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modern!au annie x smoke

summary: there’s only so much you can do with hate, and after ages spent despising one another, smoke and annie finally give in. but what does that mean for those around them? and how can they keep their hearts from getting involved?

cw: smut, enemies to lovers, lil degradation, harsh language, use of the nword

a/n: i’ve been wrestling with writer’s block for over a month now, but this idea grabbed ahold of me and wouldn’t let go! i’m hoping to be back fully operational soon!

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Cameron Cade x Reader

You and Cam finally see each other in person and he wants you to keep that same energy you had while texting

warnings: smut (18+), publicish sex, cursing, overstimulation, pnv, oral (r!receiving), slight choking, praise, soft dom cam, pet names (mama & baby)

You never thought the day would come.

Cameron had you bent over the balcony, one hand wrapped in your hair and the other on your hip as he thrusted deep into you.

You two had met on Instagram a good while ago, Cameron would flirt heavy underneath your posts—not to the point where he looked thirsty, just enough to intrigue you.

One day he slid into your DM’s and you two have been talking since. Whether it was texting or on FaceTime until the sun came up, it was really all you two could do, with you being in different cities and all.

So when you told Cameron that you had to come to his city for a business trip, he took it upon himself to make all your biggest fantasies come true.

Balcony sex, in the front of the mirror, cockwarming…

You had told him all this on a late night, never thinking you’d get the opportunity to actually do it.

“Cam—“ you moaned out, you were on the brink of coming again. Eyelids heavy as you looked out at the city in front of you.

All he did was speed up in response, fucking you through your orgasm. Your legs felt like jello as you held onto the rail, Cameron holding you up as his thrust continued. Your moans turned into soft sobs of pleasure, you reached back to him in attempt to make him slow down.

“Nah, take this dick.” He moved your hand out the way, “all that shit you was talking in them messages, you better take this shit.”

“Fuckkk.” You cried out.

“You got it, mama. You got it.” He praised.

Your mind went blank, it was like his words were hypnotic. You pushed back against him, fucking yourself silly.

“You taking it so good, ma. Shit.” Cameron moaned, throwing his head back.

Your next orgasm came quick. Cam pulled you up completely, your back arching against him as his hand wrapped around your neck. For a brief moment you were impressed by how strong he was, until he pulled out of you now all you could focus on was how empty you felt.

He turned you to face him, planting soft kisses on your face as you melted into him.

“You good?” He tilted your chin up so that you were looking directly at him. You nodded. “You did so good for me, mama but I ain’t done with you yet.”

He guided you over towards the daybed that sat on this oversized balcony, he laid you down gently before crouching in front of you, leg placed on his shoulder as he kissed you softly. Starting from your ankle, all the way up to your inner thigh.

His tongue pressed against you in a long, slow lick that made your breath catch, savoring every reaction he got from you. He sat there buried in between your thighs, lapping up all your juices on his tongue. He took your clit in his mouth, releasing it with a pop. Your hand rested on the side of his head, moans escaping from your lips as you brought yourself to look at him.

“Cam, Cammmm, fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out.

And with that, he stopped.

You let out a loud groan, that turned into a whine.

“Why?!”

All he did was let out a low chuckle, pulling you up before sitting next to you on the daybed.

“I’ll eat that pussy all day if I could.” He says next to you.

You turn towards him, “You can.”

It probably sounded pathetic or desperate but in the moment you didn’t care, you needed to feel him in some type of way.

His lips formed into a small smirk, “I’ll hold you to that, baby.”

His hand found your throat during the kiss, just resting there momentarily before he scooted back, making you follow him. You were on your knees, back arched like a cat as you chased his lips. Cameron took in the view, stopping you before you could kiss him again.

“You know where I want you.”

You bit your lip in anticipation, swinging one leg over him and lining yourself up with him. You slowly sunk down on him, not breaking eye contact once. You let out a soft whimper as you took him all in, eyebrows furrowing at the pleasure.

“Don’t move until I say so,” he warned softly.

You nodded, and his lips found yours again almost instantly. The kiss was messy and heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hand slid back to your throat, fingers curling there with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

A quiet sound escaped you when your hips shifted instinctively beneath him.

He pulled back just enough for his lips to hover over yours, eyes dark and focused entirely on you.

“You wanna come, don’t you?”

You nodded quickly.

A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Use your words, mama.”

“Yes, Cam,” you whispered.

“How bad you want it?”

You placed your hands on his bare chest as you leaned up to kiss him softly again. “Please,” you breathed against his lips. “Please, baby.”

His jaw tightened slightly at the sound of your voice, like hearing you beg did something dangerous to his self control. His thumb brushed along your cheek before sliding down to tilt your chin up toward him again.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Go ahead.”

You rolled your hips against him, immediately feeling your next orgasm creep up on you. You threw your head back as one of his hands caressed your boob, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipple. He took it between his two fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze. You rolled your hips faster, the pleasure building up inside of you. Your mouth fell open, body jolting forward because you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore.

“Fuckkkk! Cam. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? You gon come for me?” He whispered in your ear, “Come all over this dick, baby.”

Cameron wrapped his arms around you, fucking you through your orgasm. Your moans were so loud you’re sure the neighbors could hear you but you didn’t care. The whole city could hear you and you wouldn’t give a damn.

After you came, your head hit his chest. Panting, with your hair sticking to your forehead. Cameron rubbed your back, whispering soft praises in your ear.

“All that shit you was talking in them texts…” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your skin. “You was real bold for somebody that can barely keep her eyes open now.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled, playfully rolling your eyes.

Cameron pressed a kiss to the top of your head, still holding you close while your breathing slowly evened out.

“You good?” he murmured softly.

You nodded against his chest, too exhausted to say much. A lazy smile pulled at your lips when his fingers brushed the damp hair away from your forehead.

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Modern AU Smoke & Annie Moore | One-Shot

Smoke is tired of sharing his wife with their kids, especially his greedy ass 9-month old son.

Inspiration: @urbnnoir's post, this TikTok, this request, this one, and this one. Also commentary from @margepimpson, @myheartsaysyes, @brownskincheyenne and @nika324

“Mama got her hair done!” Arianna shot up from her chair and gleefully skipped down the driveway.

Smoke leaned back in his fold-up chair. He was in the open garage of his home–their home–one hand holding a beer, the other on Elijah Jr, his 9-month old son who was bouncing up and down on his lap. 

Annie pulled up in her Chrysler 300 with the windows down. He could hear the music all the way down the block, II Hands II Heaven by Beyoncé. She cut the engine and stepped out of the car like he’d been waiting for her his whole life. 

It felt like he had.

His son squealed where he sat, already reaching out for his mama. Annie bent down to give Smoke a kiss and Junior latched right onto her hair as she picked him up.

Smoke loved his babies with every bone and breath in his body. He’d die for them. Burn the world down for them. But lately he was feeling…overlooked. Just when they got their five-year old to sleep in her own bedroom, here comes another baby to throw a wrench in their routine. 

Junior was a second child to his core. Needy, fussy, and possessive over his mama like Annie wasn’t Smoke’s woman first. Every time he breast fed, he would look at him with droopy lids and a look in his eyes that said “these my titties now, nigga.” Smoke tried not to be jealous, he really did. But every time he found Annie passed out in the bed from tending to his kids, he died a little inside. 

But tonight was different.

Annie walked out of her car, hair styled just right, looking at him like she was ready to pounce.

She was sending a message. She wanted him, and he was gonna take what belonged to him, for once and for all.

Soooo...what are we thinking? Yes? No? Let's collaborate.

Pairings:slightly mean!Tyriq Wither x Black!reader

warnings: smut, Oral f receiving, barely any aftercare, uhhh idk

Tyriq had been watching you all day, God he fucking hated you, they way you dismiss everything he says and does, he just wants one chance to fuck you and make you forget all that shit you talk, he watched as your ass swayed in those short jean shorts you had on "Come on I don't wanna miss Pinkpantheress" He heard you say, he smirked knowing he was gonna fuck up your entire night.

It was near the end of pink set and you were screaming every song and she got to illegal and then you saw him. Fucking Tyriq on the stage "What the fuck bro." you said, already irritated, but he did look good...Fuck you and your weakness for men in henley’s. You watched as they fake kissed on the stage and felt heat in your chest, you don’t know why you were jealous, you didn’t even like him. “Kori I’m gonna head out.” You said, knowing she didn’t hear, she was too busy dancing with the random man she had found 15 minutes ago

as you were walking into your hotel you had bumped into a hard chest “Ow! the fuck?!” you yelped and you looked up to see Tyriq’s dumbass smirk that you hated very deeply “Watch where you’re fucking going” “You bumped into me, what the fuck!” “Well it’s not my fault that I couldn’t see you, you’re fucking 2 feet tall.” ‘I’m not doing this with you tonight.” “Why? You trying to hide the fact that you left cause you was jealous?” He sai and you scoffed “In what world would I be jealous over you.” You lied, thinking you were hiding it perfectly but you weren’t. He saw right through you “Yea that’s why you’re rubbing your thighs together” “Goodnight..” You said before trying to walk away, but just as you tried he grabbed your arm and drug you to a secluded area “What the fuck are you doing!” You whisper shout “Shut that shit up.” He says before kissing you “Mmm…” You moan into his mouth, trying your best not to grind up into him “We can’t.” “Why the fuck not?” “Because we could get caught. We’re in a big ass hallway where anyone can see!” You said, “Then lets go somewhere else” “And what if I don’t want to.” You said, bad idea because the next thing you knew he was eating you from behind in your hotel room, holding your arms behind your back “Fuck!” You moan into the pillow “Shut up. You’re gonna get up caught.” He said as he slid two fingers inside you at an agonizingly slow pace, you whined into the pillow and moved your ass back into his fingers “Stop moving.” He said roughly as he moved his fingers inside you rapidly “Please!” you whined into the pillow once again.

“Please what? Please stop?” He teased in your ear “Nooo…” you whimper quietly, he slaps your ass hard “Can’t hear you.” “Noo!” You moan, tears now streaming down your face “Awww..What happened to all that confidence?” He teased, and if you weren’t on the verge of cumming you would’ve slapped him “You gon’ cum for me?” He said huskily in your ear “Mhm!” You whined “Cmon…Cum for me pretty girl….” He says, getting back on his knees to suck your clit which triggers your orgasm “Oh Fuckkk!” You cry out as Tyriq worked you through your orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and sucked then clean.

Once you were done, he went in the bathroom, got a warm washcloth and cleaned you off “You good?” He asked softly, knowing you were still sensitive “Mhm..” You hummed, your head on his shoulder. “I gotta go.” He says “Ok..” You whispered, a bit disappointed but you knew you’d be pissed in the morning if you saw him in your hotel bed “Bye..” You say “Bye.” He says, kissing your forehead before he left and the second he walked out that door there was at least 10 people with camera’s in front of the door taking pictures of him “Oh fuck!” he yelps, pushing through the people

Cameron Cade x Black Reader

Warning: countertop sex, PinV, rough sex, choking, dirty talking, slight fluff, use of pet names ‘Daddy, pretty girl, good girl, mama, etc.’, mating press, angry Cameron, use of profanity, small spit fetish (?), no protection (wrap it upp), bratty reader. MDNI 18+

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𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚚 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

ᯓ★ pairings: tyriq withers x black oc (gina cole)

ᯓ★ tags: smut | admitting feelings | hbcu | destined love | friends to lovers

ᯓ★ authors note: omg hi guys. I appreciate the support on my previous fic?!$:;(//!! I guess I’ll write these more often!

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summary: Gina, her twin brother Devon, and his best friend since childhood have been attending the same HBCU for three years now. Gina receive’s a knock on her apartment door unexpectedly by the last person she’d think it’d be. Her brother’s best friend.

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Gina stands in front of her bathroom mirror, slowly gliding the flat iron through her hair while soft 90s R&B hums from her speaker. The faint scent of heat protectant and vanilla perfume lingers in the air as she gets ready for a night out with her roommates.

Her hips sway slightly to the music while she fixes the ends of her silk press.

Ivone suddenly appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame with crossed arms.

“That lip combo is so tea, girl.”

Gina grins at her reflection. “Thank you, bookie.”

Ivone walks farther inside, eyes scanning Gina’s outfit laid across the counter. “You definitely about to hurt somebody’s feelings tonight.”

Gina laughs softly. “Please. I’m just trying to survive this semester.”

“Mhm,” Ivone says knowingly. “And look good doing it.”

“When are we leaving?” Gina asks, unplugging the flat iron for a second before plugging it back in.

“In like ten minutes. Leena wanna get there early so she can find parking since she’s driving.”

“Okay, bet. I’ll be ready.”

Before Ivone can respond, Gina’s phone lights up against the bathroom counter.

Ivone immediately narrows her eyes. “I know that’s not Tray.”

Gina glances down at the screen and sighs.

Unfortunately, it is.

Tray: You going to the Alpha party tonight?

Ivone groans dramatically. “Girl, why is he still breathing down your neck after a whole year?”

Gina shakes her head while opening the message. “I don’t know.”

Tray is her first boyfriend. First everything, honestly. Before him, Gina has never really dated anybody seriously.

Mostly because, for years, she's been secretly stuck on somebody else.

Her twin brother’s best friend.

Tyriq has been around since childhood—family cookouts, football games, school pickups, birthday parties. He is just…always there. Taller every year. Finer every year. Sweeter every year.

Untouchable every year.

Because no matter how much Gina liked him growing up, she already knew nothing could ever happen between them. Devon would lose his mind at the thought, and besides, Tyriq has never shown signs that he sees her as anything more than his best friend’s sister.

So, she forced herself to move on.

And somehow, that lead her to Tray.

A mistake she spent the last year recovering from.

“He says he’s going to the party tonight,” Gina mutters.

“Oh hell no,” Ivone says instantly. “That man has been obsessed with you since forever. The audacity after cheating on you is actually insane.”

Gina rolls her eyes. “I’ve already been around him at parties after the breakup. He does the same thing every time. Tries to talk to me, I ignore him, and then he acts sad.”

Ivone bursts out laughing. “You are way better than me, because I would’ve cussed him clean out.”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“You still should.”

Gina smirks. “Maybe one day.”

Ivone watches her for a second before speaking again. “You know what your problem is?”

“What?”

“You entertain toxic men because you like attention.”

Gina gasps dramatically. “Excuse me?”

“I said what I said.”

“I do not entertain him.”

“You literally refuse to block him.”

“Because I’m mature.”

Ivone stares at her blankly.

Gina starts laughing. “Okay, fine. Maybe I like the attention a little.”

“A little?” Ivone scoffs. “Girl.”

The doorbell suddenly rings throughout the apartment.

“I got it!” Leena yells from the living room.

Ivone points at Gina accusingly. “And if Tray somehow pops up at that party acting crazy, I’m throwing my drink on him.”

“You say that every time.”

“And one day I’m gonna mean it.”

A few seconds later, footsteps approach the bathroom.

Leena appears in the doorway holding her keys.

“Uh…Tyriq is at the front door asking for you.”

Gina pauses mid-motion.

“Tyriq Withers? For me?”

Ivone immediately perks up. “That man is so fine.”

Leena nods slowly, eyes still fixed on Gina. “Yeah. He specifically asked if you were here.”

Confusion settles across Gina’s face.

“Did he say why?”

Leena shakes her head. “Nope. Just asked for you.”

“That’s kinda weird…”

Gina carefully sets the flat iron down before walking out of the bathroom and toward the front door.

The moment she sees him, her chest tightens slightly.

Tyriq stands in the doorway in a black hoodie and fitted jeans, his tall frame nearly filling the entrance. His buzz cut is fresh, his jaw clenched.

Handsome as always.

Dangerously handsome.

Gina pushes the thought away immediately.

“If this is about Devon,” she says, leaning against the doorway, “I promise if you can’t get ahold of him, I definitely can’t.”

Tyriq’s eyes instantly meet hers.

And for some reason, he looks nervous.

“Nah,” he says quietly. “That’s not why I came.”

Her brows pull together.

“Well…is he okay?”

“Yeah. Everybody good.” He swallows. “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

Now she is really confused.

“If this isn’t about Devon, then what is it about? You’ve literally never come to my apartment before.”

“I know.”

There is hesitation written all over his face.

“Can I come in?”

Gina stares at him for a second before stepping aside. “Uh…sure.”

Tyriq walks inside slowly while rubbing his palms together.

“There’s something I gotta tell you.”

Gina folds her arms. “Okay…you’re making me nervous.”

“My bad. It’s just…it’s a lot.”

“What could possibly be a lot?”

Tyriq exhales hard before finally looking directly at her.

“We’ve known each other for years, right?”

She blinks. “Yeah. You and Devon have been attached at the hip since kindergarten.”

“No, I mean me and you.” His voice softens. “We’ve known each other our whole lives too.”

“Okay…”

“And I feel like we’ve always kinda…” He pauses. “I don’t know. Been around each other.”

Gina laughs in confusion. “Tyriq, what are you trying to say?”

He shakes his head nervously before blurting it out.

“I’ve liked you since we were kids.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

Gina stares at him like she misheard him entirely.

“What?”

Tyriq lets out an awkward laugh. “Yeah. See, this is exactly why I shouldn’t have come over here.”

“No—wait.” Gina shakes her head quickly. “You’re serious?”

“Very.”

Her mind can barely process the words.

Tyriq?

Tyriq likes her?

All these years?

“I thought you never even looked at me like that,” she admits quietly.

“I tried not to.”

“Why?”

“Because of Devon.” He sighs. “And because I ain’t wanna make stuff weird if you didn’t feel the same.”

Gina stares at him for another long second before laughing softly in disbelief.

“This is actually crazy.”

“What?”

“I used to like you too.”

Tyriq freezes.

“Used to?”

Gina rolls her eyes immediately. “Boy, please.”

A grin slowly spreads across his face.

“Nah, say it again.”

“I’m not repeating myself.”

“You liked me?”

She points at him. “Don’t get cocky.”

Tyriq laughs for the first time since arriving, tension finally easing from his shoulders.

“I can’t believe this,” Gina says, shaking her head. “All this time?”

“All this time,” he admits. “You have no idea how many times I almost said something.”

“I thought you barely noticed me.”

Tyriq steps closer.

“Gina, you were the only girl I noticed for years.”

Her stomach flips instantly.

Before she can respond, Leena and Ivone suddenly walk out of the hallway carrying their purses.

“Gina, you ready?” Ivone asks before noticing how close they’re standing.

Her eyes widen immediately.

“Oh.”

Leena’s lips part in silent shock.

Tyriq clears his throat awkwardly. “Y’all going to the Alpha party?”

“Mhm,” Leena hums slowly.

“I’m headed there too,” Tyriq says, eyes still on Gina. “I can take her.”

Ivone looks between them so fast it is almost funny.

Then she gives Gina a look that says Girl if you don’t take that man DEOWNN.

Gina tries not to smile.

“I’ll ride with him.”

“Okayyy,” Ivone drags out knowingly.

The second the door closes behind her roommates, silence fills the apartment again.

Tyriq looks down at her carefully.

“So…you really liked me too?”

Gina smiles shyly for the first time all night.

“Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately is crazy,” he laughs softly.

“I just never thought you’d feel the same.”

“I been feeling the same.”

His voice lowers near the end, almost intimate.

The air suddenly feels thicker between them.

Neither of them move.

Neither of them look away.

Then Tyriq quietly says, “Can I kiss you?”

Gina’s heart nearly stops.

But she nods.

“Hurry, before I change my mind.”

Tyriq cups her face gently before pulling her toward him.

His kiss is everything she's secretly dreamed of for years—soft at first, almost reverent, as though he still cannot quite believe this is real.

His lips move against hers with aching tenderness, one hand cradling the side of her face while the other rests at the small of her back, drawing her closer. Gina melts into him, her fingers threading through the short hair at his nape, heart hammering so hard she is sure he can feel it.

When they finally part, both breathing unevenly, he rests his forehead against hers. “Gina,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. “I’ve always wanted this so bad.”

“Me too, Tyriq,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb across his cheek. “So bad.”

Something shifts in his eyes—years of restraint finally giving way. He kisses her again, deeper this time, and the heat between them builds slowly, like a flame catching.

Without breaking the kiss, Tyriq lifts her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as she gives him directions down the hallway to her bedroom. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing the rest of the world outside.

He lays her down on the bed as if she"s something precious, then pulls back just enough to look at her. The lamp on her nightstand casts a warm, golden glow over his face.

His hands tremble slightly as he helps her out of her top, then unclasps her bra with carefulness. When her breasts are bare to him, he exhales shakily, eyes drinking her in.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself. He leans down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, then lower, until his lips close around one sensitive peak.

Gina arches with a soft gasp, her hands cradling the back of his head as he lavishes her with slow, worshipful attention—tongue circling, lips sucking gently, hands caressing every inch of skin he can reach.

Every touch feels like a confession.

Tyriq works his way down her body with patient devotion, kissing the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel, the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her shorts. He peels the rest of her clothes away slowly, murmuring praises against her thighs as he settles between them.

“Tyriq…” she breathes, suddenly shy under the intensity of his gaze.

He looks up at her, eyes dark but filled with something far deeper than lust. “Let me taste you, Gina. Please.”

The yearning in his eyes and voice did nothing but ignite her more.

She nods, and the first slow drag of his tongue along her folds pulls a broken moan from her throat. He takes his time, exploring her with tender curiosity, learning exactly what makes her tremble and sigh.

Two thick fingers slide inside her, curling gently, stroking that perfect spot while his mouth seals around her clit with soft, rhythmic suction.

Pleasure builds like a slow tide, rising higher and higher until it crashes over her in warm, pulsing waves. Gina comes with his name on her lips, fingers tangled in the sheets, thighs trembling around his shoulders.

He stays with her through every aftershock, kissing her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach, until she tugs him up to her.

Their mouths meet again in a deep, languid kiss as she reaches between them, wrapping her hand around his hard length. He is thick and heavy in her palm, pulsing with need, yet he groans softly at her touch like it's a gift.

“Condom,” she whispers against his lips.

He retrieves one from his wallet with slightly unsteady hands. Once it's on, he settles over her, bracing his weight on his forearms so he can look into her eyes. The tip of him nudges at her entrance, slick and ready.

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice hoarse but gentle.

“Yes, Tyriq.”

Tyriq pushes forward slowly, inch by careful inch, until he's fully seated inside her. They both let out shaky breaths at the perfect fit—tight, warm, and overwhelming in its intimacy. For a long moment, he simply holds still, buried deep, forehead pressed to hers as they breathe together.

“Gina,” he whispers, voice cracking with emotion. “Fuck.”

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She wraps her arms around his back, legs around his waist, holding him as close as two bodies can possibly be. “You feel so good,” she murmurs. “Tyriq.”

He begins to thrust—long, deep, rolling strokes that make her toes curl and her heart ache with fullness. Every movement is deliberate, loving, like he is pouring every unsaid feeling from the past decade into her.

Their bodies move together in a slow, sensual rhythm, skin sliding against skin, breaths mingling, soft moans filling the quiet room.

Tyriq kisses her constantly—her lips, her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear—whispering her name like something sacred.

When her second orgasm begins to build, he slips a hand between them, circling her clit with his thumb until she shatters again, clenching tightly around him.

“I’m close,” he groans, pace faltering as pleasure overtakes him. “Come with me.”

Gina cries out as another wave crashes through her, pulling him over the edge with her. Tyriq buries his face in her neck, hips pressing deep as he comes with a low, broken moan, body shuddering in her arms.

They stay like that for a long time afterward—still joined, hearts pounding against each other, hands gently stroking sweat-damp skin. Tyriq eventually rolls to the side, pulling her against his chest and pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“I wish I told you sooner,” he murmurs into her hair.

Gina smiles, tracing lazy patterns over his heart. “Well, I know now.”

“We would’ve probably been together by now. You wouldn’t have had to deal with your ex.”

Gina furrows her brows. “You know about that?”

“Your brother told me about it when it was going on.”

“Of course,” she sighs. “I don’t have to deal with it anymore, so it’s fine.”

“Oh, you definitely don’t,” he tightens his arms around her body.

MeanBf!Toji yanking at your hair every time your hands slip. You whine and babble about how you’re sorry and you’re close and how you’re so so sorry for being bitch to him earlier, but he only fucks you harder. Now you’re cuming hard and you’re out of your fucking mind if you think he’s stopping.

MeanBf!Toji who watches you completely fall apart on his dick. He likes you like this though. Overstimulation, puffy lips and tears look way better on you then a shitty attitude.

Pairing: Tyriq Withers (Cameron Cade) x black!fem!reader Summary: In which your baby daddy is dropping off yall's kid, but tries to hit on you. (Short smut cause i got lazy) Note: this was supposed to be out a while ago but i got really busy. Better late then never, right? My friend lowkey helped me write this. as always, sorry for any bad grammar.

“Boy, gimme my baby,” you said, taking you and Cameron’s daughter from his arms as he stood out on the porch of your house. He had her all weekend, and you missed her. “Come on, Y/N, you gon’ let me hit that?” he asked with a smirk. “Only thing you hittin’ is the road. Bye, Cameron,” you replied, taking the baby’s bag from him. “Damn, no need to rush a nigga. You not gon’ offer yo baby daddy no water or nothin’? Damn, you cold. Real cold.” He shook his head.

“Brr, bitch. Kick rocks.” “Come on, Y/N, just let me in. Five minutes. You know you miss Big Poppa.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Shut up… Fine, Cameron. Fine.” You moved out of the way. He eyed you up and down before walking in. You closed the door behind him and headed toward the baby’s nursery. You heard footsteps behind you, so you knew Cameron was following you.

“Cameron, stop followin’ me around my house like a lost puppy,” you muttered, laying your daughter down on the changing table. “I ain’t lost. I know exactly where I’m tryna be,” he replied smoothly, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. You sucked your teeth. “Boy, please.” “What?” He grinned. “You can’t blame me for wantin’ my family back.” You paused for a second at that word. Family. Cameron noticed it too.

“There you go gettin’ quiet.” He smirked, pushing himself off the wall. “You still love me.” “I still wanna fight you too. What that mean?” you shot back quickly. He laughed under his breath. “See? This what I missed.” You ignored him, focusing on fixing the baby’s little onesie after changing her. Cameron walked closer until he was standing right beside you. Too close. “You smell good,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes even though your face was getting hot. “Back up before I spray you with formula.” “Nah, you like me right here.” Before you could reply, the baby let out a little giggle and grabbed onto Cameron’s chain. His whole face softened instantly. And that’s what always got you. No matter how much he irritated you… he loved his daughter down bad. Cameron looked over at you while bouncing her in his arms. “See? She want her parents together.”

“You are so delusional.” “But am I wrong?” He tilted his head with that cocky smile you used to hate. Used to. You walked past him toward the kitchen. “You wanted water, right? Get your water and go home.” He followed right behind you again. “Damn, why you actin’ like I can’t spend time with my girls?” “My girls?” You turned around. He stepped closer. “Yeah. Mine.” Your breath caught slightly when his hand landed on your waist.

“Cameron—” “Nah, let me talk.” His voice got lower now, less playful. “I know I messed up before. I know I get on your nerves. But every time I leave this house, I be thinkin’ about you.” You stared at him silently. Then his smirk came back. “…And you thick as hell in them shorts.”

You stared at him for a second before shoving his shoulder. “Boy, if you don’t get out my face.” Cameron laughed, grabbing his chest like you hurt him. “Damn, that’s how you treat somebody tryna be honest?” “You was doin’ good till you started talkin’ nonsense again.”

“Nah, I’m dead serious.” His eyes dragged over you again before he grinned. “The shorts just distracted me.” You sucked your teeth and turned away so he couldn’t see your smile trying to creep up. Cameron noticed anyway. He always noticed. “There go that lil’ smile.” “Ain’t nobody smilin’.” “Mhm.” He leaned against the counter while you grabbed him a bottle of water from the fridge. “You still got attitude, but you softer now.”

You handed him the water. “Don’t push it.” Instead of taking the bottle right away, his fingers brushed against yours. Slow. Intentional. Your stomach flipped and you immediately pulled your hand back. Cameron smirked like he won something. “See? Still got you nervous.” You tried not to laugh, but a little snort slipped out anyway. Cameron’s whole face lit up immediately. “There it is.” He pointed at you. “Knew you still thought I was funny.” “You are actually so aggravating.”

“And you still let me come over.” “That’s for the baby.” “Mhm.” He nodded slowly like he ain’t believe you at all. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.” You shook your head and walked past him, but Cameron reached out and caught your wrist gently. Not enough to stop you completely, just enough to make you pause. The playful look on his face faded a little. “I’m serious though.” His voice got quieter. “I miss you.”

Your heart betrayed you instantly with that stupid little flutter in your chest. You hated that. Hated how one soft sentence from him could sneak past all your attitude. “Cameron…” “Nah, listen.” He stepped closer. “I know I be playin’ too much sometimes, but I mean that.” His thumb brushed lightly against your wrist. “I miss comin’ home to you. Miss hearin’ you complainin’ in my ear. Miss you yellin’ at me for leavin’ my shoes everywhere.”

A smile almost pulled at your lips again. “Because you dirty.” He laughed softly. “See? That right there.” For a second, neither one of y’all said anything. The tension felt different now. Quieter. He looked down at your lips for just a second before looking back at your eyes. “You still wear that lip gloss I like,” he mumbled. You immediately stepped back, pointing at him. “Don’t start.” A cocky grin spread across his face again. “Too late.”

“Cameron, I’m serious.” “And I’m listenin’.” He moved closer anyway, slow enough for you to stop him if you really wanted to. “You keep tellin’ me to back up, but you ain’t pushed me away yet.” You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Mostly because he was right, and that irritated you more than anything.

His eyes stayed locked on yours before flicking down to your lips again. “See? There you go gettin’ quiet.” “You make me tired.” “Nah,” he said softly, “I make you nervous.” You sucked your teeth and tried to turn away, but his hand caught your waist before you could move too far. Not rough. Just enough to pull you back in front of him.

“Cameron…” “What?” His voice dropped lower. “Tell me to stop forreal.” The problem was… you couldn’t. Not when he was lookin’ at you like that. Not when his hand was warm against your waist. Not when every little memory of him kept rushin’ back all at once.

His grin faded a little when he realized you weren’t pulling away anymore. For once, Cameron got quiet too. Then his fingers tilted your chin up gently. “You still so pretty,” he mumbled. Your breath caught slightly. “Boy…” Before you could say anything else, his lips brushed yours. Soft at first, almost teasing. Like he was waiting to see if you’d stop him. You should’ve stopped him.

Instead, your hand grabbed the front of his shirt, and that was all the permission Cameron needed. He kissed you again, slower this time, and you hated how familiar it felt. How easy it felt. His other hand slid against your waist while yours stayed bunched in his shirt. The kiss got deeper for a second before you finally pulled back, breathing hard. “See?” Cameron smirked a little, forehead still close to yours. “Knew you missed me.”

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The bedroom was quiet except for the TV playing low in the background. Cameron sat against the headboard like he lived there, one arm stretched across the pillows while he watched you move around the room. “You always doin’ somethin’,” he muttered. You glanced over your shoulder. “Maybe because somebody in here keep distractin’ me.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “So I am distracting?” “Don’t start gettin’ cocky.” “Too late for that.” His eyes dragged over you again, making your stomach flip a little. “Come here.” You ignored him at first, fixing your shirt even though it didn’t need fixing. Cameron just watched you quietly for a second before patting the spot beside him on the bed. “Why you actin’ nervous?”

“I’m not nervous.” “Mhm.” He tilted his head. “Then come here.” You rolled your eyes, but eventually walked over anyway. The second you got close enough, his hand caught your wrist gently, pulling you onto the mattress beside him. “Cameron—”

“What?” he murmured, already way too close. “You keep sayin’ my name like you want me to behave.” “And you don’t.” “Nah.” He smiled a little. “Not around you.” Cameron’s hand stayed on your wrist a second longer than it needed to. Not tight, not forcing—just there, like he wasn’t in a rush to let you go. You tried to steady your breathing. “You always do that.”

“Do what?” he asked, voice low. “Act like you don’t know what you doin’.” That made him laugh softly. “Maybe I don’t.” But the way he was looking at you said otherwise.

The space between y’all got smaller without either of you really moving at first. Just eyes locked, the teasing slowing down into something heavier, quieter. “You still mad at me?” he murmured. “…I don’t even know right now.” “That’s fair.” His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, like he was testing if you’d pull away. You didn’t.

That pause was all it took. Cameron leaned in first—slow, giving you time to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. And when his lips met yours, it wasn’t rushed or playful this time. It was quieter. Intentional. Like he’d been holding it back and finally stopped pretending he wasn’t.

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You were laying on your back, the bottom half of your body hanging off the bed as Cameron stood in between your legs as he stood at the edge of the bed thrusting in and out of you. "Shit, this pussy is still so tight" He groaned as he pounded into you. Your hand gripped his forearm as your head was thrown back against the pillow. His left hand gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your skin. As his right hand rested on your lower stomach. "Fuck Cameron" you moaned as you gripped his arm tighter. "You gonna give me another baby?" He questioned as he moved his right hand down and started rubbing your clit "Y-yes, oh my gosh, yes!" You moaned out as your legs started shaking.

"Im so close, Cam" "Cum for me baby" He muttered in your ear as he leaned over you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a train as your release gushed out around his cock. "Fuck baby, there you go. Shit, im about to cum too" He groaned in your ear as he started thrusting faster. He thrusted in you a couple more times before he buried his cock deep inside of you, his thick cum flooding your pussy. "Fuck" He groaned in your ear as he gripped your waist.

He collapsed on top of you, the both of you panting heavily. He looked up at you, his hand coming up, cupping your face and tilting it for you to look at him. "I was for real when i said i missed you.... Missed us" You looked at him "I wanna come back home Y/N" You stared at him a little longer before smirking "I think about it" He groaned "Your unbelievable"

Cameron Cade x Black Reader

🜼 18+ only. MDNI

🜼 summary: when being in a situationship with Cameron Cade, things turn out in a way that was completely unexpected.

🜼 content: situationships, jealously, reader is lowk a hypocrite, public s3x, mirror s3x, choking, fingering, finger sucking, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v

🜼 word count: 3.4k

🜼 A/N: more Cam Cade fics for you guys!!!!! I appreciate you guys for all the love and support you have shown me in my last few posts. thank you for giving me the courage to continue to bring my blog to life. i hope you enjoy this, my cherries, muah <3

A knock on your front door jolted you awake from a very peaceful slumber. A groan escaped your body as you reached for your phone on the nightstand. 11:42 pm— the time read. Before you could even process what was happening, your phone started ringing. "Hello?" your voice was still laced with sleep.

"Wake yo ass up and come open the door," the deep voice on the other line made a shiver run down your back. You missed that voice. You climbed out and began your walk to the front door, stretching and rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself up some more.

You didn't even bother checking the peephole before you opened the door. Cameron Cade stood there in all his glory with a bookbag slung over his shoulder. The moment your eyes met, a small smile began to spread on your lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, mama." He kissed your lips and walked around you, and headed further inside your apartment. "I should've left your ass out there." Cameron laughed but ignored you and continued walking to your room.

You and Cameron didn't exactly have a label. You had been seeing each other for about two months now; at the beginning of this… arrangement, you both had agreed that you did not want a relationship, just a friend with benefits. As time passed, you started spending more time with each other. He would come to your apartment, and you would go to his. He would buy you things and expect nothing in return, but there was still no official label on the relationship. Since you didn't want to assume things, you were still moving like you were single and he was single.

"You still came and opened the door, right? Ight." He walked into your bathroom and shut the door. Sassy ass nigga— you thought. You climbed right back into bed and grabbed your Kindle to continue the book you started earlier in the day. When he emerged, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

As soon as he got into bed, he took your Kindle from your hands. You smack your teeth and try to snatch it back from his hands, but he just tosses it onto the oversize beanbag chair in the corner of your room. He spreads your legs, then lies between them. "Why are you here, Cameron?" You ask when you feel him begin to press kisses on your neck. He stops kissing you and looks at you with confusion written on his lightly freckled face. "Cause I can be?"

"It's more normal to call ahead of time and ask if it's okay first. It shows respect, nigga." He jerked his head in a way to wave you off. Cameorn rests his head on your stomach, and your hands move to caress his head softly. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, basking in the silence and softly rubbing on each other. "Who you bringing to the foundation gala?" Cameron asks.

"I have a date, actually." You say softly. He moves his head from your stomach and looks up at you. "Oh, forreal?" his tone was a bit shocked, but you ignored it. Cameron licked his lips and mumbled the word 'cool' while nodding his head before resting it back on your stomach. The two of you fall back into silence, and every now and then, Cameron would press a kiss or two to your stomach. Since he threw your Kindle across your room, you were now using your phone to read your book.

Cameron moved back up your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. A kiss that turned into a full-out makeout session, which later progressed into his mouth on your jaw, trailing down to your neck. "Cam," you sigh in pleasure. He gripped your chin softly, lifting it to make you look at him.

"I'm finna eat this pretty ass pussy, then we going to bed. That cool with you?"

"Yesss," you whine.

"Bet," Cameron presses another nasty kiss on your lips before hastily removing your sleep shorts and descending your body.

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The morning of the foundation gala, you woke up earlier than usual to get your day started. This was your way of mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead. You had your comfort robe draped around your body, and the matching bonnet to go with it. Your curtains were drawn, letting the natural sunlight enter your apartment. You were putting your all into making sure the day went smoothly.

You were currently sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating breakfast, when a knock sounded at your front door. Your brows furrow— you weren't expecting any visitors. You pick up your phone to check the camera at the door, and you see a woman holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Hi! Is this the home of Y/N?" the woman asks with a warm smile on her face. "Hi, yes, it is." After confirming, the woman hands you the bouquet and the card along with it. She tells you to have a good day, and she goes on her way. You stood there for a few minutes, shocked as fuck because this was the least of what you were expecting.

Heading back inside, you set the flowers on your kitchen island and opened the nice-looking card that came with them. Because You Deserve It All. See you tonight, mama.— C.Cade. The card read.

Utter shock spread across your face. In the time you had known Cameron, of course, he had spent money on you, but he had never had flowers delivered to your apartment. You walked over to the coffee table and grabbed your phone to send him a thank-you message. His actions threw you completely off your axis. You had totally forgotten about the date you were bringing with you to the gala.

It wasn't anything serious, just a dude on the basketball team you had been texting for a few weeks. When he asked if you wanted to go with him, you thought why the hell not? It wasn't like you and Cameron were in a relationship; you were single, and he was too. So you weren't doing anything wrong.

A few hours later, when you were all dressed and ready for the gala. You were wearing a red satin dress with gorgeous black heels. It was pretty simple, but the way the color made your brown skin pop, on top of the body glaze you were wearing, you looked good as fuck.

Your date had texted to let you know he was about to be outside, so you headed downstairs to the lobby area until you saw his truck pull up. When you did, he parked by the doors, got out, and started walking towards you. He was an extremely attractive man. Tall, mocha skin, locs that were pulled into a ponytail. He was wearing an all-black suit that fit his body perfectly. "You look beautiful, Y/N." He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you. You look handsome yourself." You didn't lie, he did look good, but a part of you couldn't help but wonder what Cameron was up to. You hadn't spoken to him since this morning when the flowers were dropped off, and even that conversation was very brief. You couldn't wait to see him.

The vibes in the car on the way to the gala were good. You and your date engaged in nice conversation all the way there. The foundation gala taking place tonight was put together by the athletic department to raise money for charities. You were nervous to see who Cameron had brought. He had never mentioned to you that he was bringing a date. Not that he had to, but based on your relationship dynamic, you would think he'd say something

After taking many pictures and mingling with others, you were finally settled at your seat. Upon arrival, you spotted Cameron immediately…and the woman on his arm. When he saw you, something in his gaze changed. You could see his jaw clench in irritation every time he would glance your way. You barely had any time to appreciate how handsome he looked because he was giving you death glares from the moment you walked in.

You and your date were sitting at your table, waiting until the speeches were given. Against your will, your eyes moved to where Cameron and his date were sitting. She was laughing at something he said, and touching on his arms as she was doing it. That nigga couldn't have said something that funny. You rolled your eyes at his audacity. How does one go from sending you flowers this morning with a cute ass note, to not saying a word to you when they finally see you? Fuck that. You were starting to get irritated. "Excuse me, I will get right back. I need to go freshen up." Your date looked at you with concern in his eyes, but after reassuring him that you were fine, he finally nodded and told you he would order for you if you weren't out in time.

You picked a bathroom as far away from the event as you could. You needed time to breathe and be irritated in peace without even hearing the voices of other people. A few minutes passed by, and you heard the door to the bathroom open. "Hey, someone's in here," you called out. You smacked your teeth when you heard footsteps continue to walk further in. You were getting ready to go off when Cameron appeared. "What are you doing?!" you whisper-shouted. "You can't be in here, Cameron."

He just looked at you with a blank expression on his face. "You really brought another nigga as your date?" you scoffed. "Are you dead ass right now? You don't get to question me when you brought someone too." You were looking at him like he had completely lost his mind.

"You seeing him?"

"It doesn't matter if I am or not. You're lame as fuck, sending flowers to my house this morning, but got another woman laughing hard as fuck in your face, touching on you and shit. Why even go out of your way?"

"'Cause I'm yo man. The fuck? You had already planned to be here with that nigga." With every word, he was stepping closer to you, irritation written all over his face. "We're not together, Cameron." He was in your face now, forcing you to look up at him. Even in your heated gaze, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked tonight, and judging by the way his eyes glance down your body, you know he notices it too. "I have to go." You try to move around Cameron, but he just follows your movements.

"You ain't going back out there to that nigga."

"Cameron," you sigh. This was getting nowhere. "Maybe this was a mistake. We shouldn't do this." You place your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he just completely ignores you. "You look beautiful tonight. I almost lost my shit seeing you walk in here with him." Cameron places one of his hands under your chin, lifting it so you're looking at him. His voice had gotten softer, his eyes more pleading.

"She's not my date. She's the event coordinator. I didn't know we were going to be seated together, nor do I give a fuck about any of that shit." He rubs your chin softly. You understood where he was coming from, but something in you just wanted to continue to make things difficult.

"I have to go," You say again.

"Stop playing with me, Y/N," then he pushes his lips onto yours. You were taken aback by the abruptness of the moment, but when you found your footing, you returned the kiss all the same. You groaned into each other's mouths, moving between a fast and slow pace, trying to do everything you can to savor the moment. Cameron sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. When he breaks away, he looks at you with a half-lidded, heated gaze. He licks his lips and turns you around so you're facing the mirror.

He bends and presses kisses on the backs of your ears, trailing down to the sides of your neck. You hear him unclasp his pants and push them down, along with his underwear. Cameron pushes up the back of your dress. In the mirror, you see him looking down at you, licking his lips like he is admiring you like a work of art, and of course, you weren't wearing any panties, so he was getting a full view of your ass.

He moves back to your ear and says ever so softly. "Put me in," You reached back and grabbed his dick in your hands, stroking him to spread the precum over his dick. Then, you placed his dick at the entrance of your pussy and gasped when you felt him start to sink in.

He pushes in ever so slowly, then pulls out and moves back in just as slowly. "Cammmm, fuck." You grip the edges of the sink to keep your balance.

"Look at yourself," he says in that deep, raspy, sexy voice. "You look like mine… don't you?"

Your eyes meet his hazel gaze in the mirror. He began to pick up the pace, knocking exactly at your G-spot with every thrust. "Don't you, Y/N?" he asks again. "Yessssss," you were trying not to be so loud because you were literally still at a networking event with hundreds of people in the same building.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you, mama." He wraps his hand around your throat. "You taking this dick so well, too." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the pleasure he was putting on your body.

"It feels so good, Cam, shittt," The sounds of his dick moving in and out of you and you getting wetter by the minute. Cam pulls out, picks you up, and sets you on the sick, and is back inside you all within five seconds. You didn't even have time to recover before he was back inside you, moving at a relentless pace.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." He looked down at you with a sexy smirk on his face. Sweat started to show at the base of his hairline. He reached down and pressed another nasty kiss to your lips, and neither of you cared. You were just consumed in the moment, you were stuck in a trance at the feel of his dick moving in and out of you. When Cam reached down and began thumbing your clit, your mouth opened on a silent moan as you came— hard.

"Cam, Cam, Cammm," you repeated over and over from the intensity of your orgasm. And he just fucked you through it, not stopping even once, making you cum again. His moves started to become more frantic, letting you know he was close as well. He stiffened inside you with a grunt. "Fuckkk, mama."

He collapsed on top of you, both of you heavily panting. Trying to find your breath again. After a few minutes, he pulled his clothes back on and got himself together. He helped you off the sink, fixing and smoothing out your dress as you revamped your look in the mirror, making yourself look presentable again.

After both of you were both ready to go back out, Cameron turned you around and grabbed your throat. "When you go back out there, ion wanna see that nigga touching you. Matter fact, you not even leaving this bitch with him. I'll take you home, ight?" You nodded, and Cameron gave your ass a light smack before allowing you to go out first.

Thankfully, there were enough people here not to notice your absence. After you had gotten to your seat, your date looked up at you with concern etched all over his face. "You good?" he asks, reaching out to touch your arm to help you sit. You quickly moved away from his touch as soon as you were seated. "Yes, I just felt a bit sick for a minute." You gave him a small smile in reassurance. "Okay, the food should be out shortly. I went ahead and ordered for you." You gave him your thanks.

A few minutes later, you saw Cameron walk back into the venue, to his seat. Still looking as put together as ever, as if he didn't just fuck you silly a few minutes ago.

The rest of the night went smoothly. You ate dinner and sat and talked with the people around you for the rest of the night. Every now and then, you would catch Cameron making glances at you. Based on the look in his eyes, you knew the night was far from over.

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"Fuckkk, Cameron!" you moan loudly as you came on his fingers for the second time. After the event, you ended up at his apartment. What was supposed to be a chill night ended with you straddling him, your tongue in his mouth, and you riding his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. You greedily sucked them into your mouth, licking your release from his fingers as if it were his dick. After you sucked his two fingers clean, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet his lips. He slips his tongue into your mouth, trying to get the taste of you and your release.

You collapsed on his chest, trying to catch your breath after you were basically trying to swallow each other's faces. In one swift movement, your back was hitting his pillows, and he was moving down your body and sucking your pussy into his mouth. He spat on your pussy and watched it drip down before slurping it back up. "Shit tastes good as fuck." You were in too much of a blissful state to even reply to him; you just looked down at him as he feasted on your pussy with skill. The man looked like he was in his element just from eating your pussy. "Cam, please."

It didn't take long before you were cumming in his mouth, and of course, everything you produced, he licked it up.

"Fuck me, please." You pulled at his arms until he was hovering above you. He let you control the pace. He stared at you, letting out soft, heavy breaths, as he waited for you to put him inside of you. he wasted no time in pounding your pussy relentlessly. "Yesss," You whimpered. You couldn't get enough of him, of his heated body pressed against yours, of his dick stretching you out and pounding into you.

"I'm yo man, right?" he asks breathlessly. You were at a loss for words, so you nodded profusely. "Nah, say that shit."

"I'm yours, Cam, fuckkk!" Your breast bounced with each thrust, and his eyes followed their movement every time.

"I'm gonna cum again, babyy," you moaned in pure ecstasy. "Then cum on this dick." The pressure building up inside of you exploded. You came so hard you saw stars. At the same time, Cameron stiffened as he came along with you, moaning and groaning in your ear.

He collapsed beside you, both of you still panting like crazy. This time, it took a bit longer to find your footing. You had basically been going at it like rabbits ever since you got back to his apartment. As you were still heavily breathing, Cameron got out of bed and left the room, returning with a rag and a water bottle in his hand. He took the rag and placed it on your pussy, leaving it there for a second. You moaned softly at the warmth emitting from the rag. After a few seconds, he proceeded to clean you up.

Afterwards, he climbed back into bed and pulled you into his arms, rubbing on your body to release any tension you may have.

Cameron definitely showed his jealous side tonight… and you weren't even mad at it.