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[madscientist-marie]

erm..I think I just got blocked by one of my fav writers bc I was liking too many of their posts🙁

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Bro this is one of my biggest fears 😭😭 if u see this and I like a whole bunch of ur posts I promise it’s all love 🫶🏾😭😭 yall be writin that shiiiiittttt I can’t resist 😣🤚🏾

[jussanother]

[merakidoll]

“let go baby i thought you could handle it?” slapping your cheek choso bit his lips watching the ripple of your brown skin. your body shook, pussy leaking with gooey cream that stuck to your thighs. you clenched trying to hold everything the emo man had just givin you, but it was too much. you felt him tug your body back into position, your back arching naturally and your pussy pushing out more cum on que. your shaky hands gripped the hotel sheets, eyes closing as you felt him stretching your puffy pussy. choso was a grower.

a proud one at that.

he lived for how confident women were right before his cock began to grow. he could never hide the smirk, it was even better when they put him in their mouths and his cock slowly began to make them gag. you were no different, confidence in your walk, and so much so, you said you could ride him.

he got so turned on watching your pretty eyes get big and bigger- with his cock. “c-cho hold on babyyy” your voice quivered. now three rounds later, and five times cumming your pussy was sore. sore, open and wet.

“no matter how much i fuck this pretty pussy, it’s always gonna. be. tight.” choso knocked wind from your lungs. his dick shot out cream, white slimy cream that stuck to your pink walls. even then, his dick didn’t go down - it never would it seemed.

you ass clapped against him, his hands holding your love handles, then one leaving to slap your ass hard, making your skin slightly red. you tighted around him, your face going deep into the covers a scream coming for the depths of your throat. your stomach bubbled, hole clenching to try and not make too much of a mess- but it was choso and you were too full. it was not working.

as your hands gripped the covers harsher, nails digging into the seems creating a small tear, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and squirt came out of you like a dripping faucet. it felt like it would never end, a puddle now in the white sheets and a happy choso who still fucked your sloppy pussy until his dick finally went down.

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[kill3ill]

free use with him — 18+

"we should try something fun."

your husband lifts his gaze slowly from the newspaper he was reading.

"fun?" he indulges you, tilting his head slightly to search your face. you suggested something without a description intentionally to make him ask for an elaboration, meaning what you're about to tell him will either be very intriguing, or the complete opposite. he searches your features in an attempt to determine which it'll be. "what kind of fun?"

you pause to make him squirm in anticipation. "i was thinking," you murmur, tracing your finger along the couch's lines with your fingertip, a sign of nervousness. "we could try… being available to each other. like whenever one of us wants-" your face goes warm, "sex."

the newspaper lowers down to his lap so your husband can stare at you intently, but he doesn't move otherwise. he's seated with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his legs apart in a lazy manspread, looking way too composed for what you just suggested. your body is so tense right now that you feel the urge to take a cold shower before the conversation continues. why isn't he saying anything?

"available," he echoes your choice of words. "as in free use."

you nod, trying not to squirm in your seat. "mhm."

he hums, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drag over your body as if he's already imagining all the different ways he can catch you off guard and ruin you. just as you suggested.

"sweetheart," he murmurs quietly, folding the paper and setting it aside, "do you even know what you're agreeing to?"

you shrug, a guileless glint in your wide eyes. you couldn't seriously be asking him this. you, who cries within the first ten minutes of him fucking you and tries to crawl away from him when he's pounding into you, wants to be free use for him, constantly? "i trust you. there... shouldn't be any issues."

he leans back in his chair and lets a silence pass once more. he seems to be considering it. the longer he goes without talking the more you squirm. he lays a cheek in his palm, and continues. "and why do you want to be free use for me?"

your eyes widen and your lips press together. you're nervous but trying not to show it. "it's not just me, you know. both of us are available for each other. i just wanted to suggest it because it's been on my mind a while."

"mm. no other reason?"

you hesitate a second too long, and he notices immediately. his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "well," you fidget, toying with a thread on your shirt to break eye contact just long enough so you don't explode. "i just thought it might be exciting."

"exciting... how?"

you puff out a soft breath and try to play it off. "i dunno… like, getting dragged into a public washroom while we're out grocery shopping. or, like… in the car. pulling it over so we can go to the backseat. or while i'm doing laundry."

"so you mean you want me to be so desperate i can't wait and have to have you. right then, right there."

you fidget again, but nod. "mhm."

he laughs once under his breath. "that's cute. so if you're half asleep," he says, "and i want to wake you up with my cock inside you, you won't mind? or if we're on a hike and you're in one of those pairs of leggings i really like, i can put you up against a tree?"

you nod, but look away bashfully. "i said whenever."

he hums and looks away for a moment in an attempt to stay calm while he processes. then he looks back at you, tutting with a pitying look on his face. like you're a lamb up for the slaughter.

"you don't know what you just agreed to," he says affectionately, like he's sorry for you.

you frown, feeling like he's underestimating you. "yes, i do."

he smiles. "you really don't."

-

the first time he tries out your new agreement is when you're brushing your teeth with him the next morning. you're standing at the sink in just one of his old t-shirts, groggy, hair messy, toothbrush hanging from the corner of your mouth as you blink blearily at your own reflection. he's behind you, pretending to brush his teeth too, but he's just looking at you.

your thighs are bare. the shirt rides up when you lean forward to spit into the sink, and he can see the crease where the back of your thighs meet your plush ass. he's entranced by the quiet way you operate when you're still half asleep and unaware of how good you look.

he swishes some water in his mouth and spits, setting his toothbrush back in the holder while watching you. you didn't notice he was ogling until you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror reflection to see him reaching around to pull you flush against his chest, lifting his hands under your shirt from behind to cup your tits. you don't wear a bra around the house, much to his convenience.

"just trying something fun," he murmurs into the curve of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. you tip your head a little, a pleasant feeling washing over your body as his thumbs roll over your perked nipples. he then wraps his hand around your throat to tip your head back. "aren't you so pretty?" he coos, one hand toying with your breast while the other gives your throat a light squeeze. it does nothing for your sanity. your brain might as well be slipping out of your ears.

you try to respond, but all that slips out is a helpless little whimper, the toothbrush still dangling from your lips.

"you're already shaking," he says softly, letting go of your throat only to glide his hand down the front of your shirt, past your navel, and into the waistband of your thin cotton panties. "and it's not even been a minute since i started. why're you acting like some helpless little virgin?"

you slip the toothbrush out of your mouth and drop it in the holder, using both hands to hold his wrist to keep yourself steady. "you're being mean," you breathe, embarrassed by how quickly he's unraveled you.

he hums, slipping his fingers inside your tight pussy to find you warm and wet. your hips jolt, but you don't move away. "i'm doing what you asked of me," he corrects you, his tone patient. "you said 'whenever,' remember?" he begins to lift up your shirt and tosses it onto the counter beside you, and your panties come off right after. then he pushes you forward so you're bent over onto the smooth marble in front of you.

he leans over your back, palm pressing down gently between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. "you know what your problem is," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear, "you get way too ahead of yourself. then you ask for things you're not ready for."

"baby please," you whine, grinding your hips back, only for him to pull away. he's teasing you. you look back at him with frustration, wanting friction against your sopping core, but he's not allowing it.

you feel him hook a hand under your knee to prop your leg up on the edge of the sink for a better angle, and he tuts at how messy your little pussy is so soon. he spreads you as much as you can go, then nudges his clothed bulge against your core, listening to your breath hitch and breathy pants to leave your mouth. "hmmh... that spot... do that again,"

he hushes you patronizingly, tugging his pj pants just low enough for his cock to be free. you're completely bare in contrast. with a hand pinning you down and the blunt press of his cock between your thighs, he slowly, maddeningly starts to slip it inside with a purposeful roll of his hips, and the stretch immediately hits you. you feel so full with just the first few inches of his fat cock in you.

your mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes rolling back. your grip on the counter tightens while he rocks into you steadily, holding you firmly while his gaze flits from your hole sucking him in and the lewd look on your face in the mirror.

"you wanted this. look at yourself. look how pretty you are when you're being used."

you try. you really do. your eyes flutter open just long enough to catch sight of your own flushed, wrecked reflection, your hair a mess, mouth parted, as he slowly fills you up to the brink, tip kissing your womb. his hand gathers a fistful of your hair to tip your head up.

your head spins as he thrusts into you roughly, flesh slapping against flesh making nasty sounds that echo off the bathroom walls. "y-you're... haaa gonna be late f'work," you moan as he fucks into you deep and rough, his thick cock curving just right inside you to keep bumping against your sweet spots.

"shit... y'wanna talk about that now?" he tugs your hair a little to make you squeal, using it to keep you in place like it's a handle. "i'll grab breakfast on the way there," he says into your skin. "this is more important."

you reach behind blindly because you're desperate to feel your husband or hold him, but he pushes you back down, then leans down to push his chest flush against your back, his skin hot against yours. he nudges his cock deeper in you at the new angle, moving a bulky arm to wrap around your neck and fuck you in a chokehold.

he groans against your ear, rutting harder now, his rhythm starting to lose control while your back arches for him, trying to take more even though you're so full. his hips snap forward with more force and he chuckles into your ear when you let out a garbled, " 'm gonna cum..." followed by a loud mewl. he groans, slamming into that one spot that gets you to tighten up around him each time his mushroom tip gives it a kiss.

"hmm, ask nicely, sweetheart," he nips your ear and bottoms out with an obscenely wet squelch. "mmmm.... c-can i... fuck, c-cum? please, 'm gonna..." your eyes screw shut and your pussy gushes around his thick shaft, leaving your thighs slick and shaky.

he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you so his cum can shoot as deep inside you as he can. he doesn't pull out right away. arms wrapped around your middle, nose pressed into your hair like he's anchoring himself.

"god," he mumbles, still pumping you full, and there's now a creamy ring where his cock enters your cunt. "filled your little pussy all up, didn't i? now i'll feel bad leaving you like this."

you're too wrecked to answer, slumped forward against the sink, letting him hold you up. he reaches for a washcloth by the towel rack and dampens it so he can clean you up, giving you little kisses the whole time while you cling onto him. he keeps praising you, too. "did s'good for me, pretty baby."

he leaves you with a soft peck on your cheek. "ill see you later tonight..."

-

it doesn't stop after that morning in the bathroom. that was just his warm up, after all; his first taste of what you gave him. the second the floodgates opened, there was no closing them. poor you.

there's the time in the gym changeroom, right after your shared workout ends. you're both sore and sweaty, and you duck into the locker room so you can grab your stuff and head home with him to shower. however, the second he sees your flushed skin and damp chest through your sports bra, he doesn't hesitate to tug you into one of the showers and sit down on the bench, tearing off your clothes and tugging you into his lap.

he'll stuff your panties in your mouth so your moans are muffled, and fucks up into you hard and fast with no shame, even as he hears people talking and shuffling about behind the flimsy shower curtain. "you're gonna make a mess on me, aren't you?" he murmurs against your ear. "you like knowing someone could walk in right now and see you like this? my sweet girl, cockdrunk in a gym shower?"

he makes you cum on his cock, stuffs you full of his seed and leaves with you once the coast is mostly clear.

next was the hike. you're halfway up the steep trail with him, on a quick break on the grass off the main path. you'd just bent over a little to re-tie your laces since your boots had been far too tight, when he'd come up behind you, grinding against you and palming your ass through your leggings in broad daylight.

"shouldn't bend over in front of me unless you want me to do somethin' to you," he mutters, voice low and warm at your ear as he presses himself closer, fingers kneading into the backs of your thighs.

he doesn't give you a second to argue before he's guiding you face first to a tree and dropping to his knees. he pulls your leggings down just enough to get what he wants, and the air hits your slick folds pleasantly. you whimper, bracing yourself as he spreads your ass to have your pussy fully presented to him.

"gonna be quick," he whispers, "just a little taste." he mumbles, before shoving his face right into your cunt.

you gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to brace against the tree bark right in front of you and dig into the wood. you tremble and let out a shaky breath when he licks a slow, nasty stripe from your pussy up to your clit, shaking his tongue a little so it slobbers over every inch of your drooling pussy lips, occasionally prodding your hole.

his hands are firm on your thighs to spread you open wider, dragging your hips back toward his mouth while he eats you out filthy and sloppy. his nose nudges your clit, tongue flicking in and out of you, then slipping deep inside.

you bite your lip and your eyes, wide and panicked, glance toward the trail. anyone could walk by since you're not that far off the path, hidden, but not well. if someone wandered off long enough, they'd find the two of you.

"god," he moans into you, closing his mouth around your pussy lips and sucking gently, then going back to make out with your pussy. "taste so fuckin' good, babe. made for me." your orgasm hits so fast that you barely have time to warn him, pushing back against him so you cream right into his mouth.

-

you intended to have one wholesome weekend without your man ravaging you on any available surface in the vicinity. a family gathering that your parents are hosting. you enter the countryside house with your husband's hand on the small of your back to guide you inside, smiling politely as your relatives greet you both with warm hugs and laughter. everyone is in a good mood, sipping drinks, chewing on appetizers. there's music playing, and scents drifting from the kitchen.

he lasts about twenty minutes into the evening before he leans down to whisper filth into your ear while everyone else is distracted in the dining room. "you keep looking up at me like that and you're not leaving this place without my cum dripping down your thighs."

you stiffen, body heating up with arousal instantly, even as your face stays composed for the sake of your family standing two feet away. your husband knows exactly what he's doing. he brushes his lips just under your ear again, letting his breath brush over your skin while his palm subtly slides down to squeeze your ass through your dress, making you yelp.

he's all over you most of the evening. hands holding your hips from behind, cupping your ass, arms around your waist, smelling your hair... blatant public displays of affection. he keeps whispering things. "you're dripping through this dress," he murmurs while you're getting drinks in the kitchen. "do you even know what you look like right now?"

you try to push him away, but he's already behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder as if he's helping, just to kiss the back of your neck. he's all over you right up until you take a break to get away from the party for a bit before dinner. you choose your childhood bedroom as an escape, needing one second away from him before he decides to finger you at the dinner table or fuck you in one of the bathrooms, but he follows you shortly after.

you just entered your old room, not realizing the door didn't click shut behind you. you make it two steps before he grabs you and pins you down onto your back in your old twin bed.

you jolt. "baby! where did you- what are you- "

"shhh," he murmurs, lips already brushing your neck. "just missed you. five minutes."

your body reacts before your brain can catch up. you tip your head to the side for him, breath catching as he kisses behind your ear and tugs the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pushing it under your tits so he can cup your bare mounds. his thumbs brush over your nipples until they stiffen under his touch, and he groans at your soft whines, pinching and rubbing them with his fingers while he kisses down to your chest, laving his tongue over the swollen peaks. he's practically slobbering on them, one bulky hand playing with one while his mouth works on the other, sucking sharply and then releasing with a wet pop.

he drags your panties down and off your ankles, spreading you into a shameful position to get a good look at you.

"fuck, look at this mess," he thumbs over your pussy with light pressure, teasing you. "this for me?" you whimper a soft yes, causing him to chuckle softly. he leans over you again, playing with your hole while his other hand wraps around his cock to stroke it slow and firm from tip to base, aligning himself with your hole. he doesn't make it easy for you and put it in straight away, instead tapping his cock against your folds and listening to the nasty little squelches that come from you. he slides it up and down, delaying your pleasure to make you desperate.

you gasp and mewl, thighs already lifting for him as he lines up and starts to press in slowly. your body clutches around him immediately, the stretch making your head spin. "ohhh my- fuck," he groans, pushing in all the way until he bottoms out. "tight as ever. made to be fucked in."

you moan breathlessly and tip your head back, letting him start to plow into you. he doesn't waste any time in putting one leg up over his shoulder and thrusting so deep that his balls squish against the curve of your ass and his shaft forms a faint print in your belly from how huge he is. your head lolls back with each of his deep, grinding strokes.

"look at you," he whispers, eyes trained on your filthy expression. "getting ruined in your childhood room. all the innocent memories, corrupted by this one." he mocks you while fucking into you harder. you moan loudly, hands fisting at the sheets, then clawing his biceps, then running down his torso. you have no idea what to do with yourself right now. he's fucking you into oblivion and now you're completely out of it.

"bet your parents think you're still their good little girl," he pants, rocking into you, stretching you out with his fat shaft with every drag. you can feel every vein and the exact angle in which his cock curves inside you. "they don't know you're upstairs getting your pussy wrecked like this."

"fuck! baby slow down, ahn, we're gonna get caught mmfuck, please!"

"please what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to an unbearable pace. "please fuck me harder?" he punctuates the question with a sharp thrust so deep inside you your vision swims. "or please fill me up in my little princess bed?" he coos, grinding his pelvis against yours. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as a particularly deep thrust hits your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine while your back arches off the bed, pressing your heaving tits more firmly against his chest. you can basically feel his heartbeat against yours, thudding in time with his sloppy thrusts.

" 'm gonna cum inside you," he grits, pounding into you hard, cock scraping against your plushy walls and the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every inward thrust. "goddamn, look at me. want you to -haa- remember this." your nails scrape his back. you're crying out softly, trying to stay quiet, but you're so close. you clamp down on him so hard when it hits that he chokes on a groan, hips stuttering as he starts spilling into you with a harsh jerk of his body.

his cock jerks and pulses as he hilts inside you, the thick head flaring inside you as he releases ropes of hot cum pumps into your greedy cunt, your womb quickly filling to the brim.

within seconds, excess semen is already bubbling out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets beneath your ass. your pussy clenches and ripples, desperately trying to milk every last drop of him, and he continues rocking his cock inside you as he cums, fingers moving to play with your clit, and you cum shortly after, gushing around his cock and adding to the mess on the bed.

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Holy shit 😣

[lovee-potions]

EATING OUT

thinking about munch!jason…

tags — 18+ minors dni | f!reader, oral (f!receiving) car sex, pet names (doll & sweetheart), jason calls reader beautiful (1.1k wc)

you and jason were meant to be on your way to dinner. key word: were. instead, jason had you spread for him on the backseat—dress bunched up to your waist and panties clinging to your soaked folds.

“so fuckin’ beautiful,” jason murmurs, snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin.

your body jolts and an involuntary moan slips past your lips. jason chuckles at the sound, tracing the tip of his index finger along the edge of your underwear—the touch so feather-light that it makes your thighs twitch in frustration.

“so impatient,” he tuts tauntingly, leaning down. 

“shut up,” you grumble breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging.

his tongue flicks out, teasing you through the damp fabric, just the lightest drag of warmth going up from your aching cunt to your already swollen clit, and you jolt, hips bucking up to chase his mouth.

“jay,” your voice breaks into a moan as your head drops back against the car door with a dull thud, legs falling open wider.

he pulls back ever so slightly, pressing the pad of his thumb against the soaked lace, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit. you’re desperate for more friction, but he doesn’t give it to you. 

your fingers tighten in his hair, exasperation and need coursing through your body as you try to pull him closer. jason chuckles in response, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“i hate you,” you whine, trying to buck your hips up but he slides his hand over your stomach and keeps you pressed against the seat.

“no, you don't, doll,” jason mutters, grinning.

you let out a frustrated huff but it dies in your throat as jason drags his tongue over you, pressing the fabric against your swollen cunt. the desperation and want is almost unbearable and you can’t help the lewd whine that escapes your lips as he continues to toy with you.

his fingers prod against your clothed entrance, taunting you, as his teeth close around the fabric and tug teasingly before letting go. 

“jay—please,” you whine, arching your back.

“since you asked so nicely, sweetheart,” he hums, pulling back and blowing cool air against your clit.

he finally hooks a finger into the crotch of your panties, moving them aside, and then his mouth is on you. he drools on your clit, tongue lapping at the swollen nerve and moaning at the taste of you. 

you moan his name, trying to clamp your thighs around his head, but his hands hold you open, spreading you wide as he devours you. His tongue, hot and wet, slides through your folds before fucking into you—licking you open and savouring every drop.

as jason fucks you with his tongue, his nose brushes against your clit, and every time you try to roll your hips into his face, he holds you down and just keeps going. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast and just as you're about to reach the precipice, jason pulls back.

“why’d—why’d you stop?” you whimper, feeling your orgasm slip away.

“sorry, doll,” jason smirks, slipping your panties off and shoving them into his pocket. “stupid fabric kept getting in the way.”

you go to mutter a retort when jason presses his teeth to your inner thigh, leaving little bites up and down it before he dove back in, tongue plunged deep inside you. jason groans into your cunt, the vibrations sending shockwaves up your spine as spit and slick drips down to the seat beneath you.

his tongue fucks you slow and deep before dragging up to swirl around your clit. pushing the hood up, his lips closed around that sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt in pleasure.

jason drags his tongue down, flattening it before licking a stripe up your folds, lapping every drop of slick before pushing his tongue back inside you and praising the taste. his hands squeeze at your thighs, keeping you spread open for him, his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles as his mouth coaxes you closer to your climax.

you keen, legs twitching, and head thrown back in pleasure. a moan catches in your throat as jason pulls your thighs onto his shoulders. your heels dig into his back as the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on you echo in the car.

jason grinds his hips down into the seat, feeling his cock pulse through his jeans—the ache almost unbearable. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t care how hard he is, he doesn't even care if he’s leaking through his jeans. the only priority at the forefront of jason’s mind is making you fall apart under his tongue, and all you can do is take it.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he mumbles against you. “cum for me.”

that, along with one final suck to your clit, has you throwing your head back once more. your thighs trembled, grip tightening in his hair as you reach your orgasm. the intensity had your head spinning and back arching—chasing jason’s mouth as he licks you through it.

“Fuck, jay—” you sob, eyes fluttering shut as your whole body coils tight. 

your orgasm is overwhelming, knocking the air from your lungs. You cry out shamelessly, grinding against his mouth. your body shakes, thighs trembling around his head as your hands cant decide whether to pull him closer or shove him away.

“that’s it, doll,” he mutters breathlessly. “give me everything.”

and, fuck, you do. your moans turn into frantic little gasps as jason keeps sucking on your clit like he wants to wring every last drop of pleasure out of you. your clit throbs under his mouth and jason doesn’t stop until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess.

your chest heaves as you gasp for air, hands weakly tugging at his hair. when jason finally pulls back, his mouth and chin are glistening with your release. jason hums in satisfaction as he wipes his face, chuckling lowly as you swat his shoulder weakly.

“I’ve always preferred dessert before dinner,” jason mutters, eyes locked on you and grinning like the devil himself.

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My brain is short circuiting 😵‍💫 this was fkn amazing

[cyberglittter]

hair by nikki nelms & photography by adrienne raquel

[chichireadss]

!Fire lord zuko drinking your milk.

You shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, your hand pressed against your chest as another wave of pressure built beneath your palm.

"She still won't take it?" Zuko's voice came from the doorway, concern in his tone.

You shook your head, frustration and discomfort in your expression. "She turns away every time. I don't know what's changed. Yesterday she was fine, and now..." You winced as you adjusted your position, the movement sending a sharp ache through your breasts.

Izumi had been fussy all day, refusing to nurse despite your repeated attempts. The wet nurse had suggested she might be teething early, or perhaps going through one of those inexplicable phases that babies sometimes experienced. Whatever the reason, the result was the same—your breasts had grown increasingly swollen and heavy throughout the day, filled with milk that had nowhere to go.

Zuko crossed the room, his footsteps quiet on the polished floor. He knelt before you, golden eyes searching your face. "How bad is it?"

"It hurts," you admitted, your voice tight. "They're so full, Zuko. I've tried releasing some manually, but it's not enough. The pressure just keeps building."

His gaze dropped to your chest, and even through the fabric of your robe, he could see the difference. Your breasts were noticeably larger, swollen and round, straining against the silk. Small damp spots had begun to appear where milk had started to leak through despite your best efforts to contain it.

"Let me see," he said softly, his hands moving to the tie of your robe.

You hesitated only a moment before nodding, allowing him to part the fabric. You took off your breast bindings hours ago when they'd become too tight, and now your breasts were fully exposed to his view—heavy and engorged, the skin stretched tight and shining in the lamplight. Your nipples were darker than usual, prominent and already glistening with beads of milk that had begun to leak unbidden.

Zuko's breath caught audibly. "Spirits," he murmured, his voice dropping low. "You're so swollen."

"I know," you whispered, embarrassment heating your cheeks even as another droplet of milk formed at your nipple and traced a slow path down the curve of your breast. "I look ridiculous."

"No." His contradiction was immediate. His hands came up to hover near your breasts, not quite touching. "You look incredible. May I?"

You nodded, and his warm palms cupped you gently, his touch was gentle as though afraid of hurting you. Even that contact made you gasp—your breasts were so sensitive, every nerve ending heightened by the engorgement.

"They're so warm," Zuko observed, his thumbs brushing carefully along the undersides. "And heavy. This must be painful."

"It is," you confirmed, biting your lip as his exploration sent confusing signals through your body—discomfort from the pressure, but also something else, something that made heat pool low in your belly despite the ache.

Zuko was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on your chest, watching as another bead of milk formed and began to drip. Then he looked up at you, and there was something dark and hungry in his gaze that made your breath hitch.

"I could help," he said, his voice rough. "If you'd let me."

You understood immediately what he was suggesting, and your heart began to pound. "Zuko..."

"The wet nurse said Izumi might not nurse for days," he continued, his hands still cradling your breasts with exquisite gentleness. "You can't stay like this. Manual expression isn't working well enough. But I could..." He swallowed hard, his pupils dilating. "I could drink from you. Relieve the pressure."

The suggestion sent a bolt of arousal straight through you, unexpected and intense. You'd never considered such a thing, but now that he'd said it, the image filled your mind—Zuko's mouth on your breast, his lips sealed around your nipple, drawing out the milk that made you ache.

"Would you want to?" you asked breathlessly.

His answer was to lean forward and drag his tongue slowly up the trail of milk on your breast, collecting the droplets. His eyes fluttered closed and he made a low sound of appreciation. "You taste sweet," he murmured against your skin. "Like honey and cream."

Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body trembling. "Please zu..," you whispered, no longer sure if you were begging for relief from the physical discomfort or from the sudden, desperate need that had ignited in your core.

Zuko shifted closer, positioning himself between your thighs as you sat on the edge of the bed. His hands cupped your right breast, lifting it slightly, and then his mouth closed over your nipple.

The sensation was overwhelming. His lips formed a seal, warm and soft, and then he began to suck—gently at first, then with increasing pressure. The milk let down immediately, flowing into his mouth in a warm rush that made you cry out. The relief was immediate and intense, the pressure easing as he drank, but it was accompanied by a pleasure so acute it bordered on pain.

"Oh, agni," you gasped, your head falling back as Zuko nursed from you. His tongue worked against your nipple, encouraging the flow, while his hand kneaded the swollen flesh gently, helping to express the milk. You could hear him swallowing, could feel the pull of his mouth with every draw, and it was the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced.

He drank deeply, his eyes closed in concentration and pleasure. One of his hands remained on your breast, massaging carefully, while the other slid up your thigh, pushing your robe further open. You were already wet, arousal slicking your inner thighs, and when his fingers found your center, you moaned aloud.

Zuko pulled back just long enough to murmur, "You're soaked," before returning his mouth to your breast. His fingers stroked through your folds, teasing, while he continued to nurse. The dual sensations—his mouth drawing milk from your breast and his fingers working between your legs—had you trembling and gasping within seconds.

Your breast was beginning to soften slightly, the terrible tightness easing, but you were still so full. Zuko seemed to sense this, and he shifted his attention to your other breast, his mouth closing over that nipple with the same hungry devotion. The milk flowed just as readily, and you whimpered as the relief-pleasure washed through you again.

"So good," Zuko murmured between draws, his voice muffled against your flesh. "You taste so good, and you're giving me so much."

His fingers found your clit, circling it with practiced skill, and you bucked against his hand. The combination of sensations was driving you toward climax with startling speed—the relief of your breasts being emptied, the eroticism of your husband drinking from you, the skilled touch of his fingers on your most sensitive places.

"Zuko," you panted, your fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm gonna—oh, please—"

He increased the pressure of his sucking, his hand kneading your breast more firmly to encourage the milk flow, while his fingers worked faster between your legs. The pleasure built and built, tension coiling tighter in your core, until finally it snapped.

You came with a sharp cry, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy rolled through you. Your breast leaked more heavily as you climaxed, milk flowing freely into Zuko's eager mouth, and he groaned against you, the vibration adding to your pleasure. He didn't stop nursing, didn't stop touching you, drawing out your orgasm until you were shaking and oversensitive.

When you finally came down, gasping and trembling, Zuko released your nipple with a soft pop. His lips were wet with your milk, his eyes dark with lust. "Better?" he asked, his voice rough.

You nodded weakly, looking down at your breasts. They were noticeably smaller now, though still fuller than normal. The terrible tightness had eased considerably, leaving only a pleasant heaviness. "Much better," you breathed. "But you're not finished, are you?"

His smile was predatory. "Not even close."

He stood, and you could see the prominent bulge in his pants, evidence of his arousal. He'd been hard since he first started nursing from you, and now he was clearly aching for relief of his own.

"Lie back," he commanded softly, and you obeyed, scooting further onto the bed and reclining against the pillows. Your robe fell completely open, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze.

Zuko stripped quickly, his movements economical and efficient, revealing the lean, scarred body you knew so well. His cock stood proud and hard, the tip already glistening with precum. He climbed onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs, and leaned down to capture your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue—the sweet, creamy flavor of your milk—and it made you moan into his mouth.

"I wanna be inside you," he murmured against your lips, "while I drink more. Can i…?"

"Yes," you gasped, already aching to be filled. "Please, Zuko."

He positioned himself at your entrance, and you were so wet that he slid in easily despite his considerable size. You both groaned at the sensation—the stretch and fullness, the slick heat, the perfect fit of your bodies. He began to move with slow, deep strokes, and then he lowered his head to your breast once more.

The sensation of being filled by his cock while he nursed from you was indescribable. Every pull of his mouth seemed to echo in your core, tightening around him, while every thrust drove him deeper. Your breasts were still producing milk readily, and Zuko drank greedily, alternating between them, his hands roaming your body possessively.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured between draws, his hips maintaining the steady pace. "So full and soft and perfect. I could drink from you for hours."

"Zuko," you whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders. The pleasure was building again, faster this time, your body still sensitive from your first orgasm. "Harder, please."

He complied immediately, his thrusts becoming more forceful, driving deeper. His mouth worked at your breast with matching intensity, sucking hard enough that you knew you'd have marks tomorrow—not enough to bruise.. The thought made you clench around him, and he groaned.

"So tight," he panted, releasing your nipple to kiss and lick at the curve of your breast, following the trails of milk that had escaped. "Squeezing me so perfectly. Are you gonna cumagain? Gonna cum on my cock while I drink from these beautiful breasts hm?"

"Y-yes!," you gasped, your nails digging into his back. "Yes, I'm close, so close—"

His hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit again, and that was all it took. You shattered, crying out his name as your second orgasm crashed over you. Your inner walls clamped down on him rhythmically, and you felt a fresh surge of milk let down, flowing freely as your body convulsed in pleasure.

Zuko captured your nipple again, drinking deeply as you came, and the sensation prolonged your climax until you were sobbing with the intensity of it. His thrusts became erratic, and then he was following you over the edge, burying himself deep as he found his own release. You felt him pulse inside you, filling you with his seed, while his mouth continued to draw from your breast in long, satisfied pulls.

He collapsed against you carefully, mindful of your still-tender breasts, his softening cock still inside you. For long moments, you both simply breathed, hearts pounding in sync, bodies slick with sweat and milk.

Finally, Zuko lifted his head, pressing a tender kiss to your breast before meeting your eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked softly.

You took inventory of your body. Your breasts were much softer now, the painful engorgement relieved, though they still held milk. Your body was pleasantly sore, satisfied in a way that made you feel boneless and content. "Perfect," you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. "Absolutely perfect."

He smiled, that rare, genuine smile that he reserved only for you and Izumi. "Good." He pressed a kiss to your lips, sweet and lingering. "Though you know this might become a regular thing if Izumi continues to refuse."

A shiver of anticipation ran through you at the thought. "I think I could live with that."

"Mmm." He nuzzled against your neck, his hand coming up to cup your breast again, thumb brushing over your nipple almost absently. "We should probably clean up. You're covered in milk."

You laughed softly. "So are you."

"I know." His voice was smug, satisfied. "I can still taste you."

Heat bloomed in your cheeks, but you made no move to get up, content to lie there with your husband's weight pressing you into the mattress, his hand gentle on your breast, his seed slowly leaking from your body. There would be time to clean up later. For now, you simply wanted to savor this moment—the intimacy, the pleasure, the deep connection that bound you together.

Outside, the sun had fully set, and the palace was quiet. Somewhere in the nursery, Izumi slept peacefully, unaware of the gift her refusal to nurse had given her parents. And in the Fire Lord's chambers, you and Zuko held each other close, already anticipating the next time your breasts would swell with milk and he would relieve you with his mouth and hands and body.

It was, you reflected drowsily as Zuko's breathing evened out against your neck, a very satisfactory solution to the problem.

The next morning, you woke to the familiar pressure building in your breasts again. Izumi had still refused to nurse at her dawn feeding, and the wet nurse had reported that she seemed perfectly content with a bottle instead.

Zuko stirred beside you, his hand immediately finding your breast, testing its fullness. His eyes opened, meeting yours, and a slow smile curved his lips.

"Again?" he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

You nodded, already feeling the ache, the need. "Again."

He wasted no time, pushing you gently onto your back and settling between your thighs. This time there was no hesitation, no tentative exploration. He knew exactly what you both needed, and he took your nipple into his mouth with confident hunger.

The milk flowed readily, and you gasped as the pleasure washed through you once more. Zuko's hand slipped between your legs, finding you already wet and ready, and he groaned against your breast.

"Every morning," he murmured, his fingers sliding inside you while he continued to nurse. "I wanna wake up like this every morning, drinking from you, making you cum."

"Yes," you whimpered, already close to climax. "Yes, Zuko, please—"

He brought you to orgasm twice before he was satisfied that your breasts were sufficiently relieved, and then he made love to you slowly, thoroughly, until you were both sated and trembling. Afterward, as you lay tangled together in the rumpled sheets, you couldn't help but laugh softly.

"What?" Zuko asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I was so worried when Izumi stopped nursing," you admitted. "I thought it was a problem.."

"Now it isn’t," he finished, his hand cupping your breast. "I intend to enjoy it thoroughly for as long as it lasts."

You smiled, turning to kiss him properly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured against your lips. "My beautiful wife. My perfect Fire Lady."

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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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I love fluffy smut like yes please treat me like a princess🥲

[authoriena]

𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 | 𝐂.𝐂

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: Cameron comes home pissed off from practice, still irritated from y’all’s phone argument, and decides he’s done letting you run your mouth.

The front door shut hard enough to make you look up.

Not loud enough to be dramatic. Just enough to let you know Cameron was still in a mood.

You were sitting cross-legged on the couch with your phone in your hand, pretending to scroll, pretending you hadn’t been replaying that argument in your head since the second he hung up on you.

Practice had already pissed him off.

Then the two of you got into it on the phone, and judging by the way his footsteps were hitting the floor now, none of that frustration had worn off on the drive home.

You heard the soft drop of his duffel bag near the door.

Then silence.

That kind of silence that made your stomach pull tight.

You looked up and found him already staring at you.

Cameron stood by the entryway in a black compression shirt that clung to his chest and arms, gray sweats hanging low on his waist, his shoulders broad and tense like he had carried every bad part of his day home with him. His buzzcut made everything about him look sharper somehow. His jaw. His cheekbones. The hard look in his eyes.

He had one hand braced on his hip, the other flexing at his side like he was trying to decide how much patience he had left.

Apparently, not much.

"You not gon' say nothing?" he asked.

His voice was low.

Too low.

You locked your phone and tossed it beside you. "What you want me to say?"

Cameron's tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. You saw it in the tight shift of his jaw.

"That's how you coming at me right now?"

You shrugged, even though your heartbeat had already started acting stupid. "You came in here with an attitude."

His eyes narrowed.

"An attitude?" he repeated, stepping closer. "You was the one talking slick on the phone."

You lifted your chin. "Because you were taking your bad day out on me."

That made him stop. Not because he was shocked. Because he was trying not to react.

You could see it all over him. In the way his chest rose slow and deep. In the way his shoulders squared. In the way he looked down at you like he was one smart response away from losing every last bit of restraint he walked in with.

Then he began walking, stopping right infront of the couch, in front of you.

Too close already.

Your breath caught, but you refused to look away.

Cameron looked down at you with that same hard expression, one hand coming up to drag slowly over his mouth before dropping again.

"You always do this.”He said.

"Do what?"

"Keep pushing after I'm already irritated."

His voice was rough now. Not loud. Just heavy. The kind that slid right under your skin.

You sat up straighter, trying to hold your ground.

"Maybe if you stopped acting like everything is my fault, I wouldn't have to."

Wrong answer.

The look on Cameron's face changed instantly.

His head tilted a little, and that quiet look in his eyes made heat crawl up your spine.

"You got a lot to say tonight."

You swallowed, but your mouth still moved. "And?"

Cameron stepped in so close your knees brushed his thighs.

Your breath stalled.

He planted one hand on the back of the couch beside your head, then the other against the cushion by your hip, caging you in before you even realized what he was doing.

Now he was over you.

His chest. His shoulders. The heat rolling off his body. The clean smell of soap mixed with sweat and cologne. The hard line of his arms tightening on either side of you.

And he still had not actually touched you.

That was the part making it unbearable.

You leaned back a little without meaning to, your hand pressing into the couch cushion beneath you.

Cameron noticed.

Of course he noticed.

His eyes dropped to the movement, then came back to your face.

"You real brave when you sitting over here running your mouth.” He said quietly.

Your lips parted.

He leaned down more.

Not enough to kiss you.

Just enough to make your body tense under him.

His face was so close now you could see the shadow along his jaw, his mouth.

You hated how good he looked when he was mad.

"I'm talking to you," he said, his voice firmer this time.

Your thighs pressed together before you could stop it.

"I heard you."

"Then answer me."

Your breath shook just a little. "You're crowding me."

Cameron's eyes darkened.

"Move then."

You both knew you were not going to.

You stayed exactly where you were, your body pinned by nothing but his size, his heat, his presence, and the fact that every part of you was way too aware of how easily he could take complete control of this moment if he wanted to.

His gaze dropped to your mouth for one second too long.

Then he reached for you.

His hand wrapped around your jaw, fingers warm and firm as he tilted your face up until you had no choice but to look directly at him.

A soft breath left your lips. Because he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Look at me when you talk to me," he said.

Your stomach flipped.

His thumb pressed against the side of your face while his fingers held steady under your jaw, and it was almost embarrassing how fast your body reacted to something so simple.

Cameron saw it.

You knew he did.

Because the hand on your face tightened just enough to let you know he caught every little shift in your breathing, every tiny reaction you were trying to hide.

"That attitude from earlier?" he said, voice low. "Keep that same energy now."

You tried to hold it. You really did.

But his body was between your knees now, one of his thighs nudging just enough against yours to make your thoughts blur.

Your hand came up and caught lightly at his wrist.

Not to stop him.

Just because you needed something to hold.

Cameron looked down at it, then back at you.

And the way his eyes changed at that almost took you out.

"You wanna argue with me all day," he murmured, leaning closer until his mouth hovered right beside yours, "then sit here looking like this when I get in your face."

Your breathing went shallow.

His free hand slid from the couch cushion to your waist, gripping through the fabric of your shirt, not soft, not careful, just enough to pull you a little closer to the edge of the couch.

The movement made you inhale sharply.

"There you go," he said, voice quieter now. Rougher. "Now you got nothing to say."

Your fingers tightened around his wrist.

"Cameron..."

He tilted your face higher with the hand on your jaw.

"What?"

You hated how weak your voice sounded compared to his.

"Nothing," you whispered.

His eyes stayed on yours for a long second.

Then his hand left your jaw only to slide to the side of your neck, his palm settling there heavy and warm while his thumb traced once just beneath your ear.

Possessive.

A warning and a promise all at once.

"That's what I thought," he said.

Then he leaned in, mouth brushing just barely against yours as his grip on your waist tightened.

And when he spoke again, his voice was low enough to make your whole body go still.

"Now fix the attitude."

“No."

Before you knew it you were bent over the arm of the couch, your bra still on even though your titties were basically out.

Cameron, behind you, tugged on your bra strap, pulling your body against his, the only sound filling the room was his grunts, your moan and him fucking the shit out you.

"Slo— Please! CADE!" You screamed, your tone getting whiny.

"Shut the fuck up talking to me. You was talking on that shit on the phone now you can’t take what? Nine inches?"

You whined out, tears brimming at your eyes. "I– Hm— Dick."

You and Cam both knew when you turned into a whiny little slut you couldn’t form real sentences, and of course Cameron thought it was so funny, so what does he do? He makes you talk the fucking most.

"Tell me where im at."

"… Da–.. Fuck."

"Talk to me bitch, cmon."

"I—.."

"Im finna stop, you a big girl aint you?" He muttered, leaning down, causing his strokes to somehow go deeper. "Yes— Yes!"

"Then take it. You’ve took it before." He said, referring to the time you both were crossfaded and had sex in his car.

You stuffed your face into the couch, wetting it up with your tears and slobber. You carefully put your arm behind you, trying to push his thighs.

You heard and felt a loud slap on your ass then a tug at your arm. "Move your fucking hand, you know I’ll break this shit."

You whined and moved it like so.

"I can’t take it Cam! Please! cum please cum."

"Cum? You gon have my babies?" He asked, knowing you’ll take a pill.

"Yes! All of them just please cum." You cried out, your arch falling slightly.

"You went from calling me a bitch to saying you want my babies? You so bipolar mama." He cooed.

You huffed, shaking your head. "Cum! Fuck! What the fuck are you doing." You slightly yelled.

He chuckled and slammed into you 4 more times before nutting all in his pussy. "I’ma hold you to this. If I see you taking a pill im beating your ass y/n."

The second he pulled out, you softly fell, your legs instantly shaking as his nut slid out of you.

"Ma favorite view."

IM BACKKKKKKKKK, had to take a mental break but im back and posting! Dont be shy to give me some recs.

[yourleogf]

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The condescending toneee 😵‍💫 “you can’t take what? Nine inches??” Noooooo I cannotttt 🤧

[alanisstonedd]

loveisland!ony x loveisland!black!reader

cw: suggestive themes, heavy petting, fluff, cursing

an: with summer right around the corner, what could be more fitting than LOVE ISLANDDDDD AND ONY??? yes plz! i love this concept DOWN. think its so scrump-dilly-umptious and i hope yall do too! kisses baddies!!

loveisland!ony who comes into the villa as a bombshell ofc. its the first bombshell text of the season, and the dude you're coupled up with is literally the worst of the bunch. you know it, all the girls know it, TWITTER KNOWS IT. its only been a few days since y'all arrived but its glaringly obvious that you & him? AINT a match. and girl you made that clear to him with a quickness. but LORDDD WONT. HE. DO. IT!!? ON THE FIFTH DAY CHILE!! the villa was blessed with a text! and in walked ony... time just about stopped y'all. the way there was a visible glow around him as he strolled in, made your heart literally sink into your feet. he looks edible, tattoos littered all over, gold jewelery peeking in the sun, perfect teeth grinning right at you from across the terrace... you don't know if you got lucky or if this is literally fate.. you gaze at him — stunned, like you were dropped in a romcom as he jokes and daps up the boys - too dazed to notice him staring right back at you.

loveisland!ony who watches you watch him for a while. you playin ya cards close to ya chest... what? you wanna feel out the vibe first, not wanting to show him what you've been thinking since the minute he walked in the door — is this my husband...? he eventually takes matters into his own hands, pulling you veryyyy specifically out of the group. happily marching his black ass over to you, where you lounge on a daybed with some of the girls.

" 'scuse me ladies," he turns to you, eyes locked and holding you captive — like he wants them all to know that he only wants you, "would you wanna chat wit' me for a sec' mama?" forget hi, my name is! he wants you to know exactly whats up.

his deep voice cuts through y'alls excited chatter like a knife — they all turn to you with smirks, knowing this ones yours.

loveisland!ony who doesn't talk too much, but when he does, its all eyes on him. hes the comedic relief, the eye candy, his dark smirk a constant whenever hes looking in your direction. hes already walking around like he owns the place, because... he lowkey does. his ass is already making fun of ol' boy you're coupled up with, knowing hes cooked. he should just start packing now!

loveisland!ony who was locked in with you from the moment he saw your fine ass lounging on that daybed, looking like a whole fantasy. he was never really looking at anyone else, completely captivated by the way your rich brown skin glows in the sun, your beautiful figure mimicking the waves in the background, the way your bikini accentuates every part of you perfectly, your accessories complementing your vibe to a T. he doesn't know what planet he landed on, but he knows for certain that yo ass walked directly out of his dreams. his mind is racing with everything he wants to do with you... to you — wanting to know every single thing about you, while wanting equally as bad to rip that tiny bikini off and taste all of you until your legs shake. its killing him not knowing what you sound like while hes eating that pussy like a homemade meal. has a tongue piercing...

loveisland!ony whos constant eye contact damn near makes you forget your own name. you stay looking away, no used to so much of it — dont worry, he'll gently turn you back towards him every time, wanting to see your pretty face as much as he can. you find yourself lowkey worry free in his presence, forgetting every insecurity when you're talking to him. he always cracking jokes and teasing you like nobody's business, but he listens — like actually listens. its the little things really. the way he always has a calm hand on you, respectful but intimate.

the way he lets you talk your shit all you want, content just staring at your lips and humming in approval of whatever — his mind quickly wandering to how much he wants those beautiful lips on his. he wants them blushing from how passionate he'll kiss you.. when you're ready of course. its the way his complements make you feel expensive girl, he knows just how to make you feel like the shining star you sometimes forget you are. "you know how dangerous you are? got me really tryna keep my cool ma"

loveisland!ony who calls you "baby" early. and it works like a charm. you fold like a damn chair! but who wouldn't honestly.. he caresses you like you're a rare treasure, but pulls no punches when he's telling you how he feels — knowing that you're thinking the exact same. always pulling you away to lay with you, hear your voice, kiss you so slow & intense that you swear you feel how serious he is in the curl of his tongue around yours — calm, content expression on his face like he's not even trying to hide anything. and after the recoupling that sends ol boy home? ony's on fucking cloud nine. not that was he even thinking about his ass before, but now? theres NO distractions. he has you allllll to himself.

loveisland!ony who brings you breakfast in bed like its already his job — or to the make-up room where all the girls can see how good he is. waltzing in all cool-like, with your full plate, smoothie, and a smirk that says you know what im tryna do to you — his swim trunks hiked up exposing the tattoos on his thighs. he kisses you on the head with a hand on your waist, and you swear he just touched your soul. genuinely fucking spoils you — somehow managing to get you flowers, your bev is never empty, always having a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on, and a hoodie sprayed in his delicious cologne to wear.

loveisland!ony who is wayyy too smooth with it. late night chats in soul ties where hes alllll over you, stealing sips of your drink, making you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. don't let you be in a mood — hes hauling you over his shoulder immediately like "nah, we not doing that today, sorry" with a pop to your booty. speaking of that booty, its never safe from him — your shit is getting smacked when you're just walking by, smacked when you tuck in for the night and as soon as you wake up in the morning, rubbing on it while y'all are layed up on the day beds. you tryna run from it? nah, "c'mere, stop playin", hes dragging you on top of him, kissing you like it cures him. whispers absolute filth in your ear at the most unsuspecting moments — but it sounds like a damn prayer to your ears.

loveisland!ony who — again — has hands on you at all times, on the back of your neck when y'all are walking through the villa, on your thighs pretty much whenever he can, lowww on your back when you get up to walk away — thumb grazing just above over ass like he's checking if you have panties on... he whispers rough into your neck while mid-convo with the others, "you gon' let me taste tonight or no.." big hand softly working its way up the inside of your thigh.

loveisland!ony who barelyyy behaves when y'all get to sharing a bed — not caring about the mic OR anyone else in the room catching your soft moans, his deep whispers, the "mysterious" squelching from under the covers, or your breath catching every couple minutes. he always pops up behind you while you're getting ready in the dressing room, muscles rippling, chain glinting against his chocolate skin, biting at his soft plump lip. and when you try and tell him to chill, "now, you know you look too good for me to leave you like this", his arms wrapping around you, hot hands drifting places that make the heat in your panties spread uncontrollably.

loveisland!ony who cant do much of anything without getting you hot. you'll be cutting fruit and hes already behind you like "nah, you not doin' it right mama", then suddenly you're caged in while he chuckles into your shoulder, chest glued to your back, one hand over yours and the other slipping under your shirt for absolutely no reason. you clench your thighs so hard they almost cramp when he feeds you a bite and rumbles "mmm, open up fa' me baby". he watches you sunbathe like its the game on tv, can't even look away for a second. and when you stretch extra sexy for him, he mutters "keep playin' wit' me and im finna get us kicked out". always making sure you have sunscreen on, grinning like a fool when you let him lotion you up, huge hands taking their time rubbing it in, loving the sheen it gives your succulent brown complexion, finger tips pressing and teasing and tempting "yeah, that feel nice mama? good, thats what im here for."

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[starstruckwerewolf28]

Now this is my shit right here

[bboutabbagg]

Neeeeddd tht 😛

[h-0-error]

i’m horny

[bboutabbagg]

Holy fk 😵‍💫

[kosmogrl]

the day is gonna end anyway and your warm bed will be waiting so you might as well do the hard things and not let them ruin your day

[kosmogrl]

this is unironically how I push myself to do everything I dread

[alaniinoi]