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“fuck it, guess we both ain’t shit.” + “hoes ain’t spare me, why would i spare them?”

“the fuck you goin’ through my phone for, bro?”

“well, if you wasn’t fuckin’ that bitch, i wouldn’t have went through that shit!”

you and your so-called “boyfriend” Derrick were in a huge argument after his phone went off while he was in the shower and you walked over to see what the notification was, your face falling flat at the sight of a promiscuous text from Amaya Campbell — the captain of the cheerleading team. you didn’t know his password, but after guessing it few times, you got lucky and unlocked it, which prompted you to go through and search every app on his phone, even his Settings app.

after doing your thorough search, you found out that Derrick and Amaya had been fucking around behind your back for two whole months, and it made your stomach churn that all of it slid under your radar.

as soon as Derrick got out of the shower and walked out of bathroom now fully dressed, you threw his phone at him with all your strength and it hit him right in the center of his broad chest, his reflexes kicking in and catching the mobile device before it hit the ground. once he looked down at his screen and saw his messages with Amaya on display, he knew he had been caught, but it didn’t stop you from going off on him.

“Derrick, i swear to God, you got me fucked up,” you chuckled bitterly, crossing your arms, as your jaw clenched and you angrily tapped your foot against the floor, your shoe creating soft yet audible thudding sounds, “you mean to tell me you been fuckin’ this bitch for two damn months behind my back and thought i wasn’t gon’ find out about that shit?”

“see, i shouldn’t even be surprised. football players love fuckin’ on cheerleaders, that shit is common knowledge. but you? you a triflin’ ass nigga and i hope you know that shit,” you seethed, a furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your foot abruptly stopped and you raised your hands in angry surrender, “matter of fact… i want you to get whatever shit you got over here and get the fuck out my apartment.”

“baby, c’mon, you don’t mean that—”

“don’t— do not call me no damn ‘baby’, Derrick, i’m not fuckin’ playin’ with you, nigga!” you suddenly shouted, flailing your arms a little, as the furrow between your eyebrows deepened and you glared at him so hard that if looks could kill, he’d be dead as hell, “get whatever shit you have over here and get the fuck out, like i said! we through! you can have yo’ lil’ ho ass cheerleader now, ain’t that what the fuck you want?!”

you crossed your arms and your jaw clenched tightly, your jawline becoming emphasized from the action, as you and Derrick stared at each other and uncomfortable and tense silence filled the room, your eyes slightly narrowing at him. you weren’t about to stay with him after this. you’d be a fool to stay with a man who’d cheat on you, and you were far from that. you knew your worth and you weren’t about to diminish by staying with him, even if the two of you have been together for two years.

Derrick stared at you for a moment before letting out a quiet huff and tucking his phone in his pocket as he walked over to your closet and grabbed his gym bag from against its door frame, carrying it over to your dresser and pulling open a few drawers to take out the clothes he had stashed between yours.

you stood there silently as you watched him take his belongings, your jaw remaining clenched while your eyes trailed his every move. words couldn’t describe how angry you were. you were so pissed that if you were in a cartoon, there would be smoke coming out of your ears. the fact that he could throw everything the two of you had away for another girl was mind-boggling to you, but you weren’t going to question it. you weren’t about to on a whole “why her and not me?” rant, you weren’t better than that.

but this situation was far from over — very far.

“so, what exactly did you find in that nigga’s phone, girl?” your best friend Janelle asked, her eyebrows raising, as she laid on her stomach on your bed and watched you thoroughly check your bedroom and bathroom to make sure Derrick had truly collected all of his things — if you found anything that belonged to him, it would never see the light of day again.

“a whole bunch of shit. them sextin’ in the early hours of the mornin’, pictures of them together, videos of them fuckin’ — shit, you name it, i found it,” you chuckled bitterly as you angrily rummaged through the drawers and cabinets in your bathroom, “she was all in that nigga’s phone talking ‘bout “ooh, i miss that big dick, daddy.” and he was eatin’ that shit up just like all thot ass niggas do when hoes boost they egos. both of them got no home trainin’ whatsoever.”

“eeeyuck!” Janelle yelped, making an exaggerated gagging sound, as you cracked a small smile and let out a laugh at her exclamation, her dramatics boosting your mood a little, “they had tapes?!”

“man, they had so many damn tapes you would’ve thought they were professional pornstars,” you chuckled, the bridge of your nose scrunching up a little, as Janelle made another gagging noise, this one louder than the last, and you snorted, shaking your head a little, “i can’t believe that shit flew by me for two whole months, ‘Nelle. like, i’m sick as fuck knowin’ that shit was happenin’ behind my back and i was blind to it.”

“uh-uh, don’t be blamin’ yourself for what that fuck nigga did, a’ight? you shouldn’t have had to worry about him cheatin’ on you because he wasn’t even supposed to be doin’ that shit in the first place, let alone with the most known ho on campus,” Janelle scolded, raising her eyebrows, as she pointed at you with her index finger, “this shit ain’t your fault just ‘cause you wasn’t aware that it was happenin’, boo. niggas cheat ‘cause they can’t resist temptation, it has absolutely nothin’ to do with you or anything about you, ‘kay?”

you paused and looked over at her, noticing the seriousness in her tone and the stern yet loving look in her eyes. cracking a smile, you walked out of the bathroom and over to your bed as you laid down on your stomach next to Janelle and rested your head against her shoulder, making her smile at you and press a soft kiss against your temple while her arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you closer.

“thanks, ‘Nelley-Pooh. you always know what to say.” you smiled, earning a snort from Janelle, as she laughed loudly and rested her cheek against your head, making your smile widen.

“you know damn well i told you to stop callin’ me that shit a long time ago. nice to know you still hardheaded,” Janelle chuckled, making you laugh, as she rubbed your shoulder and raised her head from yours, causing you to raise your head from her shoulder to look over at her, “anyway, i hope you know we goin’ out tonight ‘cause i’m not leavin’ you here to sulk over a nigga that can’t keep his dick in his drawls.”

“where we goin’?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing a little, as Janelle smiled mischievously and clasped her hands together, making you laugh at her antics.

“Murph’s havin’ a house party tonight — and i’m takin’ you with me,” Janelle smiled widely as she pointed at you with her index finger before pointing at herself with her thumb, “because i know the perfect fuckin’ way to get your lick back on that bitch ass nigga Derrick.”

your eyebrows raised in amusement mixed with anticipation and your eyes searched Janelle’s face, seeing nothing but eager mischief and devious joy, “‘Nelle, what the hell are you thinkin’ in that head of yours? ‘cause you startin’ to make me nervous.”

“you couuuld…” Janelle dramatically trailed off and made a drumroll by clapping her hands together as she leaned up from her stomach and sat back onto her knees, a wide sneaky smile creeping onto her face before she abruptly stopped clapping, “get your lick back by fuckin’ on the one and only Cameron Cade!”

your eyes widened and your eyebrows shot to the sky again as you looked at Janelle for a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter — not necessarily laughing at her, but at the opportunity presented to you on a silver platter. Cameron Cade wasn’t just the golden boy on campus that every girl wanted, he was the star quarterback on the football team that every scout wanted to draft to their respective USFF teams — and him being on the football team meant one thing to you and Janelle: Derrick was his teammate.

you and Cameron had spoken a few times, but it wasn’t anything serious — just a greeting here and there or him telling you where Derrick was whenever you couldn’t find him. even though you remained faithful to Derrick, you couldn’t lie and say Cameron wasn’t attractive, especially since Janelle would purposefully go on and on about him behind closed doors just to get under your skin.

Cameron stood at 6’5” — three inches taller than Derrick — and had a body that was sculpted by the Gods, all toned and muscular in the right spots that could drive any woman crazy. his head was buzzed and his eyes were colored, his irises a blueish-green hue that intimated almost everyone he looked at. his jawline was sharp and his lips looked as soft as pillows, even though they were on the thinner side. he had a face that was so handsome that he had no lookalikes on campus like most of the other boys did, and it only garnered more attention to him.

Cameron Cade was truly something special, but tonight? tonight, he’d be more than that — he’d be yours.

“you know what? hell yeah!” you exclaimed through your laughter, leaning up and sitting back onto your knees, as Janelle joined into your laughter by giggling mischievously, “what time does the party start, ‘Nelle?”

“9 o’clock, boo! we not gon’ get there ‘til around 10 though ‘cause by then, all the fine shit gon’ be there.”

“i know you see that nigga over there eyeing you down.” you instigated, smirking knowingly, as you took a sip of your alcoholic beverage and gave Janelle a playful side-eye, making her snort softly before she turned her head to look at you.

“oh, i see him. we been playin’ eye-tag, boo, you gotta’ keep up,” Janelle smirked, raising her eyebrows, as you swallowed your sip and let out a laugh while you adjusted your hold on your red solo cup, “in other news though, how you gon’ approach Cam?”

“girl, i haven’t seen him all night,” you chuckled as you fixed the collar of your jacket and looked around the room for a moment before looking back at Janelle, “have you?”

“mm-mm,” Janelle hummed, shaking her head a little, as she took a quick sip of her drink and glanced over at the unknown man across the room who was staring her down before turning her attention back towards you, “i’m ‘bout to go see what this brown-skin talkin’ about though, so i’ma see you in a lil’ bit, ‘kay? go find that QB.”

Janelle gave you a wink and a quick pat on your shoulder before she disappeared off into the crowd, making you smile a little while you chuckled to yourself and shook your head. one thing about Janelle, she was bound to see something she liked when the two of you went to a party, but she’d always let you know where she’d be at before she left your side.

looking down at your cup, you swirled the last bit of liquid you had left around in it before leaning up from the wall and heading to the kitchen, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Janelle was safe with her brown-skinned mystery man before you disappeared off into kitchen to refill your cup.

however, before you could enter the kitchen, you somehow managed to roughly bump into a firm body, but before you could stumble over your own feet, their hands shot out to grab your waist and steady you, which ultimately caused your unoccupied hand to grab onto a part of the person’s clothing.

on the bright side, because your cup was almost empty, none of the liquid splashed out onto you or the mystery person, which you were extremely grateful for — other than the person catching you before you fell, of course.

“shit, my bad, Y/N, i ain’t see you,” the sound of a familiar voice made your head raise and you cracked a small grin at the sight of the man of the hour — Cameron Cade, “you good?”

your predicament settled in quicker than you expected it to — you had bumped into Cameron on your way to the kitchen and he was holding your waist to keep you upright while your unoccupied hand fisted his jacket to hold onto him.

“yeah, i’m good,” you reassured, loosening your grip on his jacket, as Cameron’s hands lingered on your waist for a moment before he gently removed them, making you do the same, “you just got here? i ain’t seen you all night.”

“nah, i been chillin’ with my niggas. ain’t feel like bein’ noticed tonight,” Cameron shrugged as he glanced around the room for a little before focusing his attention back on you, “if you lookin’ for Derrick, i ain’t seen him.”

“i ain’t lookin’ for him. i was lookin’ for you,” you professed, raising your eyebrows a little, as your lips curled up into a small smirk and a look of surprise crossed Cameron’s face, his eyebrows raising higher than yours, “that ain’t my nigga no more, Cam. i’m single.”

the moment those last two words came from your mouth, you noticed something shift in his eyes. it was subtle, but you saw it, and even though you couldn’t necessarily put your finger on it now, you knew you’d be able to figure it out sooner or later.

“mind if i ask what happened?” Cameron asked, his eyes searching yours, as you looked up at him silently for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.

“he cheated with the biggest thot on campus,” you answered casually with a small shrug of your shoulders, “you know, your favorite cheer captain who be shakin’ her ass for you and your teammates.”

“favorite cheer captain?” Cameron repeated, obvious disdain in his voice, as his eyebrows furrowed and you snorted softly, “ain’t nothin’ about that girl appealing to me. she be tryna’ fuck on any player she can get her hands on.”

“oh, so, you ain’t goin’ for her?” you teased, smirking a little, as Cameron smacked his lips and straight-faced you, making you laugh.

“hell nah. damn near the whole team done had that, i ain’t goin’ for no sloppy thirty seconds.” Cameron grimaced, the bridge of his nose slightly scrunching up, as you quickly covered your mouth to hold back your laugh but failed miserably, laughing heartily into the palm of your hand.

you never knew Cameron had such a deep dislike for Amaya, but it felt good knowing you weren’t the only one who could see through her “sweet cheerleader” facade. in fact, it felt even better knowing he didn’t fuck her because it meant you wouldn’t have to compete with her again.

“i got a question for you, though,” Cameron suddenly announced, watching your laughter slowly cease, as you raised your eyebrows a little and let out a soft “hm?”, gesturing for him to continue, “why was you lookin’ for me?”

a sly smirk slowly spread across your face and you titled your head a little, your primary objective resurfacing to the front of your mind as quick as it had developed from Janelle’s suggestion.

“because i got a proposition for you,” you smirked mischievously as you gestured towards him with the rim of your almost-empty cup and your smirk converted into a wide grin, “wanna help me make Derrick mad?”

Cameron’s eyebrows raised in curiosity at the sound of your question and he looked down at you silently for a moment before cracking a small smirk and letting out a soft chuckle.

“what you need me to do?”

if you weren’t already grateful for Janelle’s suggestion, you definitely were now.

you were laid out on your back in your bed as Cameron fucked into you, his strokes deep and as passionate as they could be while one of his hands gripped your waist and the other held onto your neck. his hips moved with a steady rhythm that never faltered and his thumb gently pressed against your pulse point as his forehead rested against yours and his colored irises stared down at you, making you maintain eye contact with him while your legs snugly wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper than he already was.

“fuuuuck— just like t-that, baby,” you whined, a furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your hands clutched Cameron’s back and pulled him impossibly closer, his chest now flush against yours, “you feel s-soooo good, C-Cam…”

“and you takin’ it so good, mama. you so pretty when you takin’ this dick like a big girl,” Cameron cooed, a small smirk crossing his face, as he pressed his thumb against your chin and turned your head to the side, burying his face in the crook of your neck and gliding his tongue across your melanated skin, “can’t believe that stupid ass nigga had the nerve to cheat on you when you so damn gorgeous and got the best pussy in the fuckin’ world. you a gem, mama — the most precious one there is.”

you moaned in response to his words and your head tilted to the side to further expose your neck as one of your hands slid up his back to cradle the back of his head, your body arching into his touch as if you couldn’t get enough of it. your eyes rolled back and the furrow between your eyebrows deepened as you felt Cameron lift one of your legs from around his waist to the pit of his elbow and you gasped sharply, feeling his hips slightly shift and angle to fuck you deeper.

“shiiit! ooh, fuuuck— Caaameron!—”

before you could continue your cries out to the man pleasuring you, the sound of your phone ringing sliced through the intense sexual desire in the room and you groaned in annoyance, your face contorting to one of irritation while Cameron’s strokes slowed down and he raised his head to look down at you.

“want me to get that?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows a bit, as you turned your head to look up at him and he placed a soft brief kiss on your lips, “could be important.”

“not more important than me gettin’ to cum,” you mumbled, letting out a soft huff, as Cameron chuckled softly and grinned a little at you, “grab it and pass it to me, Cam.”

completely stopping his strokes, Cameron removed his hand from your neck and reached over to your bedside table as he grabbed your phone and handed it to you without looking at the caller ID, watching your hand leave the back of his head to grab onto it.

huffing softly, you adjusted your phone in your hand to properly see who was calling you, but once you did, a wide Grinch-like smile spread across your face and you snorted softly as your eyes flickered up to Cameron.

“it’s Derrick,” you announced in amusement, making Cameron raise his eyebrows in surprise, as you laughed and looked between your phone and Cameron’s face, “think i should answer it?”

“you said you wanted to make him mad, right?” Cameron smirked, lowering your leg from his arm, as he pulled out of you and suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach, making you squeal while your grip tightened on your phone, “let’s piss that nigga off then.”

Cameron’s hands grabbed your hips and he lifted them slightly as he pushed back inside you, making you moan out at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim again. once he bottomed out, he leaned down to you and rested his chest against your back as he pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder and pushed your hair out of the way.

“answer it and put it on speaker. let that nigga hear what i’m ‘bout to do to you.” Cameron murmured against your shoulder, slowly rolling his hips into yours, as you smirked widely and let out a soft giggle, adjusting your phone in your hand for a second time before you answered the call and placed it on speaker like he asked.

“fuck you callin’ me for, nigga?” the way your demeanor shifted from smitten to hostile would’ve been funny if there were different circumstances, but you were sure you and Janelle would have a big laugh once you gave her a recap of how your night went.

“can we talk about this shit, Y/N? like, fo’real? i’m not tryna’ lose you over somethin’ small like this, shawty.” Derrick’s words nearly sent you on another furiously disrespectful rant, but the moment you felt Cameron start deliberately thrusting into you instead of his previous hip rolls, you practically melted against the bed.

“ain’t—mmh—shit about t-this small, fuck you mean?” you scoffed through your small moan, a furrow of pleasure mixed with annoyance forming between your eyebrows, as a soft gasp fell from your lips at feeling Cameron slightly angle his hips and your eyes rolled back, your unoccupied hand balling up your sheets, “y-you fucked that b-bitch behind my back and think that’s s-somethin’ small?— oh, f-fuuuuck…”

Cameron smirked wickedly against your shoulder and his colored eyes peered up at you to watch your face as his arms wrapped around your torso, one of them low on your hips and the other against your chest. his hand near your chest grabbed one of your breasts and kneaded the flesh in his palm as his fingers toyed with your nipple, causing it to harden against the pads of his digits.

“the fuck are you over there doin’?” ignoring Derrick’s obviously aggravated question, you adjusted your hips and pushed them up a little more, a sharp gasp falling from your lips once you felt Cameron thrust deeper and a different angle.

“s-shiiiit,” you whined, feeling Cameron tighten his arms around you, as your jaw dropped and your head slumped forward against the bed, your cheek pressed against it while your ass clapped against Cameron’s pelvis, “you s-soooo deep, Cameron…”

you called Cameron’s name on purpose and both of you knew it, wide identical smirks on both of your faces as Cameron raised his head from your shoulder to look down at you, your eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint in them.

“yeah? i’m deep in this good ass pussy, mama?” Cameron cooed, tilting his head a little, as his hand shifted from your chest to your neck and he latched onto it, lifting your head from the bed and slightly tilting it back while his thumb pressed against your jawbone.

“mmhmmmm! ooh, shiiit, you in my stomach, baby,” you whined, your eyebrows furrowing again, as your mouth hung open and Cameron dipped his head down, planting soft kisses against your cheek while simultaneously speeding up his strokes, “mmh, you fuck me so g-gooddd, Cam… best dick ever.”

“this what we doin’ now? you fuckin’ on my teammates and shit ‘cause you mad? that’s how you comin’?” truthfully, Derrick’s yelling went in one ear and came out the other — for you, at least. Cameron, on the other hand, heard him loud and clear, and it only made his smirk widen and increased his determination to piss him off further.

“say that shit again, baby. make me feel that shit,” Cameron smirked smugly, leaning up from you, as he leaned back onto his knees and grabbed your hips, hoisting them higher in the air and placing a deep arch into your back while he sped up his strokes, “best what? huh?”

a loud cry ripped through you before you could catch it and your eyes rolled back as your jaw went slack and your mouth hung open again, moans beginning to spill more profusely out of your mouth. your phone slipped out of your hand and landed near your open jaw as both of your hands balled up the sheets and you mewled loudly, your ass rippling with each of Cameron’s quick thrusts.

“b-beeest diiick everrrr!” you shrilly cried out, purposely dragging out your words, as your eyebrows furrowed and you thrusted your hips back to meet his thrusts halfway, which only made your ass clap louder against him to the point you knew Derrick could hear it as clear as day.

“yeah, there you go, baby. uh-huh. fuck me back just like that,” Cameron coached you through your actions as one of his hands left your hips to smack your ass twice, watching it recoil against his palm before he grabbed one of your cheeks to spread them apart, “look at how this pretty lil’ pussy huggin’ on me, mama. she drenchin’ the fuck outta’ me, too — shit damn near soakin’ the sheets. she needed to be fucked right, didn’t she, pretty?”

“uh-huuuuh,” you whined, vigorously nodding your head, as your fingers tightened in the sheets and you whimpered desperately, raw need and desire starting to creep up your spine and seep so deeply into your system that you were starting to forget that you were still on the phone with Derrick, “shiiit, baby, i’m s-sooo close… so fuckin’ c-close, Cam, pleaseee don’t s-stop.”

“i ain’t stoppin’, baby. want you gimme’ all that good shit so i can show you what it’s like to cum from bein’ fucked right, since it’s obvious that nigga can’t do it right.” as if on cue with Cameron’s words, Derrick ended the call and the ‘beep, beep, beep’ from your phone filled the air from his action, which went unnoticed by you but fully noticed by Cameron.

truth be told, you were too fucked-out and focused on your impending orgasm to really focus on Derrick anymore.

“f-fuuuuck— Cameroooon, i’m ‘bout to cuuum!” you cried out, your hip movements faltering, as Cameron grabbed your hips with both hands to steady you and continued at his rhythm, allowing you to melt in his grasp instead of working to fuck him back, “shitshitshit— ohhh, my Go— Cam! Caaam, i-i’m cummin’! fuck!”

“cum all on this dick, beautiful, c’mon. wet this shit up, baby, you deserve it. deserve to feel good and cum as much as you want. drench my shit, mama,” Cameron’s words sent you over the edge and your body seized in place as your eyes tightly squeezed shut and your hands balled up the sheets so tight that your knuckles were close to turning white, a loud broken sob falling from your lips while your orgasm roughly rocketed through you, “mhm, there you go. that’s it, keep cummin’, baby. keep wettin’ this shit up. this good pussy got my shit glistenin’, pretty girl.”

if you would’ve known Janelle’s suggestion would’ve worked out this well, you would’ve started taking her advice a long time ago.

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.