Vee

She/Her Blk 21

[witherswife]

MY NAVIGATION

Hi!

I’m Vee

i’m 21 and this is an 18+ blog MDNI!!

Masterlist

i write fluff, angst, smut, and probably more.

I’m still not confident with my writing so bare with me and criticism is appreciated🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

will not write: incest,ageplay, any toilet stuff.

other than that^, i’ll write all the nasty stuff yall want🙂‍↕️

Request always open🤍

Who I write for is under the cut!

I write for: Tyriq Withers+all his characters, Joe Keery, Michael B. Jordan, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Mason Gooding, Chad Meeks, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Superman(David Corenswet), JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, John B, Sarah Cameron

minors that interact will be blocked!

[sonder-slut]

sets & reps pt.2 — tyriq withers.

pairing ⁀➷ cameron cade x plus-size black reader!

synopsis ⁀➷ cameron can’t contain himself when you’re stretched out like that.

song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘yoga’ by janelle monae ft. jidenna & ‘pretzel’ by ari lennox.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 1.6k || 18+, nsfw content, no minors. mating press, pervy cam, foul language, pet names, floor sex, body appreciation, squirting.

‘flip me, fold me, you put it in a pretzel.’

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your boyfriend cameron was the textbook definition of a pervert.

it was sickening, honestly.

the air in your home is thick due to the thirty-minute workout session you were finishing up. but it seemed as if the temperature of cameron’s body was in stiff competition with the surrounding climate.

today was supposed to consist of a peaceful workout session without any interruption. unfortunately for you, cameron cade was home earlier than usual. he’d been spending a lot of time at the gym in your shared apartment building. he helped newcomers of the gym train and build a workout routine for their bodies. and cameron truly enjoyed his side hustle. he already had a passion for exercise he and helping others find their way through a fitness journey gave him more of a purpose.

meanwhile, you’d been getting into the practice of yoga while in the comfort of your home. you found the exercise relaxing, but wanted to try a little at home before you joined a studio with a group and teacher. how embarrassing would it be if you caught a charley house in the middle of class? today was day five of your beginners yoga routine. you’d done research online to create a personal routine of your own, searching through tiktok, google and even reddit to research the history and benefits of the exercise. each day was completed while cameron was away at work. he’d usually finish up with his clients later in the evening, but he’d come to your place way before you were done.

your feet swing back and forth innocently as you giggle at your boyfriend’s surprised face. “what’s wrong cam?”

“i’m just trynna figure out since when do you do yoga?”

you shrug. “it’s something i wanted to try. i wanted to change up my workout regime some, you know?”

“you liking it?”

“yeah,” you sigh, beginning to stand and roll the mat up from the floor. “it’s real relaxing.”

“you done working out already?” cameron looks as if his heart has been broken. it makes you laugh more before you stop picking the items up.

“i’ve been doing this since before you left, cameron. my session is over.”

he smacks his lips, pushing off the wall and walking over to you as you sit in a squatted position. “let me help you. show me how you’ve been working out.”

you squint. “help me?”

“yeah, maybe i can fix something for you.”

“you don’t know anything about yoga, cameron,” you’re giggling, truly enjoying how cameron found interest in the new hobby of yours.

“aye, don’t doubt me,” he’s chuckling, eyes hungrily analyzing over your workout attire.

you were at home today, you didn’t see the need to wear a full athleisure set when you would just get all sweaty and uncomfortable in it. you instead threw on some stretchy tan shorts, a pair that rode up your ass with your every move, and added a dark brown tank as your top. no bra or panties as they could be restricting. your nipples poke through and the outline of your fat pussy is evident in those shorts.

“well, come on then. show me what you got, cam. do you worst.”

and the worst is what he does.

stretching your body was the start to you and cameron’s workout. you rolled out another yoga mat for him, and he sat right beside you. you led the session. extending your thick thighs and strong calf’s out, explaining the importance of slowly stretching your body out.

next, you moved onto to holding poses. you took it easy on cameron, not giving him any crazy poses, as he wouldn’t be able to hold his balance so easily. you sorted through as many as you could remember. mountain pose, easy pose, warrior 1, revolved triangle—you go through them all, making sure to inhale and exhale deeply throughout the duration of the exercises.

occasionally, you’d lose cameron’s focus, he’d been staring off at your hips as they moved fluidly, able to twist and turn without any struggle. you’d laugh and correct him, helping the distracted young man to pay attention again. it’s when you begin to form the downward facing dog pose that you realized exactly what cameron’s plan was.

the warmth of his hard-on pressing against the middle of your pussy caused you to yelp. you hadn’t even noticed he’d moved from his yoga mat, hands now caressing your backside silently. you nudge him away, an elbow in his stomach as you chuckle in disbelief.

“you tricked me!”

and cameron’s playing coy. “what’chu talking about, baby?”

“you know what i’m talking about, cameron cade, don’t play with me. you don’t care about yoga, you’re just trying to fuck me.”

cameron can no longer hide his true intentions, lips beginning to slide across the side of your face as he grinds into you more. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. do you think you can show me your favorite position, mama?”

the mating press was not a yoga pose, but somehow, your boyfriend cameron gets you folded into the position. it’s disgusting how easily he could mold you into mush with just the work of his two bare hands. you hold onto the bottom of your smooth soles for support, while your knees practically touch your shoulders from how far back you’re pent. and cameron’s right above you. on his knees with hips roughly dropping against you in a consistent rhythm.

the pair of nike dri-fit shorts he wore hangs off his waist a bit, just enough for the end of his happy trail to show and the beginning of his pubic hair to peak through. you can hardly breath. only able to inhale whatever air cameron allows—and even then, it isn’t much. he’s on your case, scorching body dripping with streams of sweat as he works you out. he’s so sexy from your angle. he was sexy in general, but the droplets of perspiration gliding down his chest and through his rippled abs had you dizzy.

“that pussy noisy, girl. you getting so creamy for me.”

obscene squelches sound from the both of you as your drenched cunt encapsulates cameron’s dick. you grip his shaft like a pinky promise, pulling him tighter and tighter each time his hips rise. you raise your head just to catch a glimpse of the magic cameron was working.

“oh, my god, cam, yesss, keep fucking me like that, baby, yes,” you cry out, holding the position as best as you could. you were flexible, but not indestructible.

a coating of your white elixir covers the shaft of cameron’s dick as he begins to switch positions, now pressing his weight on you completely. he’s holding your legs behind his head, continuing to pound you into the damp yoga mat on the floor. your stomach folds from the applied pressure, those rolls on your side protrude in the process.

“so fucking perfect, you so fucking perfect, baby.”

he rambles in amazement about your body, always in awe at your curves, but the sight of your body contorted in this position fucks him up completely. you were fucking thick. no surprise there, it’s just jaw dropping to him at how easily you bend and twist. you didn’t give him a hard time, you got into the position and held it together like the good girl you were.

he fucking loved you. and cameron doesn’t let you forget it.

“i love you, mama, love how good you feel.”

“ahhh, fuck, yesss, cameron,” you’re basically crying at this point, staring up at him in pure amazement. “love you more, daddy, love you so much more.”

the air surrounding you is thick, heavy and dense. you and cameron both recently finished your respective workouts, and now here you were with a part two to the session. both bodies practically glued together as the sweat and stickiness molds you into one.

cameron moves rougher now—a mad man on a mission. his dick incessantly slamming into you, balls slapping the end of your ass, splashing the mix of juices along both you and cameron’s lower halves. his fingertips intertwine with yours, pinning you down further as he plants his face against yours. he goes stupid. lips parted open as he mouth breathes, eyes searching all over your face for the pleasure you both share. it’s quiet for a beat, the both of you rendered silent as the way you collide snatches away your vocabulary.

you break the silence first, vibrating in cameron’s mouth as your jaw goes slack and you begin to tremble. “fuck, fuck, fuck, cammmm, i’m cumming, i’m cumming.”

it makes cameron speak, voice deep in the back of his throat as you push him into full gear. he could feel the pit forming in the bottom of his stomach as your pussy pulsates around his dick. “you gripping me so fucking tight, can barely move in this motherfucka. why your pussy so tight, baby?”

he asks as if you had the answer, but all you can do is cry out. “don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me baby, please.”

cameron folds his lips inward as his hips begin to jackhammer into you, it makes your entire body move right along with him as you hold onto the back of his strong neck for help. “yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

your ocean of a pussy pushes cameron’s dick out you completely. you begin to soak the mat as you shake and wail. cameron watches in shock for only a second before gripping his dick to slap it directly onto your throbbing clit. it makes a bigger mess at your juices splash into his face and all over your lower half. cameron tugs on his dick a few times before he’s joining you in the climax, hot cum spurting onto your chubby stomach until he’s completely undone.

“argh, fuck, shit, fuckkkk, baby.”

namaste indeed.

[boujaeelibrat]

pov: when y/n threatens to kick tyriq withers out the house due to a silly argument and she starts packing his bags and throwing shi out the house and things get physically(she only puts hands on him) because he won’t leave and then he eventually puts her in her place(aggressively but not abusively like sexy dominance)

so um…i was out and couldn’t function properly all night after i read this😅

thank you for this ! here’s a little something something….

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The fight started over something small and petty. Last night you attended an industry event with Tyriq. You accused him of spending too much time at the event with the director of his latest film. You knew Tyriq didn’t want the woman but that didn’t stop you from starting the argument.

“You know what..I’m done arguing”

You storm out of the living room area where you and your boyfriend were having the heated argument. And head up the stairs.

“Where you going?” Tyriq says following behind you, voice tight as you burst through the door of your shared bedroom.

“Get out and leave me alone. Go to that bitch house since you wanna smile all in her face”

“Man you ain’t gotta talk crazy like that” Tyriq mutters. Over your attitude.

“I said get out of my house!” You turn towards him, raising your voice and pointing behind him. A furious look on your face.

“I’m not leaving” He stands firm in front of you. Planting his feet, arms laced in front of him as if telling you to try him.

“Oh you aren’t? Ok” Once inside you go to the closet and snatch a few articles of clothing that belonged to him.

“Mmcht what are you doing?”

Gathering them in your hands you stomp back downstairs and towards the front door. Tyriq is still standing in your shared bedroom confused about what you are doing.

Once downstairs you open the front door and throw the clothes onto the lawn. Tyriq looks down from the window brows knitted together. “Ain’t no fucking way” He rushes down the steps and to the front door. By this time. You are throwing any and everything of his that’s in close proximity to the front door out on the lawn.

“This the type of timing you are on?!” He tries to stop you by stepping in front of you but you just use all your strength to push him away from you.

He goes to grab your hand to stop you from going inside of the house to grab anything else but you jerk away from him “Get the fuck away from me Tyriq”

By this time the neighbors across the street had come outside. They stand in their yards pretending that they are checking the mail but their eyes are locked in on the chaos.

With a quick hand movement, you mush his head backwards. Tyriq chuckles, shaking his head. “You tripping on a whole other level right now. Get in the house”

Instead of doing as he says you fold your arms defiance written all in your stance. “No”

He was trying really hard to be patient with you but the way you were being defiant and causing a scene making the neighbors come out made him lose any patience he had left.

“Get the fuck in the house!” He raises his voice, grabbing a firm hold on your arm and moving you towards the front door and into the house.

Once inside he slams the door behind him and turns your way. You look up at him as his towering 6’5 body leans over you.

“What’s the real problem? Because you just blew this shit all out of proportion”

You don’t answer him. Instead you keep quiet. Slowly getting turned on by the way he manhandled you just a few seconds ago.

“You can’t talk now huh?” His piercing greenish grey eyes staring down into you as he moves towards you closing the gap. “You had so much to say not too long ago” his voice dropping a few octaves all husky and deep.

He reaches up, gripping your jaw firmly, making you look up towards him. You whimper at the action. He lifts an eyebrow. An amusing smirk plastered across his lips.

“Yeah…” He lets go of your jaw and backs up. Giving you space to move.

“I’m about to fuck that attitude right outta you”

[hotgrlcece]

So…you say you got this video of Lori and Mike that she deleted…care to share with the class…?

Watch the whole thing🙂

[witherswife]

why is this my first time seeing this😩😩😩

[psychixspm]

TYRIQ WITHERS 🌼

[lovergirlcinema]

y’all better write those stories down or God gone give them to Prince😩😂

[bruisedfig]

hey i don’t know how else to say it but DON’T INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU’RE A MINOR !!!!

obvs i can’t control what media you consume online, but the second you hit the like or follow button i will block you. i’m 21 !!! i have no business interacting with fourteen year olds !!!! it’s weird asf, so pls stay away! wait until you’re 18 !!!

and with that being said, even if you are a lurker, please put your age on your account. it’s such a simple thing to do!

[aretasreads]

Michael B. Jordan & Tyriq Withers ✨

[witherswife]

someone write the fic NEOWWW!! and make it real nasty

[witherswife]

i guess i have to take matters into my own hands…

[witherswife]

i hate that writers can’t use advanced grammar or punctuation without being accused of using ai. no one should feel like they have to dumb down their stories to make them seem natural!

[witherswife]

hear me out… adonis creed x reader x cameron cade

[thevelvetwhispers]

imma say this and then i’m gone ….

BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL.

[yuucide]

why are there some writers on here proudly saying their fanfictions are ai slop

I didn’t come to read a robot’s story 😡 I wanted to read a story written by a writer who’s first language ISNT English ok

[witherswife]

i should probably finish this too…

[tojislittlesluttt]

—BRAT

Cameron Cade x Black Reader

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

FULL ONESHOT

YOU AND CAMERON have a perfect relationship, one that people both envy and adore. Everyone on campus says he’s so sweet to you, how he’d never raise his voice even in the slightest, he even let you do his makeup when you wanted to try out something new. You two went on shopping sprees nearly every month and yet it seemed like his pockets were never ending. He made sure you keep up with your maintenance too. Hair always done, nails always done, lashes always done, toes always done. Whatever you asked he gave.

It wasn’t like he did it for no reason since he knew you always did same for him. Haircuts? Paid for. Manicures to keep his hands clean after games? Paid for. New games you know he’d like? Paid for. You both kept each other looking in the best shape possible. And that was one of the main reasons why everyone around knew you both as that ‘it couple’.

Now, it was around three in the morning when Cameron had arrived home. After a stressful day of practice, all the boy wanted to do was come home, shower, and lay with you. When he walked through the door, he placed his duffle bag next to the door and slid off his shoes. The first thing he did was scan the living room for you, which he found you on the couch, writing something in your notebook while a random true crime documentary played on the tv. What he noticed right after you was the loads of boxes and bags next to the sofa.

Cameron raised an eyebrow yet didn’t question it, he walked over to you. You were lying on the couch with your back against it, legs folded up and the journal in your hand. With a sigh, he parted your legs some more and laid right in between them. His head against your stomach while his arms wrapped around your waist. The boy lifted up just a little to peck your lips three times and then laying back down in his original position, “I missed you today.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment before speaking, “I missed you too. What’d you do today? You weren’t answering me your phone like usual.” Your eyebrow raised in slight speculation. You knew Cameron would never cheat on you, but then again he was an athlete, one of the best actually. So you couldn’t help but worry sometimes.

“Coach had us workin’ extra hard. You know our final game comin’ up soon.” Cameron mumbled against your skin. His grip around your waist relaxed as your manicured nails moved to his freshly buzzed hair. A sigh of content left his lips and he practically melted into you, “What you did today, mama?”

You shrugged, “I went shopping, then I got my toes done since I got my nails done last week. And thennn I went out for brunch with my girls, and yeah. That’s all.” You listed out everything so casually like you hadn’t spent hundreds of dollars only in one day. See the problem was that you were always spoiled, starting from your family all the way down Cameron. So a limit was never a thing for you. Yet sometimes, Cameron couldn’t help but be annoyed at how much you spent, he knew he was apart of the problem but he was beginning to think it was time for a change.

“Youn’ think that’s a lot of money? You done spent damn near a thousand in the span of two days, and I know you writin’ another shopping list in that notebook.” His tone was soft but held authority in a way that made you freeze. Cameron’s head lifted, his chin now resting on your stomach so that he could look at your reaction to his words.

You blinked a few times, like you were trying to comprehend what seemed like the unknown language of saving money, “Sooo…?”

“So maybe we should start savin’. Youn’ think so?” Your deep brown eyes stared into his green irses. A small furrow in between your eyebrows. You looked at the boy lile he had grown two heads, saving wasn’t even in your vocabulary. You slowly began to sit up which caused Cameron to sit up too.

“Uhm no…” Your tone was unsure, like you were hoping he wouldn’t actually be serious about this. Who would you be without new things every other week? From your words, a furrow also formed in Cameron’s eyebrows. He couldn’t help but feel like you were being irrational right now.

“What you mean no? Baby, you gotta understand that we still payin’ rent for this apartment, we still got bills to pay, we got other shit we need to be worryin’ about. We can’t be blowin’ money cause you wanna buy some new shit every time it comes out.” His tone held softness, one that prevented the conversation into an argument. You felt like he was trying to gentle parent you at this point.

You stood up from the seat, placing your notebook on the coffee table, “I don’t wanna have this conversation.” That was his problem with you. Whenever something didn’t go your way you always ran away from your problems.

Irritation spiked in his blood, the conversation just added more stress on his back that just mixed in with that stress from practice. He could hear you rummaging in the kitchen, doing God knows what. Cameron stood up from the couch, he stretched out his long legs and walked to the kitchen. When you came in view, your back was towards him. He knew he couldn’t stay mad at you for too long and so did you. His arms slowly circled around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Why you mad, mama?” The boy questioned. His breath tickled against your skin.

He knew you were in the wrong, but he’d correct that attitude later. When you didn’t reply, he began pressing kisses down your neck, “Youn’ hear me talkin’ to you? Tell me why you mad, baby. Lemme make it better.” Cameron pressed a kiss on your sweet spot before sucking on it, his tongue swiped over the skin in a way that had you moaning under your breath. When he pulled away, the brown skin had a purple bruise.

“You ignorin’ me? You mad at me, baby?” He questioned, “I’m the problem?” The undertone of sarcasm had your panties unwillingly dampening. “Hmm?” He hummed out, a silence passed as he waited for a reply. He was met back with silence, and that surprisingly made him smile against your skin, “Bet.” Just like that, he flipped you around so that you were facing him. Cameron’s arms wrapped around you to lift you up and placing you on the white marble counter.

“Wait, Cam—” You didn’t even get to reply before his lips smashed into yours. You froze in shock before automatically melting into the kiss, your hands came up to cup his cheeks while his hand moved to grip the back of your neck and tilt for head for him. His tongue swiped over your plump bottom lip for entrance which you gladly accepted.

Your tongues slid together, the taste of mint was faint on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss as the way his teeth grazed against your bottom lip. His hand moved to grip your jaw, his grip was gentle yet dominating. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he held your jaw so that your mouth could stay open. Then he spat in your mouth and sucked his spit back off your tongue.

“Cam, I— Don’t say shit to me. You wanted to ignore me so keep that same energy, lay down.” You sat there for a minute, shocked that this was the same boy who was just sweet talking you. Due to you taking too long for him, he laid you down himself. He pulled down your pink shorts, the pink hello kitty panties coming visible. A quiet snort leaves his lips before he became serious again. He pulled down his own basketball shorts and ripped your panties right in half.

Your wetness glimmered under the kitchen lights. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth, he lifted your legs until your knees touched your ears, “Pretty ass pussy.” He whispered. Cameron’s hand wrapped around his aching length before he slid the tip against your slit. The pre-cum mixed in with your slickness, “You ain’t hear me? Say thank you.”

“Thank you…” You say breathlessly, your heart was pounding in your chest from anticipation. A hiss left your lips as he slid inside of you. No matter how many times you both had sex you’d never get used to his girth. Cameron slid in so slow to the point where you could feel every vein sand twitch, “Ouu fuckkk.” You moaned out, your head falling back against the counter.

“There we go.” He coo’d. Then, he began thrusting in and out, his pace got faster and faster. He gripped underneath your knees to keep you in the position, “This what you wanted? Catchin’ an attitude for what? Huh? I been told you to cut that shit out.” He said through gritted teeth. His thrusts were so hard that the counter creaked underneath.

The sound of skin slapping together filled the kitchen, along with the wetness that harmonized against your moans and his groans, “Open this pussy. You hear me?” He watched as your face twisted in pleasure. Your jaw fell slack and moans left your lips like you couldn’t stop them.

“Yesss, yesss! I hear you, Cam.” You mewled, more wetness spewed from your entrance. He had never been this aggressive with you, clearly he had some built up pressure that he was finally releasing.

“That’s not me, get it right.” His hand came up to gently smack your cheek. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your mouth opened but nothing but moaned left your lips. Cameron’s hands moved to lift up your shirt, it was like he was in a trance at the way your breasts bounced up and down.

“Okayyy, okay. I hear you, daddy. I’m listening.” Your hands scrambled to grip the end of the counter you tried to push your body upwards but that didn’t help anything. With a tsk, his hand wrapped around your neck and pulled your upper body upwards. You nipples brushed against his torso that had your back arching into him.

Cameron looked eye contact with you, his eyes held a mix of love and lust, “Don’t run from me, mama. You hurtin’ my feelings when you run from this dick. Take it like a big girl, you got it.” He pressed a kiss on your jawline, then one on your cheek, then one on your nose. Lastly, he connected your lips. Your tongues moved together simultaneously, swapping saliva while his thrusts never slowed down.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you two together. Cameron’s other hand came down to rub your clit, the sensitivity made your body jerk forward, “Cammmn Cam, Cam, oh my goshhh!”

“I know baby, let it out for, daddy.”

lol thank my bf for this chapter cause boyyy I had a time last night 😭

Taglist: @miyahhhhsblog @vesishere @kimmylikesthemall @xxandelion

[honeyforbey]

You Got Me Fucked Up: Tyriq Withers

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x black!fem!reader

Summary: You broke up with your ex because you and him were in a very toxic relationship. You ended up dating another man, he didn't like that.

Note: girl this is inspired by @yonces3xual all her oneshots are so good 😩 and she's so sweet, check her out NOW. 😀Also, lowkey not proofread.

"Girl how you gon fuck him?"

"Mane, im insane with my yellow ding-a-ling"

"You sat on the couch in your living room, a show playing low in the background. But you weren't paying attention. You were scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend, Eric, to get home. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door, and you knew it couldn't be your boyfriend because: 1. It didn't sound like his knock, and 2. He had a key.

You froze as you heard another knock at the door, this time louder. You sat there for a second, then it dawned on you. You remembered that knock...

It sounded like... your ex, Tyriq's knock.

You and him broke up because your relationship was really toxic. You guys always argued and fought. He would leave and come back most of the time smelling like cheap perfume. Then you guys would argue some more before he somehow ended up calming you down, which led to the makeup sex. But somehow, you guys were inseparable... until you finally had enough.

You got pulled out of your thoughts by yet another knock at the door. You slowly started moving toward it carefully, as if not to make any noise and alert him. You stopped in front of the door, slowly lifting your hand to press against it. You took a slow, deep breath before leaning forward to peek through the peephole.

And there he was. Tyriq Withers. The one person you didn't want to see... or so you told yourself.

As if sensing you, his head shot up, his eyes landing on the peephole. Your heart felt like it did a backflip as his eyes seemingly landed on yours. His eyes were low, red, and glossy, like he had been smoking or drinking all night. He had on a hoodie, the hood hanging low over his head. He stared at the peephole for a couple more seconds before speaking.

"I know you're in there, Y/N," he muttered loud enough for you to hear. Your breath hitched as you backed away slightly from the door. "Come on, let me in. It's cold as shit," he complained. You took a deep breath before reaching down and unlocking the door. After you opened it, Tyriq just stood there before speaking.

"So you got another nigga?" "Tyriq, don't start—" "Nah, you got another nigga just like that? So it's just fuck me?" he asked. "Tyriq, we're not together anymore—"

"I don't give a fuck!" he yelled before reaching his hand up to his face and rubbing his forehead, then letting out a sigh. "I don't give a fuck, Y/N. You mine, and you know that," he replied with a low growl as he dropped his hand from his forehead. "I'm yours? Nigga, I'm not a fucking toy." "You let him fuck you? You let him see you in that shit I bought you? Huh?" he questioned as he took a step forward. You took a deep breath.

"Why are you here, Tyriq?" you asked, placing your hand on your hip. "You really think I'ma let that nigga take what's mine?" he said, taking another step forward. He was close now.

Too close.

Your breath hitched as he stood there. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"You drunk," you muttered, taking a small step back. Tyriq let out a dry laugh, shaking his head slowly. "Nah, I’m hurt." "You need to leave." "Nah," he replied quickly. "You don’t get to do that." Your eyebrows furrowed. "Do what?"

"Act like everything we had was nothing." You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding. "Tyriq, we broke up for a reason." "And that lame ass nigga the reason?" he shot back. "This ain’t about Eric." "But you with him." His jaw tightened as he looked around your apartment. "You really lettin’ another nigga live the life I had?" You scoffed. "The life you had? Tyriq, you used to disappear for days." "And I always came back." "That’s not the point!" you snapped.

His eyes flicked past you, into your apartment, like he was searching for something. Like he had a right to. That’s when your voice cut sharper. “Eric’s here,” you said. "You're a bad liar, pretty girl" "Im not lying" You snapped "Yes you are" He whispered as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "You dont miss me?" "T-tyriq, stop" "Im not doing anything, Y/N"

You opened your mouth to say something back but you froze "You know i missed you baby" He said, his breath ghosting over your lips. He backed you up into the house, closing the door behind him..... And you let him.

Finally, he pressed his lips against yours in a deep long kiss. You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. He lifted you up, you gasped into the kiss as you wrapped your legs around him. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at you "I knew you missed me too" "I-i didn't" You replied "Keep telling yourself that" He said as he lowered you onto the couch.

-

"Oh... f-fuck ty" You moaned as Tyriq pounded you from behind "This pussy still so fucking tight, Eric must not fuck you right" He groaned, gripping your waist with a tight grip. All you could do was moan as his dick slid in and out of your soaking cunt. "T-ty please, s-slow down" You whined, reaching your hand back. He grabbed your wrist, pinning your arm too your back "Dont fucking touch me, take this dick" He growled, his hips slamming against your ass with each heavy thrust. "Im gonna cum" You moaned out" "Cum on this dick" He groaned in your ear as he leaned over your back. Your hands gripped the couch pillow as your orgasm hit you hard, a loud moan ripping from your lips.

He quickly pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. You gasped, and before you could even recover he thrusted back into you. "This my fuckin pussy" He growled as he gripped your thighs. "Oh.. mmm, ty" You moaned as you threw your head back. His hand gripped your thighs, holding your legs open. You whined, feeling every inch of his cock sliding against your walls, still sensitive from your recent orgasm.

"Imma make sure you know this pussy mine." He growled as he pounded into you harder. You moaned loudly as you reached up to grip his forearm, feeling yourself about to cum again.

He reached his right hand down, his thumb rubbing your clit. "Cum with me" He groaned in your ear as his thrusted became more sloppy. You moaned loudly, another orgasm ripping through you as Tyriq let out a low groan. His hands gripping your thighs tighter as he buried his cock inside of you, thick ropes of cum filling you.

He stayed buried inside of you for a moment, your body trembling under his as he slowly placed small kisses on your jaw. "This is my pussy and you know it" He growled.

-

You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the tv. All you felt was Tyriq's warm cum inside of you, when you heard the front door open. You looked back and saw Your boyfriend Eric walk in "Hey baby, you good? You look like you seen a ghost" He asked. You stared at him for a second before speaking.

"Yeah, im fine...."

[witherswife]

You gon argue with me or get your pussy ate?- Cameron Cade 18+

summary- Cameron’s long practices are affecting you more and more and you finally confront him. It doesn’t really go your way though.

cw- oral(f receiving), arguing(kind of one sided), uhhh idk if there’s any more

authors note- yall this audio has been stuck in my head for a minuteee and i had to write something😭 this is also rushed and i was half asleep writing but enjoy!

Cameron’s football practices have been long. Longer than usual and it’s been rubbing you the wrong way for awhile but you never said anything.

After he missed another planned date—which was supposed to be movie night—you were officially fed with him. You stayed up on couch with a cold bowl of popcorn, waiting for him to come in.

It was nearly 2am when he stepped in the house. He cut on the lights to see you sitting there, tapping your manicured nail on your knee.

“Baby I mean’t to call but-”

“I don’t wanna hear it Cameron.” You held up your hand before he could finish speaking. “I’ve been listening to excuses for weeks! It seems like every time we plan something, you end up having practice. You’re too busy in the day to try to even make plans, so I really don’t know what to do anymore! And-”

Just as you were about to continue your rant, Cameron dropped his bags of heavy football equipment at the door and walked into the living room. He dropped to his knees in front of you without a word.

Cameron's face was ridden with tiredness as he kneeled there. "Baby.." He swallowed hard, looking up at you. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much this was hurting you—hurting us." His eyes flickered between your furious expression and the uneaten popcorn on the coffee table. The pain he caused was evident.

Without asking, he reached out slowly then gently took one of your hands in both of his—roughed up from practice—and pressed a kiss to your knuckles like a prayer for forgiveness.

He began to direct his kisses to your knees that were pressed together as you sat with your feet under you.

“Now are you gonna keep arguing or let me apologize the right way?” He looked up at you again, more assertively this time. His hands moved up past your knee, and began rubbing your thighs—higher and higher.

Your breath caught and your anger melted away into a different kind of heat. When you didn’t answer, he hooked his thumbs behind your knees and parted your legs.

“Are you gonna answer me or do I have to answer for you?”

“Apologize the right way…” You breathed out. He dragged your body forward to the edge of the couch and gazed at the wet patch on your lacy panties.

His thumb pressed down into your center, making you squirm. “You sitting here yelling at me knowing you’re soaking like you’re in heat.” He mumbled without even looking back up at you.

You couldn't even form a sentence before his fingers hooked onto the fabric and slid them to the side, revealing your dripping pussy to the cold air.

He leaned in, blowing air into that little button teasingly before diving in and licking from your entrance to your clit and wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh my- Cameron!” You gasped out loud as he suckled hard on your clit whilst swirling his tongue around it.

“Feel good, don’t it?” he groaned into you.

His hand splayed across your stomach, holding you down while he feasted on you. Argument and problems were far gone out of your mind.

Your mind was blank except for the way your boyfriend was eating you out, and it was really fucking good.

“Feels so fucking—shit—good!”

That feeling began to build up in your lower half the more Cameron lapped at your juices flowing out like nectar.

“I’m gonna cum, Cam.”

He smirked up at you and stroked two fingers up and down your slit before sliding them in, joining his mouth in the pleasure.

“Go ahead and cum for me, Ma.” He wasted no time curling and thrusting his fingers while still flicking his tongue around your clit.

Your back arched off the couch the best it could with his hand holding you down. Your words turned into incoherent rambles as he fingered and licked you into an intense orgasm.

“Good fucking job…” he teased mockingly, chuckling after.

“Shit, shit, shittt…” The orgasm was prolonged by Cameron’s fingers that were still plunging into you but now at a slower pace. He made sure to get all that he could out of you.

“Look at all that goodness…” He mumbled and leaned in to clean up the mess between your legs with his tongue. After about a minute, he lifted his head and sucked your release off his fingers.

“I’m sorry again. I’ll talk to Coach, try to get some days off.” He rose off his knees and bent down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

What caught you by surprise was him scooping you up bridal style and hauling you to your shared bedroom.

“I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow because I’m spending all night making it up to you,” you laughed, knowing he was dead serious about his promise.

[witherswife]

why did i forget how to write smut.. im irritated

[witherswife]

when I post this little fic, nobody point out the poor writing!!