#(face time)

Pairing: Tyriq Withers (Cameron Cade) x black!fem!reader Summary: Your boyfriend is tryna FaceTime you, but you're a little busy 😏 Note: I lowkey dont know how to write the lead up into a smut, that's why i lowkey just time skip right into the smut lmao. 😭 Kinda proof read, so let me know if there's any typos or somethin.

You were in your bathroom, getting ready for bed. It was around 9:30 pm and you had to be at work early the next morning. You had just gotten out of the shower and was now applying vanilla cashmere EOS lotion on your body. After you finished, you dropped your towel and got dressed in some simple clothes you had set out earlier. You grabbed a hair tie, tying up your long jet black hair into a ponytail. You walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, you were about to lay down when you heard the faint sound of knocking. You ignored it, thinking you were just hearing things when the knocking got louder. You groaned before walking out of your room and down the hall towards the stairs. As you walked down the stairs you heard another knock and started walking faster "Im coming!" You called out. Once you made it down stairs you walked towards the front door, you looked through the peephole only to see the man himself, Camron Cade. You rolled your eyes before unlocking the door and opening it "What i tell you about coming here so late?" You questioned "Late? it's only 9 girl" he responded with a smirk on his face "I really dont give a fuck nigga, that's late to me." "Oh yeah, i forgot yo ass a old lady" He snorted as he walked past you and into the house.

"Who said you could come in?" You asked as you mean mugged him. You and Cameron have been friends for almost two years, well something like friends. "Um, me myself and i" He said as her walked over to your couch and plopped down. "Your fucking annoying" You sighed "You love it" He smirked before turning to you and blowing you a kiss playfully. "You know i got work in the morning Cameron" You said as you crossed your arms over your chest. "So? i won't be long" He replied. "Fuck you mean you 'won't be long'?" You questioned as your arms dropped back down to your sides "Come here and find out" He said as his hand softly patted his lap. "Boy no" you laughed thinking he was joking. But he just stared up at you, eyes darkening as he continued patting his lap "Come. Here" He demanded, his voice sharp yet soft. "Fine" You groaned as you walked over to him. You slowly climbed onto his lap, his hands immediately resting on your hips. "What you want Cameron?" You asked "Is it not obvious what i want?" He replied, looking up at you. "Mmm no, maybe you should show me"

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You were laid out on the couch, on your stomach. Your face was pressed against the cushion, as your back was arched and your ass was up. Cameron was behind you, gripping your waist as he thrusted in and out of you slowly "Fuck, you so tight" He groaned as his hands gripped your hip tighter. "Oh.. mmm, Cameron" You moaned, pushing your hips back to match his thrusts. His cock dragged against your walls with every slow pump. The thick tip of his cock hitting places you never knew you had. "Faster" You whined out breathlessly. "Mmm, you want me to go faster? Beg for it" He growled in your ear as he leaned over you, his chain grazing your back. "P-please Cam, go faster." You moaned as you gripped the edge of the couch cushion. "Mmm, so pretty when you beg" He praised as his thrusts started to speed up in pace. "Oh f-fuck Cameron" You moaned as you clenched around Cameron's thick cock "Mmm, keep squeezin me baby." All of a sudden...

Your phone started ringing, you looked over quickly seeing that it was your boyfriend Face Timing you. You reached out a trembling hand to grab your phone, but Cameron's arm quickly shot out and grabbed it before you could "Look at that, yo lil boyfriend callin' while you takin some real nigga dick" He said cockily as he smirked "He know you be fuckin other niggas when he aint here?" He questioned. "N-no" You mumbled out "Well he 'bout to find out now" He replied as he pressed the green answer button on the screen, the whole time his thrusts never slowed. "Wassup, yo girl a lil busy right now" He smirked as he gripped your ass cheek with his free hand, pulling you back onto his cock causing you to moan loudly. "Damn, you must not fuck her right. Cause i got her moaning like a bitch" You could hear your boyfriends angry words over the phone but you ignored them, all you could think about... And feel was Camron's cock deep inside you. Cameron pressed the flip camera button on the screen so now the back camera was on you. "Got this pussy drippin', dont i? Who makin this pussy drip, baby?" He questioned "You... you cam." You moaned as his cock dug deep in you.

"Oh f-fuck cam, im cumming" You whined as your body started shaking. "Yeah, cum on this dick" He said before biting his lip and pointing the phone camera where you and him were connected. You let out a loud string of moans as your orgasm hit you hard, your pussy gushing around his cock "Fuck, look at that. I got yo bitch cummin for a real nigga" He said into the phone before he felt his own orgasm approaching "Fuck, im finna nut. Where you want it, baby? "In me, p-please cam" You can here your boyfriend's angry voice getting louder as you tell Cameron to come in you. But you could care less really. Cameron thrusted in you a few more times before burying his cock into you "Shit, take it" He groaned, gripping your hip with his free hand. his grip hard enough to leave marks, as thick rope after thick rope of his cum floods your pussy "Fuck" He growled as he slowly pulled out, he put the phone camera up to your pussy as his come dripped out of it "I bred yo bitch, nigga. She mine now" He said before hanging up the phone and tossing it on the other side of the couch "Round 2?" He asked "Hell yeah" You replied with a lazy smirk on your face.

Wenclair fic by @enidsinclajr 🖤🩷

Great fic make my day go on.

🙀😭 Louis noticed the fan was FaceTiming during Lazy and grabbed her phone and put it on the floor against his mic stand so her friends (including a cat) could enjoy the show via FaceTime.

(LOL 🐈‍⬛ the fan tilting her camera so her cat could watch Louis too)

(No sound)

The Jetsons, 1962 -1963

Facetime call: Soldier Boy to Castiel

Ben's propped against a crumpled tarp somewhere between standing and giving up, the ruins of a half-collapsed warehouse pressing in on three sides. His armor is scuffed to hell, one shoulder plate still trailing a thin ribbon of smoke like a cigarette forgotten in an ashtray. He squints at the screen with the particular exhaustion of a man who's been winning ugly all day. The cut on his cheek has clotted. He hasn't touched it.

Ben: Hey, feathers. You gonna keep staring at that phone all night or are you gonna say something? I can hear you brooding. You're loud when you do that.

Castiel (voice low, gravel-rough, no preamble, no hello, like they're already mid-conversation, like they never stopped): You're bleeding again. I told you the new compound would destabilize your cells under sustained fire. Hold the phone closer. Let me see it.

Ben (snorts, tilts the phone so the cut fills the frame like a trophy): It's a scratch. I've had worse from shaving. You worry too much, Cas. You know that? You sound like a soccer mom. A really terrifying, biblically ancient soccer mom.

Castiel: I am not a soccer mom. I am an angel of the Lord who has watched you die once already and has no interest in doing it again. (a pause) Your jacket is still on the bed. I keep folding it and then putting it back on after. It smells like gunpowder and you, and I don't know what to do with that.

Something in Ben's face shifts. The smirk doesn't disappear exactly. It just… softens at the edges, worn down to something quieter underneath. He rubs the back of his neck like he's buying time.

Ben: Two more days. Two more days and I'm burning this goddamn suit off in the bunker driveway the second I'm back. Then you can heal whatever the hell you want. (a beat, voice dropping half a register) Leave the good scars, though. I mean it. And don't go smiting anyone while I'm gone. Civilians especially.

Castiel: I have no plans to smite anyone. (quiet, almost reluctant, like the admission costs him something) I'm not … you know ... good at waiting for you, Ben. The silence here gets louder. You yell at the television and I find it irritating and then you're gone and I miss it and I can't explain why that's worse.

Ben (a soft exhale, half laugh): I know, baby. I know. (gruff, certain, the way he says the things that actually matter) Keep the light on. I'm coming home.

...thank you so much for letting me use your tickets.