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Sorry I haven’t updated anything in a while yall :((

Started a new job and it’s kicking my azzzzz

Update for cybersex soon and more to come 💘

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AURAS INTRO 𝜗𝜚⋆˚ .ᐟ

hellooo loves!

im nineteen years old! born in dominican republic & living in nyc, im a afrolatina mamiii. & im a full time student & worker.

I be going in and out of writing slumps so.. spare with me :P.

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ᰔ - smut

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cybersex 𝟐

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - cameroncade x blackf!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - yn finally meets the man behind her most loyal subscriber, lines blur between online fantasy and real-life feelings — and nothing stays hidden for long.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - warnings : sex, n word use, pussyeating, many things etc etc

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - wc 5.2k

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - part 1, part 2

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - an; this is part 2, took me a fucking while to write. lmk If yall want a p3

You woke up with a dull headache humming behind your temples, the kind that came from too little sleep and too much fun the night before. For a moment you just stared at the ceiling, trying to gather yourself—until you felt an arm draped securely around your waist.

Warm. Heavy. Relaxed.

Memory hit you all at once.

Cameron.

You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him still asleep behind you. His face looked softer than it had last night. You honestly expected him to be gone already.

Carefully, you shifted, but his arm tightened instinctively, pulling you closer like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

You laughed quietly under your breath.

“Cam baby you gotta get up,” you said, lightly tapping his hand.

He groaned dramatically, burying his face into your neck. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled, voice deep and scratchy with sleep. After a second he cracked one eye open. “What time is it?”

You reached for your phone, squinting at the brightness. “9:37.”

His eyes widened instantly.

“Fuck.” He sat up fast, running both hands over his face. “We got practice.”

The sudden panic made you laugh, the sound slipping out before you could stop it.

“I thought you would’ve left already.”

Cameron looked at you, eyebrows lifting in fake offense. “That’s what you think of a nigga?” he asked, his tone stern but playful.

You giggled at his reaction, shaking your head.

“I had a good time last night,” he said, his expression softening as he looked at you.

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. He leaned closer, pressing a quick peck against your lips—simple, warm, and surprisingly natural.

“Me too,” you replied quietly.

He smiled before continuing, “How about I pick you up after I’m done with practice? We can go get some food or something.”

You hesitated for only a second. The idea felt unexpected—this was supposed to be a one-night thing—but you didn’t actually want to say no.

“I would like that.”

You leaned forward and kissed him again, this one lasting a little longer. His hand rested lightly on your waist, and for a moment the air shifted, tension slowly building between you both. It would’ve been easy to let it go further, but reality slipped back in.

His practice.

You pulled away first, smiling slightly. “You should probably get up before you’re late.”

He laughed under his breath. “Yeah, you right.”

The two of you finally pushed yourselves out of bed, sheets shifting as the warmth between you faded into the cool morning air. Cameron stretched with a low groan, rolling his shoulders before brushing a hand over his buzzed head, still shaking off sleep. You gathered your clothes from the floor, stepping around last night’s scattered pieces while quiet morning light settled against your skin. There was an easy comfort between you—soft glances, small smiles, the kind of calm that didn’t feel awkward despite how new everything still was.

“Let me give you a ride to your place so you don’t gotta walk.”

“You don't have to,” Cameron said, shaking his head as he stood.

“I want to, since you got me home last night”. 

The two of you started getting ready. It didn’t take him long—he moved quickly, pulling on his clothes while you handed him a spare toothbrush. Watching him casually brush his teeth in your bathroom felt oddly normal for someone you’d just met hours ago.

You got dressed for the day, slipping into a simple two-piece set—comfortable but put together, your idea was to run errands after dropping Cameron off. 

By the time you both were ready, the apartment felt lighter, filled with easy conversation and small jokes as you headed toward the door together.

The ride to Cameron’s place was short—surprisingly short. He literally lived two blocks away from you, something that made both of you laugh once you realized it.

“Still crazy how close you’ve been to me this whole time,” you said, glancing over at him as you pulled up.

“Yeah,” Cameron replied, shaking his head with a small smile. “Whole time we was neighbors and ain’t even know it.”

There was a hint of disappointment in his expression, like he wasn’t ready for the morning to end just yet. Neither of you rushed to move when the car stopped, the quiet stretching comfortably between you.

“I’ll see you later, mama,” he said softly.

He leaned in, cupping your cheek gently before pressing a slow, intimate kiss to your lips—unhurried, like he didn’t want to pull away. For a moment, neither of you did, the world outside the car fading into the background.

When he finally pulled back, he lingered close, smiling before stepping out of the car. 

-

“NIGGA—who was that?”

Cameron barely made it out of the car before his teammate Drew’s voice rang out from across the sidewalk. Drew had clearly caught the entire goodbye kiss, standing there with a wide grin and zero shame about staring.

“Nigga, shut up,” Cameron muttered, trying to walk past him toward the building like nothing happened.

Drew followed right behind him, relentless. “Nah, don’t do that. Where you been? Who is she? And is she single?”

Cameron shook his head, unlocking the door. “None of that shit your business,” he said calmly before adding, “and no—she ain’t single.”

Drew gasped dramatically. “Ohhh, so now you gatekeeping? That’s crazy. You ain’t even introduce us!”

Cameron just laughed under his breath, already stepping inside. “You talk too much.”

He pushed the door closed while Drew was still mid-sentence.

“Aight bro!” Drew called through the door. “We gon’ continue this at practice!”

Cameron shook his head, smiling to himself as he walked down the hallway. He pulled out his phone to send you a quick text—but then he realized he never got your number, he only had you in the onlyfans chats.. 

“Fuck”. 

The sound of whistles and cleats scraping against turf filled the air as practice started up. Players stretched along the sideline, helmets tucked under their arms while coaches shouted instructions from across the field.

Cameron jogged out toward his position, focused, already slipping into game mode—or at least trying to.

Unfortunately, Drew had other plans.

“Ayo,” Drew called loudly, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Y’all will NOT believe who this nigga been hiding from us.”

Cameron stopped mid-stretch, already knowing where this was going. “Drew,” he warned, not even looking up, “don’t start.”

Too late.

“Nah, I’m serious,” Drew continued, walking backward in front of a few teammates gathering around. “I just seen this man kissing the finest girl I ever seen and he talking ‘mind your business.’ Whole time he been gatekeeping!”

A couple teammates instantly turned toward Cameron.

“Gatekeeping?” one of them laughed. “Since when you move like that?”

Another added, “You ain’t even introduce us? That’s foul.”

Cameron shook his head, pulling his gloves tighter. “Y’all worried bout the wrong shit.”

Drew pointed at him dramatically. “See? That’s exactly what I’m sayin, bro said she not single either—like we was applying for the position or something!”

The group burst into laughter. 

“Y’all childish as hell,” Cameron said, keeping a straight face, clearly done with Drew and the rest of the team running their mouths. He adjusted his helmet, letting the bs tune out. 

Cameron was fucking relieved practice was finally over. That pointless drill, Drew running his mouth the whole time—he was done. He practically ran off the field. 

-

All he could think about was getting back to his apartment and seeing you. He moved fast, damn near speeding to his apartment. 

When he got home, Cameron grabbed his phone and texted you real quick:

him00

Get ready mama I’ll be there in 15.

He threw on a quick fit, nothing crazy..A few sprays of his cologne—enough to notice but not enough to choke anyone out. Done, he stepped in front of the mirror and froze for a second.

He was nervous. Which was new considering what went down last night. Cameron cade was never nervous to meet a shorty ever. But you were obviously different. 

He shook his head, running a hand over his buzzed head. 

-

When your phone buzzed, you frowned at the screen for a second. You blinked, a little confused—then it hit you.

In all the talking, all the teasing, all the sex… you and Cameron hadn’t even exchanged numbers. Not once.

A small laugh escaped you, shaking your head. Of course.

The nigga had only given you 15 minutes to get ready, so you moved fast. You threw on a quick outfit — something cute, simple, and easy to roll with wherever Cameron was taking you. Hair up, lip gloss on, bag grabbed, and you were out the door before you could overthink it.

Time flew, and before you knew it, your phone buzzed.

him00

Im here.

Your chest skipped a beat. You’d been waiting for this, and now that it was actually happening, your stomach twisted in a mix of nerves and excitement. You took a quick breath, trying to steady yourself. 

When you stepped outside, he was there, leaning on his hood like he owned the block. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers—not fancy, just simple, but somehow it fit him perfectly.

He looked up when he saw you and grinned. “There she is.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Flowers?”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging like it was nothing. “Figured I’d stop and get you some before our date.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Mm, I did,” he said, stepping closer. “Now come on mama.”

Cameron leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before opening the passenger door. “After you,” he said with a grin, then hopped in on his side.

The drive was quiet, comfortable, but he didn’t say a word about where you were going. You tried guessing, stealing glances at him every now and then, but he just smirked whenever he caught you looking.

When he finally pulled up, you recognized it instantly—a retro, old-school diner you’d been wanting to check out for a while. Neon lights flickered above the entrance, giving it that perfect vintage vibe.

“They got the best food here,” Cameron said, stepping out and holding the door for you. “Trust me, you’re gonna like it.” 

You followed Cameron inside, and he held the door like a damn gentleman, but with that smirk that said he didn’t give a fuck about anyone else noticing. The place was old-school, neon lights buzzing, jukebox in the corner—exactly the kind of spot you’d been thinking of going to for a while. 

A nice older lady came up to your table, sliding the menus across with a warm smile. “Here you go, loves. You guys have an idea of what you wanna drink?” She nodded toward the drink menus.

You picked yours up quickly. “I’ll do a Shirley Temple, please.”

Cameron’s eyes scanned the menu but he barely looked up distracted by all the pictures of food.  “I’ll do a vanilla milkshake,” he said. 

The nice lady, Patty, walked away, leaving the two of you alone at the booth.

“What’re you gonna get?” you asked, glancing up from your menu, curious.

Cameron hummed, eyes scanning the options. “Hmm… maybe the burger and fries,” he said after a moment, like he’d already made up his mind.

You smirked, looking back down at your menu. “Hmm… I think I’ll do the chicken sandwich and fries.”

“You copycat”. You rolled your eyes, laughing quietly. The back-and-forth felt easy, familiar—like you’d been teasing each other for years instead of just one actual night & months of messages. 

Patty came back a few minutes later, setting your drinks down with a smile. “Here you go, loves. So… what can I get you to eat?”

You glanced at Cameron, smirking. “I’ll do the chicken sandwich and fries, please.”

Cameron didn’t hesitate. “Burger and fries for me.” He shot you a sideways grin, leaning back in the booth like he already knew this was going to be fun. 

Patty paid attention to the little inside joke, smiling to herself. “You two are an adorable couple.”

You started to protest, but Cameron cut you off. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said, flashing her a sweet smile that made your stomach twist—and your coochie jump. The man was fine and respectful–something most niggas lacked on your campus. 

As Patty walked away, you gave Cameron a knowing look. “So we're a couple now?”

He chuckled, taking a slow sip of his milkshake, eyes locked on you. “Mm… I mean, we could be,” he said, leaning back with that lazy smirk that made your chest tighten. 

“You forget we just met last night?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“Technically,” he said, voice dropping low as he started to lean in, whispering now, “we’ve known each other for a year… and —” his lips curved into that damn smirk — “we already fucked.”

You felt heat crawl up your neck, your fingers tightening around your drink. He wasn’t even trying to hide the effect he was having on you.

“Or I gotta remind you of last night?” he murmured, slightly tugging at your top so your hickies would be on display for the two of you. 

You leaned back slightly, pretending to be casual, though your heart was racing. “Youre annoying.”

Cameron chuckled low, letting his gaze linger on you. “See? No excuses needed. We’re already…ahead of time.”

Your lips twitched in a grin, half-exasperated, half-turning you on like hell. “You’re unbelievable.”

Patty came back before Cameron could answer, sliding the plates down. The smell hit you immediately—greasy, salty, perfect. 

-

You and Cameron finished your meals pretty quickly, the food more of a distraction than anything. When the check came, you reached for your wallet, ready to split it.

Cameron’s hand shot out before you could even open it. “Why you even pulling that out?”

“Umm… to pay my half?” you said, shrugging, trying to play it casual.

He scoffed, leaning back and pushing your wallet away like it was nothing. “Nah… you don’t gotta do that with me.”

Sliding the check over, he scribbled quickly, leaving a hefty tip—easily 50%—for Miss Patty. He smirked at you, eyes dark, casual, like it was effortless. “She took care of us, so we take care of her..”

The way he handled it was so respectful—it made your chest tighten. You were so fucking attracted to him, and moments like this only made it worse.

Miss Patty smiled warmly as the two of you left hand in hand. “I hope God bless this connection y’all got—it’s sweet. Reminds me of me and my husband.”

Cameron gave her a polite nod and that effortless, respectful smile that made you melt. “Thank you, ma’am. Means a lot,” he said sincerely.

Cameron opened the passenger side door for you, giving your ass a light smack as you slid in. You groaned. “Cameron,” you said, stern but breathless.

He leaned back in his seat, grinning. “What?”

You gave him a look that said it all, and he just smirked, completely unbothered. “So… Can I get your number now?”

You giggled, reaching for his phone. He handed it over like it was nothing, and you typed in your number, saving it as ‘the queen’. 

“Damn right,” he said, leaning in for a quick, teasing kiss before starting the car.

“Now save my number as the king,”. He said–Dead serious. 

“Rightttttt…Cameron Cade it is”. You laughed at his overdramatic fake ass gasp. 

The ride back to your place was short, the sun setting casting a warm glow over the city, but the tension between you was anything but. Every brush of his hand on your thigh, every stolen glance, made your chest tighten. Cameron leaned back casually, smirking like he always did, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

When your building came into view, you felt your pulse quicken. “Wanna come in?” you asked, trying to sound casual but knowing your voice betrayed you.

He nodded, taking your question as an invitation, and pulled the car smoothly into a spot. As he stepped out, he held the door open for you. Holding onto your hand as you both made it to your apartment. Familiar feelings from the night before flooding back to you 

-

Once inside, you set your bag and the bouquet on the counter and kicked off your sandals. Cameron followed behind, quietly taking off his shoes and setting them neatly next to yours. You moved toward your kitchen shelf, spotting your favorite vase tucked away. It hadn’t been used in a while, but now, with the flowers in your hands, it felt right.

Cameron leaned casually against the counter, hands in his pockets, watching. You arranged the stems, noticing how his gaze lingered but never in an intrusive way—just observant, comfortable, like he belonged there.

“You like?” you asked, glancing over at Cameron. He was paying full attention to you, hunger in his eyes that made you wet. as fuck.

“Mhm… I like you more, though,” he said, voice low, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on the finishing touches to your vase, but before you could finish, Cameron’s fingers snaked around the waistband of your jeans, pulling you slightly closer to him.

“I’ve been thinking ’bout you all day,” he said, voice low. Before you could answer, he gently turned you around to face him. His hands slid over your sides, tracing lightly, then finally settled on your waist, pulling you just close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. 

Cameron leaned in, lips brushing softly against the side of your neck, warm and deliberate. You felt your knees weaken, a shiver running down your spine. Slowly, he trailed the kisses upward, each one lingering longer than the last, until his mouth hovered over yours. 

You leaned up, closing the space, letting your lips meet his. Cameron didn’t hesitate—he returned the kiss, slow, sloppy, your tongues moving in sync together. 

He’d been waiting for this moment all day. His hands slid from your waist to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, grinding you against him. 

He tapped on your leg, that little smirk daring you. You knew exactly what he meant. Without thinking, you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands settled firmly on your hips, holding you close.

His lips found yours again, sloppy and hungry .His hands cupped your ass, holding you tight as the kiss grew slow and messy, the tension between you getting unbearable. He groaned softly, nipping at your bottom lip before diving back into the kiss.

He led you to your room—moving like he already owned the space. He pushed you onto the bed, ripping his shirt off, then leaned down, diving back into the kiss.

“Let me taste you, mama,” he murmured against your lips. You nodded, giving him the permission that had him grinning like a predator. His hands moved fast, tugging your pants down almost recklessly.

He dragged you toward the edge of the bed, hooking your legs back, and before you could react, his fingers tore through the new lacy panties you’d just bought on your last shopping trip.

“Cammmm…” you groaned, half protest, half surrender, as the messy, hungry energy between you took over.

“I'll buy you five new ones”. His tongue drags up your folds in one long, nasty stroke. You let out a soft moan. It's sloppy, messy, all wet and hungry suction. He's eating you out like yall didnt just have a full meal not even a hour ago- , his lips sealed around your clit as he shakes his head in it, making your back arch off the bed. Your legs spread wider with the help of the grip of his hands. Knees trembling, toes curling into your heels as your pussy squelches around his tongue—loud, obscene. 

“Fuck—" you gasp, lips parted in a breathy moan. “cameron im gonna-Mmm”. 

Camerons lifts his mouth, keeping his thumb on your clit. “Let it out mama”. Your thighs shake under the grip of his hands, still slick from his mouth as he drags himself up your body in one smooth motion. His slick lips crash against yours. “I love this fucking pussy”. You fought to catch your breath as Cameron's thumb stayed on your clit attacking it. 

Your hand shot down, trying to stop him, your body trembling a little. “Baby… I’m sensitive,” you said, voice shaky.

Cameron chuckled, slowing just enough to give you a little break, holding you in place, teasing, keeping you on edge without letting up completely. “Taste yourself, baby,” Cameron murmured, his fingers sliding into your mouth. You sucked him in, letting him feel you completely, lips and tongue moving over him.

His eyes stayed locked on your face the entire time, dark and hungry. He stood up, just watching, letting you feel every inch of his gaze from above. You squirmed slightly, heat creeping up your neck, suddenly shy under the intensity, but the way he looked at you only made your body react more.

“Look at you…” he murmured, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So fucking sexy”. 

You slowly got on your knees, and Cameron couldn’t take his eyes off you. He rubbed himself, watching your body move just for him, every inch of you tempting him. 

You began to think, why not get some content done? “Baby I want you to record". You got a little shy-not knowing how Cameron would react to your request. 

He didn't say no–obviously. So when you handed him your phone he began recording directing.

“Show them all the hickies I left on those pretty titties, baby,” Cameron growled, voice low and rough. You slowly lifted your shirt, teasing the camera. “Play wit’em, mama”. You followed his instructions, hands moving over your chest, eyes locked on him. His gaze was dark, hungry, watching every flicker of your movement. “Spit on ’em…get ’em nice and wet for me, okay, baby?” he murmured, voice thick with heat. You nodded, letting your saliva drip onto your chest, watching him tighten his jaw and groan, completely caught up in the messiness between you. 

Your hands slid down to your slick folds, spreading the mess across your chest even more, heat pooling low in your body. Cameron’s eyes stayed locked on you, his breathing heavy, every movement deliberate.

He freed himself, slowly stroking, watching every motion you made, his focus entirely on you. The sight of you moving for him, messy and wet, made it impossible for either of you to stay still.

“Show these niggas how you suck daddy’s dick,” Cameron said, voice low and steady.

You gripped his shaft, slapping the tip on your tongue before licking up his pre-cum. The sight made him react behind the camera, his hips twitching slightly. You made sure to coat it well with your spit, dragging your tongue over him, tasting every bit, keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

You bobbed your head slowly, taking him deep, letting your tongue swirl around him. Your hand matched the pace, sliding over his length, keeping him coated and slick. Every move made him shift, hips pressing closer, hands gripping the sheets as he watched you like you were his only focus.

“Damn, baby… just like that,” Cameron muttered, voice low, steady, completely in the moment.

You leaned into it, eyes locked on his, making sure every motion was deliberate, messy, and hot, enjoying the way he was completely consumed by you. Your hand pumped in time with your mouth, taking him as deep as you could, slick and wet, while Cameron held the camera steady, eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of your expression. The air was thick, every sound, every slick movement, pushing the tension higher.

The sight of you moving for him, every slick motion and gasp, was pushing him closer to the edge. His hips started to twitch slightly, shallow, quick movements betraying how close he was. You felt it, too—the tension in his body, the way he was gripping the camera tighter, knuckles white.

“Shit…I’m about to—” he muttered, voice rough, barely steady. Every stroke of your hand and swirl of your tongue kept him on the brink, and you instinctively let yourself move faster, making the mess between you both slicker n hotter. 

Cameron pulled himself free from your mouth, slick and trembling, and immediately wrapped his hand around himself, pumping fast over the mess coating your chest. His moans were loud, low, and rough, vibrating through the room, mixing with your own lewd moans. 

“Fuck, mama—look at that fucking mess,” Cameron groaned, his hand still wrapped around himself, slowly controlling the pace. He angled the camera down, capturing every slick detail, pointing it right at your chest.

You dipped your finger into the warm, sticky mess, lifting it to your mouth, letting it touch your tongue. A low moan slipped past your lips at the taste, your eyes flicking up to meet his, dark and completely absorbed in the moment. 

“You so fucking nasty,” Cameron muttered, eyes completely locked on yours.

“All fours, mama.”

You climbed onto your messy bed, sheets tangled beneath your hands as you arched your back slightly, glancing over your shoulder at Cameron. The look on his face made your breath catch—dark eyes fixed on you, jaw tight like he was trying hard to keep himself together.

Cameron’s hand landed a sharp slap against your ass, earning a surprised whine from you as your fingers tightened in the sheets.

A low chuckle left him, equal parts amused and impressed at the reaction he pulled from you so easily.

-

Cam was still recording. One hand gripping your phone other hand in between your slick folds—Still attacking your overly sensitive clit.

he leaned over you, chest to your back, kissing at your neck soft then harder, sucking more bruises along your neck. his dick rubbed against your wet folds—slow, deliberate. the head catching every sensitive spot and spreading your slick all over him.

he was teasing you. like he had been for the past 24-48 hours.

you whimpered

"cameronn, stop teasing meee". you were getting mad now, you just wanted needed him inside of you.

he chuckled low against your neck. “nah, let them hear you beg for it".

you clenched around nothing, thighs trembling. “please… just put it in daddy.”

“A little louder mama,” he murmured, rubbing the fat tip against your entrance again, dipping just the head in then pulling back out. He knew what he was doing—he loved seeing you get needy.

You buried your face into the sheets, a breathless moan escaping you, impatience written all over your body. Your hand reached back, fingers searching, ready to take matters into your own hands—or at least trying to.

Before you could, Cameron caught your wrist and roughly swatted your hand away.

“You so needy,” he muttered, his voice low, almost amused.

Finally, he stopped teasing. Cameron pulled you closer, guiding your hips back as he positioned himself behind you. You felt him press against you before he slowly slid into place, the two of you moaning in sync.

Your fingers tightened in the sheets as the sudden fullness made your head spin.

His hand came up to your neck, lifting your head gently so you couldn’t hide your reactions in the pillows.

“Lemme hear those pretty moans,” he murmured, voice low and rough near your ear.

A soft sound escaped you before you could stop it, your eyes squeezing shut as you adjusted to him. Cameron exhaled slowly behind you, his grip steady at your waist, keeping you close as he moved with deliberate patience.

“go faster cam”.

He was already in so deep, dragging through your pussy with no care for how sensitive you were. His pace didn’t stay steady or controlled. It got aggressive in that slow, cruel way that made your thighs burn from trying to hold yourself up while his hips slammed into you again and again.

You were caught in a haze, lost in the sweet, sinful words falling from Cameron’s lips and the steady rhythm he refused to break.

His grip on your waist tightened, a low grunt leaving him with every movement. Cameron was getting louder now, less controlled, his voice rough as he murmured, “Where you want me to come baby".

"comeinmypussydaddy", you cried out, a loud moan leaving your lips, making it clear you were close too.

Cameron kept his pace steady, movements growing heavier until he finally released, a deep groan leaving him as your moans blended together in perfect sync. He kept on going until he was semi soft- making sure you got every last drop.

he panted, taking your phone and getting a good shot of his come spilling out of your pretty pussy, The sight had him mesmerized.

“How you feeling mama?”. You flipped yourself so you'd be laying on your back. Cameron smiled from above, looking at your sex drunken phase. “I feel so good, but so sore”. Cameron bent down, placing kisses all over your face. “Let's get in the shower”.

-

After the shower, you both stepped out, steam still curling around the bathroom. Towels wrapped around your bodies, you grabbed a fresh one for Cameron. The water had rinsed away most of the mess, leaving you both slick and warm.

You dug through your drawer and pulled out a pair of your baggy men’s clothes—The ones you always wore to bed. “Here, you can wear these,” Holding them out. Cameron grinned, taking them, pulling the shirt over his head. You laughed softly, watching him pull on the 'oversized' shirt. It hung loose and baggy on you, but on him? It fit him perfectly—like it had been made for his broad shoulders and tall frame.

"Im boutta keep these". you rolled your eyes. "yeah ight".

Y’all settled into your couch, Cameron grabbing the remote to put whatever on. You leaned back into the cushions, the warmth of his body next to yours still lingering. He draped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you closer without saying a word, and you let out a soft sigh.

You pulled out your phone and opened the videos from earlier, and Cameron leaned over, his eyes glinting as he watched the screen with you. Both of you settled into the couch, side by side. Watching the freakynasty shit that played out not that long ago

“Holy fuck,” you muttered, eyes wide as the first video played, showing you giving him head from earlier.

Cameron let out a low chuckle, leaning closer so his chest pressed against yours. “You look so good like that,” he murmured, voice thick, a grin tugging at his lips.

You glanced up at him "Can I post these?".

He quickly nodded, smirk spreading across his face. “Send me them too, I’mma beat my shit to them later.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a soft pinch on the arm, making him chuckle loudly. “You’re nasty,” you muttered, shaking your head, but the heat in your chest told you otherwise.

“Whatever,” Cameron said with a lazy smirk, clearly amused at your annoyance.

You sighed softly, snuggling closer as he draped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you against his chest. The warmth radiating from his body was addictive. Soon, the two of you shifted together on the couch, legs tangled, heads leaning against each other, the quiet hum of the TV in the background.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - AHHHH I hope you guys like this one, I had like 3 different versions and decided on this one. lmk if I should continue this or start sum new. dont be shy and send request in the 'chat w me' button :))))))

also didnt proof read too much lmk if there's anything I gotta fix!!!

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cybersex

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - cameroncade x blackf!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ -yn finally meets the man behind her most loyal subscriber, lines blur between online fantasy and real-life feelings — and nothing stays hidden for long.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - warnings : sex, n word use, drinking, etc etc

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - wc 6.1k

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - part 1, part 2

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - an; this is part 1, & something very new for me also first time writing smut so spare me I took hella inspiration from other amazing writers

You’d only been doing OnlyFans for a few months—nothing extreme, nothing that showed your face. Just enough mystery to keep people curious and enough distance to protect the parts of yourself that still felt private.

It wasn’t something you’d dreamed of doing. It was survival. Rent notices piling up on your kitchen counter, tuition emails you stopped opening, the constant weight of trying to stay afloat while pretending everything was fine. This was temporary—that’s what you told yourself every night before logging on.

Somehow, your Twitter account grew faster than you expected. One repost turned into ten, ten turned into thousands of followers, and suddenly your notifications never stopped buzzing. You learned quickly: confidence sold, mystery kept them hooked, and attention—real attention—made people stay.

You had regulars now. Loyal subscribers who tipped generously just to talk, just to feel seen for a few minutes in your comment section.

But one username stood out.

him00.

He’d been there since the beginning—before the follower count, before the requests flooded in. Always tipping quietly. Always respectful. Never pushy. He showed up to every live like clockwork, his messages somehow cutting through the chaos of emojis and thirsty comments.

Over time, you caught yourself looking for his name before anyone else’s.

Tonight’s live was calm—just chatting, no real plan. Your laptop camera framed laying down on your bed, the soft yellow lingerie glowing against your skin, a fuzzy pink robe slipping lazily off one shoulder. Fresh out of the shower, warmth still clinging to you, the faint scent of vanilla and marshmallow filling your room.

The lights were low, your bedroom dim except for the soft glow spilling from the bathroom behind you, and a few pink led lights that you had. It made everything feel softer, dreamlike—like the world outside didn’t exist.

Comments rolled endlessly up the screen.

Compliments. Requests. Hearts.

Then a familiar notification popped up.

him00 tipped $50.

Your lips curved before you could stop yourself.

“Look who’s here,” you murmured, leaning closer to read the chat, voice softer without realizing it. “You’re right on time tonight.”

Another message appeared from him almost immediately.

And for a second—just a second—the live didn’t feel like work anymore.

It felt like waiting for someone

him00:

Its been a while I can’t lie.

You smiled softly at the screen, shifting closer to the camera. Only your lips were visible, gloss catching the dim light as you exaggerated a small pout just for him.

“Yeah,” you teased, tilting your head slightly. “You missed a few lives.”

The chat immediately reacted—hearts flooding the screen—but your eyes stayed fixed on his username, waiting.

him00:

sorry mama I been busy

Anything new?

You hummed thoughtfully, adjusting the robe around your shoulders before turning slightly toward your laptop camera.

“Not really… well—I did get some new tats.”

Carefully, you angled the camera down, showing the fresh ink along your hand first—delicate lines still slightly raised—before shifting to reveal the piece resting along your chest. Tattoos you’d dreamed about for months, finally yours.

“I’ve also been busy,” you added with a small laugh, leaning back into frame. “That’s why I haven’t posted new pictures in a while. Sorry, guys.”

The comments sped up instantly.

otherviewer:

what’s been stressing you baby

You sighed dramatically

“Just school,” you admitted. “I’ve been so caught up I haven’t even had time to enjoy life lately.” Your fingers absentmindedly played with the sleeve of your robe. “But apparently I’m getting dragged to a party tonight, so I guess I’ll have to compromise.” You laughed lightly. “Balance or whatever.”

A pause.

Then another notification popped up.

him00 tipped $75.

Your eyebrows lifted slightly.

His message followed right after.

him00:

have fun tonight love

Heat crept up your neck instantly. You rolled your lips between your teeth, smiling at the screen before you could stop yourself. It felt a little parasocial—letting one username affect you this much—but honestly, you didn’t care. Out of everyone watching, his words always landed differently.

“Thank you,” you murmured softly, almost like the comment was meant only for you.

The live continued for a few more minutes. You leaned into the camera occasionally, teasing just enough to keep the comments flying, laughing at jokes, reading usernames aloud. The familiar rhythm of performing slipped over you easily—playful smiles, soft giggles, knowing glances.

Work mode.

Eventually, you stretched your arms above your head and grinned at the camera.

“Alright, I’m logging off for tonight,” you said, blowing a kiss toward the screen. “Byeeee.”

The stream ended with a tap.

Silence filled your room instantly—the kind that always felt strange after hours of noise and attention.

Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

Group chat notifications stacked one after another.

Girlsss 💋

GET READY.

We leaving soon.

Don’t flake this time.

You laughed under your breath. While you’d been live, your friends had apparently decided tonight was non-negotiable.

Getting ready didn’t take long—shower already done, hair still soft and smelling sweet, makeup quick but intentional. Something cute but effortless. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a second longer than necessary, adjusting your outfit like you were convincing yourself you actually wanted to go.

Because truthfully?

Frat parties were the last place you expected to be tonight.

Especially that one.

The infamous frat house you’d practically lived in freshman year—too many memories, too many blurry nights, and a version of yourself you barely recognized anymore. You swore you were done with it.

But the football team had just won their championship game, and according to your friends, the party was supposed to be insane.

“Gonna be lit,” they’d promised.

You grabbed your bag, locking your door behind you, unaware that tonight was about to blur the line between your online world… and your real one.

“Y/N, girl, you look fucking sexy,” India laughed, grabbing your hands and spinning you around right there on the sidewalk as you approached the party entrance. Your heels clicked confidently against the pavement, the sound sharp beneath the bass vibrating from inside the house.

You laughed, steadying yourself and pulling your shirt up as your boobs were spilling out . Heads turned—some curious, some impressed. Maybe you and India were a little overdressed for a frat party, but honestly? That had never stopped either of you before.

If you were going out, you were going out.

The line outside stretched halfway down the block, students packed shoulder to shoulder, but neither of you even slowed down. India shot you a knowing look before confidently walking straight toward the front.

“Watch this,” she whispered.

Within seconds she was flashing her brightest smile at the guy guarding the entrance, leaning in just enough to be heard over the music. A quick laugh, a light touch on his arm—her usual magic.

The rope lifted almost immediately.

You barely held in your laugh as you both slipped inside.

“I still got it,” India said proudly once you cleared the door.

You smacked her hand in a quick high five. “You never lost it.”

Warm air and music swallowed you instantly bass thumping through the floor, colored lights flashing across crowded rooms, people dancing anywhere there was space. The familiar chaos hit you all at once, nostalgic and overwhelming in equal measure.

For a second, it felt like freshman year again.

“Come on,” you said, scanning the crowd. “Let’s find the others before we lose each other.”

Unaware that somewhere in the packed house, someone had already noticed you walk in.

Music pounded through the walls, bodies moving everywhere—laughter, shouting, cups clinking together. Heat clung to your skin almost instantly as you and India pushed through the crowd, searching for familiar faces.

Across the room, though, someone had already stopped moving.

Cameron Cade leaned back against the kitchen counter, red cup hanging loosely in his hand as teammates talked over each other around him. The championship win had turned the house into chaos—people constantly coming up to dap him up, congratulate him, ask for pictures.

Usually, he thrived in it.

Tonight, his attention drifted.

Because the moment you walked through the door, something felt… familiar.

He didn’t notice your face first.

It was your tattoos.

The delicate ink along your hand caught the flashing lights as you pushed your hair back, lines he’d seen before—recently. His brows pulled together slightly, eyes narrowing in thought.

Then you turned.

And the piece along your chest came into view for half a second before disappearing again beneath movement and shadows.

Cam straightened unconsciously.

He knew those tattoos.

Not kind of knew them.

Knew them.

A strange recognition settled in his chest, the same feeling as hearing a song you couldn’t place but somehow already memorized.

His thumb hovered over his phone before he even realized he’d picked it up.

The screen lit up.

Twitter already open.

Your page.

The newest tattoo post from earlier that week stared back at him—the exact angle, the same ink, the same placement.

Cam exhaled slowly, almost laughing under his breath.

“No way,” he muttered.

Across the room, you laughed at something India said, completely unaware of the way his attention locked onto you now—sharper, more focused.

Because suddenly, him00 wasn’t just watching through a screen anymore.

He was standing twenty feet away.

And you had no idea.

-

Music vibrated through your chest as you and India finally found your friends near the living room, squeezed between dancers and people shouting over the bass. Someone handed you a drink, another pulled you into a quick hug, and for a while you let yourself relax into the chaos.

Everyone started talking at once the second you joined the circle — hugs pulling you in from every direction, overlapping voices complaining about how you’d disappeared lately. It felt warm, familiar, easy. For the first time in weeks, you weren’t thinking about school, money, or notifications.

Just your friends.

“I swear, we never see you anymore,” someone laughed.

“I know, I know,” you said, shaking your head. “Life’s been kicking my ass.”

“Okay but enough talking,” Trinity interrupted dramatically, grabbing your wrist. “Let’s go dance, girl. I haven’t shook ass in a while.”

You burst out laughing as she dragged you toward the packed center of what used to be the living room — now just a sea of moving bodies and flashing lights.

Right on cue, “Don’t Tell ’Em” by Jeremih started playing through the speakers.

“this is my fucking song,” you yelled over the music.

The bass dropped, and instinct took over. You let yourself loosen up, hips moving naturally with the rhythm, hair brushing your shoulders as you laughed with Trinity beside you. The crowd disappeared for a moment—no stress, no expectations, just music vibrating through your body.

Freedom.

For a moment, you forgot about everything else.

Then you felt it.

Not scary. Not heavy.

Just… awareness.

Like someone’s attention lingered a little longer than everyone else’s.

Your movements slowed slightly as you glanced over your shoulder, casually scanning the room without trying to make it obvious. Groups of people danced, others shouted over the music, someone squeezed past you carrying drinks.

Nothing stood out.

You turned back toward Trinity, brushing it off with a small laugh. Probably just part of being in a crowded party again—eyes everywhere, energy high.

Still, a tiny part of you stayed aware, like your instincts hadn’t fully settled.

“Imma go grab us a drink, okay?” you called over your shoulder, giving Trinity a small grin as she grinded on some guy she’d met three seconds ago. You didn’t mind—she always did her thing, and tonight wasn’t about policing anyone.

The kitchen was quieter than the main party, just like you remembered from freshman year. Music thumped faintly through the walls, muffled but steady, and the warm scent of spilled drinks and sweaty bodies lingered in the air. Compared to the chaos outside, it felt almost peaceful—a little pocket of calm.

You scanned the bottles lined up on the counter, none of them calling to you. After a moment, you finally settled on tequila, pouring just enough to warm the nerves you didn’t even realize you still had.

Leaning against the counter, you let yourself take a breath, listening to the muffled laughter and bass from the living room. It was comforting, familiar, almost nostalgic. For a moment, the weight of the week eased off your shoulders.

Then you felt it.

A subtle awareness at the edge of your attention, like a shadow brushing across your periphery.

You turned slightly, scanning the kitchen doorway. Most of the crowd was still in the living room, pressed together and lost in the music. But in the corner, half-hidden in the shadows, someone leaned back casually, red cup in hand.

Your stomach fluttered before your brain even processed why.

He didn’t move when your gaze met his. No smile, no wave, no word. Just eyes—lingering, deliberate, unshakable.

Suddenly, the kitchen felt smaller, quieter, and way too intimate.

You told yourself it was nothing. Just a random guy at the party.

But the way he studied you… the way his eyes lingered… it didn’t feel random at all.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

The man looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place a face to a name.

“My name’s Cameron, Cameron Cade.”

Then it clicked. He was the reason the party even existed. The star QB everyone talked about left and right. This was the first time you’d actually seen him in person, but you’d definitely seen his face in pictures on your school’s page.

“Ah, Mister QB,” you said with a teasing smile, letting the words linger just long enough to gauge his reaction.

Cameron chuckled, a low, easy sound that seemed to vibrate in the quieter space of the kitchen. He nodded, leaning a little closer over the counter. “Guilty as charged,” he said, eyes flicking briefly to the tattoos on your hand before returning to yours.

“I like your tats,” he added, his voice casual but deliberate. “They suit you.” 

“Thank you… just got them recently, and I’ve been wanting them for a while,” you said, trailing off as you realized you were babbling. You felt your whole body get warm, but Cameron didn’t seem to mind—if anything, he looked like he was enjoying listening.

“So… you gonna tell me your name, or am I gonna have to play a guessing game?” he teased, leaning just a little closer, eyes sparkling.

You laughed, realizing it had completely slipped your mind that you hadn’t even told him your name yet. 

“It’s Y/N.”

The moment you said it, something clicked for him. Cameron’s smirk softened into a knowing smile, and for a second, his mind raced. How the hell am I gonna bring this up?

He studied you for a moment, that playful spark in his eyes mixing with something sharper—curiosity, intrigue, and maybe a little mischief. “Y/N,” he repeated, testing the sound of it, like it belonged somewhere familiar.

“Mhmp-"

Your phone buzzed in your hand—your friends wondering where you’d disappeared to.

“My friends are blowing me up, but it was really nice meeting you—” you said, glancing down at your phone and back up at him. 

Cameron continued to say something but his stayed quiet seeing you quickly walk out the kitchen. 

Holy fuck

The nigga was stunned. he didn’t wanna be a weirdo but you were the woman he’d been texting n sending money to for a fucking year straight.

-

The party forcibly ended a few hours after.

One second the bass was shaking the walls, people shouting over music, drinks sloshing everywhere.

The next—

“Campus police! Everyone out—now!”

Lights snapped on, way too bright. Music cut instantly. Groans and laughter mixed together as people scrambled for their stuff.

You blinked, wincing. “Well… that’s our cue.”

India groaned beside you. “They always shut it down right when it gets good.”

“It was getting messy,” you laughed, grabbing your bag.

“Exactly,” she shot back.

You both got pulled into the crowd, bodies pushing toward the front door. The second you stepped outside, cold air hit your skin, making you inhale sharply.

People flooded the lawn and sidewalk, still loud, still buzzing.

“Text me when you get home,” India said, hugging you.

“I will.”

“Don’t disappear again.”

You smiled. “No promises.”

They drifted off with the others, and just like that—you were alone.

Well… not really.

The street was still packed, but it felt quieter somehow.

You pulled your keys from your bag and started toward your car parked down the street. Your heels clicked against the pavement, steady and sharp.

That feeling crept in again . Subtle . Like someone was watching you.

You ignored it, unlocking your car. The headlights flashed.

“You leaving already?”

Your hand paused on the door.

Cameron.

Of course it was him.

He stood a few feet behind you, hoodie on now, hands in his pockets like he’d been there longer than he should’ve been. You leaned lightly against your car. “Yeah. Party got cut short.”

“You have fun?” he asked, stepping a little closer. “A little.”

His eyes moved over you briefly, then dropped to your hand.

Your tattoos.

Again.

“You drove here?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

A small pause.

“You were drinking tho”

You let out a short laugh. “Okay Cameron I had one drink.”

He raised a brow.

“…Okay, maybe two,” you admitted.

“Exactly,” he said. “You’re not driving.”

You blinked at him. “I’m fine.”

“Mhm.”

The way he said it made you almost smile.

“I’ve done worse,” you added.

“That doesn’t make it better.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. He stepped a little closer, voice lowering slightly. “Give me your keys.”

You laughed softly. “You don’t even know where I live.”

“I’ll find out.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach flip.

“You do this often?” you teased. “Offer to drive random girls home?”

“Only the pretty ones that I gotta keep safe.”

You hesitated.

You should say no.

But something about him felt… familiar. Safe, in a strange way you couldn’t explain.

You sighed and held out your keys.

“Fine. But if you crash—”

“I won’t,” he said, taking them. His fingers brushed yours for just a second longer than necessary.

Not accidental.

“Go be a passenger princess,” he added, nodding to the other side.

You rolled your eyes, but you smiled as you walked around and got in.

The car felt different the moment the doors closed . Quieter. Closer.

Cameron adjusted the seat and started the engine. “Address?” he asked . You told him . He typed it in and pulled away from the curb. For a minute, neither of you spoke, Streetlights passed over his face in soft intervals, Your fingers played with your sleeve.

“What year are you?” you asked.

“Im a Junior.”

“Figures.”

He glanced at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You gave a small shrug. “I mean… big frat party after a win? Feels a little childish.”

He laughed quietly. “Since you so grown, what year are you?”

“Senior.”

Cameron hummed placing his attention back to the rode

Silence settled again.

Then—

“You said you just got those a few days ago?”

Your eyes flicked to him.

“…Yeah. Why do you keep asking?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“They just look familiar,” he said.

You exhaled softly. “That’s what you said before.”

“I know.”

“So where would you have seen them, we just met boo”. You could tell it was the alcohol speaking a bit.

Another pause.

The car turned onto your street.

Quieter now. Dim.

Then—

“Do you have Twitter?”

Your stomach dropped.

“Yeah everyone got twitter,” you said carefully. “Why?”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Your fingers stilled.

You looked up at him, trying to read his expression—but he wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes stayed on you, calm, patient, like he already knew the answer and was just waiting to see if you’d say it.

“…Yeah,” you admitted after a second. “I have Twitter.”

He tilted his head slightly. “What’s your @?”

The question felt heavier than it should’ve. Your stomach flipped, heat creeping up your neck.

“Why you wanna know?” you asked, half-teasing, half-guarded.

"Because I'm curious",

You huffed a quiet laugh, glancing down at your phone still buzzing lightly in your hand before locking the screen.

“Maybe I don’t give my socials to strangers,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Strangers?” he repeated softly, stepping just a little closer. Not enough to crowd you—just enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne again. Warm. Clean. Dangerous.

“We talked for, what, five minutes?” he added. “I thought we were past that.”

Your heart betrayed you, beating faster.

“You’re confident,” you muttered.

“I’m interested,” he corrected.

The words landed somewhere deep in your chest, unexpected and heavy.

For a second, neither of you spoke. The noise of the outside world faded into the background—all of it distant compared to the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing in focus.

You sighed softly, shifting your weight. “I should go inside now.”

He nodded once. “Then I should make this quick.”

Cameron pulled his phone out his pocket, thumbs moving quick across the screen. You barely thought anything of it, still trying to calm the weird flutter sitting in your chest.

Your phone buzzed.

You glanced down automatically—and froze.

him00 hi yn

Your stomach dropped.

Slowly, you lifted your head.

Cameron was already looking at you, watching your reaction carefully, like he knew the exact second it would click.

Your mouth fell open slightly. “Nah…” you breathed, shaking your head once. “No way.”

He gave a small shrug, lips pressing into a half-smile.

“It’s you?” you said, voice low but sharp with disbelief. “How… how the hell?”

Everything started connecting at once—the way he noticed your tattoos immediately, how comfortable he’d seemed talking to you, the familiarity you couldn’t explain.

You let out a short laugh, running a hand over your forehead. “Oh my God… you’re him00?”

“Yeah...,” he said simply. His voice was calm, almost careful now.

You stared at him like you were seeing him for the first time all over again. “are you deadass?”

“Dead serious.”

Your heart started racing for a whole different reason. Your online life— the one place you controlled everything—was suddenly sitting right in front of you. In your car. In front of your apartment.

“And you ain’t think to say something?” you asked, folding your arms slightly, half embarrassed, half overwhelmed.

Cameron shook his head. “Didn’t wanna weird you out, I had just realized it was you I ain't wanna make shit awkward.” He paused, eyes softening. “Plus… I liked just talking to you. No extra shit attached.”

You looked down at your phone again, then back at him. “So you knew it was me soon as you saw me?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Not right away. I just thought you was fine.” His grin widened a little. “Then I saw the tattoos and heard your voice… and yeah. Put it together real quick.”

You covered your face for a second, laughing out of pure disbelief. “This is crazy.”

“Little bit,” he agreed, stepping closer but giving you space. “But I ain’t saying nothing to nobody. That’s your business.”

The reassurance hit you harder than you expected. You looked back up at him, studying his face—the same patience you’d felt through a screen now right in front of you.

“So all them conversations…” you said slowly.

“Was me,” he finished.

A quiet beat passed between you, heavier now—not awkward, just different. Familiar in a way that didn’t make sense yet.

“And here I thought I was meeting some random dude in a kitchen,” you murmured.

"Random dude is a little harsh".

You got a little quiet, starting to fully process what was going on.

“You’ve seen me naked.”

Your head dropped immediately, heat rushing to your face—part embarrassment, part tequila, part the overwhelming realization hitting you all at once.

The alcohol buzz that once felt warm now made everything sharper, louder.

Cameron rubbed the back of his neck, trying—and failing—to hide the smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Yeah… well,” he said, voice low, teasing slipping through, “you voluntarily showed me everything.”

You snapped your head up. “Not funny. And I was showing him00, not Cameron Cade who everyone knows on campus.”

That earned a quiet laugh from him, but he quickly softened when he saw you weren’t fully joking.

“Aight, aight,” he said, holding his hands up slightly. “That’s fair.”

You shook your head, pacing a small step away before turning back to him. “This is actually crazy. Like… do you know how insane this sounds out loud?”

“Little bit,” he admitted. “But you ain’t gotta look at me like I tricked you or somethin’. I didn’t even know you went here at first, and im not gonna tell nobody".

That was reassuring for the most part, but your mind still couldn’t fully come to terms with the fact that this was the nigga you’d been sexting for months.

“You meant everything you been texting me these past few months?”

You looked at Cameron, really looked this time—and damn near laughed when you noticed the faint color creeping up his cheeks.

Lightskin ass nigga was blushing.

He huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his jaw like he suddenly found the floor real interesting. “Of course I did, its different yeah but Online, you was just… mine in that space, you feel me? No crowd, no noise. Just us talking crazy at two in the morning". He paused. “Now you right here and I'm in yo car driving you home.”

Your stomach flipped at that.

“You wanna come inside?” you asked, your voice low, almost unsure, like even saying it out loud made it real.

“Yeah,” he replied simply, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

You guided Cameron where to park, and he held your bag for you, which you silently appreciated. The ride up in the elevator was quiet, just the two of you stealing glances, the tension thick but unspoken.

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to break the silence. “Boy… you got me all twisted up right now.”

“I ain’t even touched you yet,” he said, leaning just a little closer, that smirk still in place.

You rolled your eyes, giving him a soft punch to his hard shoulder. “you're annoying,” you muttered, smirking despite yourself.

He laughed low, a rumble that made your stomach flip, but didn’t pull away. “What? Can’t handle the truth?”

You shook your head, chuckling, and grabbed your keys, unlocking your apartment door. “Just… let me get us inside before you get any ideas,” you teased.

Cameron followed behind, still holding your bag, his presence close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the street outside.

Once inside, you set your bag down and leaned against the counter, stealing a glance at him. “Welcome to my place… nun you ain’t seen before.”

Cameron looked around, taking it all in — the little touches that made it yours, the posters, the cozy throw on the couch, and the whole living room he’d already memorized online. Somehow, seeing it all in person made it feel… real.

You kicked off your heels and reached for his hand, giving it a little tug. “Come on,” you said, leading him toward the couch.

He followed willingly, settling beside you, his hand still loosely holding yours. The space between you felt smaller now, warmer, charged in a way that made your stomach twist.

“You know, I love talking to you. It’s been lonely, and you’ve kept me company all these nights,” you admitted, voice soft, a little shaky with nerves and alcohol.

For a while, neither of you rushed anything. The conversation drifted easily, just like it always had through late-night messages—talking about school stress, family expectations, and the quiet pressures neither of you admitted to anyone else. You laughed about dumb things you’d both survived that semester, shared stories you’d never typed out behind a screen, and somewhere between jokes and confessions, the nervous energy faded. Sitting there together felt familiar, like you’d known each other far longer than a few months of anonymous conversations.

Cameron placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently as you spoke. It felt natural, nothing forced. Your chest tightened at the contact, but it didn’t feel wrong.

“I’ve been crazy ‘bout you, YN,” he said, voice low, warm, almost rough. “Crazy how you was so close this whole time, and I didn’t even know it.”

You swallowed, heat rising in your chest. “And now you know,” you whispered, glancing up at him.

“Now I know,” he echoed, his thumb brushing in slow circles, “and I ain’t letting it go.”

Cameron motioned for you to sit on his lap, and you wasted no time. His hands traveled from your thigh up to your chest, giving a firm, deliberate squeeze.

“You know how long I’ve been wanting to touch you,” he murmured, low and rough. You let out a soft hum, grinding against him, feeling the heat build.

“Camm…” you whined softly, voice thick, and his lips found your neck, planting sloppy, eager kisses and sucking gently on your sweet spot.

“Show me what you want, mama,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and deliberate, letting the tension between you hang heavy.

You reached for him instinctively, wanting to close the space between you, but Cameron gently held your hands behind your back in place, his eyes dark with teasing amusement. You let out a frustrated whine, leaning closer, your forehead brushing against his shoulder.

“You gotta be patient, mama,” he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over your hands. “I got you. Ain’t no rush. We got forever.”

"Get on your knees". You did exactly as he said.

Taking ahold of his waistband you freed him, his dick springs out, thick & way bigger than you would've ever expected. It’s bigger than your face, heavy in your small hands, veins prominent. His tip already glistening with precum.

"Fuck" You whimper not caring how desperate you looked at this point. You couldn't help yourself, smacking his swollen tip against your tongue. He breathes out when your tongue twirls around his tip, making his abs flex, taking in the salty taste of his pre cum

"Fuck mama stop teasing me", He groaned watching you with hooded eyes as you licked up and down his hardened cock, so fucking slow, tongue tracing every vein before bobbing your head down messily, spit and pre-cum covering your chin.

Camerons head shot back. "You tryna kill me". You moaned sending Cam into a spiral. In just a few minutes he was ready to come all in your throat.

But he didn't.

"Okay baby, chill for a sec. Let a nigga catch his breath." Cameron sank onto the couch, leaving you frowning. "Comerre." You hopped onto his lap, Camerons lips crashed into yours sending you into fucking oblivion, you were on a high from giving him head that you didn't even realize he was halfway done taking ripping your corset top off.

"I love these titties, you had me paying to see them". Camerons mouth latched onto you, sucking you roughly. leaving little hickies all over so your viewers could see.

You were so distracted from his lips all over you, you hadn't realized Camerons hand was pulling your panties to the side. His thumb circled your already sensitive clit. He inserts two fingers, thick and long, pumping them in deep and dragging them back out just to push them right back in again. every stroke is precise

“look at you,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice low and smug, “creaming all over my fingers."

Your thighs start to shake, the pressure building fast in your stomach. every time his thumb rolls over your clit just right, your whole body jolts, and his fingers never stop moving. giving you no time for breaks.

"Im gonna com- Oh my fucking go-". You moaned loud, a little embarrassed knowing for a fact your neighbors could hear you but thats something you'd have to deal with tomorrow.

"That wet ass pussy". He groans. "This pussy's mine now".

"It's all yours daddy". You rode out your high on his fingers.

Cameron he finally pulls out when he could tell you were getting tired and he lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while staring right at you, like he wants you to see just how nasty he is.

"Where's your room?".

"Down . the . hall . to . the . right". You said in between breathes which made Cameron chuckle. "Let me get you some water go wait for me n take this off". He tugged at your mini skirt that was still on. You lazily got up off of him which you didn't wanna do. Cam landed a slap right on your ass as you walked away. "I hate you".

"Yeah ight". Cameron chuckled mockingly saying "it's all yours daddy".

In your room, you slipped off your skirt, your eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror. The soft sound of the door opening made you glance up just as Cam walked in, a bottle of water in his hand. His gaze dragged over you, slow and unapologetic.

“You look fucking good,” he said, voice low. "Drink up mama". You grabbed the water bottle and downed it.

"Remember those pictures you was sending me infront of this mirror" He groaned thinking of them. "Now imma fuck you infront of this mirror".

"The pictures that I was doing this?" You bent down with a fcking smirk on your face.

“You’re a fucking slut,” Cameron muttered, his hand coming down against your ass as you swayed your hips, teasing him on purpose.

He grabbed his tip slid it in between your wet folds. making you even more needy. "put it inn". Lewd moans escaping your mouth. "You so fucking needy". He aligned his tip to your entrance slowly filling you up.

"dicksofuckinggooodd...yousofuckingbigdaddy". Cameron chuckled at your drunk like babbling. "Dick got you talking funny baby". You moaned as he drew back out then back in at the perfect pace.

Cameron wrapped around your frame as he fucked you silly. Your ass slapped against his pelvis as you both let out loud moans not being scared of potential listeners. His hand reached to rub at your puffy clit.“you gon cum for me? show daddy how good you can be.” he breathed. your toes curled and your body shook against his. “that's it, mama... let that shit out.”. In sync you and Cameron came, both letting out lewd moans.

Your legs began to give out as Cameron pumped all into you.

Cameron slipped an arm under your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly before laying you gently onto the bed.

The room grew quiet afterward, the tension melting into something warm and calm. Cameron pulled you close, one arm wrapped securely around you while his fingers traced slow, soothing patterns along your skin. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, brushing your hair back as he handed you the bottle of water he’d brought earlier.

“You good?” he murmured, his voice gentle now—completely different from before.

“Mmhm,” you hummed sleepily, barely managing the sound as you curled closer to him.

Cameron chuckled under his breath, amused by how heavy your body felt against his. “Yeah, I figured,” he said softly. “C’mon… let’s get you in the shower before you pass out.”

You barely protested when he lifted you again, your arms instinctively looping around his shoulders. The bathroom light flickered on, warm steam soon filling the space as he adjusted the water temperature carefully, testing it with his hand before guiding you under the spray.

He stayed close, steady and patient, helping you rinse off while keeping things calm and unhurried, like he was grounding you back into the moment. His hands moved gently, more caring than teasing now, making sure you were comfortable more than anything else. "Cam I'm gonna kill you". You pointed to your breast that were full of purple bruises. "m'sorry mama".

He wrapped you in a towel afterward, you felt lighter, sleep pulling at you harder with every step as he guided you back to the bed. Cameron helped you settle under the blankets before climbing in beside you, pulling you against his chest. His hand rested at your back, slow circles lulling you further toward sleep.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ - hope y'all liked also this is sooooo long omfg& again this is my first time writing smut so SPARE MEEEEE GUYS PLZ . ALSO didn't proof read lmk if there' any mistakes

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el amor constante

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - dominican!connie x dominican!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ - you embraced the chaos, knowing it meant your family was whole and full of life. with connie, every imperfect moment was a piece of the home you loved.

“Toma mi nino, Mamis a meanie”. Connie teased, handing your son back the painting supplies his grandma had bought him a few weeks ago. “Dios mio, Connie”, You sighed, shaking your head. “You better be the same one cleaning up his mess...Yo no sé pa’ que la mama tuya le compra esta porquería”. You went back to slicing the fresh mangos connie had picked up from the farmers market. “Mami’s just tryna keep lil’ man entertained—but don’t worry, baby, I’ll clean it up.” Connie chuckled while placing his hands under your bump giving you some form of relief. “Mmm I love when you do that”. you murmured, leaning into him as he pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“Mami Papi mira!”. Junior, your 2 year old son waddled over to the kitchen, He had paint all over his arms as he held a painting. “I draw Mami, Papi, Junior… and sissy,” he announced proudly, holding it up for you both to see. 

His portrait was the cutest messiest stick figure drawing that made you and Connie's heart melt. You felt Connie’s chest rumble with a chuckle against your back as he leaned down to admire it. “Papi, this belongs in a museum,” he said, taking the paper carefully from Junior’s paint-smeared fingers. “We gotta show mama”. Junior quickly nodded his head and Connie pulled out his phone. “Show her the mess too baby”. Connie sucked his teeth as he took the picture of Junior smiling from ear to ear while holding up his masterpiece.

“Ok, Papa, it’s bath time,” you said with a smile, scooping your messy little boy up and settling him on your hip. His chubby legs wrapped around you, and you couldn’t help but notice the streaks of blue and green running all the way up his arms. “You got paint all in your hair, too”. Junior curiously patted his hair putting more paint on his curls. You shook your head with a laugh. “Papi’s got this—Mami tiene que descansar,” Connie said, stepping in to rescue you. He picked up Junior from your hip with ease, planting a quick, warm kiss on your forehead. “Come on, papi, let’s get you cleaned up.” Before you could even say anything, Connie was already jogging down the hall with Junior bouncing in his arms, both of them laughing like it was the best game in the world. You could hear your son’s squeals mixing with Connie’s goofy voices, followed by the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. You dropped into a chair at the kitchen table, the sweet smell of mango still hanging in the air, and rested your hands on your bump. The muffled sounds of the two of them playing made you smile without even realizing it. Moments like these were all you needed. 

A little while later, Connie came back down the hall with a freshly scrubbed Junior, his curls damp and smelling like baby shampoo. He was in his favorite dinosaur pajamas, clutching his blanket, already fighting to keep his eyes open. “Looks like someone's tired” Connie murmured, scooping him up a little tighter. The bedtime routine was quick—storybook, kisses, and tucking the blanket under his chin. You watched from the doorway, heart warm at the sight of your boys.

Once Junior was asleep, Connie quietly closed the bedroom door and turned to you with that tired but soft smile he always had at the end of the day. “Alright, mami… now it’s just us.” You followed him back to the couch, sinking into the cushions as he pulled you close, one hand instinctively resting over your bump. The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the faint rain tapping against the window. “Thank you baby,” you whispered. “For what?” he asked. “For… this. Being the best husband and father”. Connie kissed your temple and let out a low chuckle. “Always, baby. That’s never gonna change”. You melted into him, his warmth wrapped around you while everything else faded into the background—just you, him, and the little life you’d made together, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ - hope yall likeeeeeee, wanted to do something for my afro latinas "MI GENTE LATINO" but I privated my old works gonna try to change up my style but leave some feedback thx