loosely in his hand as teammates talked over each other around him. The championship win had turned the house into chaos—people constantly coming up to dap him up, congratulate him, ask for pictures.

Usually, he thrived in it.

Tonight, his attention drifted.

Because the moment you walked through the door, something felt… familiar.

He didn’t notice your face first.

It was your tattoos.

The delicate ink along your hand caught the flashing lights as you pushed your hair back, lines he’d seen before—recently. His brows pulled together slightly, eyes narrowing in thought.

Then you turned.

And the piece along your chest came into view for half a second before disappearing again beneath movement and shadows.

Cam straightened unconsciously.

He knew those tattoos.

Not kind of knew them.

Knew them.

A strange recognition settled in his chest, the same feeling as hearing a song you couldn’t place but somehow already memorized.

His thumb hovered over his phone before he even realized he’d picked it up.

The screen lit up.

Twitter already open.

Your page.

The newest tattoo post from earlier that week stared back at him—the exact angle, the same ink, the same placement.

Cam exhaled slowly, almost laughing under his breath.

“No way,” he muttered.

Across the room, you laughed at something India said, completely unaware of the way his attention locked onto you now—sharper, more focused.

Because suddenly, him00 wasn’t just watching through a screen anymore.

He was standing twenty feet away.

And you had no idea.

-

Music vibrated through your chest as you and India finally found your friends near the living room, squeezed between dancers and people shouting over the bass. Someone handed you a drink, another pulled you into a quick hug, and for a while you let yourself relax into the chaos.

Everyone started talking at once the second you joined the circle — hugs pulling you in from every direction, overlapping voices complaining about how you’d disappeared lately. It felt warm, familiar, easy. For the first time in weeks, you weren’t thinking about school, money, or notifications.

Just your friends.

“I swear, we never see you anymore,” someone laughed.

“I know, I know,” you said, shaking your head. “Life’s been kicking my ass.”

“Okay but enough talking,” Trinity interrupted dramatically, grabbing your wrist. “Let’s go dance, girl. I haven’t shook ass in a while.”

You burst out laughing as she dragged you toward the packed center of what used to be the living room — now just a sea of moving bodies and flashing lights.

Right on cue, “Don’t Tell ’Em” by Jeremih started playing through the speakers.

“this is my fucking song,” you yelled over the music.

The bass dropped, and instinct took over. You let yourself loosen up, hips moving naturally with the rhythm, hair brushing your shoulders as you laughed with Trinity beside you. The crowd disappeared for a moment—no stress, no expectations, just music vibrating through your body.

Freedom.

For a moment, you forgot about everything else.

Then you felt it.

Not scary. Not heavy.

Just… awareness.

Like someone’s attention lingered a little longer than everyone else’s.

Your movements slowed slightly as you glanced over your shoulder, casually scanning the room without trying to make it obvious. Groups of people danced, others shouted over the music, someone squeezed past you carrying drinks.

Nothing stood out.

You turned back toward Trinity, brushing it off with a small laugh. Probably just part of being in a crowded party again—eyes everywhere, energy high.

Still, a tiny part of you stayed aware, like your instincts hadn’t fully settled.

“Imma go grab us a drink, okay?” you called over your shoulder, giving Trinity a small grin as she grinded on some guy she’d met three seconds ago. You didn’t mind—she always did her thing, and tonight wasn’t about policing anyone.

The kitchen was quieter than the main party, just like you remembered from freshman year. Music thumped faintly through the walls, muffled but steady, and the warm scent of spilled drinks and sweaty bodies lingered in the air. Compared to the chaos outside, it felt almost peaceful—a little pocket of calm.

You scanned the bottles lined up on the counter, none of them calling to you. After a moment, you finally settled on tequila, pouring just enough to warm the nerves you didn’t even realize you still had.

Leaning against the counter, you let yourself take a breath, listening to the muffled laughter and bass from the living room. It was comforting, familiar, almost nostalgic. For a moment, the weight of the week eased off your shoulders.

Then you felt it.

A subtle awareness at the edge of your attention, like a shadow brushing across your periphery.

You turned slightly, scanning the kitchen doorway. Most of the crowd was still in the living room, pressed together and lost in the music. But in the corner, half-hidden in the shadows, someone leaned back casually, red cup in hand.

Your stomach fluttered before your brain even processed why.

He didn’t move when your gaze met his. No smile, no wave, no word. Just eyes—lingering, deliberate, unshakable.

Suddenly, the kitchen felt smaller, quieter, and way too intimate.

You told yourself it was nothing. Just a random guy at the party.

But the way he studied you… the way his eyes lingered… it didn’t feel random at all.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

The man looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place a face to a name.

“My name’s Cameron, Cameron Cade.”

Then it clicked. He was the reason the party even existed. The star QB everyone talked about left and right. This was the first time you’d actually seen him in person, but you’d definitely seen his face in pictures on your school’s page.

“Ah, Mister QB,” you said with a teasing smile, letting the words linger just long enough to gauge his reaction.

Cameron chuckled, a low, easy sound that seemed to vibrate in the quieter space of the kitchen. He nodded, leaning a little closer over the counter. “Guilty as charged,” he said, eyes flicking briefly to the tattoos on your hand before returning to yours.

“I like your tats,” he added, his voice casual but deliberate. “They suit you.” 

“Thank you… just got them recently, and I’ve been wanting them for a while,” you said, trailing off as you realized you were babbling. You felt your whole body get warm, but Cameron didn’t seem to mind—if anything, he looked like he was enjoying listening.

“So… you gonna tell me your name, or am I gonna have to play a guessing game?” he teased, leaning just a little closer, eyes sparkling.

You laughed, realizing it had completely slipped your mind that you hadn’t even told him your name yet. 

“It’s Y/N.”

The moment you said it, something clicked for him. Cameron’s smirk softened into a knowing smile, and for a second, his mind raced. How the hell am I gonna bring this up?

He studied you for a moment, that playful spark in his eyes mixing with something sharper—curiosity, intrigue, and maybe a little mischief. “Y/N,” he repeated, testing the sound of it, like it belonged somewhere familiar.

“Mhmp-"

Your phone buzzed in your hand—your friends wondering where you’d disappeared to.

“My friends are blowing me up, but it was really nice meeting you—” you said, glancing down at your phone and back up at him. 

Cameron continued to say something but his stayed quiet seeing you quickly walk out the kitchen. 

Holy fuck

The nigga was stunned. he didn’t wanna be a weirdo but you were the woman he’d been texting n sending money to for a fucking year straight.

-

The party forcibly ended a few hours after.

One second the bass was shaking the walls, people shouting over music, drinks sloshing everywhere.

The next—

“Campus police! Everyone out—now!”

Lights snapped on, way too bright. Music cut instantly. Groans and laughter mixed together as people scrambled for their stuff.

You blinked, wincing. “Well… that’s our cue.”

India groaned beside you. “They always shut it down right when it gets good.”

“It was getting messy,” you laughed, grabbing your bag.

“Exactly,” she shot back.

You both got pulled into the crowd, bodies pushing toward the front door. The second you stepped outside, cold air hit your skin, making you inhale sharply.

People flooded the lawn and sidewalk, still loud, still buzzing.

“Text me when you get home,” India said, hugging you.

“I will.”

“Don’t disappear again.”

You smiled. “No promises.”

They drifted off with the others, and just like that—you were alone.

Well… not really.

The street was still packed, but it felt quieter somehow.

You pulled your keys from your bag and started toward your car parked down the street. Your heels clicked against the pavement, steady and sharp.

That feeling crept in again . Subtle . Like someone was watching you.

You ignored it, unlocking your car. The headlights flashed.

“You leaving already?”

Your hand paused on the door.

Cameron.

Of course it was him.

He stood a few feet behind you, hoodie on now, hands in his pockets like he’d been there longer than he should’ve been. You leaned lightly against your car. “Yeah. Party got cut short.”

“You have fun?” he asked, stepping a little closer. “A little.”

His eyes moved over you briefly, then dropped to your hand.

Your tattoos.

Again.

“You drove here?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

A small pause.

“You were drinking tho”

You let out a short laugh. “Okay Cameron I had one drink.”

He raised a brow.

“…Okay, maybe two,” you admitted.

“Exactly,” he said. “You’re not driving.”

You blinked at him. “I’m fine.”

“Mhm.”

The way he said it made you almost smile.

“I’ve done worse,” you added.

“That doesn’t make it better.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. He stepped a little closer, voice lowering slightly. “Give me your keys.”

You laughed softly. “You don’t even know where I live.”

“I’ll find out.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach flip.

“You do this often?” you teased. “Offer to drive random girls home?”

“Only the pretty ones that I gotta keep safe.”

You hesitated.

You should say no.

But something about him felt… familiar. Safe, in a strange way you couldn’t explain.

You sighed and held out your keys.

“Fine. But if you crash—”

“I won’t,” he said, taking them. His fingers brushed yours for just a second longer than necessary.

Not accidental.

“Go be a passenger princess,” he added, nodding to the other side.

You rolled your eyes, but you smiled as you walked around and got in.

The car felt different the moment the doors closed . Quieter. Closer.

Cameron adjusted the seat and started the engine. “Address?” he asked . You told him . He typed it in and pulled away from the curb. For a minute, neither of you spoke, Streetlights passed over his face in soft intervals, Your fingers played with your sleeve.

“What year are you?” you asked.

“Im a Junior.”

“Figures.”

He glanced at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You gave a small shrug. “I mean… big frat party after a win? Feels a little childish.”

He laughed quietly. “Since you so grown, what year are you?”

“Senior.”

Cameron hummed placing his attention back to the rode

Silence settled again.

Then—

“You said you just got those a few days ago?”

Your eyes flicked to him.

“…Yeah. Why do you keep asking?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“They just look familiar,” he said.

You exhaled softly. “That’s what you said before.”

“I know.”

“So where would you have seen them, we just met boo”. You could tell it was the alcohol speaking a bit.

Another pause.

The car turned onto your street.

Quieter now. Dim.

Then—

“Do you have Twitter?”

Your stomach dropped.

“Yeah everyone got twitter,” you said carefully. “Why?”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Your fingers stilled.

You looked up at him, trying to read his expression—but he wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes stayed on you, calm, patient, like he already knew the answer and was just waiting to see if you’d say it.

“…Yeah,” you admitted after a second. “I have Twitter.”

He tilted his head slightly. “What’s your @?”

The question felt heavier than it should’ve. Your stomach flipped, heat creeping up your neck.

“Why you wanna know?” you asked, half-teasing, half-guarded.

"Because I'm curious",

You huffed a quiet laugh, glancing down at your phone still buzzing lightly in your hand before locking the screen.

“Maybe I don’t give my socials to strangers,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Strangers?” he repeated softly, stepping just a little closer. Not enough to crowd you—just enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne again. Warm. Clean. Dangerous.

“We talked for, what, five minutes?” he added. “I thought we were past that.”

Your heart betrayed you, beating faster.

“You’re confident,” you muttered.

“I’m interested,” he corrected.

The words landed somewhere deep in your chest, unexpected and heavy.

For a second, neither of you spoke. The noise of the outside world faded into the background—all of it distant compared to the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing in focus.

You sighed softly, shifting your weight. “I should go inside now.”

He nodded once. “Then I should make this quick.”

Cameron pulled his phone out his pocket, thumbs moving quick across the screen. You barely thought anything of it, still trying to calm the weird flutter sitting in your chest.

Your phone buzzed.

You glanced down automatically—and froze.

him00 hi yn

Your stomach dropped.

Slowly, you lifted your head.

Cameron was already looking at you, watching your reaction carefully, like he knew the exact second it would click.

Your mouth fell open slightly. “Nah…” you breathed, shaking your head once. “No way.”

He gave a small shrug, lips pressing into a half-smile.

“It’s you?” you said, voice low but sharp with disbelief. “How… how the hell?”

Everything started connecting at once—the way he noticed your tattoos immediately, how comfortable he’d seemed talking to you, the familiarity you couldn’t explain.

You let out a short laugh, running a hand over your forehead. “Oh my God… you’re him00?”

“Yeah...,” he said simply. His voice was calm, almost careful now.

You stared at him like you were seeing him for the first time all over again. “are you deadass?”

“Dead serious.”

Your heart started racing for a whole different reason. Your online life— the one place you controlled everything—was suddenly sitting right in front of you. In your car. In front of your apartment.

“And you ain’t think to say something?” you asked, folding your arms slightly, half embarrassed, half overwhelmed.

Cameron shook his head. “Didn’t wanna weird you out, I had just realized it was you I ain't wanna make shit awkward.” He paused, eyes softening. “Plus… I liked just talking to you. No extra shit attached.”

You looked down at your phone again, then back at him. “So you knew it was me soon as you saw me?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Not right away. I just thought you was fine.” His grin widened a little. “Then I saw the tattoos and heard your voice… and yeah. Put it together real quick.”

You covered your face for a second, laughing out of pure disbelief. “This is crazy.”

“Little bit,” he agreed, stepping closer but giving you space. “But I ain’t saying nothing to nobody. That’s your business.”

The reassurance hit you harder than you expected. You looked back up at him, studying his face—the same patience you’d felt through a screen now right in front of you.

“So all them conversations…” you said slowly.

“Was me,” he finished.

A quiet beat passed between you, heavier now—not awkward, just different. Familiar in a way that didn’t make sense yet.

“And here I thought I was meeting some random dude in a kitchen,” you murmured.

"Random dude is a little harsh".

You got a little quiet, starting to fully process what was going on.

“You’ve seen me naked.”

Your head dropped immediately, heat rushing to your face—part embarrassment, part tequila, part the overwhelming realization hitting you all at once.

The alcohol buzz that once felt warm now made everything sharper, louder.

Cameron rubbed the back of his neck, trying—and failing—to hide the smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Yeah… well,” he said, voice low, teasing slipping through, “you voluntarily showed me everything.”

You snapped your head up. “Not funny. And I was showing him00, not Cameron Cade who everyone knows on campus.”

That earned a quiet laugh from him, but he quickly softened when he saw you weren’t fully joking.

“Aight, aight,” he said, holding his hands up slightly. “That’s fair.”

You shook your head, pacing a small step away before turning back to him. “This is actually crazy. Like… do you know how insane this sounds out loud?”

“Little bit,” he admitted. “But you ain’t gotta look at me like I tricked you or somethin’. I didn’t even know you went here at first, and im not gonna tell nobody".

That was reassuring for the most part, but your mind still couldn’t fully come to terms with the fact that this was the nigga you’d been sexting for months.

“You meant everything you been texting me these past few months?”

You looked at Cameron, really looked this time—and damn near laughed when you noticed the faint color creeping up his cheeks.

Lightskin ass nigga was blushing.

He huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his jaw like he suddenly found the floor real interesting. “Of course I did, its different yeah but Online, you was just… mine in that space, you feel me? No crowd, no noise. Just us talking crazy at two in the morning". He paused. “Now you right here and I'm in yo car driving you home.”

Your stomach flipped at that.

“You wanna come inside?” you asked, your voice low, almost unsure, like even saying it out loud made it real.

“Yeah,” he replied simply, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

You guided Cameron where to park, and he held your bag for you, which you silently appreciated. The ride up in the elevator was quiet, just the two of you stealing glances, the tension thick but unspoken.

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to break the silence. “Boy… you got me all twisted up right now.”

“I ain’t even touched you yet,” he said, leaning just a little closer, that smirk still in place.

You rolled your eyes, giving him a soft punch to his hard shoulder. “you're annoying,” you muttered, smirking despite yourself.

He laughed low, a rumble that made your stomach flip, but didn’t pull away. “What? Can’t handle the truth?”

You shook your head, chuckling, and grabbed your keys, unlocking your apartment door. “Just… let me get us inside before you get any ideas,” you teased.

Cameron followed behind, still holding your bag, his presence close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the street outside.

Once inside, you set your bag down and leaned against the counter, stealing a glance at him. “Welcome to my place… nun you ain’t seen before.”

Cameron looked around, taking it all in — the little touches that made it yours, the posters, the cozy throw on the couch, and the whole living room he’d already memorized online. Somehow, seeing it all in person made it feel… real.

You kicked off your heels and reached for his hand, giving it a little tug. “Come on,” you said, leading him toward the couch.

He followed willingly, settling beside you, his hand still loosely holding yours. The space between you felt smaller now, warmer, charged in a way that made your stomach twist.

“You know, I love talking to you. It’s been lonely, and you’ve kept me company all these nights,” you admitted, voice soft, a little shaky with nerves and alcohol.

For a while, neither of you rushed anything. The conversation drifted easily, just like it always had through late-night messages—talking about school stress, family expectations, and the quiet pressures neither of you admitted to anyone else. You laughed about dumb things you’d both survived that semester, shared stories you’d never typed out behind a screen, and somewhere between jokes and confessions, the nervous energy faded. Sitting there together felt familiar, like you’d known each other far longer than a few months of anonymous conversations.

Cameron placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently as you spoke. It felt natural, nothing forced. Your chest tightened at the contact, but it didn’t feel wrong.

“I’ve been crazy ‘bout you, YN,” he said, voice low, warm, almost rough. “Crazy how you was so close this whole time, and I didn’t even know it.”

You swallowed, heat rising in your chest. “And now you know,” you whispered, glancing up at him.

“Now I know,” he echoed, his thumb brushing in slow circles, “and I ain’t letting it go.”

Cameron motioned for you to sit on his lap, and you wasted no time. His hands traveled from your thigh up to your chest, giving a firm, deliberate squeeze.

“You know how long I’ve been wanting to touch you,” he murmured, low and rough. You let out a soft hum, grinding against him, feeling the heat build.

“Camm…” you whined softly, voice thick, and his lips found your neck, planting sloppy, eager kisses and sucking gently on your sweet spot.

“Show me what you want, mama,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and deliberate, letting the tension between you hang heavy.

You reached for him instinctively, wanting to close the space between you, but Cameron gently held your hands behind your back in place, his eyes dark with teasing amusement. You let out a frustrated whine, leaning closer, your forehead brushing against his shoulder.

“You gotta be patient, mama,” he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over your hands. “I got you. Ain’t no rush. We got forever.”

"Get on your knees". You did exactly as he said.

Taking ahold of his waistband you freed him, his dick springs out, thick & way bigger than you would've ever expected. It’s bigger than your face, heavy in your small hands, veins prominent. His tip already glistening with precum.

"Fuck" You whimper not caring how desperate you looked at this point. You couldn't help yourself, smacking his swollen tip against your tongue. He breathes out when your tongue twirls around his tip, making his abs flex, taking in the salty taste of his pre cum

"Fuck mama stop teasing me", He groaned watching you with hooded eyes as you licked up and down his hardened cock, so fucking slow, tongue tracing every vein before bobbing your head down messily, spit and pre-cum covering your chin.

Camerons head shot back. "You tryna kill me". You moaned sending Cam into a spiral. In just a few minutes he was ready to come all in your throat.

But he didn't.

"Okay baby, chill for a sec. Let a nigga catch his breath." Cameron sank onto the couch, leaving you frowning. "Comerre." You hopped onto his lap, Camerons lips crashed into yours sending you into fucking oblivion, you were on a high from giving him head that you didn't even realize he was halfway done taking ripping your corset top off.

"I love these titties, you had me paying to see them". Camerons mouth latched onto you, sucking you roughly. leaving little hickies all over so your viewers could see.

You were so distracted from his lips all over you, you hadn't realized Camerons hand was pulling your panties to the side. His thumb circled your already sensitive clit. He inserts two fingers, thick and long, pumping them in deep and dragging them back out just to push them right back in again. every stroke is precise

“look at you,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice low and smug, “creaming all over my fingers."

Your thighs start to shake, the pressure building fast in your stomach. every time his thumb rolls over your clit just right, your whole body jolts, and his fingers never stop moving. giving you no time for breaks.

"Im gonna com- Oh my fucking go-". You moaned loud, a little embarrassed knowing for a fact your neighbors could hear you but thats something you'd have to deal with tomorrow.

"That wet ass pussy". He groans. "This pussy's mine now".

"It's all yours daddy". You rode out your high on his fingers.

Cameron he finally pulls out when he could tell you were getting tired and he lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while staring right at you, like he wants you to see just how nasty he is.

"Where's your room?".

"Down . the . hall . to . the . right". You said in between breathes which made Cameron chuckle. "Let me get you some water go wait for me n take this off". He tugged at your mini skirt that was still on. You lazily got up off of him which you didn't wanna do. Cam landed a slap right on your ass as you walked away. "I hate you".

"Yeah ight". Cameron chuckled mockingly saying "it's all yours daddy".

In your room, you slipped off your skirt, your eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror. The soft sound of the door opening made you glance up just as Cam walked in, a bottle of water in his hand. His gaze dragged over you, slow and unapologetic.

“You look fucking good,” he said, voice low. "Drink up mama". You grabbed the water bottle and downed it.

"Remember those pictures you was sending me infront of this mirror" He groaned thinking of them. "Now imma fuck you infront of this mirror".

"The pictures that I was doing this?" You bent down with a fcking smirk on your face.

“You’re a fucking slut,” Cameron muttered, his hand coming down against your ass as you swayed your hips, teasing him on purpose.

He grabbed his tip slid it in between your wet folds. making you even more needy. "put it inn". Lewd moans escaping your mouth. "You so fucking needy". He aligned his tip to your entrance slowly filling you up.

"dicksofuckinggooodd...yousofuckingbigdaddy". Cameron chuckled at your drunk like babbling. "Dick got you talking funny baby". You moaned as he drew back out then back in at the perfect pace.

Cameron wrapped around your frame as he fucked you silly. Your ass slapped against his pelvis as you both let out loud moans not being scared of potential listeners. His hand reached to rub at your puffy clit.“you gon cum for me? show daddy how good you can be.” he breathed. your toes curled and your body shook against his. “that's it, mama... let that shit out.”. In sync you and Cameron came, both letting out lewd moans.

Your legs began to give out as Cameron pumped all into you.

Cameron slipped an arm under your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly before laying you gently onto the bed.

The room grew quiet afterward, the tension melting into something warm and calm. Cameron pulled you close, one arm wrapped securely around you while his fingers traced slow, soothing patterns along your skin. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, brushing your hair back as he handed you the bottle of water he’d brought earlier.

“You good?” he murmured, his voice gentle now—completely different from before.

“Mmhm,” you hummed sleepily, barely managing the sound as you curled closer to him.

Cameron chuckled under his breath, amused by how heavy your body felt against his. “Yeah, I figured,” he said softly. “C’mon… let’s get you in the shower before you pass out.”

You barely protested when he lifted you again, your arms instinctively looping around his shoulders. The bathroom light flickered on, warm steam soon filling the space as he adjusted the water temperature carefully, testing it with his hand before guiding you under the spray.

He stayed close, steady and patient, helping you rinse off while keeping things calm and unhurried, like he was grounding you back into the moment. His hands moved gently, more caring than teasing now, making sure you were comfortable more than anything else. "Cam I'm gonna kill you". You pointed to your breast that were full of purple bruises. "m'sorry mama".

He wrapped you in a towel afterward, you felt lighter, sleep pulling at you harder with every step as he guided you back to the bed. Cameron helped you settle under the blankets before climbing in beside you, pulling you against his chest. His hand rested at your back, slow circles lulling you further toward sleep.