I just know in my heart that in the future when Miracle participates in a father's day presentation in her little School, Jack is gonna be in the audience crying his eyes out lol.
Like Father Like Daughter
(Little Miracle Series request)
jack abbot x nurse!singlemom!reader (ICU)
little miracle series masterlist
a/n: this takes place in daycare instead of at school for father's day bc school is usually out before the day and i can't recall i time i ever did a father's day thing the last week of school lol. this request was so cute! my heart couldn't contain it. shout out to all the fathers that stepped up that includes the single mothers, grandparents and even siblings that were put into those positions.
wc: 500
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You had a surprise for Jack. During the day there was a presentation in one of the small lecture rooms. You had Robby play along, making it seem like it was mandatory for him to be in attendance. He is reluctant. Robby is usually the one to go to these type of events. What raises his suspicions is when he sees you come in and sit down beside him, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see the look on your face." You take out your phone and take a picture of his confused face. He then notices that it is not only doctors there but more nurses, lab techs, cafeteria staff and more different staff members in the room.
Then in comes the daycare staff followed by a large group of children around Miracle's age. All the kids are wearing a wide array of uniforms from around the hospital. Miracle is among the group and she's wearing black scrubs. She's wearing black scrubs… his scrubs not the dark blue that ICU wears, what you wear. He looks at you in surprise, "What is this?"
"Shhh. It's starting."
We'd like to thank you all for coming. We're going to have the kiddos come up and tell us who they are, who they are dressed as, and what that person does in the hospital."
They go down the line one by one stating their names and who they are dress as. As it gets closer to Miracle's turn, Jack feels a lump in his throat. You pull out your phone again to take another picture and record her turn.
When it's her turn Miracle steps to the center of the room, "My name is Miracle and I am dressed like my daddy, Dr. Jack Abbot." She smiles when she sees you two in the crowd. "My daddy works in the emergency room and he does a lot of things in there."
"Can you give us an example, Miracle?"
"He helps with tummy aches, broken bones, and colds. He takes care of everyone like little babies to really old people." The crowd laughs, "And after he does that he comes home and takes care of me too."
You pout as you watch a tear roll down his cheek. You wipe it away as everyone claps. The show ends and the children are dismissed for the day. "You did so good, Miracle." You kiss her forehead.
"Daddy was crying, I saw." She hugs his legs.
"I was surprised. I had no idea you picked me." He rubs her back.
"You're my daddy now. I wanted to."
He picks her up and peppers her face in kisses, "I love you princess."
"I love you too."
"Hey, let me get a picture of you two matching." You take a picture of them posed together, smiling, "You two are so cute."
Jack nudges you, "Not jealous?"
"She dressed as me last year. She was a little more shy so I didn't get the cool speech like you but you get a pass. But don't let it get to your head. She's gonna be a nurse." You take her out of his arms and walk away.
"What if she picks neither? What then?!" He follows after you.
A/N: I saw a bunch of edits of Tyriq at the Met Gala on Tiktok, and wrote this down.
Summary: It was the night of the Met Gala with your boyfriend, Tyriq Withers. Your manager attempts to discuss business while you, and your man decide to spend some time alone.
Warnings: fingers in mouth, exhibitionist kink, fingering(fem receiving), oral(m), dirty talk, slight voyeurism, consensual for both parties, kissing, unprotected sex, drunk sex, cussing, choking, mirror sex, fingering, fluff, cute moments.
You stood between Keith Powers your boyfriend, Tyriq Withers, and on the carpet at the Met Gala, in front of the camera and your brown eyes locked on the interviewer and asked you, and your castmates Keith and Tyriq about the movie, you fake smiled and nodded.
It’s been hours and hours, of interviews, talk shows, photoshoots, and talking with your manager Leonaa nd bodyguard Felix to make sure you're good.
But this was exhausting mentally and physically, you knew that this part came with the entertainment industry but the fame part was difficult, deranged and delusional, stalker fans, toxic gossip blogs ready to get something on you.
The worst part was no privacy when it came to certain things.
“Y/N, how does it feel to be in an award-nominated and award-winning film with Keith, and Tyriq?” The interviewer asked, using a bright tone.
“It feels great to be in this film beside these two, showing the right ways to tackle certain topics that are spoken about enough, you feel that my character Nia is conflicted and chooses the one who’s been yearning for her all along, it’s reminded us that she’s human,” You spoke with confidence, smiling again. Your cheeks ached in pain.
You’ve been acting for seven years, your film credits have expanded significantly, and you’ve won Emmys and an Oscar by the age of 31. Hobnobbing with your favorite stars like Angela Bassett, who inspired your dream.
You were picky when it came to roles in Hollywood, the reboots, remakes, sequels and constant shady, predatory directors, asshole producers, and stuck and entitled managers.
But you finally your manager Leona, who was the best in the business. You preferred working with a black women, you felt safe, seen, and protected properly by her. You had to do so much on your own but it took a toll on you.
You've made it, you were proud of yourself. You had a black-owned production, management team.
You starred in a black romance movie titled More To Love, which revolves around two close friends employed at a black-owned law firm. In the story, they handle legal cases, and things take a turn when your ex, portrayed by Keith, arrives to propose. Your character named Nia never forgot how much her ex hurt you from heartbreak and betrayal, so your character pretend to be with your colleague Tyriq.
It was very similar to your story when you began dating in high school, Keith played the role so well and it made you not speak to him, you explained to him that the story was personal to you. He understood completely, shared the same story as you and he apologized.
As the interviewer continued to throw questions your way and Tyriq’s, you could feel the weight of the promotional duties pressing down on you. Your cheeks ached from the forced smiles, and you stole a glance at him, who flashed you a reassuring grin. It was a momentary distraction from the barrage of queries.
You spotted Beyoncé beside her daughter, Blue Ivy, and Jay-Z. The overlapping voice of paparazzi chiming in, after another.
Soon enough, Tyriq held your hand reassuringly, and walked with you, beside Keith, and his fiancée Ryan Destiny. Smiling pretty for the cameras, flashing from left to right.
You wore a black knee-length dress that exposed your back paired with black heels, French tip nails with gold rings, and your natural curls pulled up in a cute bun. Your plump lips are adorned with lip gloss, and Your dark brown skin beautifully shines.
The cameras wrapped up once Beyoncé left with her husband, and daughter, you felt a rush of relief. You stepped out of the studio and outside to the lane that led to the red carpet, the rush of the night almost dissipating.
“Great work, we’re getting to the finish line,” your manager spoke up, nodding.
“Yeah, we did,” You sighed until the both of them noticed that you looked exhausted. Burnout approaching.
“You okay baby?” He asked concerned, his brows raising.
You shake your head, “No, sweetie. I’m tired as hell,”
Tyriq rubbed your back in the soothing circle, the feel of his hand and the cold chill from the gold metal of his ring sent a shiver down your spine.
“It’s going to be alright, once we’re done with this Met Gala, we’ll be heading home after that okay?” Tyriq reassured you softly, kissing your cheek.
You nodded, biting down on your lip as you gazed upon the man, he smelled good with the scent of cinnamon and citrus. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, your thumb swiped over. He groaned lowly.
Regrettably, the gossip and dating scene have been lacking recently; you vowed to avoid dating celebrities because of all the negative press surrounding them, as they tend to be deceitful and dishonest.
Tyriq had his eyes on the moment he met you, and he wasn't like the rest, he was funny, kind, patient and charismatic. 
The better you got to know him, the closer you became, transforming the typical friends-to-lovers storyline from the film you acted in into something genuine in real life. Who would have thought?
The four of you stepped toward the capret laid out for you, a fence in front of you to block paparazzi from stepping too close, Ryan, Keith, and Tyriq stayed between you, he held your hand.
Relax, you said in the depths of your mind. It almost suffocating from amount of things happening all at once. Your cheeks on your face ached again, your mom did tell you that if you kept that face, it would freeze up like that.

Was she just messing with you? Yeah, she definitely was. You resumed walking close with your man along the velvet red carpet as you peeped at the waiting limo at the end of the carpet rope. So close.
Until you were stopped by someone in the paparazzi, fuck, you were so close. They annoyed the hell of you A LOT. The fact they get paid a huge amount of money for this should be a crime.
"Show us some love!" a photographer shouted out with enthusiasm.
Next thing you know, the couple strode past the two of you before winking at you while his hand snaked from your back to around your waist, wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a snow day.
"I've got you, don't worry," Tyriq said in a reassuring tone, smiling at you as you mirrored the warm action.
The warmth of Kelvin's body against yours caused your heart to flutter, his touch made you feel safe, protected from everything and everyone out there, especially in Hollywood, another destructive, soul-sucking world that you heard of, seen in documentaries, scary Lifetime movies, tv shows, the news.
Tyriq’s head turned towards you, leaning in close before you did, his plump lips brushed against yours, pressing his onto yours gently. You kissed him back passionately after pulling away from each other.
“We’ve got a new star couple!” someone shouted in glee, you couldn't help but mentally roll your eyes. Here we go.
That was the big announcement from the two of you and to the world.
People had a lot to say, and celebrity relationships won’t last long, in and out like a drive-thru. Cheating, sex scandals, some weird cult shit, or some connection to the Illuminati.
"I'll see you lovebirds later," Keith spoke up, waving goodbye to you.
You waved back in response, smiling at Keith with a head tilt. He was so sweet, you focused on the cameras flashing before winking at the camera.
At this point, when is it going to be over? It had to be.
You walked through the strobing lights of the cameras, moving from side to side in those same painful heels. With a forced smile for the photographers and your boyfriend by your side, you were nearing the limousine.
"Time to leave, beautiful," he whispered in your ear, gently guiding you toward the sleek, black limo.
"Thank God," you whispered back, turning to face him, walking toward the door as Tyriq opened the door.
You ducked your head and settled into the plush suede backseat of the limo with its tinted deep windows, which was spacious and the color of ink black for the seats and the car floor below your heels were soft as a cloud, the color of macaroon cream.
Tyriq ducked his head and settled onto the suede backseat beside you, grinning at you like he was ready to eat you out in the backseat as he shut the door behind himself. "Glad that's over and done with, now I can focus on you," he said, his tone low and seductive.
You chuckled lightly, biting down your lips, clenching your legs before opening the door to the refrigerator and grabbing a champmage botte, "l need a drink first before I deal with your nasty ass," you shot back using a sinful smirk.
The limo had buttons atop your heads, for the white florescent lights including a small refrigerator for drinks, water bottles, champagne, and wine.
He grabbed the glasses and passed one to you, before kissing your lips again, the taste of strawberry lips gloss adorned his lips, your thumb carefully rubbed it off. He groaned at your touch, damn he was in love with you.
“You are nasty, Tyriq,” You chuckled lightly.
“I'm nasty?!” Tyriq exclaimed dramatically, his hand over his chest.
"Yeah, you heard me right. All those kisses on the red carpet, I can't help but feel like you're trying to stake your claim," You laughed, pouring the champagne into the glasses.
He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer, his voice dropping an octave."And what if I am? You're mine. And I'm yours, You know that, right?"
You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you took a sip of the bubbly drink. "l do know that, but let's not forget that the limo driver is watching us," you whispered back.
“The window is closed, though. The driver is a woman.”
"Agreed, I'm not sure about how long this drive so how about we make the most of it? Hm?" Tyriq asked with a soft hum, shrugging.
The two of you finished your drinks, feeling the buzz of the drink flow through you, "Yeah, how about we try an exhibitionist kink that I want to do?" You suggested to him.
The sleek limo began to take a gentle turn to the right, going through the bright towering lights and passing through other cars, paying them no mind, as if you two were the only ones in the world.
He nodded, it was something that he never thought he'd do but with you, he wanted to try it. Just thought of it turned him on. An idea popped up in his head.
You grinned at the man before kissing down his neck, "You're bad, huh?" you said to him.
His fingers trailing over your arm and shivered from his touch, with your hand snaked below his pants before stopping, “Can I suck your dick? Just a taste Ty?” you whispered softly in his ear.
His breath hitched from your voice, and he nodded at you. “Y/N..yes you can, don't make me beg,” he sighed blissfully with a smirk. He was in for a treat from you, he didn't even know it yet.
And with his consent, you unzipped his zipped and gently slid down his boxers and pants a little bit, kissing his tip before wrapping your mouth around his thick, long brown dick, his arms rested on the armrest of the limo.
His tongue gliding over his lips, he groaned loudly once you bopped your head onto his dick, your tongue tracing shapes on the veins, he knew you looked so gorgeous doing this, “Fuck…so beautiful, suck it harder..” Tyriq panted heavily, his head fell back onto the soft cushion.
“Mmm..so good,” you mumbled lowly, your hand stroking him with your fingers rolling between his balls, he grunted once he locked eyes with the female limo driver.
The soft slurping and squelching sounds filled the car, the warmth of your mouth spurred him one.
“That mouth of yours..is perfect, I couldn't resist you, seeing you walk down that carpet…fuck!” Tyriq shouted out, pushing his hips upwards into your mouth.
Your palm stroked Tyriq’s dick with your cheeks hollowing around him as spit dripped from the corner of her lips, spit stuck to your hand and tricked down to his balls, "Fuck..Y/N.." he groaned deeply, his hands gripping the armrest tightly, You moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body.
“It’s turning me on when you suck this dick…that feels so fucking good,” Tyriq moaned again, hearing your muffled moans in response, filling that exhibitionist side of you once the driver’s eyes flickered back to your man.
You bopped your head faster and your cheeks hollowed harder, wetting his dick and seats up, covered with drops of precum and spit. Staining his pants, your dress. Good thing both of you wore black, “Just like that! Shit!”
His balls tightened in response around your fingers, his mouth parted as you twisted your hand around his dick, squeezing it lightly. “Shit!….Shit!…Y/N, please!” he begged for you, he gasped as if he lost oxygen in his lungs.
Finally, he reached it, his hot cum spilling into your mouth, you quickly swallowed every drop while you lifted you head, “It was good wasn't it?” You bragged with confidence, Smiling and using a warm towel from the edge to clean your mouth, you tossed it into the trash. You put his dick back into his boxers, he zipped them up, and pulled up his pants.
Before you could reply, his hand settled on the back of your neck, drawing you in. He kissed you passionately and intensely, and as you returned the kiss, you let out a moan. When you finally pulled away, a strand of saliva connected your lips and his.
“That was amazing, baby, my turn,” he sang playfully, giving you an tender kiss as you moaned, your pussy from his touch.
More friction, desperately.
You leaned in, “Touch me, please,” you whimpered softly, giving him consent to touch you.
His fingers grazed the edge of your dress as Tyriq planted kisses on your collarbone, marking your deep brown skin with hickeys. “Tyriq…” you moaned again, His fingers slipped beneath your panties, sensing your wetness through the fabric, humming softly in response against your shoulder.
“I couldn't leave my girl like this, so wet just from sucking my dick off?” Tyriq asked in a deep tone, his voice deepening. His finger rubbing your clit. “Y-yeah, I-it was big, couldn't fit it all..” you groaned before moving your hips. No teasing was a rule of yours, but Tyriq’s hand slid through your panties, pinching your clit.
He pushed your panties to the side, and rolled them down and off your ankles. You parted your legs wide for him, while gazing into his eyes, “You’re so fucking nasty, girl,” he groaned softly, his legs parted a bit.
His fingers parted your folds and slipped inside with ease, making you moan wildly, causing Kendra, the female driver to look back at him but she paid attention to the road still. “Shhh, I got you, my girl’s been stressed out?” he said, his lips nibbling on your bottom lip, the taste of wine and lip gloss.
“Yes..fuck!” you cried out, rolling your hips to that torturous pace, your arms wrapped around his shoulders tight, he must've told the driver to take the long way, your essence poured onto the seats, as he gently pulled the strings of your dress, your breasts poked out. He licked his lips.
“Beautiful titties,” he mumbled, his hands cupping your breasts softly, his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking them, pinching your nipples roughly before sucking the right softly. “Mhhm..” you hummed but moaned, you’d almost forgotten that you were still in the limo, you definitely needed this. Your hand rested on the back of his nape, feeling that comforting warmth.
In need of his touch as if it was religious, you hoped to your ancestors and God above that Kendra kept driving, eventually you would get home later, you need more.
His fingers thrust in and out of you, he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, he pressed your back to his clothed chest. “I love it when you make a fucking mess on my fingers, I can't wait to feel it on my dick,” He teased, curling up his fingers. He was so nasty, so passionate. His dick hardens in his pants.
“I..i..I love this shit with you, so much, get deeper for me, baby,” You babbled softly, panting while moving your hips a bit. Your hands gripped the armrest, Tyriq was still behind you, keeping you close so you wouldn't hurt yourself.
“Oh shit! Shit! Tyriq!” you moaned suddenly once his fingers slid in deeper, your wet walls clenched tightly around his digits. Your wetness covered him completely and stained his pants but didn’t care.
The limo resumed driving straight again, while the little bumps on the roads made every sensation. Your pussy sucked his fingers right back in and clenched tight, “That’s right, you feel it? That pussy sucked me back in..fuck,” Tyriq groaned raspily, biting down his lip, You gasped, feeling the rhythm of his fingers and the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
The thrill of being in a moving vehicle, with the driver just a few feet away, was pulling you close to the edge. You were so close, but you weren't ready to go home; he pressed his bulge against you and moved his hips, “Don't see what you do to me?” Tyriq groaned as he felt your ass against him, giving your backside a playful smack that made you moan, clearly turned on by you.
His thumb flattened on your clit and circled, your mind blurred from pleasure and saw thousands of stars behind your closed eyelids, you were moaning loudly as his fingers went faster. “That pussy knows me so well,” Tyriq teased with a grin.
“You’re so good to me, just a little more baby,” You begged, your voice softened a bit, his fingers hit that sweet spot. Moving in a ‘come here’ motion over and over. “I got you,”
You nodded, feeling the tension build within you, the pressure mounting as he resumed to thrust his fingers, in and out, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot. “You drive me crazy, I'm gone fuck you so good when we get in that house,”
After his fingers turned sporadic and curled again, you felt yourself clench around his fingers. Waves crashing over you as you cried out his name, “Tyriq!”
He slowed his movements, letting you ride out the waves of your orgasm, feeling you pulse around him. The rush of it left you breathless, and you leaned back against his chest, panting as the aftershocks coursed through you.
“Damn, you’re beautiful when you cum,” he murmured, planting soft kisses along your shoulder and lips, sending little sparks of electricity through your body.
You turned to face him, still catching your breath. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you teased, a playful smile creeping onto your lips.
Tyriq chuckled, the sound low and rich, filling the quiet space of the limo. “I love you,” he said, he pulled out his fingers, watching you tie up the strings in the back of your dress.
“I love you too,” you agreed, stealing a quick kiss from him, feeling the warmth radiating between you.
The car slowed down, you could see the lights of your house glowing in the distance. “Looks like we're almost home,” you said, a hint of reluctance in your voice.
“That was fun, I liked that,” Tyriq replied, grinning like it was his birthday and he enjoyed his present. His eyes are still on you.
You nodded, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “Yeah, I liked it too,” you said, that shy side coming out.
The limo finally came to a stop, and the driver turned to look at you both. “We’ve arrived,” she announced with a knowing smile, as if she understood the connection that had just blossomed between you two.
“Thanks, Kendra,” you said, feeling a bit shy as you realized the driver had witnessed more.
Tyriq opened the door, helping you out as you stepped onto the pavement. The cool night air hit your skin, and you shivered slightly, but Tyriq wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close again. He closed the door and let Kendra that he pay her immediately, apologizing for the mess on the seats.
“Let’s get inside,” he said, his tone both playful and protective.
Once inside, you closed the door behind yourself. Tyriq brought you into the bedroom, removing his suit as you peeled off your dress.
He quickly kissed you, your lips meeting. Your legs spread, he buried his dick inside you. His hands on your hips.
“My beautiful girl,” he groaned softly.
And with that, he made love to you all night long, distrubing your neighbors who obviously sent a nose complaint but you knew Tyriq would talk care of it. Your moans echoed through the walls, he kissed your shoulder and said, “Fuck ‘em, you can scream as loud as you want to,”
this stupid shit has been around for so long and it’s crazy to me there are still people with enough rocks in their brain to believe it. “Oughhhhh if you aren’t nice to you oppressors they’ll become bigots instead of allies” if someone’s support for marginalized groups hinges entirely on whether or not that group is niceys, they’re by definition not effective or useful allies and, by admission of this argument, an active danger to the communities theyre supposed to be allied with because they can Enter Bigot Mode the second they become displease
# str8 mistreat it up ! cameron ‘the cannon’ cade ::
featuring. ▷ ⛐ ᩙᮬ twee-cutie creed sister!black fem reader x underground + professional boxer!cameron cade & childhood intimidator ﾒ
warnings. nsfw. explicit language below! smut with zero plot. brief mentions of blood. rough!mean!asshole cameron cade. unprotected banging! semi-public [locker-room]! manhandling. pussydrunk cam. indications of cheating. squirting. slight choking. cam’s soooo big! standing position! cervix-kissing. multiple orgasms. eventual creampie. ++ lowercase intended! pinterest links included! emdashes!
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ if someone asked the cannon: ‘cameron, is there anything better than boxing?’, he would have knocked them clean out and spit over their withering body. because how dare they? how dare they even assume there be an answer? the question had not once, in his entire six-year professional career, even occurred to him. boxing was the absolute core of his identity, down to the most microscopic parts of his being . . .
just ten minutes ago, his boxing mitts and robe were the largest gift. his world began and ended in the squared circle; twenty-three feet by twenty-three feet, sixteen ropes parallel, four fucking posts . . .
but he’s found a new love. a love that’s been in his life far longer than boxing. a love that’s always stared up at him with goggly eyes set behind massive lenses and chunky, dorky frames. a love he’ll curse himself for rejecting and swatting off, like one pesky mosquito. a love he never saw himself indulging; frequently assuring his closest brother — who was presently demoted to stupid-fucking-opponent — that he would never make any advancements, “wouldn’t touch that girl wit’a ten foot pole. trus’me.”
and almost ten years later, he is touching. touching all over. and licking and biting and kissing and grunting and moaning and trying his very best to calm it. he hasn’t had a hard-on this severe since the night he lost his virginity. those light-green eyes were watery, and very blood hot, but cameron ‘the cannon’ cade would have sworn on a stack of bibles that they were also the eyes of a sober man . . . of a man who only had his fiancée on his mind. he looks to his opponent’s sister and desperately wants to see his fiancée . . . but his brain won’t let him. she didn’t feel like this- and she damn sure didn’t smell like this either.
there’s a different sort of sweetness in the air. a homey, secure smell. a smell that when his eyes flutter shut from pleasure, his pussy-drunk brain presents a paradise his younger-self would hurl at. somehow, this smell completely overpowered the unpleasant stench of him . . . totally shocking, given the sweat hanging at his hairline, behind his steaming neck, along his tensed arms and hands (still wrapped in reddened bandages), between his straining fat thighs, and the dried blood below his nostrils and at his busted lips . . . the cannon feels stupefied.
another girly, futile whine spills and his weighty cock is twitching. it burns having to go soooo slow, but he doesn’t want to cause pain. not any more than what he was already inflicting on such a precious body. and he wasn’t even all the way in, just barely a full quarter. every-time cameron pulled back, stopping before his plump, glossy tip — deep pink in shade — could plop out . . . he’d push back to feed more of his delicious cock in— “‘s t-too m-mucch- “
shit- what a voice. “it’s not- stop sayin’ that shit.” but there wasn’t much else to do. cameron was holding both arms back, using one large hand as a makeshift-cuff. “wish i had a camera . . . let you hear how fuckin’ ungrateful you sound.” because yeah, most girls would kill to be in this position: pressed against a chilly locker with their flowery top bunched at the waist, polka-dot skirt hiked and few-of-a-kind undershorts torn through. “no more runnin’. jus’ let’me fuck you open- c’mon . . . trus’me.”
and if you weren’t so absolutely smitten by cameron cade . . . you would’ve stopped this right here. he was going against about five of your ‘non-negotiable’ boundaries during sexy-time. “you trust me, righ’?” with that free hand of his, he snakes around your waist and clamps his palm over your shivering abdomen, that dangling jewellery marking your brown skin. “i’ll make us feel good- i promise.”
“i promise,” he whispers against your neck, “i’ve got’chu.” and kisses and nibbles and licks. “know you’wanna make this dick nut- “ cameron dropped your hands and swooped around, collecting one soft boob. he squeezed and tweaked at your nipple, slowly wiggling his hefty hips, digging that huge cock a little further. there was a hole to be pierced and molded; to the shape of him. “no more cryin’ . . . le’me do ‘t all, yeaah . . .”
your face, all flush and livid pallor, blazed . . . glittery lips drawn back from your teeth in a mini pout . . . is enough to make the cannon explode. cameron bends in, hot breath fanning over your parted lips, “i’m gon’a nut insid’a you, ‘kay?” more of a declaration than a warning. a sure-thing. almost guaranteed. nothing would stop him from cumming in your tummy, not even you.
he’s in. “ooooh . . .” all the way. “shit.” you’re shuddering wrackingly, legs feeling rubbery and unreliable. “. . . doesn’t that feel soooo much better?” cameron pecks the salty patches of your cheek. “say it- tell me ‘t’s my dick makin’ this sloppy pussy feel good . . .” cameron pleads through aggressive munches.
after so long, yeah, it had been him. finally. your college-self wouldn’t believe this to be true. the boy you had a gigantic crush on throughout your child, pre-teen, and teen years? wanting to make you feel good? you? the girl cameron cade pinched and tripped and plucked and shoved and teased and mocked . . . currently being forced to take the entirety of his curvy cock.
thwack thwack thwack! seemingly, all those years of unnecessary mistreatment has . . . gone out the window. faded out into nothing. to darkness with each thwack thwack thwack. how could you still be upset when this was the outcome? frankly, you’d experience it all over again if it meant having cameron cade’s dick so far up your pussy — it was a miracle to be so incredibly lengthy and girthy and know just how to use it . . . shining pearls of wetness bubble over his happy trail and pubes.
shlap shlap shlap! “you-you’re being . . . so . . . rough!” huffing, puffing. and cameron doesn’t take that as a cry to stop. he doesn’t even ease up. again, your arm swings back to try and stop his mean ramming, but he just forces you away — changing his mind, cameron clutched a hand around your bicep, which made fucking you that much smoother.
“nuh-uh. stay here,” he chokes out, “you got it. you got it. you got it.” cameron’s voice significantly pitches and he’s so into it that he doesn’t even realize that you’re squirming . . . yet splashing and dribbling juices over your pretty, velvety ballet flats.
with the other hand, he lets go of your wobbly hip and grips the front of your neck, snatching you into his torso— “ahhn-gh~!” —so beefy. and so insanely sweaty.
plapplapplap! plap . . . plap . . . plap . . . cameron’s slowing down just so he could pant mumble in your ear, rude and annoyingly, “anyone fuckin’ this at home? hmm? who better? me or him? say th’ truth” he’s such a boy. you swallow thickly despite having an awfully dry throat, voice all raspy and strained for the very obvious reason: “nno,” you hiccuped.
cameron hums and leans his head in. like he didn’t hear you the first time. “no h-him.” and cameron feels butterflies. for a reason he can’t yet pinpoint. with a sly smile, “yea’?” well . . . this just got far more intimate. you’re nodding against him, cunt leaking a bunch more — even with sluggish, mindful plunges, he was still so deep. so so deep. sooooo deep. he didn’t have to try. he just was. that. big. and fat. for no reason at all. small amounts of slippery arousal that oozed from his tip painted your cervix.
“mggh~!” and his pace has quickened. the cannon could practically taste his oncoming load. cameron drawls, “ohhhh fucccccck,” listening to the way your gooey pussy peels away from his soaked thighs; a slich slich slich! clicky noise as he sinks back into your ribbed, silken walls. his eyes snap shut and both of his hot hands grab onto your shoulders.
with unbelievable power, cameron is banging you backbackback onto his cock. “fnh-hnnnh! cam- fucc-ah!!” and he continues to grunt out curses, knees starting to buckle. the way your pussy slurps him in, ass clapping at his pelvis, you’re short-circuiting: tearing and drooling and squirting a-fucking-gain. he keeps at it; taking you upupup to that orgasm cliff and harshly bringing you back down.
“‘m bouta busss~” cameron chortles, tugging and slamming you back and forth, just jackhammering without a single care in the world. filthy words leave his mouth, ones he could never imagine saying to you if he weren't so gone and not so damn pussy whipped. “mmm-righ’there. uurrgh!” his chest’s ballooning and you could feel how fast his heart’s beating from his palms, how careless he’s becoming from his strenuous efforts.
tongue lolled out like some stupid doll, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before. ever. and after this evening, would you ever get this back? this dick? probably not. a new bar’s been impossibly set. cameron’s ruined everything for the next man —
GASP. there’s an explosion: “hnnht!” and another sticky spurt: “hnht!” and another splash: “fuck!” syrupy ribbons of sweltry white seed trickles from your walls. to cameron, it feels like the winds been knocked right outta him. and you . . . you are suffocating. roasting from the inside out. he keeps his arms around you, worried he may collapse.
adonis is going to kill you. cameron first.
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ hello. it is currently 4:40am edt (the birds are chirping) and this took approximately 2days. i have genuinely been busy with my summer career class, job, & trying to make time for personal relationships. i do get creative writing ideas often, but i’ve been lacking the brain power to push forward. i have NAAWT dropped from the ‘tyriq withers’ wagon. i’m still at the party literally. + wondering what else i could share with this univerrssseeee!!!!!
Summary: Brendon is mesmerized when he sees his wife's new dress.
Content and warnings: Penetration, begging, a bit of brattiness? Cute date, Brendon being a lover boy. Oh, and cursing! WC: 700+
“What do you think?” you asked with a giddy smile and a slight bounce. You spun to give Brendon a better view.
It had taken almost a week, but you’d finally found the perfect sundress for your date at the museum.
Ditsy pink rosebuds and peonies were scattered across the white background of the nearly calf-length dress.
The halter top fit so delicately and landed right just under your neckline. The dress fits so well around your figure.
The pins in your hair acted right today, too! Your updo is sitting behind your headband perfectly.
One look from Brendon let you know he absolutely agreed; the arousal in his eyes was clear.
He walked you back against your bedroom wall before saying with a smile, “You look gorgeous in florals.”
You flushed and said, “Thank you, honey-” he dropped to his knees and tugged the front of your dress over his head.
You felt him slowly remove your panties before licking a stripe up your pussy.
The moan you let out was music to his ears as he palmed himself through his pants.
It was insane. The way he could unravel you with just a few flicks of the tongue. Stars shone behind your eyelids as you continued to mewl and whine.
He held you against the wall as you leaned your head back with a gasp. You were brought to the brink of your orgasm and quickly thrown over the edge.
Your legs shook, and you moaned out breathlessly, “Bren”.
He sat up, pulling your dress down before smoothing it and wiping his lips. Your arousal coated his mouth.
You hadn’t even noticed he’d also cum, too distracted by the pleasure.
It wasn’t until he said, while starting to walk away, “I have to go change my pants, baby, but honestly, you’re making me hard again,” he said without an ounce of embarrassment and all the nerve of a guy who’d make his partner cum with only his mouth.
“Ready to go?” Brendon asked coolly while pulling your dress down and pocketing your panties after he’d returned, “With traffic, we’ll be a little late,” he finished off.
“My underwear-” you were shushed. Actually shushed. He smiled teasingly.
You balked before he pecked your lips and stepped back to look at you. Your eyes no longer brimmed with tears, and your lip liner had been reapplied.
Anyone looking at you would be none the wiser of what just happened moments ago.
You nodded with a slightly dazed but happy smile and grabbed his hand; the two of you got into his Bentley and made your way to the Pittsburgh museum.
Truthfully, you and Brendon were both ready to go home. You more than him. The museum was fun, but the day’s earlier antics had you frustrated, needing more.
It had shown in the way you’d snapped at Brendon for telling you, and not asking about where to get food.
Or, when you’d rolled your eyes at him telling you to stop being a brat.
Which is exactly why you were folded in half, legs nearly touching your ears, in his slightly cramped backseat, and you’d lost track of time.
Your sundress sat abandoned on the console, along with your white sandals thrown somewhere.
All he’d told you before beginning to thrust into you was,” As much as I love your dress, sweetheart, you better take that off before I tear it off.”
“Hnngh- fuck- Brendon, I can’t-” you moaned loudly.
“You’re not tapping out on me now, are you, baby?” he responded with a groan in his voice. “Are you gonna be quiet this time?” he asked sultrily.
Not wanting him to stop, you begged, “Please keep going, I promise I’ll be quiet.”
You let out a string of curses and mumbled pleas once he began to twist his hips in the way sure to make you cum.
He could feel himself nearing the edge as well. But he always made sure you came first. But it would be of no use if the two of you were caught.
As much as he loves your noises, he pulled your panties from earlier from his back pocket and stuffed them in your mouth.
Moaning around them, you felt yourself starting to orgasm. Your body began to shake from the immense pleasure, and your vision started to turn white.
“You had all that attitude in the museum, hm? You just needed me to fuck you, huh- Fuck, you feel amazing, baby.” he thrusted with more intention, hitting your sweet spot, making your back arch.
He looked down and saw a creamy ring connecting the two of you, which triggered his orgasm.
You could feel his cum shooting into you, which led you to let out a louder moan. Your body finally settled down, and he caged you in.
“Next time, we stay home,” you said, taking a breathy laugh.
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