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warnings - slight vouyerism, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, oral f receiving, rafe cameron x blk reader. minors DNI!! 

word count - 1.6k

watching the sunrise from the druthers every sunday morning with rafe was surreal to say the least. you appreciated the little moments since rafe was almost always busy running the cameron construction sites. you hardly got to see him as much and it was drivig a tiny but mighty wedge through your heart. you cherished these times, trying to enjoy as much as you could with rafe but nonetheless, you were feeling some type of way. he’d hug you and kiss you and carress you, and you reciprocated every time, but neither of you were really there with each other. he was with you but he wasn’t.

he’d get home from work each day tired and worn out, and you wished there was something you could do but you didn’t know what. you hadn’t touched each other in weeks and the frustration and tension was building up with each passing day. you stared at the man in front of you, admiring in silence. he looked so peaceful out in the sea, like there wasn’t a care in the world the moment he got away from the shore. you know he didn’t intend to shut you out, let alone drown himself in responsibilities. rafe believed he needed to take care of you. he needed to make sure your life was as simple and carefree as possible, no matter how overworked he made himself. you could see it in his body language, he was stiff. you could see it on the palms of his hands. they were rough, and hard and slightly dry.

you held his palm in your own, bringing it to your lips to place a small peck, then nestling your head in the crook of his neck. he leaned in, resting his head on yours. “i love you,” he said lowly and genuinely. the two of you locked lips like it was your first kiss again. soft, raw, and eager. you locked lips like you wouldn’t be able to survive if you didn’t. sucking, biting, and tugging on each other’s top and bottom lips, never once stopping to breathe. “i love you too baby,” you whispered against him, placing one last peck to his lips.

you kept one arm wrapped around his neck, your other arm placed on the back of his head, scratching gently at his scalp. he started kissing on your neck, keeping his big hands gripped along your waistline. you tilted your head, giving him better access as he left marks all across any open skin he could get a hold of. your mouth fell slightly agape, your eyebrows curving inwards, indulging completely in this moment. he pulled back slowly, lowering his focus to your chest. he began untying the strings of your bikini top, caressing a nipple in between his fingers, keeping eye contact the entire time. he pulled you closer, sucking the other nipple into his mouth. licking and sucking over and over. your sensitive nipples were sore, intensifying the pleasure you were feeling in your clit. everything was tingling with each roll between his fingers. you stared in adornment as he switched between the two nipples, sucking and rolling. he made sure every inch of your tits were loved and appreciated. he didn’t care that his own saliva was coating his fingertips, he only cared that you were pleased. you slowly moved to straddle him, tracing your hands up and down his hard shoulders. you could feel him palming your ass, grinding you down onto his lap. you unbottoned his shirt, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

rafe knew what he liked. and you were exactly that for him. the eye contact, the slow hand movements, the way you’d let him do almost anything to your body because you knew he’d please you regardless. but most importantly he liked to pay attention to your body, watching what makes you whimper and squirm. he knew it all. you two drove each other insane. you blinked and his pants were off and your back was against the cold, polished counter of the mini bar. he watched as he removed your bikini bottoms, lifting your ass in the process. he pressed your soft legs towards your belly, gently separating them to press a thumb to the center of your clit, sending chills through your body. you missed his touch so badly, you were hungry for it. he held onto your ankle with one hand as he stroked his thumb up and down your clit. he watched your back arch as you shuddered, eager to be fucked.

“be patient baby,” he said jokingly, making you whine in response. just as you settled your back into the counter once again, he slowly shoved himself into you, filling you up instantly. you gasped, folding your eyebrows as he continued to push length into you. your mouth was completely agape at this point. you couldn’t even make a sound. you swore you could feel him touching your guts, making it hard to breath. two weeks with no dick left you having to readjust to his size again. you felt like a virgin. he fit perfectly into that spot you loved so bad. you made an instant reaction if he even brushed up against that spongy spot in your walls. you pressed your lips together, trying not to make a sound. you knew if tou opened your mouth now that he was buried deep inside you, you’d be hollering loud enough for boats miles and miles away to hear. but there was no one nearby, you’d completely forgotten that. your legs were resting on his sides as he pulled one closer to his shoulders, kissing your anklet. he moved in and out of you deep and slowly. the pressure he applied to your lower abdomen not making it any easier for you to stay quiet like you inteded. all you could do was whimper and quiver underneath him. you watched the sweat gather on his forehead, his vein prominently showing now. he was focused on your pussy, making sure every stroke hit that spot for you. he wanted you to squirt all over this damn boat, you were sure of it. every pound, stroke, thrust, drove you over the edge. you didn’t care about being quiet anymore, you were begging for your release. you arched your spine into him, throwing your head back, listening to him grunt and moan about how he loves this pussy.

“i’m not going anywhere baby,” he whimpered. he was so eager, he wouldn’t be able to cum unless you did it first. so he gave you his all everytime the two of you were intimate. you were soooo close. just a few more thrusts. he pounded into you harder and faster, knocking the wind out of you. you shut your eyes taking every inch of him, you felt your orgasm wash over you in moments. you repeatedly clenched around him, hard, going completely insane as he fucked you through it. his own hips slightly faltered, losing rhythm of his pounding into your pussy. you felt him fill you up with his cum, stuffing it deep into your cervix. he pulled out just a little. but he kept hitting that soft, spongy spot. even though he was only halfway pushed into you, you could feel your lower belly building up with an irresistable pleasure. you shut your legs instantly, pressing your hand to his stomach. he never stopped or slowed down, he was ready to drag out every orgasm you experienced on this boat with him. you couldn’t even think anymore, all you could do was feel. you gripped the edge of the counter feeling the wetness of your cunt splatter all over him. you could hear it too. there was so much, you couldn’t believe he just made you squirt on him, on his boat, on the countertops at that. he pulled out, watching as you try to shut your legs to stop the rapid shaking.

you pressed your middle and ring finger to your clit, trying to end the sensation. your hips repeatedly bucked up and down, your eyes squeezed shut the whole time. you felt him softly hold your knees apart, calming you down. he bent to kiss your inner thigh, trailing down to your clit. “bae, i can’t,” you shook your head, whimpering from your first orgasm. “yes you can” was all you heard from him. you opened your mouth in protest, closing it immediately when he licked a stripe over your bud, pulling your pussy closer to his face. he dipped his head in between your parted legs, grabbed ahold of your knees pushing them towards your chest as he began sucking on your clit. you let out a soft moan through your parted lips at the sensation, “hold your legs baby,” rafe said licking a stripe between your already wet folds. the sudden shock of his tongue relentlessly torturing your sensitive nub sent waves of pleasure through the lower depths of your belly. “ooh, baby don't stop, please” was all you could say as he was tongue fucking your pussy, licking everywhere he could reach. he slowly inserted two fingers into your aching cunt, curling them to hit your spot.

summary - provider boyfriend cameron cade who has his own way of making you say thank you after paying for your hair, lashes, nails, and toes.

warnings - just a whole bunch of smut, smoking, slight choking, use of "baby" and "daddy", kirk m receiving, spit play, facial, sex tape. cam cade x black nympho reader. intended lowercase.

“come here sexy, let me see yo hair” cam said, lying on the bed with one arm tucked behind his head, the other hand used as a placeholder for the blunt in between his thumb and index finger. "hi daddy" you said, smiling. he moved to turn on his phone, recording as you swayed your hips walking toward your boyfriend, twirling your fingers through the bombshell curls of your fresh sew-in, the gold bangles on your left wrist clattering as you did so. that camera did something to you when you got dolled up. a little extra bat of your eyelashes and some eye contact with the camera, an added jiggle of the curve of your butt every time you walked, it made you wet knowing that it turned him on. “you like it? i went a little longer this time, 28 inches wasn’t enough. and i added a extra bundle too,” you rambled on, about the details of your hair forgetting he was recording. “you so cute baby” he tracked, stopping you from rambling. he then reached up, grabbing a hold of your neck, leading your face toward his to place a kiss onto your glossed lips. you moaned slightly before pulling back as you felt your cheeks get red and hot. you had the widest smile plastered across your face, showing off your deep dimples and pearly white teeth. you felt cute. you loved your new hair, your lashes, as well as the matching frenchie combo on your nails and toes. you were so caught up in the ecstasy of your new look, you hadn’t even realised you never thanked him for the money he’d spent on everything. not including the gifts he’d bought you the week prior. he moved his hand to place the blunt to your lips, holding it steady as you inhaled the tightly rolled weed in between his fingers. that’s your man and you wouldn’t want it any other way. you leaned down kissing him again, straddling his hips as you did so. your flip flops had been discarded since the moment you walked in the door, waiting to show off your new pedicure. “i love you so much baby” you whispered, pulling away from the kiss slightly. “unt un correct yoself,” he said. he acted like he hated when you called him your baby, you and him both knew he loved that shit. nonetheless, you did “correct” yourself, it was the least you could do after everything he had paid for. usually you'd argue him into submission, but today you let him feel like that one. the both of you knew you ran the show no matter how strict he was. you jokingly rolled your eyes, folding in to the pressure, watching as he smoked the half a blunt down to a roach without you. “i love you daddy” you said. “i love you more my baby, gimmie kiss” he said, once again pulling you into a kiss, pressing you against the smokey taste in his mouth. a sharp slap against your ass, followed by another few slaps, sent a stinging sensation on your left butt cheek. “ow.” you smoothed your freshly manicured hands over the spot he’d repeatedly abused on your ass a moment before. you then ran your hands over his bare shoulders, slightly scratching his toned muscles. “you ain’t say thank you,” he began, slightly hurt, noticing you hadn’t like you normally did when he paid for your things. usually he couldn’t get you to stop thanking him for his niceness. you didn’t need him to pay for these things, you could do it yourself, but you appreciated his acts of service. and God, he couldn’t stop buying things for his baby when he saw how your eyes lit up with each present. “i forgot. i’m sorry baby” you said, catching yourself on that last word when you noticed the look he shot at you. you really did forget, you’d been so busy all week running errands and rushing to appointments, you’d hardly had any time to cuddle up into your man how you wanted to. noticing the look in his eyes, you knew you were forgiven, you also knew exactly what he wanted to make him feel better and you didn’t mind giving it to him at all. the nails, the hair, the lashes. that boy was in for a ride.

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summary - in which cameron runs into an old bestfriend. iyanna, shy and quiet, unknown really, except to cam. sweet secrets, soft kisses in private, intimate sex they never told anyone about. it was nothing to cam, but everything to iyanna. he broke her heart, but as time passed, iyanna wasn't so innocent anymore, and she's come back to pay her dues.

warnings - mentions of smoking and alcohol consumption, smut, semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), choking, spit play, intended lowercase

A/N - I wanted to have this out by 7:00 pm but it kept acting up and the song wouldn't load so sorry for the wait. also this was NOT proofread like at all so if there's any mistakes pls ignore.

he'd seen her from across the way at first, unknowing of who she was. she was pretty, he thought, but she didn't mean anything. it was the same every time with him. fuck, then leave before the morning. he watched her features as the smoke escaped her full lips, clouding the space surrounding her. she looked familiar. her brown skin glistened under the dim lights of the crowded room. body to body. wall to wall. the section was completely packed. lights flashed upon the gold name plated necklace resting on her chest. she never took it off, and if it weren't for that same necklace or the small tattoo hidden below her ear, only visible when her hair was tucked back, he wouldn't have known the same girl he thought so poorly of a moment before was someone he was once so close to, yet so far away now because of his own doing. he hated how childish he was when she'd tried to speak to him about it in the past, he dismissed her so many times, willing her to go completely silent for her own peace of mind.

she blocked him on everything, went to college in a different city, dated new people, she completely removed all access he once had to her. but she knew none of that could take him off her mind. it changed her, and not for the better.

after two years with no contact, she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d changed even a little, not that it mattered anyway. she didn’t want him back. she hurt people because her had hurt her in the past. and throughout her silence and disappearance from his life, he knew her yelling and cussing at him was even better than complete silence. she was done.

and as they locked eyes for a split second, his heart ached for a moment. he looked, really looked, and saw the scars and damage he caused. when they first started sneaking around, she told him she was scared because she didn't want it to ruin their friendship. he was so reckless with her heart, he didn't care. she turned to head toward the restroom, swaying her well rounded hips as though she was luring him to the pits of hell. and in a way, she was. she turned the corner and he lost sight of her. the smell of alcohol and weed and sweat clouded his thoughts, but still he knew he had to get through to her, and eventually he did. she sat on the counter of the bathroom, one less known of with a lock on the door, away from the rest of the club. she crossed her legs and waited for what was coming, and just as she expected, he followed shortly after. she hopped off the counter, buzzing and rambled in her purse to grab hold of her lip gloss, reapplying it before she heard the door click open to the left of her. she placed the lip gloss back in her purse, and moved to smooth out the riffles in her hair. he watched silently as she did so. she turned once again, her back pressed against the edge of the counter, maintaining eye contact as he slowly made his way toward her. she didn’t speak, not yet, she just looked through the mirror, and there wasn’t much to see, he looked the same. familiar. “how you been?” he spoke, anxiously. “fine.” she replied bluntly, analyzing his figure. she finally turned to face him, sitting back on the bathroom counter with legs crossed. then he was right in front of her, towering his large frame over hers. his rough hands palmed over her knees slowly, “I missed you sadè.” he said from the bottom of his heart, inhaling the sweet, fresh scent lingering on her body. she palmed over his jaw, tracing the sharp line delicately with her french tipped nails. He instantly melted into iyanna’s hand like he’d been deprived of it. “yeah, i bet you did” . “fuck, just like that yanna”, he moaned, resting his rough palm on the back of her head. he watched as she continued bobbing her head up and down on him, the spit from her mouth pooling around the base of his dick. he threw his head back, reclining his arm behind him for support. she removed his length from her mouth, spitting on the tip, while never taking her eyes off him. she jerked his tip in the palm of her hand with her nondominant hand resting on his lower belly. she moved her stroking hand to the base of him, taking him completely to the back of her throat, stretching her mouth out, causing her to gag around him. she kept her mouth there for a moment before lifting up for air. she had a point to prove, and she'd be damned if she let him leave before he realised how stupid he was for letting her behind closed doors with him. she pecked his tip, pressing her plump lips on his sensitive skin for a moment longer than she should have, watching as his stomach constricted. she knew he was close. she jerked him at a faster pace then before, keeping her hand firm as she did so. he moaned loud and obnoxiously watching as what he once knew as so innocent bring him over the edge.

“You like that baby?” she questioned, looking up at him through her dark, full lash set. he never took his eyes off hers, his own now dark and almost black as he nodded, unable to form words at the pleasure. she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the loud noises he made, it was quite funny if she was being honest. “cum for me cam” she said tilting her head to the side, watching in amusement as he shook and writhed beneath her. soon, thick ropes of cum spurted out of his dick, landing on her hands and tongue.

“you missed me?” she asked, leaning back on her heels, as he nodded, eager for more. he leaned down, kissing her lips deep and hungry. he wanted this so bad. and maybe she did too. not breaking the kiss, he grabbed hold of her elbows, gently lifting her up. the kiss was sloppy, the pair's lips getting coated in the other's saliva. he caught hold of her bottom lip between his teeth, gently tugging, making her moan onto him. so many years of longing and fighting, he still kissed her like he used to.

they kissed each other like they they hated one another. breaking the kiss for air, he swiftly picked her body up, settling her on the counter, he tossed her legs around his hips. he couldn't wait another second for her. she was his, and he didn't know why he didn't realize it earlier when she was still emotionally available. her naked back pressed against the cold mirror, clothes stripped somewhere, causing her to let out a soft yelp as he continued his ruthless attack on her neck, leaving love bites over all those tender spots he knew would get a reaction out of her. he inserted his dick into her wet cunt while still kissing and sucking on her neck. she moaned loudly, missing the feeling of him filling her up. he began pounding deep into her, groaning, snaking his hand up to wrap around her neck. the pressure of his hand on her neck mixed with the pleasure of him fucking into her almost made her lose sight of what she came here for.

she grabbed his hand from her throat, replacing it on her pierced nipple. he looked in disbelief, slowing his pace a bit taking sight of the diamond stud sitting below her eye, or the metal rod shining through her buds, then he looked at the tattoo on her foot, followed by the one on the side of her right thigh. It made her giggle when she noticed what he was looking at, her dermal twinkling under the light as her cheeks plushed. she wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer into her, able to hear every grunt and groan escaping his lips. “shit!” he moaned against her ear, maintaining his fast paced thrusts. she couldn't help but almost feel guilty for fucking and leaving knowing he wanted more, but he did it to her time and time again. always leaving her when he knew she couldn't get enough of him. he was gonna make sure this time she left completely satisfied. “cam i'm close” she whispered, slightly biting his ear.

hearing this, her soft moans, the sound of their skin slapping against each other's, he pounded into her even quicker than before. her legs shook against his sides signaling she was cumming. she moaned outloud, not caring who heard, sending him over the edge himself. he quickly pulled out, lifting her up with his palm to her ass, sending ropes of his fluid everywhere. they both stayed there for a moment silent until he lowered her on the counter, placing kisses on her shoulders and back.

summary - in which cameron runs into an old bestfriend. iyanna, shy and quiet, unknown really, except to cam. sweet secrets, soft kisses in private, intimate sex they never told anyone about. it was nothing to cam, but everything to iyanna. he broke her heart, but as time passes, iyanna isn't so innocent anymore, and she's come back to pay her dues.

warnings - angst, cussing, smoking, implied smut in flashbacks, mentions of a past sextape, cam ain’t shit and iyanna is spineless asf (give her some grace), intended lowercase, flashbacks are in italics. minors please dni!!

A/N - this is my first time writing angst lol, moreso a light angst i guess, but i hardly even read angst i just wanted to give it a try so def lmk how you like it! smut isn't until part 2.

it had been almost a year since iyanna had last heard from him, nine months to be exact, and that last conversation kept replaying over and over in her head. it made her sick. he was like a parasite that kept targeting and attacking her weak spots for his own pleasure. it didn’t help that every time he accomplished something, someone was there to update iyanna all about it. she didn't care. or at least she wanted to believe that she didn’t. but every time she heard his name or saw him on the big screen scoring a touchdown, her heart ached so badly. 

iyanna and cam were best friends all throughout their middle and high school years. she could still remember the first day he moved in across the street from her house. she would watch him play outside through her window since she was too shy to go and introduce herself. iyanna’s mother noticed this and sent her to take baked goods to the new neighbors in hopes of iyanna making a new friend rather than keeping her head tucked in a book, or watching kids play outside instead of joining them. she never expected cam to be the one to open the door and invite her in. she’d also never expected for him to be so talkative, or for the conversation to flow so naturally.

they were each other's first kisses, and each other’s first dates to the middle school dances. he thought it was so lame but he went just because he knew how badly she wanted to go. however, he changed in high school, particularly during his senior year, when he really started to take football seriously after his dad’s passing. he was cold, and angry, and confused, just looking for the validation of his passed father. the winter following their graduation, after having settled into their college lives and not seeing each other for a while, he’d occasionally go to a party after one of his games, drink heavily, then go crash at her house since he didn’t wanna worry mrs. cade. iyanna would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the snuggles, or the way he smelt a little woodsy. but most of all, she missed the nickname he had for her. her middle name. sadé. she hated when anyone else referred to her by her middle name, but the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly, it made iyanna’s heart skip a beat every time she heard it. 

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“did you at least make it home before you came here, let your mom know you’re going to be out?” she began, a slightly irritated tone trailing behind her question. she quietly closed the front door behind her, leading him to her bedroom, making sure not to wake her mother. the past three weekends in a row, he’d come over and sweet talked her into sex. and she fell for it every time he did so. she missed him, she wanted to spend time like they used to, to do something other than get physical, but she loved the feeling of being so close to him after so long. 

“no, but i’ll make it home before the morning” he responded, skeptical yet too wasted to care. “whatever” iyanna muttered, “but we’re not doing anything tonight, i mean it.” she finished, adjusting her silk scarf and tying her robe. “hm.” he hummed, she said those words all the time when he came over. she laid down, her necklace settling on her breast. trying her best to keep up a displeased facade, scrolling on her phone, hardly paying him any mind. she secretly liked when he came over, she just didn’t like the feeling of being used. if it were anyone else, she wouldn’t have been so weak in the knees, so feeble. smoke filled the air as she exhaled slowly and deliberately, eventually passing him the blunt. she watched as he hit it once, twice, then handed it back to her, attentively observing his actions, so he wasn't too buzzed. her mother knew she smoked quite often. although she didn’t like it, she allowed iyanna to make those choices on her own, now that she was a responsible adult. she’d either get too talkative or nonverbal at all when she smoked and today was more nonverbal for her… until it wasn’t. “you mad at me?” he asked, taking note of her silence. usually when he'd come over, she'd ramble on about school, plans to move out and eventually get her own space. and he listened when she talked, she liked that about him. as he turned to look back at her, she avoided eye contact and after a moment to think, she finally responded. “why do you always come over so late?” she asked, sitting up from her comforter, "you never come see me during the day, we don’t even hang out anymore like we used to, but you always end up here every weekend.” she couldn’t help but chuckle at how stupid she’d been. how she fell for it every damn time. “i don’t know sadé, i really don’t.” he softly answered, scooting closer to caress her leg. “come sit with me baby.” he told the girl. naive and completely clueless. she hesitantly sat up fully, moving to drape her legs over his lap, resting her head on his shoulders. she took another pull of the blunt she rolled, inhaling deeply, filling the large capacity of her lungs, passing it back to her friend. her brain slowly turned off as the two of them sat in the comfort of one another's silence.

“i love you, you know that right,” he said, exhaling smoke and moving to put a stop to the burning orb at the end of the blunt, interrupting her train of thought, and honestly, it caught iyanna off guard. it was true, he did love her, everything about her really, although at times he took her love and patience completely for granted. “i know, i love you too,” she finally admitted, after years and years. she was ecstatic to hear it, not just ‘love yous’ snuck in goodbyes. the full sentence, and then she kissed him. slow and passionate, savoring the flavor of the smoke in his mouth. their lips moved together like the harmony of a song, pushing and pulling the strings of each other’s hearts. his lips wired against the plush skin of her own, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth. her hands roped around his broad shoulders and up to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer while he moved to straddle her onto his lap. they broke the kiss apart, and worked to remove his hoodie, both eager for one thing. maybe not in the same way, but they both got what they wanted. kind of… 

that was the last time they had sex before the complications started and her eyes finally opened. and then six months into her freshman year of college, they’d slowly grown apart once again due to the space between her college and his football career. and randomly, when someone would approach her and say something smart about her and cameron’s friendship, she’d brush it off and debunk as stupid rumors even though they really weren’t. until one day someone sent her a video of her and cameron together, her heart dropped when she saw it. she denied it, of course, but that was definitely her, in her bedroom, fucking her best friend. 

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Immediately she called him. once, twice, three times, and even a fourth time for good measure. he didn’t answer, and that alone told her everything she needed to know. finally, he returned the call, two days later. she answered and waited for him to speak, after spending the last two days imagining how she’d yell and shout when he eventually called back later the day she called him, but he didn’t, or the day after that, or the one after that. she was drained, embarrassed, regretful, but most of all she was hurt like she’d never been before. he spoke, a casual “hello?” as if everything was okay. “I got a video sent to me the other day…” she let out, with an irritation that was clear as day. “of what?” he questioned, obliviously through the other end of the phone. she let out an exasperated sigh and sat on the plush couch of her apartment. she placed the phone on the cushion and grabbed her lighter to blaze the spliff resting between her index and middle finger. she was stalling, she didn’t want to say what she was about to. hell, she couldn’t even believe this was actually happening. but it was, and she had to face it. she took a hit, a long one, ghosted it, inhaled, then exhaled, reeling in the right way to explain the video to him. “It was a video of us in my old bedroom, our sextape, i guess.” she very hesitantly began. his silence was so loud it was deafening. “i don’t know, and I’m not accusing you of anything, but you were the only one who had that video of us. and then when i called you the other day to tell you what had happened, you didn’t even answer, and i know you’re busy with football and stuff, but like, i feel like you could’ve atleast texted me or something.” she found herself rambling and got embarrassed. “did you show anyone the video?” she asked bluntly, to put an end to her rambles before they continued on and on. still, he didn’t say anything. with every moment of silence she debated hanging up, yet she didn’t. she wanted to hear him say something, anything at all. but she got nothing in response. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” he said in the open. Now she was pissed like never before. “what the fuck do you mean ‘you don’t know what i want you to tell me.' did you send it to someone or not?” she waited for a response. "hello?" she called out, unable to bear the silence. then, he hung up. she called back once, and when he didn't pick up, she was completely done with him. truth be told, she should’ve been done with his ass years ago. she blocked him off everything. all of her socials, her number, her second phone, everything. she didn’t want him to have any access to her ever again, she was disgusted with how he’d changed and she never thought he’d be the one to hurt her so badly. In the past, she’d been cheated on, lied to, manipulated, but nothing ever could have compared to the hurt she’d experienced dealing with cameron.

warnings - smut with no plot, under the influence intercourse, slight hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, spit play, slight choking, oral (f receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, not proofread. minors dni!! this is a repost of one of my old works. formerly @gigidaqueenn

3:47 am

“look in the mirror baby,” cameron taunted, anchoring your face towards your sweaty reflection with a fistful of hair, urging a whimper from your lips. he continued his slow paced deep thrusts into your soft walls. “fuck, cam” you moaned, reaching backwards to press your palm against his lower abdomen, signaling him to slow down. the two of you weren't exactly together, but you both knew you didn't want anyone else. it was complicated to others, but simple enough for the two of you.

“it's too much,” you said cock drunk and head woozy from the drinks the both of you had before teasing each other out of their clothes. he had his full length pushed into you, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. “shh you can take it baby, this what you wanted right?” you responded nodding, choking back a sob from the deep pleasure pooling in the pits of your belly, “use your words mama, tell me what you want” he said untangling his hand from your long hair, replacing it with your neck, covered in love marks from his doing. he quickly pulled you toward his hard chest, fucking upward your dripping cunt, causing you to let out a loud screechy moan. “answer me baby,” he said, applying pressure to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses along the side of your neck and cheek. “fuck! go faster cam,” you screamed out, overwhelmed with his punishingly slow thrusts.

“good girl”, he said, taking note of your neediness, immediately reading the pleasure mixed with frustration on your face. he knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear his baby say it. he let go of your neck causing you to drop down on the mattress as he grabbed hold of your hips drawing you closer to him. he instantly began increasing his pace, focusing on hitting your sweet spot. “cammm” you whimpered, regretting what you had just asked for a moment earlier. “fuck,” he groaned, drawing the lines in his shiny forehead, throwing his head back, displaying the veins in his neck. “i love this pussy, baby” said cam in between thrusts, causing your pussy to clench around him. “i'm so close daddy, don't stop,” you whimpered, eager to chase your release. he watched you in the mirror, fucking into you with precision, pumping his ego. he pinned you into the mattress, pressing the palm of his hand into the small of your back, and reaching down to rub your clit in circles. “cam” you whined loudly. “fuck i'm gonna cum” you moaned watching him through the mirror as he slowed his thrusts removing his hand from your clit causing you to whine. still pressing your hips down, he shifted his gaze from your beautiful reflection in the mirror to your glistening cunt wrapped around him. he then spit onto his thick length, watching as it's spread made way to your tight pussy. as the cool saliva reached your clit, he resumed his slow, deep strokes in your pussy. “go head baby, cum on this dick” he said, slapping a rough hand on your ass, making you whimper from the sharp sting. he pumped his dick into you, making you cum around him, moaning and gripping the sheets. “fuck baby, you so wet” said cameron, leaning against your back, kissing the crook of your neck. reaching his own release, he buried his thick length deep into your pussy, coating your spongy walls. he kept there for a moment before pulling out to flip you onto your back.

“baby” you moaned, still tipsy. he then sat on his knees, pulling your pussy closer to his face on the edge of the bed. he dipped his head in between your parted legs, kissing your lower belly, tracing kisses down to the plush skin between your thighs. he grabbed ahold of your knees pushing them towards your chest as he began placing kisses on your clit. you let out a soft moan through your parted lips at the sensation, “hold your legs for me baby” cam said licking a stripe between your already wet folds. the sudden shock of his tongue relentlessly torturing you sensitive nub sent waves of pleasure through the lower depths of your belly. “cam baby don't stop” was all he needed to hear before tongue fucking your pussy, licking everywhere his tongue could reach. cam knew how to please you, he knew exactly what spots made you whimper and squirm, he studied your every reaction good and bad, he was good at eating pussy, but he was even better at it when he was drunk. he slowly inserted two fingers into your aching cunt, curling them to hit your spot. you whimper, holding onto the back of his low shaven head for support. “i love you baby” he mumbles against you, sending vibrations through your clit. “i love you more daddy,” you moan. “i'm cumming” you say as your back arches off the bed into his mouth. cam stuffs your pussy deeper, kissing your clit as your orgasm washes over you, cumming on his tongue.