Kay

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You lie flat on your stomach across your bed, your feet swinging in the air with your brown eyes glued to the television screen, engrossed in an episode of Law, and Order SVU, as Olivia Benson commits to solving the case, trash-talking the evil-doers, and a pink bowl of candy in front. You threw a few sweet gummy worms in your mouth, and your teeth dug into the sugary softness.

Your locs, freshly retwisted as you carefully took off the small rubber bands. Unraveling the twisted locs with a careful pace, tongue sticking out, resting against your lip. Focused.

“Welp, there goes another cliffhanger,” you mumbled, chuckling lightly.

You heard a chime from your Ring camera door on your phone, as you smacked your lips, irritated. Your eyes flickered toward the vibrant screen, irritation prickling at you.

You weren't expecting any visitors at 9:50 at night in the comfort of your home. Your curled locs pooled in front of your face, and you were in an oversized black tee shirt of your favorite artist, no bra and no panties on.

That was until you peeked at your phone to see who was at your door. Elias Moore, better known by his moniker, Stack. The younger brother of Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore. Mischievous. Reckless. A sliver tongue. Rough around the edges. His Mississippi accent was thick, and potent.

The blazing fire to Smoke’s still waters, as the two of them combined would create a scorching steam engulfing the air, Smoke was the calm after storms of his own.

You often felt like people misjudged him, merely because of how he acted, and spoke to folks. Sure, Elias was wild, but he had a heart in there.

Stack found himself ruminating over the possible scenarios of what he could have been like, if all of that hadn't happened.

Maybe if he hadn't been so reckless as a child, and his father hadn't beaten him down often, then he would've been different, right?

Different in a good way. But you reassured Elias that he was perfect, the way he was. Despite the constant brotherly bickering with Smoke, and his big brother did it all with love, and protection for his baby brother.

Stack has been behaving oddly recently. Aloof. It all started when you were with his big brother, Smoke. Stack saw you two chatting, while walking out of a cafe and it seemed like you were in love with each other.

Stack assumed that you were dating Smoke from his view, the way you smiled with him, and Smoke smiled back at you, his arm linked over your shoulder as if you were Smoke’s girl. *His. Smoke’s girl.

Stack was infuriated, brimming with jealousy. Stack had you first before Smoke, his eye on you to be exact. He knew that women loved the strong, silent type, but not from his perspective. You? Yes.

You weren't impressed by his whiskey-aged smooth talk. Not his smug little grin, but he was a very fine man. You knew why women flocked to his way, and Smoke’s way. It was obvious.*

Smoke doesn't show that kind of joy for just anyone, unless he feels that strongly. He cared for you, and you cared for him, but it was a friendship. Platonic.

Stack needed an answer from you. Not from his twin brother, just so Smoke could silently taunt him, possibly talk shit. Rub it in his face.

There he stood on the porch stairs of your home, sporting an oversized grey hoodie and matching sweatpants, leaning against the railing. A pair of beige Timberlands, hood over his head. A grin of mischief flashed his new gold fronts across his teeth.

Who was he looking fine for? Your breath hitched. Your thighs pressed together, pussy clenching around nothing desperately at the live video of him on your Ring Camera.

You reached for a pair of shorts, sliding them up before trotting through the hallway, and made a right turn, made a beeline for the front door. You sighed dramatically, reaching for the door knob.

You swung the door open, and Stack had the audacity to step through your threshold, without introducing, or announcing himself. Your face turned sour, lips stuck in a tight line.

“What the hell is wrong with you, nigga? It’s almost 10:00 at night.” You say nonchalantly, gesturing to the time on your phone screen.

Stack didn’t say anything, he only scrapes the flat soles of his shoes across your doormat, and kicking them off into the shoe basket. You closed the screen door, twisting the locks, as you did the same for the front door with ease.

Stack simply stood there, jaw tightened, arms crossed as if he was ready to blow a fuse. Hell, whatever brought in anger for Stack must've been serious.

“Hello? Earth to ‘Lias, E! Smokey Bear’s evil twin?” You called out, your tone was short, abrupt, sharp through his earshot. Your hand waving dismissively in front of his face.

Stack’s head snapped in your direction, narrowing at your height, his jaw clenching tighter, gritting his teeth.

“That’s yo’ nickname for him?” Stack asked, his voice gravelly, deeper, real mean.

Your arms crossed, dismissing his question. Batting your eyelashes, masking your innocence, as your grin almost widened. “Yes. I think it’s cute.”

“You don’t have a nickname for me?” Stack asked, his hand over his muscular chest.

Somehow, you managed to snap him out of his trace, but his voice came out softer, yet the twang of that Mississippi accent, that rasp deepening sent a pang of arousal through your body, betraying you in the worst way. Shorts, wet.

You grinned evilly. “Nothing goes with Stack…there is wac—“ “Don’t finish that fuckin’ sentence, girl.”

Your hand ran over your face, dragging out a sigh. Wondering why you let this man in without announcing. Stack was a piece of work.

“What’s wrong? Did Elijah say something to you?” You asked him, concerned and confused.

Stack moved a bit closer, looming over you even though you were tall, with his hands tucked into the front pocket. Jaw still clenched at the mention of his brother’s name.

Smoke can always to get a rise out of Stack without him around. It was fun to Smoke, often. Stack could hear the dark chuckle from his brother right now.

"You Smoke's girl?” He asked, his voice deepened to a possessive tone, controlled.

Ahh, now you know. Smoke, you & jealousy from him. You wanted to mess with Stack for a little while. The glint of mischief in your eye, and he caught it.

“No, I’m not. Where did you—” You paused before thinking back to the time you, and Smoke spent time together.

“Big Papa Smoke got you acting jealous, Stack?” You asked coyly.

Stack flinched. He was beyond the grappling emotion. His finger lifted your chin, forcing your gaze. Your composure remained still, holding his gaze without flinching.

“I ain’t jealous..I had a feelin’ anyway,” Stack shrugged, his voice held a forced toughness as if he knew about it.

“Nigga, please. You came barging in here like I stole something. Smoke peeped it too. I told him not to, but he’s messy..” You explained, shrugging.

Stack grimaces, biting his tongue. Anger simmering in his chest. “Seriously?”

“Aww, ‘Lias. You’ve gone soft on little ol’ me? You're so cutee!” You exclaimed, your fingers pinched at his cheeks. Once you stop, the pad of your thumb presses against his dimple.

Stack’s lips fell in a tight line, slightly parted without a single sound uttered. Was it bad enough that he liked it when you touched him? He was too stubborn to admit it though.

“I ain’t gone soft, Y/n..” Stack shook his head, cutting his eyes at you. Bore through your soul.

“Yes, you are! It’s cute. Tough guy like you has a heart in there?” You teased, your hand resting over his chest.

Little did you know, his dick was already hard, jumping in his boxers just from on a touch, a smile, a laugh. He couldn’t resist you.

“Yeah I do. But that lil fuckin’ game ain’t just on Smoke, it’s on you too,” Stack warned, his voice smooth like velvet, and rough.

The warning hung in the air between the two of them caught your attention. You swallowed hard before keeping yourself together, but on the inside, heat flowing through you like a tidal wave, quick, and unexpected.

Stack leaned in, his cologne invading your senses, cinnamon, a hint of vanilla bean, citrus, something spicy to kick in. You could hear the soft jiggle of his gold herringbone chain against his collarbone. “You like seein’ a nigga angry, huh? You gon’ play wit’ my feelings like that.”

You objected. “Ay, that was Smoke playing with your feelings, not me.”

Stack’s hand wrapped around your neck, fingering curling tight to apply pressure, his thumb resting against your neck vein. Your pulse quickened so loud that you could hear it in your ears.

You bite back. “Elias…shouldn’t you be mad at your brother instead?”

That made Stack flinched slightly, slowly unraveling over you. He sucked in a breath, before exhaling as if he was blowing smoke from a lit blunt.

He released your neck from his grasp, leaving you breathless. Stack gave your desired space, yet close to you, almost inches apart.

“You right. But I did come all this way for you, and just the thought of Smoke havin’ you all to himself drove me crazy.” Stack confessed softly, his voice still raspy, torn with emotion.

“I don’t like that you gave him a nickname, and Smoke played me like that. He got to hold yo’ hand before me.” Stack went on, his voice softer, more potent.

“Elijah—-“ “Don’t say his name, say mine…”

Stack’s mischievous grin spread across his face again, unforgiving. Your hands snaked below the waistband of his sweatpants yet you stopped. “Can I touch you?”

“Am I yours, Y/n?” “Of course, you are…”

With a nod of his consent, your hands rubbed up, and down just to tease the man. His whole jaw flexing tight, his stomach doing flips, and clenching tight. His dick throbbing against the fabric of his boxers, your palm, warm, heavy and swollen in your hand.

“Feel that? That’s what you do to me, baby.” He confessed again, voice audible, measured.

Stack was melting slowly, softly at the touch of you. You ruined him from a distance, and up close, personal. Hot, and bothered like a sinner sweating in church.

“Take me to the bedroom..”

By your command, his hand latched around your waist, while hefting you under his buff arm, resting you over his shoulder. Carrying you through the halls, and made a beeline for the bedroom, as he laid you on the edge of the mattress.

His clothes thrown across the floor, while you stripped out of yours. But Stack ripped your panties off, eliciting a sharp tear of fabric. His hands on the blanket, as his eyes flickered down at you for consent.

“Yes, you can fuck me..”

His hand latched around his dick, heavy, hung low. Curving to the right just a tad. The intricate veins wrapped up, and down, the head protruding with desperate need.

His muscular body in all its glory, defined, soft, and smooth. Brown skin from his head to his toes. You couldn’t wait.

Elias’s eyes locked in a devoted gaze, lovingly like he couldn’t hide it. He couldn’t. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping it slowly. He hissed softly, dragging out a raspy groan.

“You know that I don’t like to wait, baby..” You sang playfully, your tongue glided across your lip.

Stack chuckled off a groan, stifling the sound in his throat. “S-says the one is teasin her damn self. Makin me wait…”

“If you can fuck me right, Elias..” “A’ight then..”

Stack pushed himself in, inch by inch, as his tip nudged your folds apart. The sudden sensation made you moan desperately like you haven’t had it in a while. Needy. Filled. The stretch of your walls around his dick, encircling to his shape. Your eyelids closed shut, as his thumb pressed on your clit. He groaned like he was drunk, as his tip strikes your spot. “Elias!”

“Now, that’s the only name I wanna hear, baby…” he rasped, his hands on your waist, as his hips pushing in deep, thrusts rough and soft. You were panting heavily, speechless. He wasn’t too sloppy. No brute force. Switching the pace, his own movements made your hips push with his, screaming like you were in pleasure, and pain.

You watched his dick go deeper inside you, the white essence all over thickening, gushing, creaming again, again. The few raspy rumbling in his throat made you wetter. He gave you every inch of him just as he was yours. His thrusts were reckless, precise and pleasurable. Driving you crazy. “Soo..goood!” You released raspy cries, calling out to him like a life line. “Yeah, that’s it…feel me..” he whispered, biting his lip. His moans were heavy, raspier, and he didn’t hold back.

Stack wanted you to hear him. His hips crashing into yours, with the curve of that dick hitting a spot in an endless loop, bruising your cervix like he hated you. Real mean.

“You'll feel this dick for days without me…shit..like this? I'll still feel that pussy..” He pants heavily, his eyes were still half- lidded. Watching you down below, the way his dick disappeared inside you. Fuck, that mouth of his. You whimpered pathetically underneath him, your brows furrowing in focus.

Yet Stack flipped both of you, while he wasn’t too sloppy on his back, and you on top of him. His jaw tight. Bouncing with lethal power, your hands resting on his chest, raising underneath. “You feel good..” he groans lowly, his head thrown back. Nails dug deep. He had a great view of you hovering an over him, burning the sight into his brain. “I know I do…” you bragged, your lips parted. A slow grind here, and a plethora of bouncing there. He loved it.

The swell of him enlarged inside you, as bite off a moan. His hand snaked to your throat, and his fingers curling around tight. His curve hitting that spot. You screamed. You gasped for air, yet he pulled you down, crashing your lips onto his. “You don’t fuck too pretty, you fuck real good. You mean wit’ it..” Stack groans, his eyes stayed at you. His muscles taut. Your pussy squeezes between his dragged out strokes, walls fluttering softly, gripping like a vice. Sucking him in, stretching you open. “You love it..Elias..” you moaned softly, eyes rolled back.

“This dick is all mine, baby. Don’t you forget that. This pussy clenching around you tight like it’s yours..” You pants, grinding still with brute force. He fucked you like his life depends on it. As if he were wither away, die without you. He would have in a heartbeat. Stack bites back. “It is mine..” he could feel it from every flutter, heartbeat and clench.

“This pussy right here? Moldin’ into the shape of my dick. I can feel it…fuckk..baby. That lil heartbeat? That’s how I know..” Stack says lovingly, his hands latched onto your waist tighter. You fucked him back, with everything in you. Pressed your chest against his, you weight on him. “Stack…you’re twitching…” you murmured in his ear. Hands beside his head. His dick twitching inside, begging for a release. You gushed, creamed, and cummed hard, as if it was a tsunami, flooding him completely. Milking him dry.

Stack flipped both of you, yet this time you were your back while he hovering above you. “Is my pussy killing you?” You teased, nails clawing at him. Moaning like a madwoman. Legs shaking between his waist, bunched up against his side. He fucked you through the mattress, and plunged without mercy. His face softening, scrunched up. “ You killin’ me like this..” Stack groaned deeply, his head craned back. Body shaking in desperation. Wet.

With a plethora of thrusts shoving you across the bed, and the swirl of his pelvis against your clit. You whined pathetically, eyelids shutting softly. The coil in your stomach began to tighten, as you came undone again. Stack’s thrusts turned slower, passionate. craved for you to be close, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His teeth sank on your skin, your melanated skin with hickeys.

His hand on the headboard, vice grip tightened while his hips pushed forward, animalistically. The bed creaks underneath their weight, his raspy, deep groans echoing with your wild moans. Obscene. Unhinged.

With that, his release caught up to him. Yours followed suit. His thick, warm cum spilling into you, again, and again. You screamed for your life, your back arched, as his fingers played with your clit. You whined softly, as you felt everything from him. Your hand rubbed his back, as his face remained buried in your neck before pulling away.

“Damn, I love you.” He says randomly, but he means it.

“Aww, you've gone soft on me, ‘Lias. I love you too!”

He pulled out of you slowly, just to see his fat dick inch out of your swollen pussy, his tongue gliding across his lip. His half- lidded eyes squinted a bit, the white mingling with the pink and deep brown of your folds, parting again. His cum oozing out. The soft gushing. You squirted on his abdomen, without shame. His mouth on you, slurping it.

“Can I get a taste, sweetheart?” Stack asked with mischief, a faint grin on his face. His southern drawl spilled over.

You chuckled softly, with a lazy smile on your beautiful face. Nodding weakly, your chest falling and rising. Pent up exhaustion. “Yeah, eat..” you spoke, your voice still audible.

Your legs parted for him, as his hands rested underneath your knees, resting them on his shoulders before burying his face against your pussy lips, lapping his tongue across your swollen folds, his mouth closed, and opened frantically as he swallowed the cum hard. Your hand atop his head, pushing him deep. “Swallow it—fuckk!” His throat flexing, raspy rumble in his mouth. Humming deliciously just so you could hear him, the loud slurping. This man was a big ol’ freak. Greedy.

After Stack ate you out for hours, he tidied up the place, and replaced them with clean sheets. Stack prepared a soothing bubble bath for you and joined in to help wash you.

He took care of you, helped you in your pajamas, and stayed with you all night long, sleeping peacefully in your arms. He was yours. All yours.

It was between you and Zach.

Kayda had the choice between you and Zach. You both stood up there, nervous. He didn’t know she liked girls.

Matter of fact, none of the boys did. Maybe some of the girls caught on but other than that, the boys didn’t know. The only person who knew was you.

“Please pick which person you wanna choose and why.” You heard Ariana, the host, said.

“I would like to couple up with this person because they make me feel special, they make me feel wanted and heard. They always listen to me and my rants and my nonsense. They’re really special and I know that we’d be inseparable outside the villa.” Kayda said.

Zach started smiling, he thought it was about him. All the boys started hyping him up quietly. But the girls noticed something.

Trinity pointed it out quietly to Melanie and Aniya.

“Yall, she wasn’t looking at Zach when she said that.” Trinity said, “she was looking at (Name).”

Aniya’s and Melanie’s head turned to Kayda and she was indeed looking at you.

“Oh shit, is she gonna pick her?” Melanie whispered.

“Well we gon’ see now” Aniya replied.

“The person I’d like to couple up with is….

(Name)”

Everyone gasped, Zach was shocked, the boys were shocked. Everyone was shocked.

You smiled, and went up to her and hugged her. She hugged you back, but what she really wanted to do was make out with you.

Once the recoupling was over, you and Kayda went over to the yellow couch with the rest of the girls.

“Now how the fuck did this happen?” Melanie said, you all started laughing.

“Listen, we was feeling each other and decided to see where this goes, y’know?” You replied to them.

“I’m all for it, Zach was a bitch and we all know that.” Trinity said. Everyone else agreed.

It was 11:50, everyone was getting ready for bed. You were in the bathroom changing when Kayda walked in.

She kissed you and turned you around. “If any of the boys say anything you snap back, m’kay? Cuz they just mad because I chose you and not Zach.”

“I know.” You told her, kissing her back.

The next day, you decided to wear your Afro out and lay in soul ties for a little bit. You knew the producers were gonna yell at you if you didn’t have anyone to interact with but did you care? I’ll let you decide that.

Kayda saw you alone, so she went up to you and laid in the soul ties bed with you. Yall didn’t say anything, you guys didn’t need to.

She made sure your hair was to her chest so she could play with it.

“Did you know that my mom didn’t really know how to take care of my hair?” She told you.

“For real?” You asked, looking up at her.

“Yeah, my mom didn’t know any products that worked for my hair and on top of that, she didn’t know what to do with it.” She said.

“So what did you do with your hair?” You asked.

“Nothing, and if someone said something about it I’d snap back or fight them.” She said laughing. (I think they were resurfacing videos of Kayda fighting on TikTok so that’s why I’m saying this)

“Well, it seems like you’re doing good now. But how I take care of my hair is that I wash it, well wait—I put a prewash in it, and then I wash it, shampoo, wash it out, shampoo again, wash it out, conditioner, wash it out, then I detangle it and style it.” You said, explaining each step to her.

She wasn’t listening though, well she was, but only to your voice and not what you were saying. “That’s nice.”

“Were you even listening, Kayda?”

“Yeah.. I think.”

Before you could say anything, she kissed you to distract you from the fact she didn’t listen to a word you said.

She got on top of you slowly, kissing you and rubbing your body. She moved your bikini bottoms to the side and slid her middle finger up and down your slit, occasionally circling your clit.

“Fuck, Kayda” you sighed.

“Shh, quiet baby.” She puts her middle and her ring finger in your pussy and slowly starts to go in and out.

You bit your lip, arching your back. “S-shit Kayda.”

You also pull her bikini bottoms to the side and repeat exactly what she’s doing. She moans quietly and kisses you.

You both were trying so hard to stay quiet. She spread your legs a little more and put her pussy to yours.

When you felt the contact, you both moan loudly.

She started scissoring you, fast. You both had to kiss each other to keep quiet since it felt too good.

You were so close, it felt as if she knew you were going to cum and stopped. She put you on top and told you to sit on her face and turn around so you could be in the 69 position.

She made sure to eat you out GOOD. And you did the same. You were grinding on her face at a fast pace because of how close you were, all while eating her out as well.

You both came at the same time, moaning, but not as loud as before.

It took the both of you at least 20 minutes to calm down from your highs.

“I told myself I wouldn’t have sex on tv now look at us.” You said, and both of you started laughing.

“My parents are watching this.” She told you. “Same.”

When it was time for bed, you went into the bedroom since you had gotten done before her and Aniya looked at you suspiciously.

“Was something going on in soul ties? We heard a whole lotta noise.” Aniya said.

“Not that I know of.” You said, holding back a smile.

a/n: I kept procrastinating

They had a tendency to choose you over him; walking away from Devin mid petting because you walked into the same room, choosing to lay by your side instead of his... Devin may have acted like he was bothered by it, but really, it was the opposite for him.

The door to the bedroom was slightly open, creaking a little when Devin pushed it to enter. Haven's head lifted off the floor immediately, his body relaxing when his eyes landed on Devin. After stretching, he made his way to him, resting his head against Devin's knee as he scratched between his ears.

Hector was still asleep on the rug in the middle of the room, definitely enjoying being the less on guard dog of the two. Briefly shaking his head at his dogs' inability to sleep in the room they had provided for them whenever you were around, Devin's gaze finally settled on your peacefully asleep figure, bundled in the sheets.

He could see strands of your hair poking out from the satin bonnet you had on, one of your arms stretched out over his side of the bed as if he was still there with you. Something about that sight really grounded him, just knowing you were there was able to make everything okay.

He stepped away from Haven, placing his bags in the closet for now before heading to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.

By the time he came out, you were still asleep. He noticed you had turned, your body now facing the door. Dressed in a white tank top and the bottoms of the matching pyjama set you bought for the two of you last winter, he made his way into the bed, careful not to disturb you.

With your back now against his chest, Devin pulled you a little closer to him, one of his arms folded under his head whilst the other held around your waist. He felt you stir, getting comfortable in the new position you were in before his breathing started to match yours as he dozed off.

☆

You were the first to wake up, feeling a new yet familiar weight from behind you. Turning your head, you smiled when your eyes landed on Devin, still asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

Leaning back into his embrace, you turned around gently so as not to wake him up, resting your head against his chest. He stirred, ever the light sleeper, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back.

"Welcome back," you mumbled, trying to preserve the peaceful ambiance around you both.

He hummed, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his face nuzzling your neck, beard creating a tickling sensation.

"Missed you," he mumbled, his voice full of sleep.

You didn't say anything back just yet, a soft smile on your lips as you held his head to your body, your nails gently raking over the nape of his neck.

You stayed like that for a couple more minutes, or hours, you didn't know. Time always had a way of slipping through your fingers when you were with Devin.

You got up first, slipping out of Devin's hold as you made a start on your day. You knew he'd be up soon after, unable to comfortably stay away from you knowing you were within hand's reach.

After a shower and getting ready, you fed the dogs downstairs before starting on breakfast, which was when Devin finally joined you. He'd gotten ready too, a white tank top adoring the top half of his body paired with black Phoenix Suns sweatpants.

Haven brushed his body against Devin's legs, grumbling when he bent down to scratch his back. Devin turned his head towards you, feeling your gaze on him to find you looking at them with a smile. "Stop being sappy," he joked, getting up and walking towards you at the counter.

His chest pressed up against your back, arms enclosing you in a hug as you worked through the strawberries and kiwis. "I'm not," you replied. "Just missed you."

"Yeah?" You nodded. "I missed you too."

"I know, I got the texts to prove it," you were referring to one of the many text threads between you and Devin where he's complain about how the distance was affecting him without actually mentioning it.

One side of the bed is really cold.

No one made me a smoothie this morning :/

Saw this, thought of you.

Call me real quick.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah," you scoffed. "I know you love me and all but you can't go a week without me?"

"It was more than a week," he fell for your teasing. "It was torture."

You let out a short hum as he kissed your neck, his eyes following the movement of your hands on the chopping board.

"Well, 'just over a week' had you calling real frantic, talkin' bout some "Oh, I miss you, I miss kissing you and f───"

"You still picked up though, so what you gotta say about that?" He interrupted you, his cheeks burning a little as your recounted his neediness.

He couldn't stop the giggle that left your lips, fighting a smile of his own. "Anyways," he stole a strawberry when you turned to wipe your hands on a cloth. "What you been up to?"

"Well," you turned around to face him, clean hands intertwined around his neck as you spoke. "Finally got the new shipment and updated loads of orders. I was in and out of the warehouse a few times to check up on stuff. Mainly just doing admin."

"You take it easy like I said?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Devin."

His hands squeezed your hips, eyebrows furrowed. "Watch it," he murmured.

"I didn't overwork myself, promise."

"I know. Kasie would've told me otherwise."

"You keeping tabs on me now?"

"Yeah, 'cause last time, your ass almost fainted at the office talkin' bout some 'I just need to answer emails.'"

"Whatever." your nails raked the back of his neck as you continued filling him in, now moving onto details of your lunch with your cousins.

Devin paid attention, nodding and giving little comments in the right places, but his mind was elsewhere. Lost in your words, his kisses on your neck started to linger a little more, and your voice started to falter when he bit gently on your skin.

"Dev," you mumbled. "You even listening?"

"I am, baby, keep talkin'."

"Yeah, right." You pulled your neck away from his face, a slight smirk on your face when you recognised the hazy look in his eyes.

He looked away from you, already knowing what you were capable of doing to him. Instead, he settled for looking at your braids; waist length blonde and deep ginger goddess braids, freshly done, complimenting you immensely as they always did.

"This looks real good on you," he twirled your hair in one hand as he held your waist with the other.

"Thank you."

"You gon' have to put it up for me, though."

You raised a brow, not even hiding the smile that broke loose on your face.

"What about breakfast?" You were playing with him at this rate.

Devin didn't say anything, just gave you an 'are you being for real?' look before using a hand on your cheek to pull your face to his, melting into the kiss when your lips touched his.

He kissed you like a starved man, which if you asked him, he had been. His tongue felt heavy against yours as you kissed, your chest pressed up against his. Your moans lost in his mouth, Devin gently grabbed the back of your head, guiding you right where he could kiss you even deeper.

You don't know how long you were there in the kitchen for, it felt like five minutes but easily could've been more.

He didn't want to let you go, or ruin the momentum of the kiss, so he took a hold of both your thighs, picking you up and walking you back to the room you exited not too long ago.

You laughed when he threw you onto the bed, closing the door before making his way back over to you.

"I missed you real bad," he kissed all over your face, pulling away to take the top you wore and his own top off, revealing your bare chest. "But if you sent me one more picture of you 'trying on' brand deal lingerie, I was gon' book myself a flight home."

You knew how he'd react when you sent those pictures, polaroids of you in baby pink, lacy nightwear from Victoria's Secret. And you weren't complaining, the call you received was exactly how you planned it to be.

"I'm sorry," he knew you weren't, you were literally smiling ear to ear underneath him, feeling his arms up as he fought his composure.

"You ain't, but that's okay. I can handle my business now," he kissed your cheek once more, your nipples hardening from exposure and the way his hands briefly rubbed over them.

Devin kept his eyes on you, watching you react to each way he touched you. A slight shift in your face, your lips slightly apart, or your legs closing in on his body... he liked to read you.

"Stop staring," you huffed.

"Be patient."

You resisted rolling your eyes, and for that he kissed you, settling back in between your legs, pushing one of them towards your chest. You felt his dick pressing against the panties you still had on, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation you'd also been missing over the past week or so.

Devin's right hand left your breast, fingers slipping inside the lacy material on your hips and immediately being met with the slick sensation in between your folds.

"God, angel, you're soaked," he whistled, placing the same fingers that were just in you in his mouth, and you moaned shamelessly at the sight.

He thought about longing it out a little more, just to have you squirming under him for a bit longer, but it's already been almost two weeks without this, you both couldn't go any longer.

He lifted up from you, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers, his dick springing up. Grabbing at his base, Devin's tip nudged at your leaking entrance, his eyes on yours. "You ready for me?"

Nodding, you reached for his hand, his fingers gladly weaving in with yours. He lips pressed onto yours as he thrusted in slowly, his body pushing impossibly closer against yours as he started grinding into you.

"Shit," you turned your head away from him, braids all sprawled out on the pillow under your head, your hands on his back, nails sinking into his skin as he dug you out.

"That good?" He asked, smiling because he knew full well you were way too dazed to answer properly, and that you were dazed for a reason.

Your whines got louder and louder as Devin fucked you, his skin slapping against yours being the only other sound as well as the deep groans leaving his lips.

He looked down to where your bodies joined, immediately feeling that familiar tug that made his thrusts sloppier.

"Devin─── God, don't stop," you couldn't even speak properly, hastily putting together sentences as he reached down to play with your clit, motivating you to reach your nut with each rub.

Your legs jerked around his hips, squeezing so tight against him you were sure you'd be sore in the next couple of hours. But it would be worth it.

He felt the change in you before you could register it, how your brows furrowed even deeper, your hold on his body relaxed ever so slightly, and how your pussy clenched against his white-coated dick.

When you first started having sex with Devin, he made it his goal to learn everything about your body, what you liked and didn't like, how you felt when you were close and more. It made it even more intimate, to have someone that invested in making you feel good, and this was one of those moments.

"I got you," he whispered in your ear, slowing down his thrusts to meet you at the perfect pace to orgasm, as opposed to speeding up and have you lose it.

He was so soft with you in that moment, his brown eyes filled with nothing but your own reflection on the pillow as you stared up at him.

"I love you," you blurted out, thought it came out a bit choppy on account of you about to approach your orgasm.

"I love you most," Devin kissed you twice, watching your head gently fall back against the pillow as you came, a sharp moan leaving your lips. He wiped a stray tear away from your eye, looking at you with nothing but love.

"You didn't cum," you pouted a little, pulling his hand away from your face.

"Shit, I'm about to now," he huffed when you caressed his face, forcing him to look right at you as he spilled his seed inside you, both of you moaning into each others faces as he filled you up.

He pulled out of you slowly, using his arm to switch you around, you know straddle on top of him as he lay against the pillows.

"You tappin' out?" you asked as you lay your hands against his chest.

go gentle with you ─── you've been avoiding taking the next step with tyriq for as long as you could, but when he showers you with attention and affection they way he does, you find yourself giving in to his tempts.

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“What do you need from me baby?” Cameron asks in a low tone, a sign that he had a long day but was willing to be there for whatever you need. Because once you say your needs, they become his as well with complete enthusiasm.

Fresh out the shower, you fall back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, a timid sigh accompanying it.

The rain beating on your window with it being cracked to let in a breeze, the salt lamp on your bedside table illuminating the room in a soft warm glow and the sweet smell of nag champa incense burning had really set the exact tone for what you needed.

“Unless you have the energy to put me through a mattress.. nothing.”

You can’t even look up at him and his silence to your statement isn’t making the rush from your words any better. The only thing you can hear is the low hum of wind that travels through your window screen, kmaking your nipples hard.

Which Cameron notices.

He can hear his own heart thumping in his ears.

“If that’s what you need from me then let it be what you need,” he sounds more alert now. He didn’t play when it came to bringing you over the threshold into a colorful, blooming bliss.

“But just know you need to say it. Loud and clear. If that’s what you need then own it.”

Your eyes slowly inch their way to his face. His eyes are low, a brewing anticipation coming to fruition in his irises. He licks his lips, a small hitch of breath makes him smirk.

You love his lips. The way they frame yours perfectly in a heated kiss, his tongue swiping against yours.

You also love the way they wrap around your nipples when he’s deep inside you, driving you over the edge just for him to catch you. Then there’s the way they kiss your neck and thighs, or when he’s on his stomach, grinding against the bed as his lips kiss and slurp at your pussy. He’s so gentle on your clit, like he’s making out with it and his fingers deeeeeeeep insi-

“Baby.” His voice brings you back into the moment, “What do you need from me?”

Tongue in cheek, you look down to your hands, his gaze was so heavy and you felt so small under it.

“tuhpuhmethewthamadtress…” a jumbled mess of words, yet he knows exactly what was said. You’ve got him in the mood now, but not just any mood. He’s in the mood to make you crumble in his hands.

“Say it, Y/N. If you want me digging in your guts then say it with your chest. If you want my dick so badly just say it.”

“Oh my God, Cameron.” Your eyes are wide and cheeks warm at his verbiage. Your thighs were already clenching and Cameron being the observant man he is, noticed that too.

“What?” He chuckles quickly, biting his bottom lip and scooting closer to you until his lips are ghosting over the hot flesh of your neck.

“You don’t wanna make those pretty sounds for me, baby? That one you make when I’m hitting that spot so good your brain short circuits. You don’t wanna make that pussy splash on me while she swallows me in?”

“Fuck, Cam. Please!,” a futile attempt at getting your way without giving in to him.

“Please, what, Y/N? C’mon, Pretty. Tell me what you need.” You feel him smiling while he kisses below your ear, the tickle of his breath making you antsy.

“Fuck… I need it. I need you to put me through the mattress, please!”

A deep rumble of his laugh vibrates through your chest.

“You look so fucking good, baby.” His eyes roam over your body and you try not to cringe because you’re in your bonnet and a pink muumuu. You feel as though you look homely.

“Gonna cum in you so deep. Wanna get you pregnant.” he rolls over so he’s slouched against the headboard and he brings you with him, making your straddle his leg.

You two talked like this all the time without something actually coming from it.

Cameron brings you down for a kiss so intense you’re breathing each other’s air. He brings his knee up and you instantly moan in his mouth, pleasure shooting through your veins.

He grabs your hips, taking the initiative to rock you back and forth to elicit another pretty sound from you.

“You like that, Blossom?” His teeth nipping at his lip as if he was deriving pleasure from it himself and in a way he is. He can feel your breath quickening, he can hear the hushed pleas between kisses and it’s making his dick grow harder in his boxers.

You sit up and look down at him, confidence flooded through your veins, you begin to slowly scrunch your night gown in your hands and pull it up to reveal your breasts. The supple flesh swaying as you ride Cameron’s thigh.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Blossom.” He reaches up to pinch your nipples, siphoning another sound of bliss out of you.

“My pretty little flower. Gonna fuck you so deep. Does that sound good? Is that what you need, baby?”

He twists your nipples with a teasing pout, his mouth waters when his eyes travel down your torso to your tummy, where stretch marks are delicately placed. He loved every inch of you, even parts you try to hide.

“Need you, baby.” You huff, head rolling back as your pleasure pricks your body like a heat wave, “Need that dick. Wanna make a mess.”

Cameron looks down to see the mess you’re already making on his thigh. He swallows a deep groan, trying to keep his eyes from rolling.

“Lemme feel her.” He doesn’t wait for a response before he lowers his leg just enough to slip his fingers beneath you and insert them.

Cameron’s brows furrowed and his jaw dropped. No matter how many times you two get intimate, he will always be surprised by how wet you get for him.

“So fucking messy already. You really want my dick in you, huh?”

“Please, baby?” Your delicate hand grasped his neck, lowering yourself to kiss him while his fingers plunged into you and made the messiest squelching sounds.

“Fuck, Blossom.” His jaw clenches once again, he’s getting lightheaded from you squeezing at the sides of his neck, “I feel you pulsing around my fingers. Oh my God. Fuuuuuu-“

Your lips cover his causing you swap each other’s whimpers and groans. When you pull back to look at him, his lips are covered in a mix of your saliva and his. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are dark and his eyelids heavy.

“I feel you, Blossom. I feel you baby, gimme what I want baby. I can fucking feel you.”

Cameron was never shy to be vocal and he was never shy to show his craving for you. He could be choking you out and fucking you six ways from Sunday yet still pout and ache for you.

“Cam, fu- don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Your other hand began to make circles on your clit, finding that right spot to take you over the cliff.

Your sweaty foreheads are touching, hazy eyes looking at one another and your bodies are buzzing at the same time.

His fingers are so long and they reach spots that not even your own can reach. This very fact causes you to mewl uncontrollably until you feel the knot getting ready to release.

Your hand is still around his neck and he was kissing all over your cheeks and neck. He could cum just like this if it came to it.

“I’m g-… I’m gonna fu..cking cum f-for you, baby. It’s right…. theeeerrree!!!”

Your grasp on his neck tightens while your muscles clench and release from your orgasm crashing down.

“That’s my girl.” He was out of breath, fingers still inside you as you rest against his shirtless chest, hearing the thrum of his own heartbeat matching yours.

You pepper kisses on his chest and down to his stomach once your pulse is no longer the only thing you hear. When you get to the waistband of his boxers, you snap the band and chuckle at his little flinch.

“You wanna play games?” His fists balled up in your night gown to flip you onto your back. Your core instantly aching when his gold cross sways in your face and his eyes are peering down at you like he’s starving.

He’s so fucking hungry for you. He can never get enough.

“Put the pillow under your ass.” He instructs. You said you wanted to be put through the mattress, he will do just that. He cares about the correct angles and the right words to make you melt.

He is precise.

He lowers his boxers and his dick bounces once released. The tip leaking, dying for attention.

So, you reach for him. Your hand wrapping around the girth of him, gasping as if you’ve never felt it before. He doesn’t tear his eyes off of you though, not even when your thumb spreads the precum over his tip, the slit leaking even more.

A satisfied grunt lightly bounces off the walls, he’s ready to bottom out in you and fill you up the way the both of you need.

“You gonna put him in?” He gently thrusts, nudging your clit, making you flinch at the contact.

“Don’t run. You know you don’t get to run from me, right, Blossom?”

“Yes, baby.”

He’s over you again, giving another breathtaking kiss as he slides in you, making you pull back and moan out his name.

“Cam,” your hands fly to his shoulders to ground yourself. He’s got your legs wide open to take him the way you wanted.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. Just take it, baby. I know it’s a lot but you wanted this.”

“Mhm!!” Your back arches off the bed when he starts rolling his hips in a steady motion.

Feeling him against your cervix has your stomach in knots and your eyes prickling with tears.

“We just started and you’re crying already?” His face was decorated in a devious smirk. It’s too much already. You’re clenching so tight you’re pushing him out and he wasn’t gonna have that.

“Don’t even think about it. Don’t push me out. Take it.”

“Hunnhhhgg, fuck!” Your toes curl so hard they crack. You try to lift your head to watch his dick disappear into you but you just can’t keep your head up long enough to be hypnotized by it.

You hold your own legs wide open for him. Basking in the fire that flourishes across your skin.

“You fuck me sooo… goooood!” You feel the tears drip on your cheeks and Cam is quick to swipe one with his thumb to gently open your mouth and place it on your tongue.

Your lips instantly wrap around the appendage and your eyes cross.

“Thaaaaat’s right, Blossom. You’re such a good girl. Such a perfect pussy swallowing me whole. You feel that baby? Where do you feel it?”

His hand presses on your lower stomach, making your back arch off the bed, your eyes in the back of your head once again. All you can do is let out pathetic moans as he drills you.

“Tell me where I’m at or I’ll stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“N-… nnnnnnn!!!” You let go of your legs and claw at the sheets, trying to find any semblance of balance. Trying to find something tangible to keep yourself grounded but his dick has you so high.

“N-n-n! Not good enough!” He taunts, slowing his strokes, teasing you. He loves to watch you squirm.

“Please, Cam. Noooooo!” A sob wrecks your body. It felt too good for him to stop.

He bends over, sucking a nipple into your mouth, using a hand to play with the other, slooooowly building up his pace.

“F-fuck… fuck!” Your hand flies to the back of his neck to keep him there. Loving the way he bites and tugs at the sensitive buds. The twinge of pain making your legs shake.

“M-my… my stomach.” You whisper. Cameron pulls off with a pop.

“Hmm?” His eyes were misty with arousal. A beautiful, stormy fog was displayed in the eyes of the man that you adored so much.

“My stomach. You were in my stomach!” Your hands grab at him, not feeling close enough, “You were in my stomach and I want it back! I need it. Please, baby? I can take it. I’ll prove it to you. I’ll take i-“

Cam was quick. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder, his face only a few inches from yours and he picked up his momentum once again.

“My perfect little flower.” He gasps, body trembling when you clench down against him. You were so wet, so wet even that you began to splash on his pelvis just like he wanted.

“I bloom only for you!” You cry against his neck, your nails digging into his back. You feel your bonnet slipping off but you can’t even seem to care while his hands grip the back of your thighs to pin you down and go even deeper.

“And I burn for you, Blossom. You’re doing such a good job taking my dick. I fucking feel it. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeesss!” You did everything you could to lift your head up and look him in the eyes, jaw slacking as you worked up the ability to speak.

“I’m your perfect flower! Gonna cum for you, gonna make a mess on that dick, baby.”

Cameron swears under his breath, sometimes you make it so hard for him to last, especially when you feel like this and talk like that.

“It’s all yours. This dick is all yours. You couldn’t help but need it.”

Whines of affirmation is all he gets but he’ll take it. He knows how much your brain turns to mush when he fucks you like this.

You two share a sloppy kiss, your hands gripping both of his cheeks to keep him there. You needed to feel him on you in every way.

“I’m gonna fucking cum for you.” Your voice cracks as you whisper, fearing that if you speak loudly the words will be incoherent

“Yeah?” He smirks against your lips and it’s intoxicating.

“Yeah!” Your head bobbing ferociously, “Then you’re gonna fill me up so fucking good. Wan’ you t-to cum me, Cam. Please? Please!”

Cameron let out an animalistic groan, trying to keep his composure with the way your pussy was sucking him in like it didn’t want him to leave.

Your legs were twitching as the knot tightened in your stomach again. It scared you just how good it felt, your eyes were fluttering uncontrollably and your core pulsated harder than it ever has. Your hands were grasping at any and everything, it was too much.

You were choking on your own moans when he started rolling his hips slowly. Being intentional with his movements, knowing what they’ll do to you.

“You’re such a pretty girl, Blossom. You’re so pretty when you take my dick like this.”

You know he thinks you’re always pretty but it’s something about the way he says it during sex that riles you up.

You start fucking him back, chasing the high to get to the climax. You were seeing stars dance around his head, tears spilling over the edge of your waterline. A pathetic, drawn out moan escapes you, a sign of all the built up stress finally escaping thanks to him digging it out of you.

Cameron saw how your body twitched and contorted, smirking to himself knowing that you were trying to hold your orgasm back. But it was so strong, he could tell, you weren’t lasting much longer.

“Give it to me,” He mumbles. With both legs on his shoulders now, he pressed forward, literally folding you under him. His hands cradle your face to keep your eyes straight and on him.

“I feel that pretty pussy clenching on me, fuck, Blossom, give it to me. Gimme what I want. Won’t you give it to me, baby? Please?”

“Fuck!” You tried to take deep breaths to keep yourself grounded but it wasn’t working. It felt too fucking good. The current of the pleasure pulled you out to sea, throwing you each and every way before you could finally get your head above the water and give in.

Your hands wrap around his wrists and at first you’re embarrassed by the sounds you make. A mix between cute whimpers and untamed moans but he was there to talk you through it.

“That’s it, Blossom. Take it. I know it feels good, baby, just feel it. Take my dick, take what I give you. You’re okay. You feel so fucking good.” He was such a rambler when you two were like this, letting his thoughts flow like a river and it did the trick every time.

“G-God…. dammiiiit, Cam!” Your back arches off the bed when he doesn’t even slow down his motions when your orgasm hits you. He continues his pace and it’s driving you completely mad.

There’s so much wetness, so many lewd sounds. You’re thankful you two no longer live in a duplex or else this would warrant a noise complaint.

Cameron’s right arm braces himself against the head board while his left arm holds your right thigh to your chest. His eyes roll when he looks down to see himself glistening and covered in your cum. It’s a captivating mix between clear slick and milky cream, it makes his heart skip a beat knowing he does this to you.

This is all he ever wanted. Someone who he can make love to. Someone who can be in their realest form and feral with him.

He whimpers. His own core begins to burn from putting in so much work and he’s about to spill.

“Fill me uuuuup, Cam.” A long drawn out whine leaves the depths of your throat, you were trembling beneath him, about to cum one more time before you’re spent. But seeing him like this, feeling him like this was too delicious, you had to savor it, even with your legs burning and your curled toes cramping.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.” He growls through clenched teeth, “Fuck, baby I’m gonna cum!”

Cameron’s eyes meet yours and that’s it for the both of you.

There is a shared flame ablaze between you two. His jaw hung open, his eyes fluttering as he stared into yours.

“I want it, I want it, I want it!” You’re clenching and throbbing around him as you cum one final time for the night.

“Nnnnnffffffuuuuuuuuu!” His words fall short as the wave crashes down on him. Sex was always amazing with you but something about tonight just felt… different. His orgasm was so strong, tears pricked his eyes and his body shivered beyond his control.

“You’re okay. You’re okay, baby. I’m right here,” you kissed him along his jawline to help bring him down. Both of you were sweaty and out of breath, sharing breathless kisses, pulling each other as close as possible as if he’s not still inside you.

“I love you so fucking much.” He whispered, completely tuckered out.

“I love you more.” Your hand caressed the nape of his neck, rejoicing in the feeling of his skin on yours, in its clammy glory and all.

It took some time before you two found the energy to get up and clean yourselves, resulting in another shower, shared this time.

“It felt different this time.” He mumbles while washing your back.

You peek over your shoulder with a gentle, curious frown, “Is that a bad thing?”

A bashful grin spreads across his lips and he bows his head to avert from your gaze.

“Not at all,” he takes the shower head and washes the vanilla scented bubbles off your back, “Just… maybe we should take a test in a few weeks…?”

His words sit in the steamy air. It’s his turn for his stomach to flip at your silence tonight.

You forgot a condom and while this isn’t the first time… you two usually use spermicide when you don’t feel like using one.

You didn’t use that either.

“Should… sh-should I take a trip to the pharmacy tomorrow?”

Now it’s your turn for your words to hang between you two. You feel a small breeze when his arm reaches past you to hang the shower head back up.

Then he pulls you closer, swaying you two back and forth.

“Would it freak you out if I said no?”

The concept of starting a family wasn’t foreign to you two. It’s been brought up multiple times within the three years you two have been together, there was just never a concrete plan.

You fully turn yourself around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck, letting your wet fingertips massage his scalp.

“And if I said it wouldn’t?”

It was a game of tag at this point. Asking a question for the other to let it stew a bit before either responding completely or letting the tension build with their own question.

“I meant it when I said I burn for you.” He states, eyes low and tone serious, “The thought of starting a family with you doesn’t scare me. I burn for you and I burn for it.”

Your heart skips a beat, taking in his words, slowly nodding.

“I meant it when I said I bloom only for you, Cam. If you’re ready, I’m ready.”

A small grin twitches on your lips when you see his eyelashes bat, trying to keep his composure.

A moment of hot desire turned into something you hadn’t expected. A moment of pure sexual hunger turned into something so soft and domestic.

Something so wild turned into something so pure. You always knew Cameron was endgame. He called it before you even did, he wanted this *long before you did.

“I burn for you” is his way of saying “I love you”. Cameron is a complete and utter yearner, his feelings for you are so deep-seated that he hates to be away from you. Before, he didn’t mind traveling for games or being away for shoots and brand deals but since meeting you, it’s a different story.

You say “I bloom for you” as a response. Cameron was the first man to hold space for you. So that you can feel soft and delicate. The first man for you to feel safe enough to open up to and show who you are inside. He didn’t tear your petals off to steal the beauty and health for himself, no. He handled you with care to aid in your longevity.

The two of you brought out something in each other. Something that both of you were too cautious to show anyone before.

But it was worth it to wait.

To bloom and to burn is to love and live in all the glory and gritty feelings that love brings.

To bloom and to burn is to relish in the kisses that result in teeth clashing and the gentle touches that leave goosebumps in their wake.

To bloom and to burn is to not only call out each other’s name in the midst of lust but to whisper them in your sleep when the night is quiet.

To bloom and to burn is to, well… exactly that.

Bloom and Burn.

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