Sunny & Mary

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[thelove-rs]

STOP THINKING THERE IS A DEADLINE. THERE IS NO DEADLINE. TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TAKE YOUR TIME.

[conor-x-deactivated20230126]

Mood.

[lovesunnyandmary]

[thequietachiever]

When you call her a good girl and she deep throats it deeper 🫠🥵

[lovesunnyandmary]

[empty-sigh]

[kendymaycry]

when you’re whining and about how deep his cock is and each thrust is practically knocking the wind out of you yet somehow he can find more space to go even deeper plunging so deep inside of you that it really does steal your breath completely

[lovesunnyandmary]

[aaliyahsources]

Aaliyah as Queen Akasha (Queen of the Damned, 2002)

[lil-petgrl]

shy girls are cute. one minute they're hiding their face, the next they're spreading their cunt begging you to fuck them.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

The reader having an office fling with Erik/Work Hubby

Warnings: SMUT

It’s gonna be two parts because it’s really long and detailed to start. LIKE & REBLOG

**RE UPLOAD**

You wake up on a Monday morning after enjoying your short weekend to start another 9-5 workweek. Even though a part of you wished that you could work from home another part of you wanted to go into the office so you could see Erik. Your work boyfriend. On Saturday you got your hair done in some knotless box braids, went to the spa, and did a little bit of shopping for some new office attire. Today you decided to wear some of that office attire. Nude wrap skirt, a mauve colored wrap top with bell sleeves and some So Kate pumps in a nude color. Your boyfriend and Erik shared the same name but instead, your boyfriend’s name was spelled with a “C”, not a “K”. That boyfriend in question was a personal trainer and vlogger who traveled to try different restaurants mainly in Cali and NYC. He took a two week trip to NYC with a group of his guy friends. You were used to it and grew not to care so much about it. He was living his life to the fullest.

But were you living your life?

Working as a Secretary for an Environmental Technology company that makes billions of dollars gave excellent pay. The money is good but the only thing to look forward to is your gossiping friend Regina who sat in a cubicle directly next to you and Erik, the Lead Environmental Engineer who was also a Biomedical Engineer. He’s charming, witty, mesmerizing, attractive, hardworking, can be very headstrong at times, loves ramen, and has a cat named Paws. Erik with the “K” has you blushing whenever he locked eyes with you, stuttering while you both have random conversations during tea and coffee breaks, texted you funny memes during meetings when you were supposed to be taking notes, instant messages you from his cubicle computer to bug you saying things like:

-Wyd big head?

-Did Eric with the “C” see you leave the house today in that short ass skirt?

-Connie keeps talking to me with her funky ass breath. Help me 🥺.

-So, when are you going to boss up and get an office? I wanna be next to my work bae.

-You wanna get lunch together? My treat. It’s a surprise.

-I know you and Regina are gossiping about me 😌.

-I missed you after work yesterday. 

He’s also the reason why you stayed later on Wednesday and Thursday nights. You would help him brainstorm ideas about improving pollution and what he should say in his speech about global issues such as climate change. He even asked you if you wanted to come with him to Alaska to test the water there but you hadn’t given him an answer yet. You really really wanted to but being alone with Erik wasn’t such a good idea. You were afraid to be in another location besides LA with him for reasons you’d rather not admit to.

After making Erik and yourself an egg white and veggie omelet with a Belgian waffle you headed out the door and to your Prius. Arriving at the office on time, you badge in and take the lobby elevators up to the fifth floor. Stepping off of the crowded elevator, you walk towards the newly decorated staff lounge to put away the food. It was 8:25 am and Erik wouldn’t be in for another ten to fifteen minutes. The lounge had Dunkin Donuts laid out and freshly brewed coffee. You fought the temptation of grabbing a chocolate glazed donut to go to your cubicle and boot your Mac desktop computer so you could check your company email. You said Goodmorning as you walked by. Regina was playing Candy Crush on her cell when you arrived.

“Goodmorning, Gina.” You placed your Chanel bag behind the desktop computer in your cubicle.

“Morning, sis,” Regina tapped away on her phone, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Better this time around, yes,” You flipped your box braids over your shoulder while leaning back in your office chair to talk to Regina, “I haven’t heard from Eric all weekend.”

“Which one?”

You pursed your lips, “You know which one.”

She laughs, “Erik with the C. What’s up with that?”

You shrug, “Don’t know and don’t care. He acts like he can’t answer my calls or texts so I can check up on him so I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.”

Regina gave you a knowing look, “I’m sure you and Erik with the K, aka Captain Planet, texted his work bae, Miss Y/N, all weekend long.”

You bite your bottom lip to fight a goofy smile.

“See,” Regina crosses her dark chocolate legs, “he’s not just your work bae. He’s Daddy.”

“Stop!” You throw a pen at her chest, before lowering your voice, “Erik and I are not having sex, Gina. We may flirt and text outside of work-“

“And during work hours,” Regina interjected.

“Like I said, we are not having sex-“

“Who’s not having sex?”

Regina and your head turned to stare up at Erik Stevens. He had his briefcase in one hand and a black coffee with extra brown sugar in his other hand. Tailored suit colored navy blue with gold cuff links. Burberry dress shoes on his feet. Vintage gold-plated oval eyeglasses over his onyx eyes. He gave Regina and you a teasing smile. The smile where he raised one corner of his mouth to reveal a single deep dimple.

“Y/N,” Regina answered with wide playful eyes.

“Oh?” Erik gave Y/N a mournful look, “Damn, ma. That’s too bad.”

You glare at them both, “I will ignore both of y’all the rest of the day if you keep fucking with me.”

You got up from your seat, pushing in your chair, and tried your best to ignore the snickering from them both. Walking away, Erik was right on your tail, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder to stop you.

“Calm down, it’s all jokes,” he licks his full lips, “But seriously…no sex between you and your man?”

Groaning, you walk into the lounge to grab the food.

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“Because I’m concerned,” Erik turned his back to lean against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You place his food inside the microwave to heat, “I know. It’s just embarrassing, Erik.”

Erik grabs your chin to make you stare at him instead of the microwave, “Don’t even give me that excuse. Remember, we shared a lot of embarrassing stories in this office after hours.”

How could you forget?

“Yeah…it’s boring, Erik. I’m sure you’re having the best sex of your life in your fancy penthouse. Probably having orgies with models and actresses. They love a sweet and caring guy,” Y/N said sarcastically.

Erik’s tongue grazes the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, “Why orgies specifically?”

“Is that all you focused on?!!” You shove him before taking his food out, “gosh, I hate you.”

Erik takes a swig of his coffee, “which is girl code for gosh, I love you,”

You shook your head with a grin, “leave me alone.”

“Which means, give me attention,” Erik grabs both of your shoulders, before bringing his head around to plant a kiss on your cheek, “I know y’all female dictionary like the back of my hand.”

Your head turned to face him after his lips caressed your cheek. Now, that area was warm and ticklish. Erik grabs his food and walks over to one of the tables. That gave you some time to breathe and heat your food as a distraction. Why did he have to kiss you? It’s not like he’s never done it before but every time he did it, Erik made you melt and wish it were your lips instead.

“You make some bomb food, girl. I think I’m jealous of Eric with a C.”

“Says the guy who makes the best shrimp and grits I have ever tasted besides my grandma,” you take a seat in front of him. While you ate you watched him cut into his waffle covered in syrup. His long lashes curled each time he blinked and his lips were so pouty and kissable whenever he concentrates the way he does. You felt like a schoolgirl watching him eat.

“So,” Erik chews his food some more before talking, “Alaska.”

“What about it?” You play it off by cutting your omelet up.

“Y/N,” Erik raised his brow at you, “You know about Alaska this is my fourth time bringing it up.”

“When is it?”

“In a month,” Erik takes a swig of his coffee to wash down his food before leaning forward on his elbows to make you look at him, “it’s gonna be for a week, all paid for, a mini-vacay with skiing, Matanuska Glacier walk, and lunch, helicopter tour, cozy cabin…”

Erik tilted his head at you and smiled. You looked down at your food bashfully. It all sounded so tempting. You would love to go…

“I don’t know, Erik,” you shake your head, “Eric will be home and-“

“How many trips does he take leaving you home?”

“More than I can count,” you reply shamefully.

“Exactly. I ain’t tryna overstep but…” Erik left it at that and went back to his food. You slouch in your chair deep in thought. Erik has a point. Your boyfriend traveled whenever he pleased and didn’t even ask how you felt about it once. You respected that he wanted to drop his career as a teacher to travel, eat, and vlog. Not once did he suggest taking you on one of his food journeys. You honestly felt left out.

You deserve some fun too.

Moving your food around with your fork, you finally come to a decision.

“I’ll go.” You spoke softly as if you couldn’t believe you’d just agreed to it.

“Seriously?” Erik asked with his eyes unblinking and on yours.

“Yes,” you let out a breath, “I’ll go to Alaska and have some fun for once. I haven’t been out of town in so long it’ll feel good to go.”

Alaska with Erik Stevens. For an entire week. Just you and him. Your knees shook under the table.

“See,” he smirked while stabbing a piece of omelet with his fork, “It’s crazy how I had to ask your ass four times total to come with me.”

“Why is that crazy?” You asked with a laugh.

“Because it never takes a woman this long to say yes to me,” he says in a very boastful manner.

“I’m not your woman though,” you say before you could even stop yourself.

“You are my woman,” Erik rested his tongue on his upper lip before grinning, “just at work and without the sex, kissing, taking showers together-“

“Okay, you made your point, boyfriend.” You stop him before he continued.

“Does Eric know about me?”

“A little,” you look towards the ceiling, “ he’d probably cancel all his travel plans if he knew how you looked.”

Erik bit into his bottom lip, “how do I look, Y/N?”

“Fine as hell,” you giggle as if you were drunk, “He already thinks he’s the finest thing walking.”

“That’s your man though,” Erik chuckles, “You think he’s fine, right?”

“I mean, yeah, of course.”

Both of you laugh.

“I swear,” you wave him away, “you play too much.”

“Don’t make me steal you away from him.” Erik laughed. His laugh made your stomach do summer salts.

“Okay, Erik,” you speak in a dismissive tone.

“I mean, I could though.”

“Why do you insist on playing?! If I was single-“

“You would be mine,” Erik finished.

“You can have any woman you want. Why me?”

Erik scanned your body at that table, “Really? What you mean? Have you seen yourself, ma?”

“Stop,” you giggle. He can’t be serious. Erik is a flirt but why on earth would he play like this?

“You always think a nigga playing when I say that shit.” He sounded offended. You didn’t have a reply for that. Avoiding his intense eyes you finished your food while Erik closed his empty container and placed it on the counter next to the thermal lunch bag you brought the food in.

“Aight let me get to my desk,” he grabs his coffee and walked up towards you. Erik moves your box braids from your shoulder before grabbing the back of your neck gently. The feel of his smooth fingertips on your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck and arms rise.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

You blush with a mouth full of food, “Okay, I’ll see you later too, baby.”

His fingers left your neck and combed through your box braids before he walked away and out of the lounge. You were so preoccupied with his fingers on the back of your neck and in your hair that you lost your appetite.

——

You stood at Regina’s cubicle halfway listening to her speak and the other half focusing on Erik in his office. He looked bored as hell. Your eyes watched him ball up random printer paper from his fax machine to shoot into his document waste basketball hoop that he had in the corner near the door. He made it perfectly every time. Erik had the coolest office out of all the other Environmental Engineers. Besides the typical Newton’s Cradle pendulum balls that’s a famous desk accessory, he had a tropical tabletop fountain, stress relief visual illusion toys, stainless steel pin art hand mold, darts, a Rubik’s cube, Nintendo switch, and many other cool and fun shit.

“Girl,” Regina said chewing on a granola bar, “You’re not even paying attention to me.”

“I am,” You allow your eyes to fall on her accusatory ones, “I’m just…looking around.”

“No,” Regina puts up a hand to stop you, “You’re looking at Erik.”

Both Regina and yourself look over at him, spotting Erik walking back and forth now with his suit jacket removed and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. He was finger juggling a pen with his right hand while speaking into a Bluetooth in his ear.

“You might as well let him ruin you, Y/N,” Regina says with a whisper.

“Oh my God, Gina,” you stomp across the carpeted floor in your pumps before taking your seat again to finish organizing in Microsoft Excel.

“He could flirt with any other woman in here. Connie, Demetria, Anita, Nicole, any of those chicks, but he chooses you. Why is that, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Gina, enlighten me,” You roll your eyes.

“No need. You already know. Erik is feeling you, heavy baby. Heavy like that ass in that skirt that we both know you purposefully wore today to make him look.”

“OKAY.” You stop her with an abrupt tone, “Fine. Yes, Gina. Yes, I know Erik is feeling me. But I am in a relationship and I can’t just-“

“Heffa, please,” Regina laughs, “don’t even try that shit with me. You are feeling him just the same. You and Eric with the C don’t even exist when you walk in here. It’s obvious you don’t want to be with that man anymore and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is fucking some chick in NYC and secretly taking her on his little food quests. You can look at me like that all you want but deep down you know I’m speaking facts.”

“Gina,” you speak with a warning, “I will throw this stapler at your head next.”

“Won’t. Change. The. Truth,” Regina flips her long ponytail.

A part of you did believe that Eric was cheating on you. It was so obvious at times but you didn’t want it to come to that. You and Eric have been together for about five years. But then again, that shit doesn’t matter. If it did, he would be worried about fixing the relationship instead of traveling for views.

Ping Ping

-Here comes Connie. Let me take a big gulp of air before she walks in here.

Erik instant messaged you. You snicker like a child doing some sneaky shit. He was so damn goofy.

-Damn. Why don’t you just offer her some gum?

-If I do that she’ll know I think her breath stink.

-Just play it cool. Have some sitting out, grab a piece, and offer her a stick. It’s that simple.

-she talks too damn much. Just talk to me about the Alaska job so I can be prepared. That’s why I’m glad you’re coming with me.

You looked up over your cubicle to watch Connie talking animatedly while Erik swivels in his chair from side to side.

Catch my eye.

Onyx met chestnut.

Erik covered his mouth with his fist to hold in his laughter before placing his hand up at Connie, from what it looked like, to reassure her that he wasn’t laughing at what she’d said.

-want me to drag her out of there by that takky blouse?

-Why are you such a gangsta, girl? LOL aight, come handle my light work, ma

-not before I get a hospital mask so I don’t breathe in her toxic fumes. Llab

-😂😂😂😂😂 straight stupid.

You snicker again.

“What is so damn funny?” Regina peered over at you with curious eyes.

“Just IM with Erik,” you bite the gel acrylic on your thumb nail to smother your giggles, “He can’t stand Connie.”

“Mhm,” Regina smiles, “y’all so damn cute just get married already.”

-she’s gone 😁

-let’s celebrate lol.

Erik sends fireworks through the IM. You send balloons.

-enough about her. I see you 👀

-what’s that?

-you showing off. That attire is hella tight. What you doing with all of that?

-nothing. Lol, why do I have to be doing something?

-I know you wore that for my eyes only. I feel special.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was going down that lane. You weren’t prepared but still, you typed away.

-I figured you would appreciate it since my man wasn’t home to admire it before I left.

-Yo’ nigga got some screws loose because I wouldn’t be away letting my girl walk out the house like that.

-like what?

-with all that ass sitting in that skirt.

-can’t help that I have a lot to work with.

-ain’t no problem for me. If you were fucking with me Y/N I’d make you forget your name. Real talk.

You crossed your legs under the desk and rubbed the back of your neck. If he fucking bitches to make them forget their identities then that means his dick really ain’t nothing to play with.

-nothing to say huh?

-I’m just thinking.

-about what? Talk to me.

-why you really want me to come to Alaska with you.

-😌

-well? You’re gonna tell me why?

-Because I want you to myself.

-So I can show you something you’ve been missing.

-Eric ain’t putting it down on my work bae like he should be.

You were so damn nervous. Day by day Erik would grow more frustrated with Eric and your situation. Like Regina said, just let Erik ruin you. It’s a shame to say that you haven’t had sex in about a month. It was just you, your fingers, and your favorite vibrator. It could be Erik, his fingers, his dick, his mouth, and multiple orgasms.

-He’s not. It’s been too long. ☹️

-You ain’t gotta tell me how long. I can see it in your body language.

You twirl a braid in your hand. Looking away from your computer, you try to be discreet, bringing your eyes to peer over the top of your cubicle into Erik’s office. He was drinking a bottle of water while his eyes concentrated on the computer screen with knitted brows. He placed his bottle on the desk and leaned in, typing again.

Ping ping

-Don’t ignore me before I walk over there.

-ooooo I’m scared.

-Aight, bet. I’m coming.

-I want you to think long and hard about that, Stevens.

You were flustered, wet, shaken up that he wanted to “show you” what you’ve been missing, and willing to risk it all if he left his office space to come to talk to you.

-that’s what she said. 😈

You chuckle. He could turn any topic into sex.

“Hey, Erik,”

You look up to find him standing next to your cubicle while Regina looked at the both of you with interest. You stand from your seat, ready to get yourself some water but Erik has your shoulders.

“Where you going?” His husky voice tickled your ear.

“For some water.”

Erik starts massaging your shoulders lightly.

“Can I come with you? I need to stretch my legs.”

“Whatever, I don’t care.” You lead the way.

But you did care. You wondered what he was up to. Now that you walked ahead of him with that very tight wrap skirt on you felt exposed like he has x-ray vision and can see your phat dimpled cheeks bounce and sway. Thank God for an empty lounge. You walk over to the fountain, grabbing a cup, and Erik was right on your side, holding the tap down for you. Your cheeks poke out to hide your blush.

“Thank you,” you speak softly. His eyes were intent on you. Not once did you give in and look his way while drinking that ice-cold water. Suddenly unable to breathe you back up a little to make some space between you two. Erik followed with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Don’t you have a ton of work to do?” You ask to try and divert the attention away from you. Too late. Erik was determined to make you weak in front of him.

“I do but we have a long day, ma. I’ll get it done. I just couldn’t stand being away from my work bae.”

You rub your fingers along the wet cup, “I’m convinced now that you only come to work to be near me.”

“I’m cool with that,” He shrugs, “I could be a whole lot of things if it wasn’t for your man who’s supposed to be home with you.”

“He’ll be back-“

“And then he’ll be gone again,” Erik let’s out a sigh, “We’re playing too many games, Y/N. I’m tired of the flirting back and forth when I know you really want me. Stop coming in here to impress me with these bomb-ass outfits. I’ve been impressed for over a year now.”

Erik closed the space between you both, pressing his chest against your fuller one. You look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming and when the coast was clear you focused your heated gaze on him.

“I’m tryna undress you with my fucking hands, not my eyes.” Erik takes his fingers to play with the bow of your wrap skirt, “You feel what I’m saying?”

You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were to busy admiring this gorgeous man who wanted to fuck you. His inviting eyes saw exactly what you wanted. A long, hard, fuck. Taking his fingers, Erik grabs your chin delicately to stroke. He made you feel so precious and desired.

“So, can I do that?” Erik asked with his lips kissing along your jawline. Your eyes landed on the door to check it and still, no one was there.

“Can I take care of you, ma?”

Yes.

You had this look in your eyes, this look that said, please, Daddy, come fuck me. He smelled so damn good. So invigorating and moisturizing. You could make out a hint of exotic arabica coffee and coconut oil on the skin of his neck.

“No,” you lick your upper lip, “No, you can’t.”

His lips found yours. He swallowed that no with his full lips and tongue. Both of you knew that your answer was disbelieving when your hands came up to wrap around his neck. That was a green light for Erik. His hands came around your waist, and then down to cup your ass. He would alternate between rubbing your spine and making your cheeks bounce in his hands. Erik rests his chin on your shoulder so he could peer behind you to watch his hands squeezing all that ass on you. He would let it go and watch it bounce before slapping it lightly so he wouldn’t make a lot of noise. You felt your heart in your throat. Now, his crotch was pressed into yours. Long and hard indeed. Let’s not forget thick.

“You free tonight?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yeah,” you could feel him lifting you from the floor to sit your bottom on the counter. He was between your legs while your hands reach for his tie to tug on. It distracted you from being so nervous. His hands rested on your exposed upper thighs rubbing your warm skin in slow circles to sooth you. All he was doing was killing you. His touch was so soft and gentle but under all of that was a rough dominating grasp that you yearned for

You weren’t sure which throbbing you wanted to quiet more—the throbbing between your legs or the throbbing from your heartbeat against your chest. All those daydreams about rubbing your swollen pussy lips all over Erik’s face until you came. Now that the both of you crossed yet another line——the touching and kissing line, there was no telling what would happen next. Sex after hours in the office on his desk? Walks to the parking lot only to fuck in the back seat of his car? Happy hour on Friday evenings only to get drunk and have sex at his penthouse? 

“Can I come over to keep you company?” 

“I don’t know, E. This office fling situation can fuck with both of our jobs.” You nibble on your bottom lip the second his lips came into contact with your throat. 

“Nobody gotta know,” his plush lips sought out yours again, “It can be our little secret, baby.” 

“But what if someone does find out?”

“It won’t happen like that, trust me,” Erik grabs your hand to rest against his crotch. Erik was swelled to cum-inspiring proportions, making you want to finger-fuck yourself with mounting enthusiasm. 

“Damn, Erik.” Now you were thinking about this office fling as a carnal delight after hours. 

“I know, right? Imagine me walking around all day, watching you with these big titties…shapely legs…and round ass…”

You had the body, beauty, and brains. That meant that you seldom went unnoticed; especially not by Erik, your work bae. Your slant eyes and supple body reminded him of a jungle cat that, when tamed, purred like a kitten. He wanted to hear you mewl and whimper in his ear while his dick that was currently twisted and curved in his briefs bounced off the walls of your pussy. He could see the lust in your feline eyes how quickly you noticed his arched appendage. You were probably fantasizing about what wonderful things it could do for your G-spot. 

“Keep looking at me like that and watch I finger-fuck this pussy right here,” Erik’s eyes went down to look at the Apple watch on his wrist, “It’s almost that time to eat. I’m tryna eat something else though…”

“Eat me?” You couldn’t control that slipping from your mouth. 

“Slob on this yummy pussy,” his hand was between your legs now, caressing the outside of your saturated panties, “You gonna feed me?”

“Where?” You whisper.

“Shit, we can go to my car for lunch. I got tinted windows.” Erik was desperate to slide his tongue inside you. 

“Erik, this is crazy.” You laugh faintly before he took your face into his hands, gazed into your eyes, and kissed you so urgently it felt as if you were floating away. You could think of nothing else but how good he made you feel. Erik explores your mouth with his tongue, not wanting you to miss an inch of how skilled he was using his mouth. 

“You’ll be begging me to make this pussy feel good in a minute.”

You were relentless with your hands squeezing the weight of Erik’s curved erection in his black slacks. You really wanted to untuck his dress shirt, get down on your knees, and suck him with a wide-open mouth. Keep your mouth as wide-open as was physically possible—anxiously awaiting your reward. 

“Don’t worry babe,” Erik gently pulls your hand away from his crotch, “wait for lunch and you can have me all to yourself, okay?”

———

You waited and waited. As soon as Erik left that lounge to go back to his desk a last-minute meeting was called and of course, you had to attend as well. Everyone got up from their designated spots to head to the conference room. You squeezed into the same elevator cart as Erik, moving to the back so you could be near him. On purpose, you settle in front of him. Erik’s hand reached out to play with your thick ass while you focused on your phone. That only lasted for about ten seconds because now you were on the 6th floor. Hungry for his touch again you allow everyone else to leave so he could slap your ass. 

During the hour-long meeting, both of your eyes would meet and knowing smiles would appear on both of your faces. You didn’t like the fact that Demetria was seated next to him with her cleavage hanging out from her black blazer. She tried her best to make Erik notice her but he didn’t give a fuck about her thirsty actions. 

It was well past lunchtime and most of the office had gone to either the food court in the building or outside to find something different to eat for a change. Your stomach was rumbling waiting for Erik. Groaning, you put your computer to sleep before grabbing your Chanel bag to leave for lunch by yourself. It wasn’t Erik’s fault, you knew that, but you couldn’t help being upset and sexually frustrated. No pussy eating or dick sucking in his G Wagon 550 SUV in a desert silver metallic color. 

Eating alone was boring and lonely. You played with your Caesar salad and hardly even toughed the veggie lasagna. How were you supposed to feed your appetite when it was salivating for dick? You were so excited to finally hook up with Erik. Checking the time on your phone, you had about two hours left in your shift. You pack away the food and decide to save it for dinner tonight. Standing up, you push in the silver chair at the food court table, walking away with a click-clack of your So Kate pumps. You thumb the elevator button before slipping a piece of gum into your mouth. The doors open up and you enter, turning to watch them shut as your reflection appeared. 

Ping ping

Erik -where did you go?

-To lunch. I was hungry.

Erik- Really? Why didn’t you wait for me?

-Because I was STARVING. Plus, you were busy.

Erik- I’m not busy anymore. Where are you now?

-Heading back upstairs.

Erik- I’ll wait for you.

-Erik, I have to go back to work!

Erik- fuck that you know what I want.

DING. Fifth Floor.

“Told you I’ll wait for you,” He smiles at you dangerously. 

You almost swallow your gum the way he approached you. You and him, alone in that elevator. Erik kisses your lips, savoring the minty taste from the gum. He pulled back, taking his thumb to wipe the spit from his bottom lip. He turns around to press the 4th-floor button since that’s were the garage entrance was. Suddenly you were shaking in your pumps. It was really going to happen. Finally, your pussy wouldn’t feel painfully neglected. Finally, you could have the touch of a man on your body after an entire month. 

“Are you okay?” Erik asked while looking down at you. 

“Yeah, I’m cool,” you give him a reassuring smile.

DING. Fourth Floor.

Down a hallway and through the garage door you both went with your hand in Erik’s. You walk along the concrete ground as your ears took in the sounds of sirens and car horns honking in the middle of traffic. His G-Wagon was parked in a private spot. Erik took his keys out of his suit jacket and unlocked it with a click of a button, even started it up as well. You could hear the engine rumble. The large SUV vibrates as the sound of his radio playing blasted through the speakers. Erik opened the back door, reclining the backseats to lay flat like a bed. He takes off his suit jacket, tossing it in the passenger seat before turning to you, lifting you up, and sitting you in the back. 

Once there, you take off your heels and place them far enough away so Erik and you could have plenty of space. Erik sat down, leaning forward to remove his shoes. After that, he unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling it off and balling it up to toss at the front with his suit jacket. He finally turns, crawling his large chiseled body towards you with playful eyes.

“Is that pussy still as wet as it was earlier today? Can I taste that kitty?”

Erik pulled your legs, laying you down on your back. He was on his knees between your legs, opening them wide causing your skirt to lift and bunch around your waist. He came face to face with that phat puss covered in wet fabric. Your voice was stuck in your throat. Erik takes both of his masculine hands to pull down your already saturated panties, spreading open your legs further, and staring at that pink pussy coated with cream. He could smell your scent. His car smelling like your wet pussy. 

“Yeah, this pussy still sloppy,” Erik listened to you purr as he flicked your clit with his thumb. Erik continues to do this while slapping your pussy with his fingers. Each time he slapped your pussy, your juices would build and build to the point of making puddles beneath your ass in his car. 

“Can I stuff this pussy with my fingers now,” Erik licked his thick fingers clean, “I wanna squeeze in there deep, baby girl.” 

“Yes,” Your cunt was starving.

“Good, girl.” 

He plunged first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside your pussy, flickering at your clit at the same time. He was directly over your G spot with the pads of his fingers repeatedly rubbing you there. Your legs went wider and wider. The sound of your succulent pussy increased in such severity that it was almost deafening. Your moans mixed with the sound of The palm of Erik’s hand slapping your cunt each time he finger-fucked you had him grunting and groaning.

“Faster, faster,” You called out while gyrating your hips to fuck his fingers. 

“There you go, fuck my fingers, just like that, get it, baby,” Erik bites his lip, “look at you ready to bust a nut on my hand, mmm, get that shit, baby.”

A rush of juices flooded the back seat. Erik’s eyes grew wide as your fingers tightened around him. That liquid poured each time he moved his fingers inside of you. All you could do was moan and shake beneath him. Your ass was glued to that surface. 

“Damn, Y/N.” Erik takes his fingers out slowly before licking them clean. He got up on his knees to reach into his trunk, bringing a Puma gym bag over towards him. He opened it with his wet hands, pulling out a thick black towel that was wrapped in a body wash. Erik places that towel beneath your ass to soak up your mess. 

“Making a mess in my fucking car.” 

“I’m sorry,” You cover your face with embarrassment, “I do that a lot.”

“Don’t apologize about that, ma, I don’t give a fuck. Keep doing it like that on these fingers. Better yet…do it like that on my tongue,” Erik laid flat on his stomach, “You can squirt in Daddy’s mouth too.” 

Erik began lapping away at your pussy with such zeal that you were squirming and squealing within minutes. With the flat of his tongue, Erik assaulted your pussy with such a lashing that your legs turned to jello. Erik then probed ever so deeply inside your dripping wet pussy with his pointed tongue, tongue-fucking your slot until your eyes rolled up into your head. He found your throbbing, erect clit and tortured you sweetly with licks and nibbles that sent electric charges throughout your entire body. Grabbing your thighs to squeeze, feasting on that syrupy pussy, Erik’s dick dripped pre-cum in anticipation of your walls capturing his dick and holding tight, while he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you. 

“Damn, ma, I’m literally drinking this pussy dry.” 

“You make me feel so good! Make me feel good, Erik.”

Erik’s tongue circled around your pussy. Each time he did that your hips would jerk. He was fighting that pussy back with his lips and tongue each time you pumped your hips. You gazed into his dark, sexy eyes and increased the movement of your hips. 

“Oh, fuck!” Erik wrapped his whole mouth around your pussy and started slurping. All Erik could think about was how good you tasted and the heat radiating from your pussy. 

“Shit tastes so good, girl,” He licked his plate clean, “fuck, look at my dick.”

His shit was twisted and curved to the right in those pants. Erik got on his knees to undo his pants. He let out a long sigh of relief the minute his pants and briefs made it down his thighs, resting at his knees. He sat down and pulled the rest of his clothes off, now he was naked from the waist down. You watch his thick dick jerk in his hand. That dick looked like it could bench press a barbell with how hard he was as Erik slid his hand up and down his burgeoning erection. His dick skyrocketed to its highest capacity causing your mouth to drool. Erik pointed out that dick at your mouth. Doing that caused his slit to open and show you his pre-cum waiting to be sucked out. 

“Come suck me, baby,” His grip was so tight on his dick.

You obeyed every word and sucked him up into your mouth. Damn, Erik was a big boy. So girthy and veiny. Intimidating for sure. His tip blossomed so thickly your lips had a hard time wrapping around it to suck. Erik with a C ain’t have nothing on this dick. A beautiful slab of tasty meat gliding across your tongue and poking the back of your throat. 

“Damn, this is how you do it, ma? You should have warned a nigga first.”

He held the back of your head to guide your mouth lower. Each time he did that, he would grunt and whisper oh, my God, which made you super wet. All you wanted him to do was splatter your mouth with his cum. He was already so close to detonation so you opened up as wide as you could stretch to fill him all the way in. 

“DAYUM!!!” Erik bellowed, “Good girl, don’t waste a fucking drop when I bust in this pretty mouth. Never.”

You graduated from plain old hungry to ravenous. That cum of his sputtering and spurting forth was your reward. The suctioning noise of your hand jerking him empty into your throat mixed with Erik’s deep moans made your pussy convulse around nothing even though you could feel it dripping. You slapped his ever-expanding dick against your tongue. 

“Shit,” Erik looked from his wet dick to your face, “Baby girl, I ain’t cum this hard in a minute from getting head.” 

You plant kisses all over his dick, working yourself up to more sucking, “I can give you more, Daddy.”

“Give me more of that mouth,” Erik played with your braids, “Swallow my shit and lick my balls.”

“Mmm, okay, Daddy.”

Erik’s eyes rolled back when your lips would suck and then pop off his sack. He had to control himself from cumming in your hair. 

“Shit doesn’t make no sense,” Erik looked at you with disbelief before a strangled look filled with passion overtook his features. 

“Fffuckkk!!!” He groaned as he blasted inside your mouth with his sweet, sticky offering. You ran your index finger over your bottom lip to retrieve a dollop of cum. That only left you more famished than before causing you to enthusiastically slurp on his rigid pipe again until it was damn near raw and your pussy was sopping wet. 

“Y/N,” Erik’s fingers were tight in your hair. You tasted a bit of leftover cum from his slit with your hungry tongue. 

Ring Ring 

Erik’s cell was going off. 

“Shit,” He reached into his pants pockets while you jerked his dick. He answered his phone with an annoyed expression. 

“What’s going on, Greg,” Greg was a fellow Environmental Engineer, “What? Right now?” Erik closed his eyes before tossing his head back, “Okay, give me ten minutes.” 

Erik hung up his phone. 

“We gotta go, ma,” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, “Supposedly it’s something urgent about Alaska.” 

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Should I be worried about the trip?”

Erik gave you a soft smile, “Nah, Alaska is happening regardless. Don’t worry, bae, we good.” 

You pulled your skirt down and placed your wet panties in your bag. You watched Erik fasten his belt in place before he opened the back door to let some air in. You rose from the car, Erik helping you put on your pumps before placing you on your feet. Digging into your bag you sprayed yourself with a little of your Chanel No.5, hoping to camouflage the lingering scent of sex. 

Looking in Erik’s rearview mirror, you fix your lipgloss and clothes, everything else good to go. Erik was currently spraying himself down with some Gucci cologne from his Puma gym bag and buttoning his suit jacket. He looked just as crisp as he did when he came in this morning. 

“You still ain’t answer my question, beautiful.” 

“What question,” Erik grabs your hand while the both of you walked back inside.

“Can I keep you company later?” 

You chew on your bottom lip in thought. Eric with the C, your actual boyfriend, might call you later and you didn’t want Erik with the K to be around to raise suspicion. Still, no word from Eric and the longer that happened the more you didn’t give a fuck. 

“Am I pressing too much?” Erik asks with soft eyes.

“No, no,” you reassured him, “I just think it would be better to come to your place instead. That’s all.”

“We can do that,” Erik walked towards you with his body pressed into yours, “Bring an overnight bag. You’re not going back home.”

His lips attacked your throat again, sucking and licking you there.

“I ain’t give my work bae some dick yet so you know I gotta take care of you,” His hands found their way back between your legs and on your sensitive pussy, “You gonna let me do that for you?” He asked huskily.

“Oh, Daddy, please do,” you responded.

————

You got home around 6:30 PM. You showered, finished the rest of your lunch since your appetite for dick was satisfied and drank a little bit of red wine. 

Surprised, shocked, nervous, you decided to wear a black velour tracksuit with your Fenty slides to Erik’s place and packed away everything else you needed on a faux fur tote bag. Phone sitting on the charger, you go to check it since you received a few notifications since coming home.

Eric with the C.

Eric- I’m alright. Sorry for the lack of communication. Really busy.

-that’s okay. Be safe.

He didn’t respond back. 

No I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you, nothing. 

Luckily the picture Erik sent to you made up for that. It was a shower picture. From his broad shoulders down to his well-knit waist with that v cut covered in soap and water. You had the urge to satisfy the cries leaking from your pussy at the moment. You had half the mind to pull your pants down and finger-fuck your pussy into multiple orgasms leaving your slit covered in sticky cum for him to find. How dare he tease you like that? Since you were spending the night you can look forward to shower with him. This entire fling had your skin tingling. Your fingers scrolled down to read the texts he left you. You really wished you hadn’t because now you were whimpering. 

Erik- Can’t wait for you to put that work in for Daddy.

Erik- where you at? I’m tryna put this thang in your gut.

Erik- want me to come to get you?

He was blowing you up. Eric with the C never did this.

-Hey, sorry, I was getting my things together. You don’t have to pick me up.

HONK HONK. 

Erik- too late. 

You walk to your living room to find Erik parked outside. He was typing away on his phone. 

Ping Ping 

Erik- Stop making me wait, girl. 

You grab your bag, phone, and keys before locking up and leaving. Walking down your cobblestone trail, Erik hops out of his car, walking around to meet you. He was wearing a black Burberry ribbed beanie with a Pyer Moss color block Reebok windbreaker tracksuit on and the same brand of shoes on his feet. He tongued you down before taking your bag to place in the back seat that was now cleaned and placed normally. Erik opened your door to help you up inside before shutting it to return to the driver’s side. You watched him walk all the way around and get inside with sultry eyes. With his hand on your upper thigh, he drove off and towards his Penthouse.

[lovesunnyandmary]

That's daddy right there mmm

[scatterbrainmathmatics]

[raysul454]

Omar Miller appreciation post .. he deserves more love for his Sinners performance!

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

CORNELIUS!!!!

[mstgsmy66]

[justsayfkit]

be romantic and dirty w me

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

“Ain’t nobody ever fucked you like this…made you cream like this…” he kissed along her jaw, voice low and filthy. “Nah…they was playin’ wit’ it, wasn’t they baby? Huh? Daddy got you…”

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Whew LAWD!

[lovesunnyandmary]

[kumkaniudaku]

And then you can’t even say shit about bc people start trying to put you in a jacket and shit. Like omg it’s so strict???

[mtcloudsworld]

Alright I have a crazy request a smut with dick and black fem reader maybe she’s a new titan’s member and they’ve been attracted to each other for a while crazy sexual attraction but never crossed the line until one day dick goes to her to get stitch up and they finally give in, make it as nasty as you want him spanking her, choking, her riding him, both receiving oral 🫣

Please 😘❤️

𝒜 ℋ𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 : +𝟷𝟾 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘.ᐟ𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑠.ᐟ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ) 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑑𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦.ᐟ

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 : I feel so bad...I went on a totally different route with this one and didn't even realize it until I got to the end. So, I apologize in advance if you don't like it. I can understand if this wasn't really meeting the vibe 😞🙏🏾 nonetheless, like, comment, reblog ── 𝜗𝜚

𝒲𝒞 : 𝟒𝟕𝟏𝟓

He was stubborn.

Like, really stubborn — and you knew that better than anyone.

The fight had left him bloody and bruised, knuckles split, ribs aching with every breath. He should’ve been home, sprawled on his couch, icing the damage and pretending it didn’t hurt.

But that wasn’t him.

He didn’t care about any of that, what mattered was making his way back home to you in one piece.

The thought of you always managing to be a safe place when the world turns ugly. His personal nurse, his calm in the storm. That was what pulled him forward, step after step, even when his body begged him to stop.

By the time he reached your door, the night was quiet, heavy with the kind of silence that made every sound sharper. He stood there, shoulders tense, breath uneven, staring at the wood grain like it might give him courage. Logic told him to turn back, to let you sleep, to deal with the mess on his own. But logic never really factored in when it came to you, his little safe house.

He raised his hand, hesitated, then knocked. Just once. Enough to announce himself, not enough to wake the whole building. And then he waited, heart pounding harder than it had in the fight an hour ago.

Because for him, all he wanted was for you to look at him as if he wasn't a wreck. To feel your presence soften the edges of his chaos, and make the noise fade out until all that was left was you.

He wanted that more than anything right now. And maybe then some. However he wouldn’t say that all out loud, not yet. But standing here at your doorstep in the middle of the night, battered and unashamed, said enough to get your blood boiling.

“Seriously?” you deadpanned the second the door swung open, your eyes scanning him from head to toe. Cut on his brow. Bruises blooming across his jaw. Knuckles raw and bloody─ the whole mess was laid out in front of you like a fucking map.

He just gave you that crooked smile, invasive and unapologetic, like he hadn’t just walked away from a total disaster. “Hey. How’s it going?”

You stared at him, unimpressed, arms crossing over your chest like a mother scolding her child. “How’s it going? You look like you got dragged through a brick wall.”

He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe like it was no big deal. “Eh, you should've seen the other guy.”

Your sigh was sharp, heavy with disbelief. Rolling your eyes, you stepped aside, gesturing him in with a flick of your hand. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Stubborn, maybe,” he said, brushing past you with that same grin, shoulders brushing yours as he moved inside. He glanced back over his shoulder, grin widening. “But unbelievable? I’ll take that.”

You shut the door behind him, crossed your arms and shook your head at him, watching as he limped toward the couch. “You know, most people would go home after something like this,” You state smartly. “Rest. Sleep. Not just show up at someone’s doorstep looking like a cautionary sign.”

“Yeah, well...most people aren’t me, sweetheart.” he shot back, dropping onto the cushions with a groan. “Besides, I figured you’d have the good ice packs by now.”

You grabbed one from the freezer, tossing it at him before going over to the hallway closet to retrieve the med kit. “You’re lucky I care enough to keep them stocked.”

He pressed it to his jaw, wincing. “See? I knew you’d come through.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, sitting down beside him.

And of course you were worried about him.

You couldn’t help it—you asked questions, threw in a few lectures in between bandaging him, and even went as far as to hit him with, “Well, did you at least win?”

Because honestly, what was the point of all this if he got his ass handed to him?

“Well, yeah, of course I did—ah, shit, baby—” he hissed when you pressed the ice pack a little bit higher on his cheek. His hand sliding over yours, holding it there like he needed the anchor. “Guy nearly took me out with a fucking bat.”

You gave him a look, muttering as you tapped the gauze to his side. “Luckily he didn’t. Otherwise I’d have to kick his ass myself.”

He smirked, though it was weak. “You wouldn’t.”

“Why wouldn't I?” you shot back, raising a brow.

He sighed, the kind of heavy sigh that carried more weight than he wanted to admit. “I wouldn’t want you involved. I wouldn’t want you dragged into my mess.”

You paused, lowering your hand from cleaning his brow, meeting his eyes with a kind of seriousness he couldn’t brush off. “You know you don’t always have to manage everything on your own?”

He looked away, jaw tightening like he was trying to swallow the thought. “It’s easier if I do.”

“Easier?” you scoffed, shaking your head. “You’re sitting here bruised and bleeding. That doesn’t look easier to me.”

He gave a half‑smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Doesn’t mean you should,” you countered, voice softening as you now start to clean up his left hand and bandaging it. “You’ve got plenty of people who care about you. You’ve got me. The titans. Bruce…you don’t have to keep acting like you’re the only one who can carry all this.”

He stilled for a moment, his hand tightening just a slight around yours, allowing you to wrap the bandage over his knuckles. When his eyes finally lifted to meet yours, the usual stubborn edge in them soon slipped away. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me,” he said, voice low, gaze flickering across your face.

You let out a soft sigh, glancing up from his freshly bandaged hand to his face. Reaching out, you brushed a loose strand of hair away. “And I don’t want you getting hurt just because you’re too stubborn to ask for help,” you said quietly. “You don’t have to prove anything. Not to me at least.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that said more than words could. The faint hum of the TV filled the background, but all he could focus on was you—your steady hands, your calm voice, the way you made the chaos feel a little less heavy.

He smirked faintly. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile tugging at your lips. “You’d be surprised.”

He leaned back against the couch, ice pack still pressed to his cheek, watching you with that half‑grin that always made it hard to stay annoyed. “Guess I should get into fights more often if it means you’ll patch me up like this.”

“Don’t even joke like that,” you shot back, tightening the bandage around his other hand. “You’re already a handful without adding hospital visits to the list.”

He chuckled, wincing when the laugh pulled at his side. “Fair point.”

You sat back at last, the tension in your shoulders easing as your hands fell into your lap. For a moment, you just studied him—taking in the way he slouched against the couch, the ice pack pressed lazily to his cheek, the faint stubborn set of his jaw even through the bruises. He looked worn down, but still himself, still carrying that crooked resilience you knew too well.

“There’s still some clothes you left in my closet from last week,” you murmured, voice softer now, almost hesitant. “If you wanna change.”

His eyes flicked toward you, a small nod following as he pushed himself upright with a wince. The movement was slow, careful, but determined. “Appreciate it,” he said, the words simple but weighted, like he meant more than he was letting on.

“Of course,” you replied, just as quiet, already reaching for the scattered mess of bandages and ice packs on the coffee table. You gathered them up piece by piece, the faint crinkle of wrappers and clink of glass filling the silence. The room felt calmer now, the chaos of patching him up fading into something steadier—something that belonged only to the two of you.

⁺ ˳⊹ ⁺ ˳⊹⁺ ˳⊹⁺ ♡ ˳⊹⁺ ˳⊹⁺ ˳⊹⁺ ˳⊹

Moments later, he had come back into your bedroom, tugging at the hem of his shirt, freshly changed but still carrying the weight of the fight on his sore shoulders.

You glanced up from the sketchbook balanced on your lap, pencil hovering mid‑page, and caught yourself staring longer than you meant to.

Clinging and taut, the black tee flawlessly traced the contours of his chest, emphasizing every muscle. Meanwhile, the relaxed grey sweats settled low on his hips, offering a deliberate view of the deep V where his body dipped, and a sliver of his abdomen.

His clothes hit a corner before he brought himself to the far side of your bed, instantly registering your lingering gaze. His lips curved into that familiar, crooked grin—the one that never failed to make your insides twist and your cheeks warm. "What?" he asked, feigning innocence that was immediately canceled by the glint in his eyes. You played it off with a shake of your head, but the answering smile on your face was a clear admission. "N-Nothing. Just... you look much better than before.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled, easing himself onto the bed with a wince, the sound warm despite the ache. “Mhm…” you hesitated, words catching for a beat, but his smile softened the pause.

“Well, thanks, love,” he murmured, voice low and sincere.

You held his gaze, steady and unflinching, the weight of your reply carrying more than reassurance.

“Always.”

He was stretched out across your bed, arms folded behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling like he was trying to let his mind drift into nothingness. The faint hum of R&B spilled from the TV speakers, soft and steady, weaving through the quiet room until it felt like the rhythm itself was holding everything together.

Beside him, you sat cross‑legged with your sketchbook balanced neatly on your lap, pencil moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Every so often you hummed along to the music, absentminded, the sound blending with the melody in a way that made the space feel even calmer.

It was easy—effortless—the kind of atmosphere that didn’t need words to fill it. He let his gaze wander toward you now and then, catching the trivial details: the way your foot tapped lightly to the beat, the way your head tilted when you were focused on a line, the crease of concentration in your brow.

Each glance lingered a little longer than the last, not meaning to stare so profoundly, but because there was something grounding in watching you like this—so absorbed, so at ease.

With you, everything felt different. Conversations weren’t battles to win or walls to climb. They flowed easily, golden, the kind that made his chest tighten and his pulse quicken in ways he couldn’t quite describe. You had this way of pulling him in without even trying—soft when you wanted to be, sharp when you needed to be, always a little sassy, and sometimes even flirty.

And it drove him crazy in the most reckless way possible, consuming him in a way that lingered long after. He’d been trying to avoid it, trying to shove those thoughts aside, but sitting here with you—your laughter, your voice, your presence—it was impossible not to let his mind wander to places far beyond friendship.

For him, this was rare—almost foreign—the kind of peace he didn’t stumble into often. No shouting, no chaos, no fists flying.

Just you, the low hum of music curling through the room, and the quiet comfort of being in your space.

When you scooted closer, lying back beside him, flipping through old drawings from your time in the city and with the Titans, he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you were. Inside and out. This glow that you upheld made him stop paying attention to anything else.

He watched the way you talked about each sketch, pointing out insignificant details, laughing at the messy lines or the half‑finished ones you swore you’d get back to someday.

Every time you smiled, he caught himself staring. The way your hair fell into your face when you leaned over the book, the way your voice softened when you explained something that mattered to you—it all pulled him in. He wasn’t thinking about the fight anymore, or the bruises, or the fact that he probably should’ve been resting. He was just thinking about you.

You nudged his shoulder lightly when you showed him a drawing of the team, teasing him about how you’d exaggerated his jawline. He laughed, but inside he was wondering how someone could make him feel so at ease after the kind of night he’d had.

The longer you talked, the more he realized how much he liked being in this space with you. With little expectations, all he had was you, your sketches, and the quiet hum of music in the background. And even though he tried not to let it show, he wanted to reach out, close the small gap between you, and tell you exactly what was running through his head.

But he was failing—failing miserably.

“Dick?”

His name sounded so different when it came from you. Softer. Almost feathery, like it brushed against him instead of just landing. He swore it carried more weight than anything else he’d heard all night, and for a second, it pulled him out of his own head.

He blinked, turning toward you, trying to play it cool even though his chest tightened at the sound. “Yeah?”

You were close—closer than he realized until now. The kind of close where he could feel the warmth of your breath against his shoulder, where the space between you wasn’t really space at all.

Your eyes met his, steady and unflinching, and he felt himself stumbling internally, like every wall he’d built was starting to crack. He wanted to say something clever, something that would break the tension, but the words were stuck. So, instead, he just looked at you. Blue eyes flicking between your gaze and the curve of your lips, trying not to make it obvious that he was caught.

And you, lying there with that calm but curious expression, didn’t move an inch, not that you’d want to anyway, but you didn’t need to. The silence stretched between you felt heavy but not uncomfortable, and he realized he was losing the battle he’d been fighting with himself since the moment he walked through your door.

“Yes?” he whispered, his gaze fixed on your lips, breath uneven.

You mirrored him, teeth catching your bottom lip as you held his stare. “If you want to kiss me… just ask.”

He swore he saw the corner of your lip twitch, like you were holding back a smile. That tiny movement threw him off more than the bruises ever could. He let out a nervous chuckle, turning his head away as if searching for an escape. “Sorry,” he managed, licking his lips. “I didn’t mean to be all in your space like that, I—” Before the excuse could form, your hand was already moving, fingers brushing against the rough line of his jaw, gently tilting his face back toward you. The touch was gentle yet firm, stripping away his ability to pull back or finish his awkward apology. With his breath caught in his chest, his blue eyes met yours for a single, intense second before you closed the distance between you.

The moment your lips pressed against his, everything he’d been fumbling to say dissolved. The tension in his shoulders eased, the words he’d been clinging to evaporated, and all that was left was the warmth of your mouth against him. His hand hovered at your side, hesitant at first, then settled there like he needed something solid to hold onto.

Letting the tension he’d been holding onto finally break, his lips pressed against yours slowly, molding carefully, as if memorizing the shape of them, the way they moved, the way they fit.

Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging lightly, to feel him melt into your touch, shoulders dropping as if the weight he carried finally loosened.

The sketchbook on the floor was forgotten, the music in the background fading into nothing but rhythm. The kiss deepened, not rushed but steady, each second pulling you both further in, like neither of you wanted to let go.

His hand lingered at your waist, thumb brushing against your side, grounding him in the reality that this was happening—that you were here, with him, choosing him at this moment.

You felt his hand start to slide from your waist upward, tracing the soft line of your ribs with a slow, deliberate touch. The warmth of his calloused palm against your skin makes you shiver, every movement unhurried but intentional.

He was close, closer than ever, and the way his fingers lingered against you pulled a quiet sound from your lips before you could stop it.

His touch was teasing and slow, making it impossible to predict what he’d do next.

Every shift of his body against yours pulled a sound from your lips, the kind you couldn’t hold back no matter how hard you tried.

The rhythm of his movements, the way he lingered, left you breathless and restless, caught between wanting more and not knowing how much more you could take.

It was overwhelming in the best way—too much to anticipate, too much to fight. By the time you realized you were already giving in, agreeing to everything he was silently asking of you. You just wanted him to keep going, to keep pulling you deeper into that abyss, that dizzying rush that made the rest of the world disappear.

The tension built until it was unbearable, every second stretching out longer than the last, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Dick… please,” you whispered, voice breaking with urgency. “I want more.”

He pulled back just slightly, lips leaving your swollen nipple with a soft sound, and for a moment you were left trembling in the quiet. His mouth trailing higher, pressing slow kisses along the curve of your tits, leaving a path that made your breath hitch with every touch.

“You sure, princess?” he asked, voice low, eyes hooded as they locked onto yours. There was a weight in his gaze, steady and unnerving, like he needed to hear the answer straight from you.

You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. The closeness between you becomes overwhelming, every inch of him grinding against you making it harder to think clearly. Your chest rose and fell as you took a moment, letting the silence stretch before you finally nodded.

Becoming aware of the restless ache building inside you, a tension that refused to be ignored. Instinctively, your hips shifted upper, pressing against his erection to feel the bulge rub against your clothed cunt. The sound that escaped you was soft, unintentional, but it filled the quiet between you like a confession. “Yes…” you whispered, the word slipping out with a shaky breath. Your voice carries both urgency and certainty, soft but firm enough to leave no doubt.

He stilled at first, breath catching as if the movement had surprised him. His eyes flicked down, then back up to yours, searching, questioning without words. Every second dragging him out as if he was giving you space to change your mind.

You felt his hand tighten slightly at your waist, not pulling you in, not pushing you away—just holding you there, grounding you. His jaw flexed, lips parting like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, he exhaled slowly, the sound low and shaky, brushing warmth against your cheek.

The tension between you thickened, the kind that made your chest rise faster, the kind that made every tiny movement feel amplified. You could feel the weight of his hesitation, the way he was fighting himself, and it only made your pulse race harder.

When his forehead dipped closer, brushing against yours, the motion of his hips grinding against yours wasn’t rushed. It was swift, cautious, like he was evaluating how much you really wanted this. But in that silence, in the way your breath mingled with his, you had already realized you didn’t want him to stop.

“Please,” you added, quieter this time, almost pleading. “Keep going.”

The way you said it—raw, vulnerable, honest—made his breath hitch. He leaned in closer, the space between you shrinking until there was nothing left but the anticipation of what came next.

Moaning his name at two in the morning was never something you thought would end up on your list of things to do at this hour, but the sound slipped out of you anyway—raw, unplanned, impossible to hold back. It filled the quiet room like a secret you hadn’t meant to share, and God, did it make you feel alive. Every breath, every shiver, every pulse of heat leaving you charged, like the night itself had been waiting for this moment.

The feeling of him was a beautiful devastating process of surrender and transformation. Every single sense you possessed, every tactile receptor, every fleeting thought, every ounce of control you clung to—they were all being twisted, claimed, and utterly ruined as his. It was a willing, ecstatic dismantling, a beautiful wreckage of your autonomy merging perfectly with his dominating presence.

With your hands caught in his, your fingers laced tightly together, the warmth of his grip firm and unyielding. He pressed them above your head, pinning them against the mattress with a steadiness that left you breathless. The weight of his hold wasn’t harsh but controlled and deliberate, a quiet reminder of how close he was and how little space there was left between you.

He was hammering into you with hard, relentless energy, pushing you right to the absolute limit. Rough with an urgent forceful drive. His hips would glide out slowly, creating a vacuum of sensation, to then smash back in with a heavy, wet thwack that made your pussy instantly slick and gush with every stroke. The bed frame and the mattress were taking a beating, shaking violently with the impact.

You felt the cords of muscle in his arms, not just holding, but fusing your hands to his, a binding grip that secured your surrender. Every deep thrust stole a sound from you—a ragged, choked-off cry—that elongated the whole experience, making the tension unbearable.

Your entire physical focus was on the painful yet sweet, necessary stretch in your thighs as you kept your legs wide open and knees high, maximizing the depth for his hard cock to ram deep into your sweet, overbearing hole.

The vibrating slap of his balls against your perineum was a constant, sticky shockwave that made your internal walls seize up and contract forcefully around his length.

As you started to beg and plead incoherently, calling his name over and over into your soaked, sobbing pussy, he watched your face. Fully aware of the utter nonsense and beautiful breakdown he was causing. Your features were completely destroyed by the edge of pain and pleasure.

Your eyes were fully white, rolled back hard into your head—a total short-circuit of consciousness. Your brows were pulled together and locked in a desperate, sharp ridge of agony and ecstasy. Your lips were gaping, letting out nothing but a panicked mix of sharp, breathy shrieks and high, helpless cries that were way beyond your control.

You were wrecked on the brink of collapse.

He stared at the devastation, knowing that your body was just seconds away from rupturing into a filthy, creamy mess all over his dick.

“Is that it, pretty girl? Right there? Bout to cum for me?" he grunted, the question vibrating low in his throat, his gaze never leaving your face as he watched it twist and contort through the climax. Your eyes managed to flutter up to him, glassy and pleading.

"Y-yes," you choked out, your head shaking slightly in desperation. "Please don't stop, I need it, it feels so fucking good!"

“Oh, I know, baby. I know” he coo'd gravelly, the words carrying a tenderness that cut through the intensity of the moment. "God you’re so fucking beautiful when your like this, all hot and pathetic, just begging for me, all ruined and fucked out...so completely gone… just for me." He emphasized the last part with a brutal, deep stroke. "Fuck, I'm getting closer."

You felt your body trembling, every muscle tight with the effort of holding back. The weight of his presence pressed down on you, grounding you even as the tension built higher and higher.

“C’mon, sweetheart" he coaxed softly, his tone somewhere between a plea and a command. “Give it to me.”

“I don’t… think I can,” you gasped, voice breaking as your fingers dug into him, clinging like he was the only thing keeping you steady. “It feels… like too much..feels like I'm gonna pee!”

That, triggered something in him. The strain that had been etched across his face shifted, replaced by a knowing, hungry smirk that carried more than just confidence. Carrying recognition, he’d heard it, that specific note in your voice, the edge of panic tangled with need, and it lit something wild in his eyes.

And for a moment, he looked almost triumphant, gaze locked on you with a sharp intensity that made your chest tighten. The air between you clouded and heavy with anticipation, you could feel the change before he even moved.

Abandoning the steady rhythm he’d been holding onto for some time now, soon breaks without hesitation. The shift sudden, deliberate, and overwhelming. His thrusts became came faster, sharper, each one precise, leaving you breathless as the pace surged forward.

The silence around you fractured into ragged breaths and the sound of the mattress straining beneath the force of it all. You felt yourself unraveling under the intensity, every second pulling you closer to the edge you’d been fighting.

“Oh… my…God.” The words slipped out one by one, broken and breathless, your mouth falling open as the rush of sensation surged through you. Impossible to put into words, leaving you caught between gasps and fragments of pathetic whimpers. You couldn’t say much more—your voice faltered, tangled in the swift rhythm of his hips, pistoning his cock into you repeatedly.

“Uh huh, that’s it, sweetheart,” he coaxed, his voice low and steady, carrying a warmth that wrapped around you even in the chaos of the moment. “Don’t hold back. I’ve got you.”

Your breath hitched, words tumbling out in broken fragments. “D-Dick… please… it’s too much, I—I can’t…” Your voice cracked, caught between desperation and surrender, every syllable trembling with the weight of what you were feeling. “I think I'm boutaー” Your plea was cut short by the overwhelming, violent tremor that seized your body. Feeling the immediate, hot release, your pussy convulsing and jetting your climax in powerful streams with every single thrust he made. The sound was impossible to ignore—a disgusting, sloshing torrent as his cock continued to provokingly drill through your flooding release, driving you to keep squirting. You wailed out, head tilting back, leaving yourself completely exposed. The pressure intense, so sharp it brought hot tears to your eyes, spilling down your cheeks and soaking into the sheets.

“Mhm, that’s it, let it all out,” he grunted, voice low and satisfied, the sound carrying a warmth that wrapped around you. “Such a good girl, giving me everything.” He slowed his hips to a deep, heavy, victorious rut, watching your internal muscles spasm and flutter as the powerful squirting subsided to a final, trickling flow.

All he could see then was your body finally relaxing, your tight hole unclamping and clenching around him, milking him dry till you were filled to the brim. When he finally felt his high come down from its peak, he slowly pulled out of your throbbing hole, his seed, a final, thick ribbon pulled free from your dark, wet entrance, leaves a warm trail down your backside.

©𝗺𝘁𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀 ─ 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 ─ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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one time thing ❧ tyriq withers

PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!reader

SUMMARY: in which you and Cameron had a one night stand a few nights ago and the two of you swore that it was just a one time thing. however, your suppressed feelings start to arise when you see each other at a party. 🧡

TAGLIST: @myhobari 🧡

truth be told, if you knew that Cameron Cade was going to be at that party, you wouldn’t have went. hell, you’ve practically been avoiding him ever since the night the two of you fucked, but by the time you saw him, he was already looking dead at you, so you couldn’t hide from him even if you wanted to — which you did.

neither of you spoke, though. your eyes said more than your mouths could — or wanted to — anyway. you stared at each other for what felt like years before you peeled your eyes away from him and disappeared within the large crowd of college students, heading off to the bathroom to calm your nerves and quickened heart rate.

you didn’t know why seeing Cameron had you so worked up, but you had a feeling what caused it: flashbacks of that night mixed with not being able to hide from him like you’ve been doing. you knew that now since he had spotted you, he was most likely going to come after you and follow you to wherever you walked off to.

and you didn’t even realize how right you were.

you stood in the bathroom mirror eyeing yourself down, taking in your pink Juicy Couture tracksuit and how it fit your figure. you wore a small amount mascara and your signature lip combo, making you look like the human version of a delusional ass chocolate covered strawberry.

the bathroom was a little far from the room where the party actually took place, but that didn’t stop the music from the living room and the loud people from all areas of the house from being heard. it was kind of drowned out though, so it was more bearable for your ears than being right in the middle of the excitable chaos.

you sat your purse on the counter and leaned up against the sink as you started reapplying your lip combo, touching it up a bit since it smeared from drinking out of the cup of alcohol you had earlier. as you did so, you started hearing what sounded like approaching footsteps but you ignored them because you didn’t think it concerned you.

but little did you know… it absolutely did.

“you avoidin’ me now?” the sound of Cameron’s voice made your back straighten up and your eyes almost instantly left your lips and flickered towards the doorway of the bathroom, your gaze landing on Cameron, who was leaned up against the door frame, through the mirror.

Cameron didn’t meet your gaze. he wasn’t looking in the mirror at all, actually. he was staring down at you, watching you like a hawk and admiring the way your tracksuit outlined and emphasized your curves.

you tensed up under his gaze and smoothed your lip combo across your lips before leaning up from the sink and slipping your lip liner and gloss back into your purse, “ain’t nobody avoidin’ you, Cam.”

“why you lyin’?” Cameron’s rebuttal was quick, his voice low and practically radiating dominance while a small furrow formed between his eyebrows and he crossed his arms, “we ain’t spoke since that night, so why you frontin’?”

you went quiet, unable to truthfully answer his question. if you would’ve known he could fuck that good, you wouldn’t have even fucked him that night. it was supposed to be a quick and one-time fuck, nothing more and nothing less, but you started craving more after that night.

you never admitted it, though. you honestly didn’t know what his reaction would be if you told him, but you really wanted to stick to your word. both of you agreed it was one time thing, so why was your body yearning so deeply to be touched by him again? why were your dreams filled with flashbacks of that night?

why was your pussy craving him every time you saw a glimpse of him or heard the faintest sound of his voice?

as you adjusted your lip kit in your purse, you heard the soft sound of two clicks, making you look up into the mirror to see what it was. Cameron was now in the bathroom with you and the door was closed and locked, his colored eyes peering down at you like you were something he had been craving for days.

reluctantly, you turned around to face him, finally meeting his gaze since he appeared at the doorway. you weren’t the shortest girl in the world, but there was something about his height that made you feel so small compared to him. honestly, you don’t even think it was just his height — maybe it’s the way he carried himself that made you feel like that.

unexpectedly, Cameron’s large hands found their way onto your waist, gently gripping you and pulling you flush against him. your breathing got caught in your throat at the impact and a small furrow formed between your eyebrows as you studied his eyes, searching for the answers to his current behavior.

“Cam?”

“wassup?”

“you high?”

a small smile pulled at the corners of Cameron’s mouth at your words and he chuckled as he removed his hood off his head, “i’m as sober as can be, mama.”

“you can’t be if you touchin’ on me and talkin’ to me like this.” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as Cameron’s hands moved from your waist to your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the waistband of your joggers.

“what, you don’t like it?” Cameron asked, his voice low and slightly husky, as he leaned down to you and paused when your faces were inches apart, making you press your hands against his chest.

“Cam,” you warned softly, your voice coming out more breathy than you’d prefer, “we said that this was a one time thing—”

“i know what we said,” Cameron murmured as he lifted a hand from your hip and rested it under your chin, gently nudging your head up, “but i know you been fiendin’ for this shit just like i have, so let me take care of my business.”

before you knew it, his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply yet hungrily at the same time. you refused to let this moment go to waste. your hands slid up from his chest to his face and you cupped his jaw in your palms as you returned the kiss, the tension in your body melting away at finally being able to get what it craved.

you didn’t even have to tell you wanted him again either. it was like he just knew.

Cameron’s hand left your chin and both of them moved down to your ass as he grabbed a handful of it though your pants and slightly squeezed it in the process, eliciting a moan from you while he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. his tongue swiped your bottom lip and you parted your lips, allowing his wet muscle to tangle and wrestle with yours while your hands moved from his face to his chest again.

your fingers unbuttoned his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, the material hitting the floor with a soft thud while the two of you continued kissing like your lives depended on it. you then did the same with the second jacket, your fingers dragging down the zipper until the jacket opened and you could slip your hands inside of it.

once you got him stripped from his jackets, he did the same to you, one of his hands leaving your ass and tugging down the zipper of your jacket until it fell open. you shrugged the jacket off your shoulders and tossed it to the side as you grabbed Cameron’s arms and held onto them, attempting to ground yourself due to the intense and intoxicating make-out session the two of you were having.

Cameron’s hands found your hips again and gripped them firmly as he lifted you from the ground and sat you on the counter beside the sink, moving to stand between your legs. pulling away from the kiss, he looked down at you with low eyes and you met his gaze almost instantly, both of you heavily breathing and trying to catch your breaths after practically sucking the oxygen out of each other.

Cameron’s eyes slowly left yours and started to migrate along your body, biting down on his bottom lip and drinking you in as if he hadn’t seen you in forever. you couldn’t help but smile at the admiration in his gaze, watching him analyze your figure like his favorite equation.

“you lookin’ at me like you ain’t seen me in forever.” you chuckled, the sound of your voice catching Cameron’s attention and making him meet your eyes again.

“shit, that’s what it feel like,” Cameron chuckled as he reached up and gently tugged at the hem of your long-sleeve shirt, “let me see them titties.”

you laughed at the wording of his demand and he grinned down at you, letting out a couple of chuckles with you while he raise his eyebrows, “you think i’m playin’, girl?”

“oh, i know you not.” you grinned as you raised your arms and gave him permission to take off your shirt, the material sliding over your head with ease while he tossed it to the side.

Cameron’s eyes instantly zoned in on your chest and the way your breasts sat in your bra, a soft groan of contentment falling from his lips while he reached up and cupped both of your tits through your bra.

“i’ll never get tired of seein’ these muh’fuckas’.” Cameron murmured as he gently squeezed your breasts before pulling off his shirt and abruptly dropping to his knees, making your eyebrows furrow a little while you looked down at him.

“Cam—”

“lift up.”

his hands left your chest and were now at your hips as his fingertips hooked inside the waistband of your joggers and he looked up at you, completely catching you off guard even though you knew it shouldn’t have.

you knew Cameron was an eater, that was common knowledge for some people. you just didn’t expect him to want to eat you out in the bathroom of a frat party.

but it’s not like you were expecting any of this, really.

you rested your hands on the edges of the counter and raised your hips, allowing Cameron to pull off your joggers and your panties with one movement. he tossed your bottoms to the side and gripped your thighs as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter and wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping them spread wide while he eyed your pussy like it was his favorite food.

“you wet as fuck already,” Cameron murmured as he leaned in and placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, sending a shiver down your spine, “a nigga ain’t even properly touched you yet and you drippin’, mama.”

you parted your lips to make a slick remark but ended up letting out a soft gasp in response instead, the feeling of his lips locking around your clit and sucking at it making your words get caught in your throat. Cameron hummed against you, savoring your taste and letting it register against his tastebuds while his grip tightened on your thighs.

he almost instantly started devouring you, his mouth and tongue moving in unison while he ate you like you were his last meal. he pulled your legs onto his shoulders and buried his face deeper against your pussy as his tongue repeatedly dragged up and down from your entrance to your clit, enjoying the way your hips gently jolted from the sensation.

“C-Cameron..” you moaned, your jaw going slack, as your hands cradled the back of his head and your back arched, your head falling back against the mirror and smudging the glass.

Cameron hummed against you in response, his grip tightening on your thighs while he quickened his movements. he buried his tongue inside your folds and let it squirm inside them before beginning to french-kiss your entire pussy, opening his mouth wide and having his own make-out session with your wet sex while he pulled you even closer to his face.

by this point, your pussy was so close to his face that his nose was mushed up against your clit, his inhales and exhales blowing across it and making you whimper.

“Caaaam…” you whined as your eyes rolled back and your eyebrows furrowed, “mmh, fuuuuck, eat this pussy just like that, baby…”

Cameron’s eyes flickered up to you from your words, his dick stiffening further in his jeans while he started to focus solely on your clit. his tongue swiped, swirled against, and licked the throbbing bud as he unwrapped an arm from around your leg and moved his hand between your legs, his middle finger teasing your entrance before slowly sliding inside.

your jaw dropped and you gasped sharply as a whine fell from your lips and your eyebrows furrowed again, feeling his finger slowly push in and out of your slick walls while his mouth continued showing favoritism to your clitoris.

“Caaam, baby, i-i’m gonna cum!” you squealed at feeling him add in a second finger and the furrow between your eyebrows deepened as your mouth sat ajar and your eyelids fluttered a little before screwing shut, your thighs beginning to tremble around his head, “ugh, fuuuck!”

you announcing your impending orgasm shifted Cameron to a whole other gear, and his fingers sped up inside you as he locked his lips around your clit, refusing to let the throbbing bundle of nerves go while he gently curved his fingers against your walls. suddenly, you gasped loudly and your back arched for a second time as you squeezed your eyes shut and let out a loud cry, your orgasm rushing through you while Cameron continued to eat and finger you through your aftershocks.

eventually, your body relaxed and Cameron let you go, his fingers leaving your walls and his lips leaving your clit. standing to his full height, Cameron licked his slick lips and slipped his wet fingers inside his mouth, licking your essence off of them while he moved to stand between your legs again.

“still taste good ass hell,” Cameron groaned, pulling his fingers out of his mouth, “i’ll never get tired of the way that pussy taste, baby.”

a lazy smile crossed your face and your hooded eyes met his as you leaned up from the mirror and cupped his jaw, pulling him down and kissing him deeply to taste yourself on his tongue. he instinctively followed your lead, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth while simultaneously leaving the lingering taste of your cum on your own tongue. his hands slid to your back and he unclasped your bra as he pulled the straps off your shoulders, freeing your breasts from their captor.

his hands then moved to his belt buckle, the sounds of the buckle jiggling catching your attention. your unoccupied hand moved towards his waist and joined his at his belt as you helped him unbuckle it and moved towards the button on his jeans once his belt was out of the way, making him pull away from the kiss so he could watch your hand.

you continued gazing up at him for a moment before following his gaze and watching your fingers unbutton his jeans, your other hand leaving his face and coming to join. your hands gripped the waistband of Cameron’s jeans and boxers and pulled them off his hips in unison, his dick flinging up hard as ever and oozing precum.

you could’ve cum again at the sight of that thing.

Cameron leaned down and kissed you again, this one much more deeper and passionate than this last, as he nudged you to lean back against the mirror again and you obeyed, your head leaning back against the smudge you left a few minutes ago. one of his hands gripped his dick and the other gripped one of your thighs as he pulled your legs open wide and slapped his tip against your clit twice before placing it at your entrance and sliding in slow, causing your jaw to suddenly drop and ultimately break the kiss.

Cameron’s colored eyes flickered open and they searched your face as he studied your reaction, his hips continuing to slowly push forward until he was fully buried inside you. he groaned deeply once he bottomed out and he paused to give you time to adjust, watching the way your breathing turned shallow and your eyelids fluttered from how deep he was.

“you good?” Cameron breathily asked, keeping his gaze locked on your face, as you dazedly met his gaze and slowly nodded your head, your mouth still ajar and your hands resting on his shoulders, “use your words, mama.”

“i-i’m good.” you stammered out into a moan, a heavy exhale following the noise as your body slowly relaxed and your walls started to let up on him.

grinning a little, Cameron grabbed both of your thighs and pulled them up to his waist as he started to thrust slow and deep, rocking his hips into yours so passionately that you started seeing stars after just three strokes. your back arched and your eyes rolled back as your eyebrows furrowed and your grip slightly tightened on his shoulders, soft moans and feeble whimpers falling from your gaped mouth with each thrust.

your body felt like it was on fire. his hands being on you and his dick being inside you felt like you had ascended to heaven, and you honestly didn’t want this moment to end. his hands knew just where to touch and his dick knew exactly what spots inside of you to hit, and it didn’t help at all that your body was incredibly weak when it came down to him. if you had a weak spot for anybody, it was definitely and undeniably Cameron.

and deep down inside, he knew that. you didn’t realize he knew it, though.

“when was you gon’ tell me you wanted to fuck again?” the sound of Cameron’s voice snapped you out of the pleasurable haze he had you in, but once his question registered in your mind, you wished he would’ve just shut up.

you really didn’t want to answer that question. truth be told, you were never gonna tell him. you had no intention on doing it either. why tell him when you both swore you’d only fuck once and that’d be the end of it? you weren’t about to beg him to fuck you again, so telling him that you were craving him was out of the question.

however, the real question is… how the hell did he know you wanted to fuck again?

“h-how do you—”

“i’m not stupid,” Cameron interrupted you and removed a hand from your thigh as he wrapped it around your neck instead, eliciting a moan from you while his strokes started to pick up speed, “you think i can’t tell when you cravin’ me? i can see it in your face. i can feel it when i touch you.”

“and i could taste it when i had my face buried in that pussy.” he saw straight through you like you were glass, and you hated that he could read you so well. were you really that obvious in how much you craved him or was he just that observant? you didn’t know, and honestly, you didn’t want to know.

“Cam,” you moaned, your hand latching around his wrist, as he gently squeezed the sides of your neck and rubbed your pulse point with his thumb, earning a whimper from you, “fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“yeah? you like the way this dick feel inside you, mama?”

“mmhmmm, fuck, yessss!”

“you missed this dick, didn’t you, pretty girl?”

“y-yes! yesss, i missed this dick! fuuuck, i missed this dick s-soooo much!”

Cameron’s face contorted into a full-blown smug smirk and his hand on your thigh moved upwards to rest behind your knee as he pulled your leg over his shoulder and started drilling into you, practically jackhammering your pussy while he drove deeper inside your walls.

“why you ain’t say nothin’? hm?” Cameron cooed as he watched you practically lose yourself underneath him, your eyes rolled back so far your irises were no longer visible and your eyebrows deeply furrowed while your jaw went slack, “you should know you can get this dick whenever you need it, baby. you ain’t gotta’ hide from me and front hard as hell like i can’t read yo’ ass. youn’ hide yo’ feelings as good as you think you do.”

you couldn’t even speak. hell, you could barely form words. your grip on his upper arms was so tight that your nails had sunk into his skin, which only amped him up further. high-pitched moans and cries fell from your lips from each aggressive yet passionate buck of his hips and your noises echoed off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of skin-slapping your bodies had created.

you were honestly grateful for the loud music at the party or else someone would’ve heard.

“Cam! Caaaameron! f-fuck— uuugh, fuck!” you cried out as your eyes squeezed shut and you felt his grip slightly tighten on your neck, making your walls flutter around his dick, “ooh, i’m so close! fuuuck, i’m so close, baby! don’t stop!”

“i ain’t stoppin’, baby. i’m right here waitin’ for this good ass pussy to wet me up.” Cameron murmured as he leaned down to your chest and took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, his tongue swiping over and swirling around the nub while he sucked on it.

that sent you over the edge. your legs started to shake and the one that wasn’t on his shoulder wrapped around his waist as your grip on his upper arms tightened further and your back arched for what felt like the millionth time, your breathing turning shallow and heavy while your stomach muscles tightened and your walls starts spasming around his dick.

“mhm, i feel you. you so close, baby, gon’ ahead and let it go for me.” Cameron murmured against your nipple before pulling away from it with a wet ‘pop!’, taking his hand from around your neck and burying his face there instead while his tongue glided across your melanated skin.

“fuckfuckfuck— C-Cameron!” you cried out loudly, your voice cracking, as your orgasm roughly ripped through you and you came hard, a mewl falling from your lips while Cameron wrapped both of his arms around you and held you against his chest.

“uh-huh, there you go, mama. so fuckin’ pretty when you cummin’ on this dick like that.”

[lovesunnyandmary]

The way I started purring like a wild cat.

I have no shame

[cheshmenoor]

[lovesunnyandmary]

Where I wanna be