Upon seeing an all too familiar frown morph on your face, Telemachus tried to brush off the growing ache forming in his chest. He grasped your wrists, trailing his touch down to rub small circles onto the back of your hands. “It won’t be as long as last time, I promise”. He brought them up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on each one.
Your heart twisted watching the gesture. Eyes welling with tears as you gazed at him, you voiced, “you just came back…”. You had been tending to your weaving when he came into your shared chamber to break the news. The distance never became easy. If anything, it had become harder to say goodbye, fearing one day may be the last time you see him.
“I know”. His voice was hardly above a whisper, subdued underneath the unseen weight each departure held. “I know I have”. He tipped your chin up when you averted your gaze, trying to prevent any droplets from breaking through the barrier. Concern washing over his features, Telemachus felt his own eyes glaze over. “Athena will see to it that I come back to you again”.
He held your cheek, placing your other hand over his heart for balance. “You know I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen, yes…?” You wordlessly nod without hesitation, seeking grounding in his words. Embracing his forearm, you clung to him.
“When do you have to leave?”
“Tomorrow night”. As soon as he spoke, you drew your blurred vision to his chest, a few stray tears escaping in response. He caught the ones he could, gently swiping them away with his thumb. “My love…”. Telemachus pulled you into his hold, pressing your head against him while stroking the nape of your neck. You melted into the hug, wrapping your arms around his lower back for closeness. “Please, don’t be upset. You won’t be left alone for long…”.
You two stayed in that position for a moment, softly breathing as you absentmindedly caressed each other. After a few minutes, your tears stopped. Pulling back to peer up at him again, you took that opportunity to look over his features, engraving them within your mind’s eye once more. Telemachus did the same, a faint smile ghosting his lips while he did. Keeping a grasp on your cheek, he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before placing a kiss on your lips. He placed several more pecks, beginning to walk you towards the bed.
Tugging on his garments, you urged him to remove his clothes. Once he did, his attention was drawn to your dress. It pooled around your ankles in one go, allowing you space to step out of the barrier. He followed as you crawled onto the bed, pulling him into your embrace. Reconnecting your lips, Telemachus settled in between your legs, gliding his length through your folds. You moaned, head spinning with need from his actions. Raking your nails across his broad shoulders, you locked your legs around his hips, bringing him flush against you.
He twitched at the feeling of your arousal coating the underside of his member. Breath hitching as he parted, he squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs, rubbing his hands up and down. Continuing the slow drag of his hips against you, his lips landed on your cheeks, affording both the same level of care and attention. Pausing once he reached your ear, he uttered, “there isn’t a day that goes by without you on my mind”. Mewling when his tip nudged your clit, your stomach stirred, hearing the longing in his voice.
You prompted him to look at you, soothingly tracing his jaw as he did. Lining himself with your entrance, Telemachus inched inside, gliding along your warmth until he was fully sheathed. Maintaining measured eye contact, no words were exchanged yet enough was said through your bodies. He rested his forehead among yours, making sure you felt every emotion rooted in his veins alone. Pulsing around his length, your heart clenched when he started moving. Vision wavering now, you released a broken moan. The stretch alone was enough to send a spiral of pleasure through your core.
Curling your hand in his hair while grasping his cheek, you sealed your lips together. Groaning into your mouth, he set a steady rhythm rocking in and out. You briefly detached, grazing your nose against his to murmur, “I’ll be right here waiting for you”. The feeling that erupted in his chest was bittersweet. Telemachus couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you again but your unyielding faith that he would always come back was woven tight around his heart. Your words only spurring him on, he repositioned his hands under your thighs, shifting them at an angle.
Increasing the pace of his hips now, you had trouble keeping your eyes open as a sharp pang of arousal spread in your stomach. The lewd sound rising in volume from his calculated thrusts drifted into your ears. Releasing a shaky moan while the beginning signs of your orgasm bloomed, your grip on his jaw fell. No matter how much time has passed, Telemachus never grew tired of studying your expressions. Learning exactly what leaves a lasting imprint on you was one of his vices. Through hooded eyes, he watched your lips quiver and your brows furrow, deciding now would be the perfect moment to send you to that state.
Leaning within earshot, he grunted, tightening his hold on your thighs. A string of groans followed as you dropped your hand, clawing down his abdomen. Eyes fluttering shut at the sound, you released a sharp moan. Head falling back into the pillows now, every deep, precise stroke he gave fueled the heat swirling in your stomach. Thighs trembling in his grasp now, your back arched while waves of pleasure trickled throughout your body. Mind drifting into a haze, you ran your nails through his curls, pulsing around his length.
Your own orgasm triggering his, Telemachus tensed, burying himself to the hilt before spurts of cum coated your walls. He encircled your body, finding your lips to give you another kiss. Reluctantly parting for air, he turned his attention to your cheeks, placing several lingering pecks on you. A warm smile spread across your face at the feeling. Pulling back to peer at you clearly, he voiced, “I love you”. Wrapping both arms around his shoulders again, you soothingly rubbed your fingers along his skin.
“I love you too”
Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated!
Hiiiii, okay I just randomly thought of this in my head and I HAD to share it. Could you write a story with Cameron or Ledger (either is fine it don’t matter) where they attempt the “No Nut November “ challenge? And we get to see who breaks first, either reader or one of them? 🤭 (I can see this going a hilariously wrong as they try to seduce each other 🤣)
YESSS this is going to be fun to write, thank you so much for sharing!! I’ll do Cameron for this (and possibly one for Ledger as well at some point!)
I’ll also give a heads up now on the order of the posts in my drafts lol:
- next one will be about Telemachus; something short I wrote on a whim IMMEDIATELY after watching the film (im sorry yall, superrr brief intermission from Ledger because I had to indulge, the odyssey has me HOOKED rn 😩)
- ** I’ve already started writing this so it will be posted shortly after and be on the longer end!! **
Synopsis: On an annual cabin trip with friends, you're caught off guard, left with no choice but to fix things with Ledger thanks to a scheme set up by Roman
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: service dom!Ledger, forced proximity/exes trope, light emotional angst, piv, fluff, smut, fingering (f!reader), dirty talk, scent kink, missionary, creampie, maxxed out on the intimacy, want live in each others skin badddd dynamic, Roman mentioned, grief mentioned, only proofread once !
WC: 5.1k
A/N: y’all im sorry, ik it’s been a minute but i hope you enjoy this one! parent trap slipped into my mind at some point throughout this LOL but the songs on loop for this one were I Miss You by Beyoncé and Sunshine by Steve Lacy (yes this is set in winter, I can’t help it😩!)
Excitedly stepping out of the car, your heart dropped upon seeing a familiar truck already at the cabin. Your face fell at the realization you’d have to deal with being in the same space as Ledger for the remainder of the trip. Your other friends seemed oblivious except for Roman who quickly turned his gaze towards you, to begin bargaining.
“I know what you’re thinking but before you say anything, hear me out!”
“I’m leaving. You guys have fun without me!” There was an edge of humor in your tone masking how close you were to actually turning around and walking home, no matter how far away the destination was.
“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I invited him! I thought you wouldn’t come if I told you”.
“You were right in thinking that. What in your right mind made you think I’d be fine being around him?!” It had been six months since the breakup. Your stomach turned just thinking about how things were left.
Romans tone was earnest as he acknowledged his fault in the matter. “I’m sorry for blindsiding you like this, I know things are still fresh there, but please… give it a chance for me”. You leveled with him through your eye contact, resolve slipping at his words. Developing a friendship in high school, you had known Roman for years at this point. He happened to be the one who introduced you to Ledger, calling himself a matchmaker at the time. That was the only reason you began rethinking your anger. He knew you and Ledger well enough to gauge whether this would be a disaster or exactly what you both needed.
“I want you two to have a good time, relax, and be comfortable! It’s been too long since I’ve seen it happen”. Neither of you took the distance from each other well, slowly becoming a shell of the person you once were when you were together. Despite breaking it off, you couldn’t acclimate to a new normal without him, longing for the affection his presence alone would bring you.
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re not going to be alone with him. You have the three of us right now and the rest coming tomorrow”.
With Roman’s voice carrying you out of your wandering mind, you caved with a small sigh. “Ok”.
Repeating, “Ok?”, with a smile, he stuck both of his thumbs up for confirmation.
You returned the gesture begrudgingly, “Ok”. Immediately after agreeing to have a good time, you glance past him catching a glimpse of Ledger walking out the door to help with luggage. Smile dimming at the sight, a flood of emotions came rushing over you. Taking advantage of the fact he hadn’t felt your gaze yet, you took in his attire, feeling heat creep up your neck as you did. He still looks good…
Feeling your stare, Ledger stopped in his tracks, turning his head in that direction to find you. He clenched his jaw, heart lurching as he scanned your figure. An onslaught of past memories at the cabin while you two were together bubbled to the surface in his mind. She looks happy…
From first looks alone, both of you were under the impression the other was thriving from being separated but it was far from it. The shared stolen glances didn’t last long as you averted your gaze, beginning to walk up the pathway toward the door. Stepping further outside, Ledger walked opposite of you, keeping his gaze steady. Unaware of his lingering eyes, you didn’t catch him pausing in his trek to look back after you brushed passed him. Even through the crisp chill of the snow flurries, your fragrance sharply hit his nose. Taking a deep inhale, his stomach twisted with need. No matter which scent you chose to add in your routine, the undercurrent of your natural scent drew him in, making his blood rush out of sheer recall.
Once everyone had gotten settled throughout the cabin and picked their rooms, you all convened downstairs to play a few board games. Ignoring the piercing feeling of his eyes from across the table the entire time, you kept your communication minimal. You clenched your thighs, trying to brush off how affected you were each time your gaze met. Ledger watched everything, from the glimmer that sparked in your pupils when you laughed, to the look of concentration you held whenever your turn came around.
After several rounds of uno, you all decided to finish as things began getting a bit too competitive. You traveled upstairs at some point to unpack and fold your clothes. About fifteen minutes in, a message from Roman pops up.
“Went to get gas, we’ll be back soon”.
A thin wave of suspicion washed over you, but you brushed it off, summing it up as nothing until he called you ten minutes later.
“Soooo It’s looking like we may be stuck out here for a couple hours”.
Having an inclination he was up to something, you paused for a moment. “Why…? And who is we…?”
“Me, grace, and Carmen. Apparently, there’s a snow storm coming in so we’re just going to wait it out”.
Putting two and two together, you stopped folding your clothes, letting out a deep sigh. “You suck Rome, seriously. And on top of that, you’re an awful liar! You said I wouldn’t be alone with him!”.
“I should’ve specified you won’t have to for the entire trip, my bad!” Rolling your eyes at the sound of his chuckle over the line, he continued. “Promise, both of you will thank me later. I have faith you guys will hash things out and we’ll all have a great time this week like we always do!”
You should’ve known he was planning something, but the inkling hadn’t crossed your mind until seeing Ledgers truck. None of this came as a surprise considering this would’ve been the first winter vacation where you two weren’t together. Let alone in a rocky place. And despite your frustration, you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to smooth things over. If things do happen to change, it’s not lost on you that you’d be unable to remain platonic with the feelings attached to him, but you missed him… deeply.
As Ledger was left ruminating in his room, the sentiment was mutual. He didn’t think you would’ve come but he also had zero clue Roman omitted the fact that he was coming. Running through the best ways to approach you, he settled on finding the right opportunity. You made it very clear where you stood with him the day you declared you couldn’t do it anymore, the weight of your connection teetering until it was too much. After much protest, he gave up, leaving you to stand firm in your stance because he couldn’t stomach the thought of you being unfulfilled with him.
Knowing you’d find some comfort in watching the snow fall, you headed downstairs after changing your clothes. Standing right in front of the large window next to the fireplace, you checked the weather app. A small snicker slipped out once you confirmed there was no storm coming. Only given a second to bask in said comfort, you heard Ledgers foot steps behind you before his voice. “Can we talk?”
Heart rate steadily rising, you were quiet for a second. You refused to face him, fearing your guard would break down the moment you saw his face. It was one thing, stealing a few glances when company was around but it was something else entirely different when you were alone, left with no other form of distraction. Standing a short distance away, he waited for any sign of acknowledgement. “Are you planning on ignoring me the whole trip?” Just as you were preparing to speak, you felt a gust of air nip at your skin when he shifted to step in front of you.
As soon as he did, you turned away, feeling your throat start to constrict. In one instance of closeness, you felt the heaviness of that day seep in all over again. Maybe a conversation isn’t necessary… “There’s nothing to talk about”. After uttering a response, you began walking away in the direction of the stairs.
Ledger followed, persistent in cracking your shell. “Don’t do that… not with me”. Heart twisting at your demeanor, he knew you were hurt but he didn’t think this would come as a result. Any disagreement or misunderstandings you two had in your relationship was always solved through communication. No matter what, big or small, it was handled. He couldn’t grasp why that was no longer the case. You had never brushed him off like this or flat out decided against speaking. Softening his tone, he was close on your trail, doubling down, “How can you expect us to be good for the rest of the time if you can’t even look at me?”
He grasped your forearm, urging you to turn around and spare him a look. He’d take anything. You stopped, now having no choice but to peer up at him, tears welling in your eyes as soon as you did. “I don’t know what you want me to say”.
Ledgers expression shifted at the sight of hurt behind your eyes. “Just talk to me, please…”. He brought his hand down to yours, pleading with you. Stroking his thumb back and forth against your skin, he added, “I never wanted this to happen to us… you know that”.
Throat constricting before uttering, “Neither did I- “, your mind flashed back to how you felt in that moment. With a stray droplet rolling down your cheek, you voiced, “every time you pushed me away…”, unable to finish your sentence. You drew your gaze toward his touch, sliding your hand out of his grasp. “I’m not going to force you to let me in if you’re not comfortable, but I can’t handle that anymore”.
He cupped your cheek, swiping your tears away before tipping your head up so you wouldn’t look away. “I’ve always been comfortable with you. I’m sorry I made you feel different… I am”. Ledger contemplated voicing the reason he forces himself to detach from you. “That’s not it, I promise it’s not, I just—”. Clearing his throat before a blockage could form, he responded in a hushed tone, “I don’t want to burden you with seeing me like that”.
As soon as his words registered in your mind, you thought back to his behavior. He had unintentionally fallen into the pattern of pushing you away to tread along the ebbs and flows of his grief alone. Especially during the month of April. It never dawned on him how much he actually withdrew in those moments until you broke up with him. “It’s not a burden… I’ve never viewed it like that”. Scanning the solemn gleam in his eyes, you leaned into his touch, bringing your hand up to rub his forearm. “I just want to be there for you.” Trying to prevent a fresh wave of tears, your eyes drifted. “I always went to you whenever I needed you in moments like that, so I just thought-…”. Unable to keep your composure stoic, a few more droplets stained your cheeks.
“I do need you…”. His eyes glazed over the longer he stared, grazing your cheek with his thumb. Voice barely above a whisper, Ledger pleaded, “don’t give up on this, please”. The thought of ending the trip without having you by his side again sent his mind reeling. “Give me another chance baby… it won’t be the same anymore”. Feeling compelled under his gaze, you looked off to the side again. You did your best to remain unwavering until his next words.
“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore”. Cupping both your cheeks to wipe the tears as they came, a lump took place in Ledgers throat at the possibility of you saying that. “Tell me you need me to leave and I will, I promise…”
Before you knew it, his body was inches away. Your stomach started turning at the mere idea, fully rejecting the notion you had no more feelings for him. You placed your other hand on his abdomen to ground yourself. “I can’t do that…”. Once you met his eyes, hope bloomed in his chest. He kissed your temple, immediately wrapping his arms around you to envelope you in a bear hug.
Melting into his embrace, you absentmindedly drew your nails along his lower back, pressing your cheek against his chest. Your body settled as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Ledger began stroking the nape of your neck, slipping into a state of remembrance once he rested his chin on your head. Too many months had passed without feeling you. Without hearing your voice. Your laughter… that could never happen again.
Needing to hear the soft flow of your breath, he hooked his hands behind your thighs, lifting you up to link your legs around him. You shifted your arms towards his shoulders, placing your head in his neck for better access of his scent. In that instance, you heard Ledger utter, “I missed you”. He attempted to keep his voice steady, hiding the pain in his statement but you caught it.
Raising your head to peer at him, you caught a glimpse of a single tear rolling down his face before disappearing once it met his facial hair. Your voice was thick with emotion as you responded, “I missed you too”. Finally having an opportunity to admire it up close, you tentatively ran your fingers over his scruff. The difference wasn’t drastic but there was noticeably more hair. As you took your time admiring him, he started walking towards the couch. Mumbling, “you grew it out”, you brought your gaze back to his eyes.
Now having you straddle him, Ledger rubbed your thighs, staring with a small smile. “Not intentionally. I just haven’t felt like trimming it as much”. You hummed in response, unable to keep your eyes from dropping. His features were still accentuated with the subtle influx of hair, maintaining the sharp framing of his face. “You like it? I can shave it right now if you don’t”.
Swiftly shaking your head in disbelief, you clarified, “no, no, keep it please. I love it”. Shuffling your hips closer to his body, you traced the outline of his lips with your thumb. The faint idea of someone else touching him like this slowly started to creep into your mind, festering until you grew quiet. Growing worried at the expression painting your face, Ledger squeezed your flesh.
“What is it?”
You glanced down for a second, gathering your emotions before asking flat out, “have you… have you been with anyone else?”
“I haven’t”. He shook his head no, thinking about all of the nights he spent imagining you. “Any relief I’ve gotten during the last few months has been from the thought of you”.
Your body warming up after hearing his comment, a welcome wave of need started simmering in your stomach. “I haven’t either… I’ve been doing the same thing”. You paused, replaying the last time you did as arousal pooled in your core. “It’s not as satisfying as real life”.
Familiar with that glimmer in your eyes, he coaxed, “walk me through your favorite one, hm?” He slid his hands under your hoodie, skimming your waist. Dropping his voice an octave to encourage, “tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine”, a playful smile spread on his face.
Hesitant to confess at first, you contemplated for a little bit until cracking a similar smile. “Ok… in my vision you were watching me touch myself at first until my fingers dipped inside”. You caressed his chest, a cocoon of warmth flooding your body before you could continue. “Then you replaced my hand with yours, starting out slow before picking up speed”.
Ledger clenched his jaw, attentively watching you recall your own vision. He smoothed his hands over your ass, gently urging you to say more. “What else baby? I know that’s not all…”
“You stopped before I came so that you could feel me cum on you…”, you blushed, hesitating on saying the next sentence for fear of sounding too on the nose but decided to anyway. “Don’t laugh but we made love, that’s it. Nothing crazy but it was enough to get me there”. A small laugh escaped you as he grinned, more than happy hearing you utter those words. “It’s your turn”.
“Yours isn’t too far off from mine but you were riding my face to start, completely oblivious of my hand moving in sync with your hips…” Ledger twitched in his pants, tightening his grip on your waist before trailing his hands down to your thighs. “Then I flipped you onto your back and made love to you”. He stared for a bit, wetting his lips as he leaned in close to speak next to your ear. “That went on for a few rounds and mine was a lot more vivid than that but I’m sure you know that already…”
Taking a quiet breath in, you raked your nails along the nape of his neck as a deep pang of arousal hit your core. Your hand ventured to his jaw, nudging his head back into place so you could see him while the other drifted up and down his abdomen. You ghosted your lips against his, pressing a light kiss before pulling away to tease. Ledger didn’t let you distance for more than a few seconds before molding them together again, groaning into your mouth.
Smiling into the kiss, you returned with the same fervor, clutching his shirt to pull him close. He slipped his hand under your hoodie, pressing the small of your back. You let out a small moan as the ache to be filled settled in your stomach. Reminding yourself not to get too carried away in the living room, you abruptly detached, pushing off of his chest to stand. Ledger briefly looked confused until you grasped his hand, prompting him to follow as you led him towards the stairs. His eyes wandered down your body, lingering on the curve of your ass.
Happily traipsing into your room still hand in hand with one another, you turned to face him now, quickly caught up in his embrace again. He circled your waist, tipping your chin up to extend the kiss. You fleetingly gripped his arms before fiddling with his shirt, trying to lift it up off of him. Ledger parted, tossing it over his head to then focus on helping you strip out of your clothes, leaving you naked. Directing your hands down to unbuckle his pants, you hooked your finger through the middle loop, walking backwards toward the bed. Following every step you took, he dipped his head down, reconnecting your lips.
Along the slow shuffle to the bed, you unzipped his jeans, tugging his dick out from the confines of his boxers. After completely shrugging them off to the side, Ledger reluctantly detached to utter, “go kneel on the bed for me baby”. Releasing soft pants of air, you nodded, moving into position. Kneeling with your calves resting under your thighs as you sat facing the window, you were able to catch a glimpse of the snow falling through the sheer curtains. In the middle of admiring the view, you felt him take place behind you.
He massaged your breast, winding his other arm around your midsection to keep you pressed against his body. You relaxed upon feeling his skin rub across your own, instinctively clasping onto his forearms for increased contact. Ledger trailed his hand up, propping your chin so he was within earshot. “The pressures right here hm?” With your head resting on his chest, you mewled, grazing his hand as it descended past your navel. He added a bit of compression to place emphasis on the area, causing a spiral of arousal to hit your core. After seeing you nod out a response, he questioned, “how long…?”
Mumbling out, “since I saw you”, your voice had now developed a faint rasp. He started rubbing slow circles on your stomach, feeling himself twitch against your back at the sound. “Didn’t except to see your hair like that…”. Tipping your head sideways, Ledger leaned in, connecting your lips. His hand gravitated lower until he reached your pussy, gliding a finger in between your folds to gather your arousal. You paused the kiss, breathing into his mouth when he started rolling the pad of his finger in gradual loops over your clit.
He inserted his finger, drawing a moan out of you. “I’ll keep it like this”. Ledger shifted your head back to his chest, voicing right into your ear, “just for you”. Adding another digit, he began pumping them in and out, starting to nip at the skin under your ear. You moaned, eyes fluttering as his pace steadily increased. The warmth spiked in your core with every lap of his tongue swirling against you. Your mind slipped into a comfortable state of calm, feeling his fingers glide past your walls with ease. It never took him long to raise the volume of your squelching when it came to knowing what spots to hit.
Ledger was straining behind you with beads of precum forming as you involuntarily attempted to rock your hips in sync with his movements. He curled his fingers, grazing your g-spot each time they sunk back in. After leaving a sufficient amount of love-bites, he wrapped his arm around your frame again, massaging your breast while holding you in place. Your eyes shut once he sped up, driving you closer to the edge. Uttering in a hushed tone, “Look at that”, he was fixated on the way your thighs vibrated beside his hand from the impact.
You briefly opened your eyes, fixing your gaze down. The bulk of his arm fondling your breasts slightly blocked your view but the prominent sight of his veins scaling down his arm caused you to clench around his fingers. A sharp pang of pleasure coiled deep in your stomach. Stuttering out, “f-fuck I’m close baby”, your head lolled back against him as you quickly felt the start of your orgasm sparking through your core.
Huskily encouraging, “Coat my fucking fingers just like that”, Ledger reinforced his hold on you. Thrumming in and out rapidly now, he drew his gaze towards any portion of your face he could see, watching your brows furrow. You dug your nails into his arm before wrapping your hand around his wrist to brace yourself. “I’ve got you baby, let go”. On cue, the knot embedded in your core unraveled, oozing out as he continued plunging them inside you. Thighs trembling as your orgasm momentarily rendered you limp, you were engulfed by the haze. He slowed his hand once your body settled, eventually retracting after giving you a moment. You glanced down, whimpering as he brought them up to taste your fluid.
Carefully moving so that you could lay down on the bed now, Ledger positioned himself between your legs. Gripping the base of his dick now, he landed a few teasing slaps on your folds, eliciting a shudder from you. He glided it up and down through your arousal before naturally aligning, prodding into your entrance like muscle memory. You couldn’t decide where to look, gaze set on his face before wandering down his body to see him bottom out. Drawing his stare over your breasts toward your face, he palmed your thighs, pressing them against his skin. The potent curling sensation that swirled inside your core every time you felt him stretch you out was heightened this time. Eyes fluttering shut as your head tipped back into the pillow, you twisted your hands in the sheets before reaching out to feel him on instinct.
Ledgers abdomen brushed against your palms as he came down in your space, hooking his arms beside your head to embrace the sides of your neck. Heart pumping loudly in his ears now, he stilled, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. Placing his face in the crook of your shoulder, he spilled out, “F-fuck, you feel—”, letting out a groan when you roamed your nails past his happy trail.
Mewling out, “look at me”, you pulsed around his length as soon as his eyes met yours. He pecked your lips once, then twice before deepening the kiss. You moaned, shifting your head to draw him closer. Reluctant to part once you needed air, Ledger took that moment to move, gradually withdrawing to sink back in. You locked your legs, keeping him flush against your body with each slow stroke. Your hands found his back, clinging to him throughout his unhurried rhythm. Upon every exhale you released, he’d fill you up, trailing his gaze across your features to watch them morph with pleasure.
Eyes glazing over as he whispered, “I’m sorry”, each time he saw you cry flooded through his mind. Throat constricting over the thought of spending any more months without you, he unconsciously shook his head in response to them. “I-I’m sorry”. Ledger curled his arm underneath your back, grabbing hold of your waist now. “I can’t lose you again, I’m not—”. He found your lips again, moving in sync with the drive of his hips.
You brazenly moan into his mouth, growing dizzy from the sensation of his veins rubbing against your walls as if his life depended on it. Swallowing every mewl you made, he gently tugged your bottom lip before resuming the kiss, only letting up so you could breathe. “I’ll show you how serious I am about us baby…”. Now dropping his forehead onto yours, he swiped your swollen lips across each other, eyes hanging low. “Need you to trust that”.
The pleading glint in his eyes accompanied with the edge of pain laced in his tone struck your heart. Murmuring in an airy tone, “I know”, you analyzed his features. This was already more emotion than he had shown you during the last few weeks leading up to the break up. You squeezed his bicep, breath hitching as his thrusts grew calculated, nudging your g-spot. “I’m not going anywhere baby”.
Feeling spurred on by your words, Ledger increased the speed a notch. Ever so slightly tipping your jaw to the side, he dipped down, placing kisses across your cheek until reaching your ear. “Promise me”.
Body purring with desire, you hum, “I promise”. He connected his lips to your neck as soon as the statement spilled out. Groan muffled against your skin, he lost the last thread of inhibition keeping his pace somewhat slowed down. You knew it was coming, anticipating the exact moment he’d succumb. Scaling his back up and down out of reflex, your mouth parted. “F-fuck, I promise baby”.
He twitched, undulating his hips against your skin as the wet sound you accumulated continued penetrating his senses. “I love you”. His tone had dropped, fully encapsulating every emotion he felt when he moved his head to gaze down at you. Holding his eyes level, he zoned in on each whimper, trailing his stare all over your face. You were completely gone, vision glazing over under the weight of it. “So much”.
He had whispered the last part, pouring every ounce of love he had into each lunge. Lip quivering at the feeling, you attempted to speak, words catching in your throat when you did. “I—”. It had coiled around your entire body like a weighted blanket, sending an intense ripple of pleasure rolling through your stomach. Ledger leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before leaving a lingering kiss on your lips.
Planting another one on your cheek now, he grazed your skin with his thumb, soothing against the shell of your ear, “I know you do”. A tremor ran up his spine as he tipped your face in the direction of his ear to hear every sound that rolled off your tongue. You clawed down his back, clinging to his arm while his thrusts sped up. He tightened his grip on your waist, groaning at the slight sting that followed. Arching up into him further, your blinks slowed down, chasing the feeling surging in your core. It was lost on you at this point how loud or quiet you were, purely caught up in how good he felt. “Let me feel it baby”.
The tickle of his facial hair against your skin was the last thing you registered before giving in at his request. For a moment your breath halted as your orgasm racked your body, tingling in waves that had you trembling in his touch. Ledger tensed, throbbing as you pulsated around him, triggering his own climax. He nestled deep inside you, a heavy groan escaping while ropes of his cum coated your walls. You two basked in the fuzzy warmth, allowing yourselves a few minutes to steady your breathing. During that time, you absentmindedly soothed your nails along his skin, finding yourself smiling now.
Breaking the soft silence, Ledger lifted his head, questioning, “better, or no?”, with a lazy smile painted on his face.
Pretending to ponder, you hummed, “hmmm give me a second to think…”, before cracking a wide smile. “Much better… ten out ten” Ledger chuckled, kissing your cheek in response. Your mind had quickly drifted to his admission from earlier, heat traveling up your neck as it did. “I think it’s only fair we try yours…”. Your gaze briefly dropped to his lips, trailing toward his facial hair. The picture you had painted of how he’d look afterwards was stuck in your system now, causing a small stir in your stomach. “Just so you can determine, of course…”
A knowing smile settled on his face upon seeing the gears turn in your head. “We will baby…”. He took in the content, sated look that often made its way onto your features once you were tapped out for the night. “Soon as I know you can handle it, that’s the first thing we’re doing”.
Projecting the same glint of excitement that was shown through his pupils, you gently teased, “you promise…?”
He didn’t respond right away, appreciating the fact that the tantalizing effect you had on him from your voice alone hadn’t changed at all. If anything, it felt stronger after being apart for so long. “I promise”.
After taking entirely too long in the shower together, you two slipped under the covers. Ledger spooned you from behind, circling one arm underneath your body to press against your boobs, holding you close with the other wrapped securely around your midsection. Legs mingled, you rested your arms around his, easing into his skin for comfort. Before you could succumb to sleep, your phone pinged on the dresser next to you with a message from Roman.
“Y’all were loud as hell btw but we’re all glad you made up!!”
Releasing a quiet groan, you couldn’t help the small laugh that came from the realization they came back at some point unbeknownst to both of you. Ledger had already fallen asleep, quietly snoring behind you as he unconsciously pulled you close.
Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3
Synopsis: what better way to wind down Valentine’s Day than with a movie night in the bed of his truck? *Based on this lovely request!*
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: soft!dom Ledger, fluff, aftercare, dom/sub dynamics, slightly rough, semi public situation, hold the moan, dirty talk, daddy kink, size kink, dry humping, prone bone, piv, smut, creampie, pretend I posted this on valentines day :)
WC: 2.3k
A/N: fairly raunchy in this one, had fun writing it so I hope y’all enjoy lol!
Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3
“You trust me, right?”
Cheeks beginning to hurt at this point in the day, a small smile spread across your face at the sound of his voice from behind. His big arms were wrapped around your mid-section as he guided you through the front door toward the truck. He had preemptively placed a blindfold over your eyes, ensuring you wouldn’t be able to get a peek of the evening surprise. Keeping your head pressed against his chest, you grasped his forearms. Mumbling, “yes”, in anticipation, you couldn’t tame your excitement. Ledger had been pretty strict thus far in making sure you’d be surprised by all of his antics today, but this one was the most intriguing.
Once you reached the truck he turned you around, snaking his hands behind your thighs before seamlessly lifting you up. Instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist, you heard him open the passenger door. He transferred your body to the seat, making sure you were secure. You reluctantly detached, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne. Feeling heat creep up your neck, you muttered, “thank you”, smiling when he kissed your temple in response.
The entire ride you tried relying on your senses to guess where he was taking you. Nearing the location, he glanced over with a smirk. “Haven’t figured it out yet huh?!” Holding in your laugh, you shook your head no.
“How much longer?” Shortly after saying that, Ledger made a right turn.
“Not much longer, we’re here”. Feeling him stop the truck, you eagerly reached for the blindfold. He caught your wrist before you could remove it, chuckling “wait a second baby, give me a chance to make sure everything is set”. Placing your hand in your lap, you waited, hearing him get out. Ledger rounded the vehicle, heading toward the projector screen to double check it was connected properly. There was an unoccupied, clear wooded area off one of the main pathways. Unbeknownst to you, he had come to the spot a few times over the course of the week as soon as he found it. The first two times were to check if anyone frequented the area while the third was used as preparation.
Turning around to lay everything out on the bed of his truck, he did one more once-over before reaching the passenger side. Hearing the click of the door, you smile, extending your arm expectantly. Leaning in, he draped it across his shoulder, grabbing your thighs to carry you again. Feeling gravel and dirt under your feet when he set you down, it dawned on you why he said dress comfortably. After guiding your steps toward the screen, Ledger halted, placing you right in front of it. “Ready baby?” You keenly rub along his forearm, giving him a fervent nod in response. As soon as you did, he untied the blindfold, pulling it off your face.
He shifted, moving next to you in order to see the way your face lit up. You turned around, smile widening as you took in the layout. “This is so cute, I love it!” There were several large, fluffy, blankets layered in the bed of the truck with enough pillows and snacks to provide for more than two people.
Hearing Ledger chime out, “We can watch whatever you want but I have your favorite movies cued up just in case”, you drew your attention towards him. Reaching out to grasp onto his arms, you jumped, winding your legs around his body. Showering his face with pecks, heat swirled in your core when he connected your lips, squeezing the underside of your thighs. Holding you securely in his embrace, he started walking to set you down on the tailgate. Reluctantly parting for air, your eyes scanned his figure, admiring the way he filled out his Henley.
The sentiment you held was clear through your tone when expressing, “I love you”.
He gazed at you through blown pupils, smoothing his hands down each calf before slipping your shoes off, placing them in the corner of the truck. “I love you more”. Completing the action with a warm smile, he tipped your chin up, pressing another kiss on your mouth, then cheek. “Go ahead and get comfortable, I’m right behind you, ok?”
You nod, turning to crawl into place. By the time you found yourself cozy under the covers, Ledger planted himself next to you. Throwing your legs into his lap, he started massaging your thighs, patiently waiting for you to choose the movie. Looking towards the screen once you made your choice, your eyes skimmed the outline. You encircled your hands around his arm, voicing, “the lights are a nice touch”. Peering over at him with a fond expression, you questioned, “when did you set this up?”
“Few days ago. I found this clearing like a week ago, realized no one really seems aware of it and at that point decided to make good use of it”.
“So…”, you paused, dropping your gaze as you squeezed his bicep. “What I’m hearing is we’ll be uninterrupted…?”
Nodding his head, “just us out here”, slipped out as Ledger cupped your jaw, guiding you in for a kiss. “You can be patient for me though, can’t you baby?” He grazed your cheek when you nodded, dragging his hand up your thigh a bit. In anticipation, arousal began furling in your stomach from his touch. After his gaze lingered on your lips, he slid his arm around your waist, keeping you nestled against his shoulder.
As the movie started slowly progressing, the breeze shifted, nipping at your arms. Pulling on the covers in an attempt to gain warmth, you were coming to the realization wearing a thin, long sleeve ribbed V-neck wasn’t ideal. Taking notice, Ledger briefly separated to slide his flannel off, draping it over your shoulders. You slip your arms through, hugging the material to your body. Eyes drifting down, he caught a glimpse of your cleavage peeking through as a few of your buttons snapped open in the process. He clenched his jaw, the sight sending a spark of need down his abdomen. Seeing you in his clothing was the quickest way to get his heart racing. “Better?”
The heady scent of his cologne and natural aroma wafting into your space filled your senses along with the gruff edge in his voice. Involuntarily pressing your thighs together, you reattach your hands to his forearm laid across your legs to feel the bulk of his muscles. “Much better, thank you”.
He laced your fingers, bringing your palm towards his lips to press a kiss in the center. “Come here”.
Happily following his instruction, you moved over to straddle his lap. He connected your lips, falling into a slow rhythm as he gripped your ass. Shortly after, he found himself inching his hands up, sliding in between your leggings and underwear to cup you close. You moan, grasping his arms as he ground you against his bulge. Ledger gave your bottom lip a gentle tug before settling a hand on your throat, deepening the kiss. The delicate throb in your core grew intense, morphing into an uncomfortable ache the longer you were left empty. Trailing his grip up to your jaw now, he parted, tipping your head to the side to plant soft pecks on your cheek. You dropped your hand to his abdomen, the contrast in his touch sending a twinge of arousal through your navel.
Within earshot now, he uttered, “You need daddy to warm you up? Is that it…?”
Immediately giving him a nod, you squeeze his arm, dipping your other hand under his shirt to feel his muscles. “Please”. Twitching at your need, Ledger instructed you to lay flat on your stomach. Getting comfortable underneath the covers again, you shift your head to the side, pressing your cheek into the plush of the blanket. You crossed your legs, excitement coursing through your veins when you hear his belt unbuckling. He placed a pillow below your stomach, elevating your hips a bit before tugging your leggings down to your knees. With his body pressed against you now, he glided his dick up and down through your folds, gathering more arousal. Spreading each globe of flesh to watch as he slipped inside inch by inch, Ledger reveled in the feeling, leaning in to hover directly above you.
The weight of his body melding against your own paired with the pressure that always came when he stretched you out, you grip the blanket. Uncrossing your legs to grant him deeper access, you attempted to move your hips back against him, a moan tumbling out once he bottomed out. He looped his arm underneath yours, moving his hand up to hold your jaw in place while grasping your other wrist twirled in the cover. Blinking slowly, you hum a steady faint sound of pleasure as his heavy length nestled deep inside you. Waiting patiently for more, you savored the familiar sensation. Voice smooth and clear on the cusp of your ear, Ledger guided, “Deep breath in”.
This had become routine at this point. Body fully relaxing from hearing that, you proceeded to inhale deeply, holding the breath until you heard his instruction. Ledger withdrew, leaving just the tip inside. “Push it out baby”. As soon as you exhaled, he thrusted in one swift motion, nudging your g spot in the process. Pulsing around his dick, you whimpered, sprawling your hand out while another ripple of arousal curled in your stomach. “Do it again”.
He leaned in, lapping his tongue across the sensitive spot under your ear before sucking and nipping, leaving a love bite. Repeating the action, you released a shaky breath after he plunged back in. Ledger emitted a low groan, twitching against your walls at the increase of fluid. Detaching his mouth to whisper, “don’t stop doing that, understand?”, you were only given a moment to respond.
Mumbling, “I w- won’t, I underst—”, you weren’t able to finish your sentence before he began moving, thrusting in and out at a fast pace. Keeping a firm hold on your wrist, he carefully twisted your arm around, placing it behind your back above the crest of your ass. Slowly beginning to lose your composure, the volume of your pleas heightened along with the sensation. Rasping, “oh fuck!”, you tried to continue breathing in sync with his strokes, vision growing hazy.
Abdomen flexing, Ledger let out a grunt each time he sunk back in. “Love feeling you drench my dick baby”. He paused, tilting your jaw up to get closer to your ear, “keep going. Show me how good it feels”. A choked moan spilling past your lips now, you frantically bring your hand up to cling onto his arm.
“Always feel s-so good, can’t help it— f-fuck”. The wet squelching sound was barely able to stay muted with every intoxicating roll of his hips meeting your ass. Starting to plead, “Harder, shit—", the knot in your stomach spiraled. Rocking your hips back to meet him mid thrust, you opened your fist lying flat against your lower back. Your fingers sprawling out to feel his body in an attempt to draw him deeper, you moan, “harder daddy, I’m c-close”.
Removing his grip from your wrist now, Ledger slotted his fingers in between yours, pressing your palm against the covers again. “You get vocal when I fuck you like this baby, isn’t that right?”. He then shifted his hand up your jaw, covering your mouth before pounding into you vigorously. Brows furrowing at the sheer intensity, you couldn’t do anything but listen and drop moan after moan from his words. “Get real wet too, don’t you?” Quickly becoming undone, you had long forgotten you were supposed to be controlling your breath as the pattern grew scattered. Hoarsely adding, “don’t need anyone else hearing how well you take this dick”, he was close too, hips stuttering under your rhythmic tremors gripping his length tighter.
Body jolting with the force of his hips, your thighs trembled underneath the weight of his body. Your eyes began rolling back, the magnitude of his build looming over you making you lose your balance. “That’s it baby, I’ve got you”. Nails digging into his arm, you braced yourself as the heat in your core started to build, making your brain feel fuzzy. “Just like that. Cum all over me”. His words were the final push.
The last thing you heard was Ledgers groan before your eyes snapped shut. Your orgasm sent out intense bursts of pleasure until your entire body shook. An uncontrollable moan resonated against his hand while he throbbed. Swelling inside as you clamped around his dick consecutively, he dropped his head to your neck, trying to contain his own volume. Burying deep inside you, his climax hit, racking his abdomen in a rush. You claw at his bicep, another wave seeping into your core, trickling out of you with his cum. It took you several minutes to return to an even breath pattern, still faintly fluttering in the after effects.
Ledger slid his large hand off your face, laying multiple pecks onto your cheek. Slowly blinking your eyes open now, the soft smile spreading over your face was immediate. The brush of his facial hair tickling your skin caused an airy laugh to escape. He gave your hand a light squeeze, rubbing his thumb over your skin. Gradually sliding out of your entrance, he grabbed the wipes he brought to clean you up. After pulling your leggings back up and fixing himself, he adjusted you onto your back. “Going to run a warm bath, give you a massage, and take care of you some more when we get home”.
Trailing your fingers past his beard to ghost over his lips, you peered up at him through your lashes, giving him a spacey smile. “I get to be loud…?”.
Looking at you with hooded eyes, that held a shred of humor in them now, he chuckled. Coming down to place a kiss on the button of your nose before leaving one on your lips, he murmured, “As loud as you want”, with a smile spreading across his face.
Synopsis: Neither of you guessed the outcome of your date would involve the truth being laid out on the table after several years…
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: roman mentioned, soft!dom Ledger, brief alcohol mention, bar environment, hidden feelings, yearning + pining (mutual but Ledger is down BAD), slight toxicity undertones, dry humping, smut, raw, unprotected piv, creampie, slight angst if you squint, oral (f!receiving), fingering, missionary, dirty talk, love confession, slight fluff, overstimulation, proofread once!
WC: 4.8k
A/N: Of coursee the title is a nod to Victoria Monet’s song "F.U.C.K" lol. It was interesting to write about a different dynamic and character this time, hope I’ve done it justice!
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! <3
One night. It only took one, slightly drunken night out of a four year friendship for the lines to blur into uncharted territory. Then it turned into a few more until you two had slipped into a comfortable routine. You’d call and he’d show up. Neither of you addressed the fact that it was past the point of just being sex with no feelings involved. It was never just sex.
Trailing back into his bedroom after a warm shower, you made your way over to his closet. After the first few times it happened, Ledger suggested keeping some clothes at his place. Though it was proving to be convenient, you never objected to leaving in his clothes beforehand. In hindsight, the opportunity to casually lounge in his scent when he wasn’t around filled you with comfort.
Sitting up against the headboard, Ledger watched you get dressed from the bed. His gaze casually roamed down your body before he spoke. “You free this Saturday?”
Turning to face him now, you slipped your shirt on, responding, “depends, what time?”
“After my night shift. We can get breakfast in the morning”. Shortly after your arrangement began, Ledger started coming up with ways to get you to stay. Going out for breakfast or lunch easily became a part of the routine as well.
Making your way over to him, you hummed in thought before saying, “I’m tempted”. Once you kneeled right next to him on the bed, he absentmindedly reached for your thigh. You soothingly trail your hand up and down his forearm, adding, “I have a date right before you get off though, so I’ll let you know, ok?”
Unsure he heard correctly, a brief look of confusion flashed across his features. Repeating your words, he slowly questioned, “A date…?”
“A double date actually. I must have forgotten to mention it to you”. As you spoke Ledgers gaze was focused on your face, trying to decipher if you were joking or not. Unable to spot any jest, he tried to ignore the unsettling feeling stirring in his chest.
Calmly speaking, “with who…?”, he gave your thigh a light squeeze. The thought of you being with anyone else, let alone on a date with a stranger, made him weary.
“One of my friends. She’s been seeing this guy for a few weeks now and she thought it’d fun to set me up with one of his friends. I don’t know which one”.
Blinking for a moment, the realization set in that there was a possibility you could end up liking him enough to give him another chance. Maybe loving him if things go well... “And you agreed?”
“Yeah, I mean I figure why not? I’ve never been on a blind date, I think it’ll be fun”. Slightly confused with the sudden shift in energy, you couldn’t make sense of the unreadable emotion in his stare.
He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact for a second before returning his gaze. “You’re being serious right now…?”
Affirming, “Yes, I’m being serious…”, you paused, taking in his expression. You were almost certain there was a hint of hurt behind his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, you softened your tone. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”.
Urging him to speak, “Ledger…”, you tilted your head. After spending enough time together, you knew his cues.
“I didn’t know you were dating, that’s all”.
“I’m not ‘dating’ anyone right now, I’m just going on one date”.
“And you’d be cool with me going on dates…?”
Taking another pause, the thought caused a twinge of discomfort, but you brushed it off. “You’re single aren’t you…? Why would I have a problem with that…?”
He stared blankly for a moment, just analyzing your response until cracking a small knowing grin. “You didn’t answer the question”.
Reluctantly, you answered, “yes, I’d be perfectly fine with you going on dates”, disregarding the pit churning in your stomach from the mere notion of him being with anyone else but you.
“Ok then. Good to know”.
That following Friday, Ledger barely spoke to you. It was completely lost on you why this was suddenly an issue. Both of you agreed in the beginning that nothing would change with your friendship. Things would remain the same. Up until this point, you were under the impression there were no feelings involved. At least on his part.
Ledger was keeping busy to stay distracted. To stop the spiraling in his mind after that conversation but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. Somewhere along the way, things shifted for him. Well before sex was in the equation actually. He was lying to you now, guilt eating away at him the more he led you to believe everything was just casual. Any platonic feeling had long vanished, gradually turning into something he thought would wear off. The risk of losing you now if he was honest far outweighed the truth.
Saturday night
Roman’s voice cut through the atmosphere as he caught Ledgers attention. Once he looked over at him, Roman nodded in the direction of the door.
Finishing up a refill, he passed it off to the customer before quickly glancing up. It was you. Heart skipping a beat, you spared him a brief look, swiftly breaking eye contact while making your way through the bar. Ledger clenched his jaw, zoning in on your date. You had urged them to go to another bar but to no avail, this was their “favorite” one.
He watched as you trailed over to the pool table, conversing with your friend along the way. Feeling his stare, your heart raced with each passing step. Unable to ignore the feeling gnawing inside, you halfway listened to her ranting about the poor service at the restaurant you came from, humming in agreement. Once you reached the pool table, you excused yourself while your dates set it up for a game.
Brushing through the crowd of people to reach the bar, you stopped right in front of him. Gaze momentarily wandering down your figure, taking in your appearance, he neutrally asked, “What can I get for you?”
“Lemon drop please”. You stood there, absentmindedly tapping on the bar as you waited. An uncomfortable silence settling, you peered around the bar.
“How’s your date?”
Bringing your attention back to his face, you truthfully answered, “it’s… ok”. And it was ok. Just ok. Though there were no apparent issues, something was missing. He wasn’t Ledger.
Ears perking up at the sound of that, he prodded, “really? That’s it?” Lips curling into a slight smirk, a small wave of relief washed over him when he heard your tone.
“Yeah. He’s ok, more than ok actually but…”, you shrugged, glancing down when the thought crossed your mind. You swallowed before truthfully speaking, “…Just not for me I guess”.
Sliding the drink towards you, he spoke, “on the house”, giving you a warm smile. Softening his tone, he leaned in to add, “Let me know if you need to talk later, ok?”
Taking a small sip, you nodded. “I will. Thank yo-”
“You alright?”
Ledger glanced over at the unfamiliar voice that cut you off, shifting his gaze down to see he had circled an arm around your waist. Blinking at the gesture, his jaw tightened.
Drawing your attention to your date, you affirmed, “just grabbing a drink, let’s go”, offering a short smile before leading him away, avoiding an awkward interaction at all costs. You swiftly turned to head back to the pool table, catching a glimpse of Ledgers stoic expression at his nod of acknowledgment.
Upon hearing the sound of Roman snickering, Ledger spared him a glance, seeing a telling grin spread across his features. Shaking his head in response, he resumed tending to the bar, briefly looking in your direction as the night went on. Your eyes began to wander every time you felt his piercing stare settle on you. Around the third time you looked over, an unpleasant pit stirred in your stomach. The sight of him smiling and laughing with a group of women huddled at the bar bothered you more than you would’ve thought.
Maybe it was the drink giving you a new found boldness, but you decided to tease him a bit as a result. When your turn came around for pool, you kindly asked your date for help. “Am I holding it correctly?” In response he shuffled behind you, helping line the stick properly while he mumbled pointers. Fully tuned out to his voice and the commotion of the bar, you gradually bent into position, intentionally brushing against him.
Sparing another look, Ledger blinked at the scene unfolding in front of him, feeling a pang in his chest as you held eye contact. Completely focused on you now, a playful smile ghosted your lips before you shifted your attention. Taking a small moment to analyze the position of the cue balls, you took your shot. Once you were done you stood back up, watching as each one smoothly fell into place. You ended your turn with a modest smile. Without thinking, Ledger immediately started moving towards you.
“Damn are you sure you don’t play pool?”
As your friend exclaimed, “girl what the fuck was that?! You never told me you played like this!”, you heard your date whistle in the background.
Amused, you laughed at her statement, fondly remembering when Ledger taught you. Letting out a small laugh, you responded, “I don’t, I swear!” While it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t completely true. You don’t actively play pool, but you’ve refined the skill. The night he brought you to the bar after hours, you two stayed, simply practicing until you were satisfied with your progress. He refused to leave before you mastered your “party trick”, as you called it.
Finishing your drink now, you resumed conversation with them. You were momentarily distracted, laughing along with your friend at a joke that was cracked until a distinct voice rung out against your ear. “I need to speak with you”. Glancing up in his direction, the look in his eyes sent a faint flutter through your stomach. Briskly shifting your attention to the group, you excused yourself.
Mumbling, “I’ll be right back”, he had already snaked an arm around your waist, whisking you away towards the back. You initially thought he was stopping at the office, but he continued moving through the bar. Questioning, “where are we going?”, you received no response. When Roman briefly passed by, Ledger called his name.
“You good with closing tonight?” Peering between you two in amusement, Roman nodded in response. Confusion warped across your features as Ledger guided you out the back door. Once he reached his truck, he opened up the passenger side, instructing in a steady tone “get in”. You stood there, slightly in awe, just blankly staring as you took in his demeanor. He had never been so adamant with you before. When you didn’t move, he repeated himself. “I’m not playing, get in the truck”.
Broken out of your daze now, you began moving, stepping into the truck with his assistance. Crossing your legs, you fought the urge to smile, biting on your bottom lip as a thrill of adrenaline coursed through you. Occasionally peering over at him during the drive, your eyes wandered down his body, focusing on his arms. You clenched your thighs in anticipation, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride as your mind drifted.
Feeling your gaze on him, Ledger glanced over, resolve dropping a bit when he saw your expression. Reaching out for your hand, he brought it towards his lips, placing a lingering kiss before interlocking them in your lap. Heart swelling at the gesture, you soothingly trailed your free hand up and down his forearm. Though neither of you had spoken yet, the energy was evident.
Once he pulled into his driveway he walked over to your side, opening up the door to help you step down. Circling an arm around your waist again, he kept you close as you walked, momentarily separating to unlock the door. Having been to his place several times at this point, it was lost you why this visit felt so different as soon as you crossed the threshold.
You shuffled your heels off before walking further, stopping to stand next to his coffee table. After locking the door Ledger paused, leaning against it for a moment as he watched you, contemplating on what to say. Each of you stared at one another in compulsion, just waiting for the silence to break.
After several beats, you whispered, “you said you needed to speak to me…”
Ledger let another thread of silence pass before speaking. “Are you happy…?”
Heart rate speeding up at the sound of that, your brows furrowed as his question registered. Upon seeing your puzzled expression, he rephrased himself. “Do I make you happy?” He spoke in a steady tone but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes while he waited for your response.
“Of course I am…”. Your heart twisted at the thought of him questioning that to any degree. Adding with a quiet voice, “You always do… you know that”.
Taking a few cautious steps toward you, he pleaded, “Then tell me what you need…”. Gradually closing the distance with each word, he continued, “Tell me and I’ll be that for you, I promise”.
Feeling a small lump form in your throat from his words, you took a step back, looking down as you placed your hand on the arm of the couch for stability. “Ledger…”
Just inches away from you now, he cupped your cheek. “Give me a chance to show you how serious I am about you”. Gently tracing his thumb along your skin, he lowered his voice. “Please…”. You brought your hand up to grasp his forearm, leaning into his touch. “Let me be the only one baby… you know I’ll take care of you.” Faintly swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze dropped, lingering on your mouth for a moment. He softened his tone, adding, “always will”. Ledger stood there, the sound of his heart beat pounding against his ear drum gradually rising as he waited for you to say something. Anything.
Hesitant to immediately believe him, you scanned his face, searching for any hint of insincerity. When you saw nothing but honesty, you placed your free hand on his abdomen, trailing up towards his chest. You paused, feeling the soft thrum under your fingertips, taking note as his heart beat quickened. Shifting your focus to his lips now, you quietly urged, “come here”.
Circling an arm around your waist, he listened, dipping his head down to meet your lips. Stumbling flush against him now, you squeezed his forearm, letting out a small moan at the motion. Still unsatisfied with the level of closeness, Ledger brought his hands down, gripping the back of your thighs to pick you up with ease. It was habitual now. Even reaching a point where you no longer jumped or detached from him, he’d simply wrap you around his body.
Naturally latching onto him, you gingerly drew your nails across his shoulders, coaxing out a muffled groan. You were blissfully unaware he was walking towards the couch until feeling the fabric of his jeans brushing against your thighs. Dress riding up dangerously close to your hips, Ledger ran his hands along the exposed flesh of your thighs. Reluctantly detaching for air, your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him, a sense of familiarity washing over you. Lips parted, he stared, fully unaware his eyes conveyed the same sentiment. Clearly now.
Thursday wasn’t the first time you had seen it. Ledger would avert his gaze before you took notice, but you caught glimpses. The brief occurrences seemed to increase after you started sleeping together however you never questioned it. Not until recently.
Tenderly trailing a hand down to his bicep, you quietly asked, “how long?”, analyzing his features in the process. Giving a reassuring squeeze, you repeated yourself, “how long have you felt like this?” Ledger shifted his gaze, hesitating as the first moment flashed through his mind. Upon seeing his apprehension, your grasp on his shoulder drifted towards his neck to gently cup his jaw. “Tell me the truth”.
Unable to look away now, Ledger was quiet for another second before speaking. “You remember the night I taught you how to play pool…?” Words registering in your mind, you tentatively nodded. Your heart rate sped up once it dawned on you that happened two years ago. “And how it ended…?” You nodded again, a faint smile gracing your lips.
“After I fell asleep on your couch, you put me in your bed at some point, but I ended up waking up in the middle of the night”. A small laugh bubbling out as the memory came up, you exclaimed, “You looked so uncomfortable, I had to beg you to sleep in the same bed because you wanted to give me space!”
Cracking a grin as he listened, Ledger shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle when you finished. Once his laughter dissipated, the feeling settled deep in his chest. “I didn’t want you to leave that morning…”. Occasionally rubbing small circles into your skin while he palmed your thighs, he gave you a gentle squeeze, voice almost above a whisper, “I still don’t”.
Heart skipping a beat at his admission, you traced along his jaw, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip. Ledger tightened his grip, the pressure building in his jeans steadily becoming uncomfortable. The expression on his face sent a ripple through your stomach. You laid a peck on his cheek, repeating the action before placing a lingering one on his lips.
Disconnecting, you teasingly dragged your hand down his arm. Gazing between your eyes, his view dropped down to your mouth before he eagerly leaned back in. Palming your ass now, he groaned, shifting your hips closer. You ground against him, hands drifting toward his chest to push him back into the cushion. A sharp wave of arousal spread through your body as you deepened the kiss.
Feeling the ache settle deep in your core, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, dipping underneath to feel his skin. Reading your cues, Ledger partially disconnected to lift it over his head. One of his arms rounded your waist, pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as you soothingly ran your nails along his upper back. He nipped at your bottom lip, smoothing over the spot with his tongue, sending another spiral of pleasure through you.
Focus shifting to your jaw, he planted lingering kisses as he made his way down your neck. Moving at an agonizing pace, he took his time licking and sucking along your skin. Eyes drifting shut when he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, a breathy moan fell from your lips. Ache growing unbearable now, you clenched around nothing, letting out a shaky breath. You were on the verge of pleading before he stood up, firmly keeping your legs wrapped around him now.
Placing several kisses along his cheeks while he beelined for the bedroom, a small smile ghosted your lips when you felt his forming. You teasingly nipped at his jaw before whispering against the shell of his ear. “I missed you by the way”.
Feeling a hint of satisfaction swell in his chest, Ledger grinned. “I know”.
Once he reached the foot of the bed, he set you down before sitting at the edge. Making space, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. Your hands resting on his biceps traced along his skin. He peered up through hooded eyes, quietly adding, “I can promise, I missed you more though…”. Thighs clenching in response, you took a small step back, gradually sliding your dress straps off while he watched. Maintaining eye contact as you closed the distance, Ledger ran his fingers along the spine of your zipper. With a gentle tug, the dress slid off your figure, pooling around your feet.
Now left in just your underwear, you moved to settle back onto his lap, roaming your hands up his chest to pull him in for a kiss. Returning with the same fervor, he groaned, palming your thighs to shift you closer. Hands wandering down to undo his belt and drag his zipper down, you parted from him as the kiss grew heated. Dipping in to teasingly stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers, he twitched under your palm. You faintly ran your thumb along the head of his dick, mumbling against his lips, “why don’t you show me how much hm…?” Whispering the last part directly into his ear, “I won’t believe it until you do”.
Patience snapping, Ledger stood, dropping you onto the bed as he removed his pants. Body thrumming with anticipation, you crawled up the bed, watching him intently. When his length came into view, you bit your bottom lip upon seeing a bead of precum forming. Even though you were well acquainted with his size, he still managed to awe you. He hovered above you now, grabbing your ankles to pull you toward the middle of the bed. Unhurriedly dragging your underwear off, he began pressing pecks along your legs, traveling down to your inner thighs. Inching his way closer, he sucked and nipped at your skin, holding steady eye contact.
Deciding it was enough teasing when the need in your eyes sparked something primal in him, he parted your thighs wide, slotting himself in between. All it took was one long glide of his tongue from your entrance to your clit before his control completely vanished. The flutter in your core when he dipped into your entrance made you involuntarily clench around his tongue. Breath shifting, you braced yourself, hands sprawling in the sheets as he repeated the action.
Keeping a firm grasp, Ledger planted your thighs flush against his face, swirling his tongue around your clit. Grabbing hold of his forearm, your breath came out in soft pants as his pace increased. With each pass coaxing more arousal, he’d bring you close to edge, stopping to savor your taste. Bringing two fingers to your entrance, he shifted his other hand to press down against your navel. Parting just enough so that you could hear him clearly, he urged, “you know I need more”.
You weren’t able to fully register his statement until he slid his fingers in, resuming the relentless pace. Back arching, your hand flew to his head tracing along his scalp. Vision blurring as he curled them inside, a broken moan spilled out. “Fuck, r- right there”. He knew your body well. Too well at this point. Maintaining the calculated rhythm he set with his mouth, he slowed the movement of his hand, intensifying the pressure building deep in your core.
Fluttering around him, your head fell back onto the mattress. A few more strokes was all it took for your orgasm to spread throughout your body. Breath faltering, your hands clutched the sheets as he continued his actions. When your thighs started trembling, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He barely gave you a moment to ride the wave, greedily coaxing more fluid out of you, groaning at the taste. Body writhing underneath him now, he held your thighs, firmly keeping them in place.
Eyes drifting shut, your hand flew down to his head again, unsure of whether you wanted to push him away or hold on. The pleasure coursing through your veins becoming too much, you meekly pleaded, “w-wait, I’m—”, before another sharp wave of arousal hit. Grasping at his arm again to get his attention, you attempted to push at his head.
Finally letting up, Ledger lifted his head, rubbing reassuring circles along your thighs. “You, ok?” You were quiet for a moment, lips parted while taking in his appearance. Eyes lingering on the arousal glistening off his lips and beard, the daze in his eyes sent a fresh twinge of desire straight to your core. You caressed his cheek, giving a small nod of confirmation.
Pressing kisses along your thighs again, Ledger made his way up your body, stopping at your breasts. His hands followed, gradually moving towards your hips. Grazing his teeth across your nipple, he soothed the sensation with his tongue. Letting out a small moan, you loosely wrapped your legs around his waist. He gave your other breast the same attention, dick twitching against your thigh as he did.
Gently running your hands across the side of his abdomen, you paused, tilting your head to allow him more access to your neck. The heat simmering in your stomach intensified with every pass of his lips. Pulling him in for a kiss as soon as he reached your jaw, you pressed his hips flush against you. He groaned, gliding along your wet pussy before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he slid in inch by inch. Whimpering at the sensitivity, your hand wandered over, feeling his muscles tense under your palm.
Rubbing the flesh on your thigh before giving them a squeeze, he murmured against your lips, “f-fuck, you feel that baby?” Ledger started delivering slow, deep thrusts, emphasizing each one as he sunk back in. Blinking up at him in a daze, you released a lengthy exhale, nodding in response. Bringing his hand up to cup your jaw, he tilted your head to the side, gently tracing his thumb along your jaw. Speaking directly into your ear, “you believe me now, don’t you?”
You moaned, clenching around his length. Through a hushed tone, you mumbled, “I believe yo—”, cut off by a sharp moan. A swift roll of his hips caused him to brush along the spongy part inside you. As your mind went blank, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on the acute tingle forming in your core. Ledger twitched, both of you growing quiet while the obscene wet sound emitting from each plunge of his dick filled the room. Clawing down his shoulder, your mouth parted as he gradually increased his speed.
Voice breaking into a rasp, he uttered, “That’s it? You want me right there baby?”
You pleaded, “f-fuck, don’t stop”. The rasp in his tone sparking another swirl of arousal, you whimpered, locking your legs around him, keeping him as close as possible. “Keep talking, p-please”.
“Is that why you were quiet earlier? You were focused on my voice?” Unable to form any coherent sentences, every word he spoke drew you closer to the edge. “I effect you that much hm? You could cum just from this?” Heat flaring in his abdomen, he throbbed as your tremors became frequent. Rolling his hips again to graze the spot, you released a harsh moan. “Meant everything I said… I—”, he paused before the words could slip out, pressing kisses along your neck instead. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.
You praised, “you feel s’good, so-”, moaning as the sound of his skin slapping against yours rung out.
Shifting his head back into frame, he urged, “look at me”. In a fawn-like state now, once his features came into view, your body had a visceral reaction. Hand traveling up the nape of his neck, you brought him down to connect your lips.
Parting after a short moment, you mumbled out, “I love you”, against his lips without thinking. Your breath hitched when the realization came. Dropping your gaze, you involuntarily fluttered around his length when the feeling swelled in your chest.
As soon as Ledger registered what you said he tipped your chin back up, “say it again”. He drifted his hands down, slightly elevating your hips to meet his strokes.
The new angle causing his dick to repeatedly curve along your sensitive walls, you dug your nails into his skin, wailing, “oh f-fuck!”
Leaning beside your ear again, he released a throaty groan. Voice completely hoarse now, he instructed, “Say that shit again, tell me how you feel”.
Eyes beginning to roll back, the words tumbled out of you, “I love you, love being with yo-”. Choking on your sentence, tears threatened to spill when the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard. Thighs trembling, you contracted around his length hard, feeling him sink back in once more before he twitched. Drawing out a deep groan from Ledger, his muscles tensed as ropes of cum coated your walls. You pulsed, clinging onto him while the waves of warmth pooled at your core, seeping onto his skin.
Ledger softened his grip, waiting for your breath to even out before pressing a kiss under your ear, voicing “I love you too”.
Cameron Cade x F!reader (childhood friends - lovers)
Synopsis: Your bond is tested after a culmination of events leads to hidden wants and needs being brought to the surface
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: college au, sub!Cameron Cade with switch undertones, angst (a tad dramatic), misunderstandings, hidden feelings, jealousy, violence (*not against reader*), explicit language, fluff, smut, oral (f!recieving) cowgirl, sprinkle of edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, piv, dirty talk, creampie, aftercare, mentions alcohol & smoking
WC: 11.7k (damn near a very short story, so sorryyy fr)
A/N: feel like it’s been ages but this one will officially mark the summer shift and next post (very soon) will be from the request on my previous post but I figured I’d keep them in order !! The drama in this.. LOL hope you enjoy !!!
Title is also definitely “how does it make you feel” by Victoria Monet, heavyyy in the rotation for this one along with “speechless” by Michael Jackson, these song combos… everything, srsly!
Choosing to study in Cameron’s room this time rather than the library was proving to be impossible. With him being fortunate enough to have his own single, you two got comfortable on his bed. Crossing your legs, you sat at the head of his bed. He rested his back against the wall, facing the door. You weren’t even twenty minutes in yet before he started begging you to come to his football game. Specifically, for you to come sit in the family and friends section again. In his own words: “this one is important for real”.
“For me at least?!”
“No”.
“Please?”
“No!”
“Pl-”
Fully looking up from your notebook now, you glared at him before he could utter the word. “Cam, no. I already told you I’m not doing that shit again! The regular bleachers will do just fine”. You already planned to go, however you had been adamant on not sitting in the same section. Assuming that meant you weren’t going at all, Cameron made sure to lay it on thick. He learned early on in your friendship that there was an 85% success rate if he annoyed you enough to the point you’d give in.
He laughed, swatting your ankle. “C’Monnn, I promise this time will be different”. Pausing as the moment replayed in his head, he let out another snicker. “I swear on everything I’ll make sure you don’t get hit with the ball”.
You kicked at his shin, trying to conceal your laughter. “It’s not funny! The bruise is just now starting to fade”. The first-and last-time you sat front row in the family & friends section, the ball ended up striking you just above your hip.
Wrapping his hand around your calf, he gave it a squeeze. Sporting a soft smile while rubbing your skin, he voiced, “I’m sorry”. Shifting to a serious tone now, his grip trailed up, stopping below your knee. “Please come… I need you there tomorrow”.
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you contemplated, taking in his expression. He was talented in that way, able to make you crack with one pleading look and that soft drop in his voice. Begrudgingly, you mumbled, “fine. But I am NOT sitting in the front row, I don’t care”.
A wide grin spread across his features before he pounced, pulling you onto his lap to trap you in a bear hug. “Thank you”. Making a small noise of surprise, you immediately slid your hands up his back. Folding your knees beside his hips for comfort, you straddled him. He lingered, absentmindedly rubbing along your hips and savoring the scent of your fragrance.
With your cheek pressed against his chest, a faint smile ghosted your lips. Wincing when his thumb accidentally swiped across your bruise, you shifted in his lap. Bringing your hands to his abdomen, you gave him a gentle nudge. “Cam”.
Quickly uttering, “sorry”, he repositioned his hands on your thighs. He leaned back, peering in the direction of your bruise before lifting his gaze. “You good?” You nodded, eyes falling to his lips for a split second. Suddenly, aware of the compromising position, you began to move off his lap. Once you slipped out of his grasp, his gaze followed while you situated yourself at the head of his bed. Glancing down, he swallowed hard, using a pillow to cover himself so you wouldn’t notice the tent growing in his sweats.
You two had been dancing around the tension for years. Never placing a name on it or giving the feelings that began to simmer over time any attention. Nothing ever happened but you both shared the same thought. It wasn’t worth losing each other if things went wrong. The friendship was too important. Plus, in your mind, if there was something on his end, it was just lust. And the thought of that alone hurt more than discovering whether or not he truly felt the same so you remained comfortable in the unknown.
“You owe me by the way”.
He was waiting for that to come. Lips curling into a smile, he asked, “What do you want?”
Continuing to write, you kept your attention focused on the page in front of you, not sparing him a glance while responding. “That’s for you to figure out, I’m sure you’ll come up with something!” Pausing your movements to raise your head, you caution, “you’ll still owe me if I’m not satisfied though so choose wisely”. You finished with a curt smile before resuming your writing.
Uttering in a hushed tone, “you’re something else for real”, he shook his head in amusement.
Ears perking up a bit, you hummed, “what was that?”
Throwing his hands up in defense, he quickly voiced, “Nothing! Didn’t say anything”.
………………
Any chance he could, Cameron would glance over towards the family and friends section, anticipating your arrival. You’d leave him on his toes a lot, but this was the one thing he could never predict with you. He started to note you’d either come fairly early or exactly when the game started but you’d never be late. Not even five minutes. Despite knowing this, he couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach until he saw your face.
Completely unaware of how much weight he had placed on you showing up, you would simply show up whenever you happened to finish getting ready. Avoiding coming in late was the only somewhat strict guideline you held yourself to. No matter how many times you’d watch him play, it never became repetitive. If anything, each game was different. Cameron was consistently sharp as a player, seemingly excelling with every play.
Football has always been the focal point of his life. To any bystander, they would see him and think he was great. To you, all you saw was his drive to become perfect. He’s never stopped. And he’d never allow himself to. Any broken bones or concussions were just a bump in the road. Cameron remained in his place as the most persistent person you’ve ever met.
A part of you was always on edge, terrified even that something would happen to him on the field one day. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop watching. Not when he slipped into that state of raw, unbridled focus. To say he’s grown since you were kids would be an understatement.
Just as warm up was winding down, Cameron watched you saunter into the stands. Spotting someone you knew, you took a seat next to them, sparking up conversation. Recognizing the crew neck you wore was the one with #5 embroidered on the wrists, he smiled at the sight. The sheer amount of merch you had accumulated continued to grow and was getting a bit ridiculous at this point, but you weren’t complaining. The quality was unmatched. Each item he’d give you would either fall in pajama territory or your closet depending on the style.
As predicted, the game ended with Cameron as the MVP, bringing in another win for the team. Making your way out of the stadium, you and your classmate paused for a moment to catch up before you left.
“Sooo what’s up with you and Cam?! How long you been on that?”
Brows furrowing in confusion now, your mood shifted as soon as the words left her mouth. Smile dwindling a bit, you questioned, “what do you mean…?” You knew what she meant but there was a reason you never outwardly spoke about him unless prompted. Majority of people who were privy of your friendship automatically assumed it was more than that. Nor would they believe it when you two clarified you’re just friends.
“How long have y’all been fucking? Or are y’all actually together?!”
“Neither actually. We’re just friends, it’s not like that”. Maintaining your composure, you were waiting for her to voice the real reason for asking.
Her expression immediately lighting up, she asked, “would you mind hooking me up then?? He looks too good around campus, I can’t believe you haven’t fucked at all!”
Forcing out a short laugh, you nodded. “You cool with me giving him your number?” Trying to ignore the twinge of discomfort settling in your stomach, you kept a tight lipped smile.
Nodding, she hummed, “Mhm, that works!”, rolling her eyes afterwards. “My brother refuses to set me up with him, I’ve stopped asking him that shit”.
Finding yourself growing increasingly uncomfortable, you let out another laugh. “No problem. I’ll see later, I have to go!” Right on cue, your phone started ringing as you began to walk back to your car.
“Hey”
“Hey, you still here?!”
“About to leave, why?”
“Give me ten minutes! Don’t leave yet”.
“I’m giving you eight, hurry up”. Hearing his laughter ring out through the phone before you hung up, a small smile came to your face. Occasionally, he would take up the opportunity to ride back to campus with you if he chose to ride with one of his teammates to the field instead of driving.
Knowing you always parked as close as possible, Cameron made a beeline for your car. Distance closing in, he saw you clearly, distracted on your phone. Taking this as a chance to scare you, he ducked down, gradually getting closer until he ran up to your window, slapping his hands on the glass. Jumping at the sudden noise, you clutched your heart, turning to see him bubbling with laughter. You glared at him, shaking your head in amusement before cracking the window. “Yea, have fun walking back to your dorm. I’m not giving you a ride!”
He swiftly rounded the car, pulling on the handle to see you had already locked it. “Wait chill, unlock the door!” Deciding to partake in the antics, you kept your finger on the button, unlocking it for a split second before locking it again. You did it one more time, laughing as he attempted to open it again before finally letting him in. He climbed in, throwing his travel bag in the back before shifting the seat as far as it could go for leg room.
The scent of his body wash immediately striking your senses, you involuntarily clench your legs. You took in his appearance, baggy gray sweats riding low on his hips with a plain white wife beater on. Gaze trailing down his bicep towards the prominent veins displayed on his forearm, you questioned, “it’s hardly 55 degrees right now, you’re not cold?”
He shook his head, expressing, “nope”, as his eyes scanned over your outfit. Lips turning up into a smile, he reached over the console, grabbing your wrist to get a clear view. This was the first time he’d ever seen you wear any of the merch he gave you with his personal number on it. Heart speeding up, he was silent for a moment. “You wore this one for me?”
Unbeknownst to him, you always wore the engraved items of clothing in private. Briefly glancing in the direction he was looking, you peered back up, almost able to see the gears turning in his head. “No, I wore it because it’s cold out. Plus, it’s comfortable”. After he chuckled at your response, you playfully pushed at his knee, rolling your eyes. “Duh I wore it for you. Didn’t you say this one was important?”
Laughing again, he nodded. “There were several scouts watching today”. You knew there was always a range of them at every game, but he wouldn’t have mentioned it unless some were from his top choices.
Many from other teams have come to scout him except for the ones he anticipated the most up until this point. “Wait… which ones from your lineup?”
A slow grin forming, he responded, “first and second”.
Unable to contain your excitement, you urged, “get out, I need to give you a hug!”, before promptly opening your door to step out. Cameron met you halfway, immediately wrapping his arms around your lower back to pull you flush against him. Bringing your hands up to reach his broad shoulders, you embraced him. Reveling in your hold, he nuzzled into your shoulder, lowering his grip to your hips.
Noticing he was reluctant to part, you ran one of your hands down his arm, caressing his bicep while mumbling, “I’m happy for you”.
Feeling him smile against you, his voice was muffled. “Knew you would be”. After another second, he lifted his head. Peering down at the sincere expression that had settled over your features, his mind was quiet. Through all the chaos that accompanied the sport, you were at the center of it, grounding him back in reality.
It was moments like these where confusion would strike you a bit. Cameron was an open book. You were well acquainted with all his cues at this stage in your friendship, yet you could never decipher what he was thinking when his eyes glazed over like this. Giving his arms a gentle squeeze, you asked, “ready to leave now?”
Nodding in response, he chimed, “I could drive if you want”.
“Yea, absolutely not Cam. You drive crazy!”
He scoffed, “Me?! I’m probably the safest driver you know”.
Amused, you raised a brow at his quip, shaking your head in disagreement against his chest. “Not even by a long shot”. Aware of him still keeping you in his grasp, you remarked, “so… you plan to let me go or…?” After he begrudgingly parted you two shared a small laugh, getting back in the car to leave.
Once you returned back to campus, a thought sprung to your mind. Shutting the car off, you casually mentioned, “oh by the way I have a number for you”.
“The girl you were sitting with…?” You nod, unlocking your phone to find it. Before you could even start the search, he quickly voiced, “I don’t want it”. At the sound of this you peered over to see his face fell flat.
Confused and slightly intrigued, you confirmed, “you sure?”
“Positive”. Jaw clenching now, he added, “I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her”. He studied your features in acknowledgement, biting his tongue.
Assuming it was nothing more than a boundary thing with his teammate, you shrugged, leaving it off with an “ok”.
Both proceeding to walk in the direction of the dorms now, Cameron asked, “can I come up tonight?”
You nodded, sending a quick message to your roommate. While Cameron was lucky enough to be alone, you were lucky enough to share an apartment with your best friend. It had just become a courtesy at this point to give a heads up even though she’d never care, occupied in her own bedroom or the living room.
Upon entering the space, Cameron made himself comfortable on the bed while you searched your dresser for pajamas. “What about the movies?” Humming in confusion, you turned to face him. “Going to the theatre, is that acceptable for you? I know you’ve been wanting to see the movie that just came out”.
Ears perking up in interest, you questioned, “when?”
“This Friday work? We can go after my practice, get food afterwards?”
A genuine smile finding its way to your face, you shook your head in approval, “Yea, I’m satisfied with that”, before venturing off towards the bathroom to change. When you left his view, Cameron’s grin widened. Nothing granted him more pleasure than making you happy.
After a few moments, you returned, wearing a loose fitting top with sweatpants, ready for sleep. Dimming the lights now, you cozy up under the covers next to him. Both mindlessly discussing how your day went while scrolling on your phones, you began drifting off. Cameron followed suit, having it in mind that he was going to rest his eyes for a bit before heading out. You two ended up falling into a deep slumber, periodically shifting your bodies throughout the night to get comfortable.
At some point, he turned to his side, slinging his arm around your mid-section. Loosely grasping his forearm, you gravitated towards his body, shuffling back against him. You stayed in that position for a few hours, unconsciously moving your body again to flip around, nuzzling into his side. He kept his arm wrapped around you, pulling you as close as possible.
Once morning came, Cameron woke up first. His eyes gradually opened, adjusting to the light peeking through your curtains until they dropped to your figure. Curled next to him, you had your face pressed onto his chest, arm resting along his abdomen. Staying quiet and still, he admired the view, feeling his heart swell. Sure, there had been other instances in the past where you two happened to fall asleep in the same bed but none like this. He’d stay like this all day, just watching the soft rise and fall of your body for comfort.
Your alarm beginning to ring out now, his thoughts were cut short. Eyes still shut, you groggily shifted, reaching to turn the sound off before bringing your arm back to its position. Slowly becoming aware, your brows furrowed in confusion. You repeatedly pat his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen underneath your fingertips. Quickly coming to the realization after a few seconds, you blinked, pushing yourself up into a seated position.
Giving him a playful shove, you turned your attention to him. Mumbling out, “How come you didn’t say anything? I didn’t know I was all over you like that”, you saw a small grin on his face.
Bypassing the twinge of emptiness, he felt when you pulled away, he casually shrugged, “I didn’t mind”. He watched as you checked the time on your phone, setting it back down with a tired groan. “What time is your class?”
“12:30 today. You?”
“Eleven”.
“Cam that’s in an hour…”
“So?”
Voicing, “What do you mean so?!”, you shoved him again, laughing at his sense of urgency. “You need to leave right now to get ready. I refuse to be the reason you’re late!”
“Damn you’re kicking me out already?! Bedside service sucks here”.
More laughter bubbling out, you urged, “yes, it does, now get up! There’s extra toothbrushes in the bathroom”. He chuckled, finally moving to head to the bathroom. Before he left, you told him to just text you the details for the movie later.
………………
Friday
Cameron now found himself in a predicament. His teammates had drilled into his head the best way to celebrate several of their top picks showing up was an impromptu party. Tonight. He didn’t want to reschedule, nor did he want to cancel on you but in that moment at practice he thought: what better way to celebrate that…?
“Ik this is last minute, but you mind if we go on Sunday? I’m exhausted rn, I’m just going to sleep in tn.”
“No, that’s fine. I understand”.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you I swearr”.
“Cam it’s fine, get ur rest. I’ll talk to you tmr”.
“You’re not mad, are you??”
“No, just take care of yourself pls. Hope you get some good sleep!”.
The guilt was quick to set in and stayed throughout the evening. As soon as he sent the first message, he felt the pit simmering in his stomach, increasing by the hour. After practice was over, he sat on his bed, contemplating whether it was the right move to actually go to the party. Damage had already been done the moment he rescheduled so in his mind, things couldn’t possibly get worse if he showed his face for an hour or two. He never lied to you, let alone left you as an afterthought so what was different now? Why did it feel so heavy?
On the opposing end, you felt a pang of disappointment when the notification popped up but brushed it off. Tried too at least. Placing your focus back on the show you were watching with your roommate, your mind drifted. It felt like there was something else he was omitting but he would’ve told you. Gnawing on your lip as anxiety began to creep in, you were quiet, thinking about what else it could be. He’ll probably tell me later.
Poorly hiding your concern, your best friend peered over, taking in the worry painted on your features. Momentarily dragged out of your thoughts, you felt a nudge on your shoulder. You Glanced over at her, releasing a small hum. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing”.
“Girl…”
“Nothing, seriously. I just… I don’t know”. You passed her your phone, showing the messages. “Am I tripping for feeling like something’s a little bit off?! Be honest”. She took a moment to read the thread, and you watched as her neutral expression morphed into one of discontent.
Shaking her head, she handed it back to you. “He’s hiding something, guarantee it”. Your face fell at her words. Despite seeing that coming, a part of you was hoping she’d lie. At least then you could really convince yourself not to overthink. Attempting to cushion her words, she encouraged, “fuck him though, don’t even give it a second thought! Come out with me tonight!” Seeing your apprehension, she grasped your hand, continuing, “pleaseee, I’ll make sure you have fun! It’ll take your mind off it!”
A smile ghosting your lips at her insistence, you caved. “Ok, fine! Where are we going?”
Gleefully squeezing your hand now, she grinned.
“Some party happening near the hub I think?? I don’t know who’s hosting but my friend said it should be a good turnout. We’ll see for ourselves though!” Checking the time on her phone, she mumbled, “oh shit…”, before launching off the couch. “Start getting ready now, we’re going to pregame!” Turning on her heels to head toward her room, she yelled out, “wear something slutty!”
Loudly laughing at her excitement, you sprung off the couch, shouting back “I will”, through your laughter.
………….
You were three shots in by the time you two arrived at the party and sure enough, the place was packed. Though you were a bit tipsy, you could’ve sworn that you’d been here before. The house looked way too familiar but not enough for you to spare more than a second thought. Immediately upon walking in, the aroma of smoke filled your nostrils accompanying the heavy bass leaking from the speakers as the music blasted.
With your arms linked, you two shuffled deeper into the house, stopping for a moment to converse with a few mutual friends. After a couple more interactions, both of you managed to navigate through the sea of people, finding the kitchen. Giggling at your best friends reaction once she spotted her drink of choice, you lost your footing for a second. Bumping into somebody hard, you turned your head a bit, muttering out, “oops, sorry about that!”
After hearing your name called, you fully swiveled, searching around to figure out who said it before looking up directly in front of you. “Brian, hey! What are you doing here?!” Pulling him in for a brief hug, he chuckled. “I’m hosting! Glad you could come”.
“Oh! I didn’t know you were having a party tonight”. It took a second for you to make the connection, but it slowly dawned on you as he continued.
“What do you mean? Cam didn’t tell you?? He said you couldn’t come!”
Keeping a smile plastered on your face, you dismissed the anger bubbling inside upon realizing he lied, twice. Shaking your head, you voiced “nope! He’s here?”
“Yea, he’s on the couch!” Eyeing you up and down, he added, “you look good by the way” ignoring him uttering “really good” under his breath, you simply nodded.
“Thanks”. Looking around to see where your friend was, you stopped in your tracks after his voice rung out again.
“You know Cam said you were off limits, but you mind if I get your number really quick…?”
“Sorry, he said what?!”
“He told us you were off limits but shit, he’ll just have to understand”.
Sobering up by the second you confirmed, “He told all of you I’m off limits?!” Once he nodded, he asked for your number again and you decided in that moment, why not? Promptly making your way out of the kitchen now, you went off to figure out where your friend might have wandered. Your mind was racing now, trying to decipher what could’ve possibly motivated Cameron to act like this.
Crossing another pathway throughout the house, your heart sunk as you caught a clear glimpse of the couch. Even at a distance you could make out Cameron’s figure. The couch had several other people occupying it and one of those happened to be Brian’s sister. Music deafening out and the people surrounding the area suddenly going out of focus, you stood there, blinking at the scene unfolding. With both her arms curled around his, she shuffled her body close, leaning against his side to murmur something in his ear. He looked disinterested, not particularly focused on her or anything going on around him and you could tell by her mannerisms that she was drunk, yet you had no time to form a thought.
“There you are, I lost you girl! Having fun yet?!”
The sound of her voice was barely enough to pull you out of the trance you were in. For a split moment, he locked eyes with you during a scan of the room. Unsure if he was seeing correctly, he squinted, eyes widening once he realized. Heart lurching, the familiar lump began forming in your throat. Quickly looking away, your vision started to blur, tears threatening to spill. Frantically looking around to find the closest exit, you urgently muttered, “I need air, I need to leave”.
Before you broke your gaze, she followed your line of sight, smile dropping and mouth parting once she saw. Immediately understanding, she linked your arms again, keeping a solid grip while she wordlessly started leading you through the crowd, out the back door. You couldn’t wipe the droplets beginning to roll down your cheeks fast enough.
………………
Unable to shake the gnawing feeling of guilt, he regretted coming to the party as soon as he crossed the threshold. He was about to walk back but was stopped by one of his homeboy’s sparking a conversation. The atmosphere was no help, only proving to be more irritating than anything. Passed up going to the movies for this shit…
Deciding to take refuge on the couch, he was quiet, only contributing to the conversations here and there. But to really top things off, it was impossible for him to stop thinking about you. About how much he’d rather be celebrating with you, alone. Consistently checking his phone to see if you might’ve messaged him again, his knee started bouncing with nerves. Wonder what she’s doing right now…
He wasn’t allowed more than fifteen minutes of peace before Brian’s sister attempted to saunter over sensually, plopping down into the little space available next to him. Any thin thread of patience he had left the moment she touched him. Brows furrowing in disgust, he was about to brush her off, standing fully to leave the party but then his eyes found you. Dawning on him how bad this shit looked, he swiftly stood up, abruptly pushing her off to barrel through the crowd.
Disappearing as quickly as he saw you, he no longer saw which direction you went. Fuck, please pick up... Heart racing now, Cameron rushed through, getting outside to call you. No answer. Call again, no answer. Sprinting to his car, he sped back to campus.
“I’m sorry”.
“Where are you??!”
“I’m coming to find you”.
“Please talk to me, let me explain”.
After several calls and messages, you put your phone on dnd, disregarding them. Fortunate enough to catch a ride back with your roommate and her current fling, she asked if you were good to walk to the apartment alone. Ensuring you were, she stayed behind while you stepped out, making your way toward that path. Frankly being completely alone right now sounded nice. You needed to clear your thoughts.
Despite being upset that he lied, the one thing that stood out to you was the “off limits” statement. There was no questioning whether or not that was true because after a bit of reflection, you realized just how obvious it was. You weren’t around all of his teammates much but the few that would circulate around him always averted their gaze, keeping interactions short and to the point. In this moment you wanted nothing to do with Cameron. At All. But the only thing you wanted right now was an explanation. Some semblance of truth that might explain his behavior.
Settling into the comfort of your room now, you sighed. Taking a seat on your bed, you finally let the tears flow freely, actively trying to wipe them as they came. It was ridiculous to even cry about something so trivial, but you couldn’t shake the image of him with Brian’s sister. The steeping knot that set in your stomach seeing him comfortable with another woman. Maybe he lied about that too…
Hearing a faint knock on the door, you grabbed a tissue, patting your eyes before stepping out of your room. Assuming it was your roommate coming up to grab something, you swung open the door, only to be met with Cameron. His heart twisted when you came into view. Spotting your tear stained cheeks, he fought the urge to reach out and swipe them away. Face growing rigid at the sight of him, you quickly motioned to shut the door. He placed his hand on it, halting the movement.
“Please, I’m not here to upset you. I just want to apologize”. Taking a few steps back from the door, you moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter for balance. Stepping into the apartment now, he rounded the other side, leaving a gap between you two. He knew better than to crowd your space when you were angry with him, having learned that lesson the last time.
“I’m giving you five minutes. Hurry up”.
“My intention wasn’t to hurt you I didn’t— I wasn’t thinking when I accepted that invite, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know that, but I promise—-”
Your frustration was rising with each word. Sharply cutting him off, you interjected, “what was it then hm? To lie for the sake of lying?!”
“No, that was a mistake. I should’ve told you the truth”.
“But you didn’t… for whatever fucking reason. I could promise you I wouldn’t have cared if you said off rip you didn’t want to go tonight anymore. Matter fact, let’s see…” You held out your hand, using your fingers to begin counting how many times he lied. “Instead of flat out telling me you’d rather go to an impromptu party, you told me you were going to sleep in. Hell, who knows if you were actually exhausted so lie number two?? Told your friend I couldn’t come, lie number three-”
His solemn expression morphed into confusion as you continued. Heart rate speeding up, he grew deeply concerned about what else Brian possibly told you. “But my favorite one— “, you paused to laugh, using air quotes now. “‘I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her’”. Brows furrowing now after listing them, you gazed at him, utterly puzzled.
He shook his head, rounding the counter to level with you. “That last statement was not a lie, I don’t. I know how it looked but I promise you she was drunk, I pushed her off me. You know I don’t want her”. You glanced down, fighting back the urge to cry as he continued. Cautiously stepping closer, he earnestly pleaded, “please believe that. The other two were lies and I apologize for even putting you in this position but please—”. He reached for your hand, soothing the back of it with his thumb.
For a brief moment you softened into his touch, resolve slipping until the words “off limit” rung in your mind. Anger spiking, you shoved him away, pushing him at his chest. “Don’t touch me!” Tears fell as your mind raced. Stepping out of his proximity, you headed into the living room, creating as much distance as possible.
He turned, watching you pace. Taken back by your demeanor, he was trying to understand what you were thinking. Anything to rationalize why you were so upset. Facing him now, you stopped, mumbling in a hushed tone, “why would you—”, pausing to clutch your stomach. “Why did you tell your teammates I’m off limits…?”
Mind going blank, Cameron felt his heart drop to his stomach. “It’s not like that— it’s not what you think, I swear”. He met you in the living room, pain flashing in his eyes when you took a step back. “I don’t want them to hurt you, that’s all—”.
“But it’s ok when you do it…?” Words sending a direct pang of guilt up his spine, Cameron shook his head. “Is that why you lied…?” He was frozen. Throat burning now, a hard lump formed.
You urged yourself to continue, trying to dismiss how excruciating the knot had grown with every thought. Voice cracking, you managed to stutter out, “how— how long have you been waiting for an opportunity…? Is that how you see me…? This…?”, motioning between the two of you. “A quick fuck??”
The silence was loud. Cameron couldn’t conjure up any thought. Struggling to breathe now, he felt like someone had punched him in his chest, winding him of air. Scrambling to stop that notion from going any farther in your brain, he frantically emphasized, “no… no, no, listen that’s not what this is to me, I’m not— “. He couldn’t help himself from coming closer, reaching out to soothe you.
It was too late. That idea had already been fully adopted, seeping into your conscious and jumbling with your own feelings for him. You were becoming increasingly distressed, throat constricting before another wave of fresh tears streamed down your face. Shaking your head in disbelief, you took another small step backwards, muttering, “stop”.
Obliging for fear of upsetting you further, Cameron stopped, dropping his extended arm. “You know how much you mean to me…? Our connection…? How could you think— when have I given you the impression that’s how I view our friendship?! I would never see you like that…”. Hearing his voice break, you were almost on the verge of pulling him in for a hug. It was clear you wouldn’t be able to rationalize your thoughts and feelings with him around you. “I don’t see you like that”.
“Please leave…”
Standing there in shock, Cameron couldn’t remember the last time he felt this gut wrenched. Reluctantly walking a few steps back, he clenched his jaw, turning to leave out. The closer he came to his dorm, the worse he felt. Once he reached his room, an uncomfortable, stinging ache took root in his chest. Vision blurring, he ran a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes to prevent any tears from coming. He didn’t care how damaged things felt right now, determined to repair it no matter what.
Eventually you calmed down enough to think without tears welling in your eyes. You laid in bed, chronologically replaying the day in your head. Confused even more now, his demeanor throughout the conversation continued flashing. And while you were Initially unsure about whether he was being honest, you weighed that single factor. The one thing he could never mask was his hurt. Not with you. He never tried to.
The following morning, Cameron had to force himself not to call or text you, wanting to respect your space. Deciding to continue with his routine, he buried the growing concern steeping into his mind as each day passed without a word from you. There was only one other time in your friendship where you weren’t speaking to each other. That instance was in middle school and ended up lasting for one week.
This, however, was becoming uncharted territory, having reached the seven day mark. Now, beginning to stay up longer than normal, Cameron’s sleep gradually deteriorating. It took everything in him just to wait for a call. A text. Anything from you indicating you were ready to talk but it never came. The anxiety from simply missing your presence peaked on day twelve at his next home game.
Since that night, you went into overdrive, making yourself busy to avoid that feeling. The lingering craving of wanting him around, needing him next to you, combined with the disappointment you felt. Knowing exactly what you felt when looking at him went far beyond the platonic realm, you refused to indulge. Not if there was any shred of him that only viewed you in a sexual manner, completely disregarding the essence of your connection. Unable to bring yourself to go to his game, you stayed in, choosing those hours to study. To make matters worse, you received a message from an unknown number, grimacing when you realized who it was. You rolled your eyes at the tacky line, fully regretting giving him your information in the heat of the moment. At least that decision to block him came quickly with zero contemplation.
First down came and went and you still weren’t here. Cameron had come to terms with the fact that you weren’t coming. But he didn’t anticipate that throwing him off to the degree it did. One mistake was rare and barely tolerable depending on the severity. Three was a major fuck up in his eyes. He couldn’t reconcile with misalignment in his life. Not with you, not with football, and certainly not at the same time. They still won the game but that didn’t matter to him. Knowing that wasn’t his best was enough to send him down a spiral.
His homeboys noticed his mood shift and suggested going to another party as a remedy. Cameron knew that wouldn’t do anything to take his mind off of the game… nor make the ache that had twisted into a wrench in his chest disappear. But at least it’d keep him busy. Being around other people and thinking about you felt more productive than doing that while he was alone. It was unavoidable though.
Smoking outside with two of his teammates, Cameron only started listening when one of them mentioned Brian.
“He will not shut the fuck up about her”
“At all. It’s starting to piss me off, for real!”
Chiming in, Cameron asked, “who?”
“Some girl he met at his party a couple weeks ago. He trying to be mysterious and shit, talking about she’s cool with his sister”.
Settled into a low buzz now, Cameron completely tuned out everything else they started saying. Falling quiet again, he felt a twinge of jealousy spark, quickly rolling into a steady buildup of anger. It was easy putting two and two together that you were the girl they spoke of. Going back into the party to confront him, he kept it in the back of his mind not to take it past a simple conversation. Despite this, his temper increased the longer it took to find him. Hardly gentle as he glided past people, he stopped upon hearing a random voice yell his name. “Yoooo Cam! Man, what’s up with you?!”
Growing tense, he clenched his jaw, hardening his facial expression as the person approached, walking up to his side. “Haven’t seen you fumble that bad in second quarter before-”. Cameron heard the ringing in his ears become increasingly loud, blocking out the music and conversations around him. He began to move again, ignoring the voice before he reached his tipping point. “Is it the bitch you hang with all the time? What’s her name? She stop giving you pussy or somethi—“, and that final statement was enough to drive him there.
Swinging around to piece him in his jaw, Cameron delivered two more strikes, knocking him off balance. The guy stumbled, landing on the floor before another hit connected. Still moving in to punch him again, Camerons teammates stopped him. Forced to back off now, he jolted out of their grasp, moving to leave the party. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the inevitable consequences of his actions nor about the people standing around murmuring in a hushed tone at the commotion. Not with you flooding his mind.
Traveling back to campus as quickly as possible, he went directly to your apartment. He was contemplating for a minute, standing at the door wondering if he should just leave instead. But before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked. Ears perking up from the couch, you glanced over in the direction. Heading over to open it now, your breath hitched as Cameron came into view. You took in his appearance, worry falling onto your features at the sight of his red eyes sending a quiet plea. “Can we talk? Please…?”
Silently, you nodded, giving him space to come in. He shut the door, beginning to follow as you led him to your room. Sitting on the bed now, you crossed your legs, waiting for him to sit down too. Cameron tentatively walked over, placing himself right in front of you. Quietly asking, “what happened…?”, you were concerned looking at him.
From the side view of his face, you couldn’t fully decipher what was going on, he just seemed off. Gaze scaling down his arm, you reached out, grasping his forearm to look at his knuckle. Heart clenching, you dragged his hand into your lap, gently running your thumb along the light bruise forming. “You got into a fight?”
Cameron finally turned to look at you, his voice catching in his throat when he did. He was fixated on your soft expression and the warmth from your touch before he urged himself to speak. “A small one but that’s not why I came here”. You peered at him intently, almost forgetting why you were initially upset in the first place. Bringing your other hand over to faintly trace the skin on his wrist out of reflex, you signaled you were listening.
“I came to apologize again and tell you the truth…” He gripped your hand, squeezing before voicing, “no matter what though… promise me we’ll still be ok”. His face growing serious now, you became nervous to hear what he had to say.
Mumbling, “I promise”, your heart beat sped up.
“I went about things the wrong way. I’m sorry for how that night went… for making you cry”. A pang of guilt hit his stomach when the image flashed in his head. Tilting your head, you analyzed his expression. You quietly reached the understanding that all of his apologies were genuine, the pain in his eyes unmistakably reflected with his words.
Offering him a small smile, “I forgive you”, dropped from your lips.
“You haven’t heard the truth yet though”
Laughing at his response, you doubled down. “And? I still accept your apology. But continue, I might revoke that depending on how bad it is”. You saw him crack his first smile, visibly relaxing once you lightened the mood. He then gazed in your lap, memorizing how the pads of your fingertips felt along his skin in case things went south again. Feeling an onset of anxiety creep in, he tensed up.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
You were weary now. Cameron was hardly ever this serious. This was your first time seeing him so nervous to tell you something.
Bringing his gaze back to your face, he started, “I meant everything I said when we spoke. The only reason I told them you’re off limits is because I don’t think they’d give you the love you deserve. I don’t ever want you thinking I’m just waiting for an opportunity. That’s not how I feel about you… or what I’m thinking when I look at you”.
Upon seeing his eyes gloss over, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. “What are you thinking about right now…?”
“How much I missed you… how receptive you’d be if I tell you how I really feel”
“Don’t make me guess…” you were curious, rubbing his arm as you urged, “tell me”.
“I need you… Whether I’m with you or simply hearing your voice, that’s all I need”. Cameron felt his heart sink. Maybe it wasn’t too late to say he was joking but he had already gotten this far. “I’m in love with you”.
Looking at him in a state of shock, your smile faded. “Cam…” He grasped your other hand before you could pull away.
Panicked at your reaction, he declared “nothing has to change, we can forget about this conversation, I promise”. Fixing your gaze on his arms, you were quiet. “I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you…” A surge of emotions coming on now, you felt your heart skip a beat. Certain that he made things worse, Cameron started pleading. “Fuck, I’m sorry”. Feeling his throat tighten, he quietly begged, “please, don’t shut me out again, I’m sorry”.
Disconnecting from him, you moved off the bed. Cameron prepared to leave until you walked in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Easing into your body, he circled your waist, pulling you close. Still too far apart for his liking, he brought his hands down to your thighs, hauling you up onto his lap. Both lingering in the soothing embrace, you ran your nails along his upper back. Voice muffled, you filled the silence. “What if I feel the same way?” He smiled into your skin, dragging a hand up your spine in response.
Lifting his head to peer at you, he questioned “do you?”
“What do you think…?” You cupped his jaw, turning his head to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I need you just as bad”. Heat creeped up Cameron’s neck from the gesture. He returned it, moving his hands down to squeeze your hips. Stopping yourself from grinding against him, you changed the subject. “Are you staying tonight?”
“You should know better than to ask that. I’m not going anywhere”. Starting to pepper your neck with pecks, he couldn’t hold back his smile. “You don’t know you’re stuck with me now? I got to show you?”
His pecks growing ticklish, a small laugh escaped you. “Nooo, I already was! Is it too late to take it back?!” He paused, staring at you with a blank expression before his smile widened. Clutching your waist for a single moment, he started tickling one side, drawing out more laughter. You squirmed in his lap, but he reinforced his hold, keeping one arm wrapped around your lower back.
He ignored your attempt at pushing his hand away, continuing his movements. A chuckle falling past his lips, he teased, “say that again?!” You started shifting uncontrollably, gripping his arm.
Bubbling out, “s-stop!”, your head fell to his shoulder. Before you could catch your breath, he swiftly switched sides, clutching you closer as his opposite hand began moving.
“Nah say that shit again, I didn’t hear you!” Squeezing your eyes shut as his chuckling rang out, you started patting his arm.
Stuttering out, “p-please”, you involuntarily cinched your knees beside him. Shortly after that, he stopped, reveling as you tried catching your breath. You playfully pushed at his chest, warning, “wait until later. Trust, I’m not forgetting this!”
Nipping at your neck, he goaded, “counting on that”. Emitting a faint moan, your hands dropped to his abdomen. Cameron clenched his jaw, rubbing the flesh on your thighs. He had to wait. Needed to wait until you initiated. Then he’d allow himself to indulge but until then he was grateful taking any instance of closeness from you.
“Go take a shower first, I’m not letting you sleep in my bed with outside clothes”.
“Yes ma’am”.
You had already been ready for bed by the time Cameron showed up at the door. A loose fitting shirt emulating his jersey with a pair of black shorts and fuzzy socks. Finding amusement in the fact he hadn’t made a single comment on it yet, you patiently waited, knowing it was coming at some point. While he was in the shower, you went ahead and grabbed an ice pack and a pair of his sweats from the stash of clothes he kept here.
Hearing footsteps now, you peered in that direction, subtly clenching your thighs when he appeared. With just a towel hanging low on his hips, your eyes focused on his happy trail then down to the imprint curved into the material. Silently exchanging a look, you handed him the pants, turning your body to the side while he got dressed. After a substantial amount of time, you asked, “are you done?” Instead of giving a response, Cameron launched on you, hovering above your back. “This is your second strike by the way”. Shifting under his full weight, you felt the fabric rub along your skin, brushing against his dick in the process. You twisted your hands in the sheets, a swirl of arousal pooling in your stomach. “Move”, slipped out breathier than you’d like.
Staying impossibly still, he leaned in towards your ear. “Say please”.
Biting back a moan, you stated, “No”. Your breath caught in your throat when his length twitched against your ass.
He might’ve just been high on emotions, but Cameron could’ve sworn you moulded perfectly against him. “I’m not moving then”.
Savoring how heavy he felt pressed into your body, you tried crossing your legs to alleviate the pressure building between them. You knew the desire would be bad when it came down to it, but you couldn’t have prepared for this at all. Already feeling your head spin, you plead, “Cam…”
Cameron finally took heed when he saw how flustered you were becoming. Gliding off to sit next to you now, he watched as you sat up, reaching for the ice pack on your nightstand. You wordlessly straddle his lap, pulling his arm in between the space to study his knuckle. “What happened…?” Gazing up after placing the ice over the swelling, you included, “and don’t be vague either”. For as long as you’ve known him, he had always been mild-mannered, not easy to enrage. And if he ever did have those moments, they had been few and far between on the field.
Resting his other hand on your thigh, he began kneading the skin for comfort. “random person ended up approaching me at a party talking about my performance in the game then mentioned you, that’s it”
You were curious but you wouldn’t even bother asking Cameron what the guy said. He wouldn’t budge if it was something disrespectful. Seeing his mood shift, he averted his gaze and went quiet. To prevent him from falling into the same pattern of overthinking, you attempted to nudge him. Softening your voice to ask, “is it the game…?”, you started wondering if you could’ve been the cause. “Or me…?”
At the sound of your tone, Cameron raised his head, spotting a glint of worry behind your eyes. Shaking his head, he encompassed your waist. “It’s not you I just— I should’ve done better… the amount of mistakes I made…”. His mind veered off, replaying each one in full detail.
Drifting your hand to his abdomen, you soothingly rubbed along the planes on his stomach. “How many?”
“Three…” he looked down at his hand, avoiding your gaze again.
You shook your head at his answer. “You push yourself way too hard”. Cupping his jaw to tip his face up, you rubbed circles into his skin, continuing to speak. “Making a few mistakes in one game doesn’t reflect on your value as a player. I’d be a tad concerned if you never made any mistakes at all”.
Staring at you with a smitten gaze, he cracked a smile. “How do you do that hm?”
Spotting the playful glimmer in his eyes, you raised a brow. “Do what?”
“Always saying the right stuff. No matter the situation, you always do that… how?”
You shrug, “I have my moments, I don’t know”, ending your response with a smile.
Cameron laughed, shifting the ice pack off his hand to wrap both his arms around you. Pulling you in for a hug, he muttered into your neck, “thank you”.
Flush against him now, your arms circled his neck. “You’re welcome”.
His hands trailed up your spine, running along the fabric of your shirt. This one had his number engraved on both sides. “I like the pajamas by the way, you look good”. He couldn’t see the vindicated smile that had formed on your face, but he felt the vibration from your laugh.
“Thank you, I like them too”.
Cameron realized out of all the evenings he spent with you, not once has he seen you wear it for sleep. “Had no idea you wore the merch to bed. I bet you do this shit a lot don’t you?”
“Don’t get cocky!” You both laughed after you spoke. After a small pause, you reluctantly admitted, “but yes... maybe”. Knowing there was a minuscule chance you’d regret telling him the reason, you did so anyway. “Makes me feel close to you… and it really is just comfortable honestly”.
Warmth filling his chest now, Cameron leaned back to get a look at you with a heavy glaze of affection in his eyes. Wetting his lips, he asked, “you missed me…?”
Holding back tears at the expression he wore, you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. Adjusting your place in his lap to get even closer, you whispered, “Talking to you, watching you play, all of it…”. Cameron pressed a kiss to your cheek, moving his hands down to massage your thighs. You did the same, peppering kisses across his jaw before placing a light one on his mouth. As soon as you pulled back, he followed, reconnecting your lips.
Feeling his hands drift up to your ass, you moaned when his length grazed the fabric of your shorts. Pulsing around nothing, a dull ache set in your core. You deepened the kiss, bringing one hand over to rest in his cheek. Cameron groaned, twitching underneath you as a sharp pang of thirst hit his stomach. Spurred on now, you rolled your hips, grounding against his dick at a gradual pace. Parting for air, you continued your movements, watching his reaction with every motion.
The sight was enough to send your mind reeling. Eyes hanging low and mouth parted, Cameron guided you back and forth. Slipping your hand down to his neck, you tip his jaw up slightly, tracing your thumb across the skin. The two of you exchanging soft breaths while staring, a whimper spilled out of you when one particular circle caused him to nudge your clit. Despite the boundaries of the fabric being thin, it was still too much.
Momentarily disconnecting from him to pull your shirt off, Cameron’s breath hitched. Eyes dropping to your breast, he squeezed your hips, mumbling in a hushed tone, “so beautiful”. You circled his shoulders again, leaning in flush against him now. He lapped at the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking and nipping to form a love bite. Mouth falling open to let a moan out, your movement faltered. Your nails raked along his skin as he traveled up to your jaw, inching towards your lips.
Cameron trailed his hands back down to your ass, finding a steady flow grinding you back and forth. The friction paired with the glide of his tongue began to cause your arousal to seep through the material. Dropping one of your arms to grasp his bicep, you clung to him as the pressure grew. He briefly parted to teasingly bite your bottom lip before reattaching. Starting to knead your flesh again, he brought out another moan from you.
Knowing he was close to the edge, Cameron halted your movements, attempting to prolong it until he no longer could. Breathing heavy, he checked, “you want to continue...?”
You nodded, responding “yes”, before involuntarily cinching your legs beside him.
“Can I taste you then…?” He already looked halfway intoxicated taking in your features. Rubbing smooth circles into the skin on your waist, his voice came out in a quiet tone. “Want to make you feel good…”.
You thumb at his bottom lip, the image of his face stuffed between your legs sending a tingle through your stomach. Nodding again, you moved out of his lap to lay down. He settled on top of you in between your legs, planting lingering kisses on your neck. Grasping his arms, your mouth parted when he sucked on your breast. Cameron flicked his tongue over your nipple, gently swirling the bud in between his teeth before drawing his attention to next, giving it the same love. Treading lower now, he showered your stomach with pecks until reaching the waistband of your shorts. His eyes were glued as he slowly dragged them off your legs.
Wetting his lips at the sight, he parted your thighs. Lying on the bed now, he drew his gaze up your body, leaving open mouthed kisses on each leg. Rubbing his forearms circled around your flesh, you met his eyes with a soft smile. Any sort of constraint he had flew out the window when he tasted you. Licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit, he rolls his tongue around it. You drop one hand in the sheets, bracing yourself after seeing the switch behind his pupils.
Dipping back down to stuff you, Cameron’s nose nudged your clit with every curl of his tongue. Setting a steady rhythm, his groan reverberated through your body. Chest rising and falling, you squeezed his arm, breathing out a quiet, “fuck”. He watched your reactions closely, noting the involuntary twitch in your thighs when he lapped at your bud. The way your bottom lip quivered before you bit it.
Your head lolled back into the pillows when he tightened his hold, pushing your thighs flush against him. Alternating between slow and fast movements, he gathered your arousal with every stroke. Back arching now, you twisted your hand in the sheets, attempting to roll your hips in tandem. The pressure in your stomach growing immensely, you released a shaky moan, shutting your eyes. Cameron flattened his tongue on your clit, motioning his head side to side before increasing the pace.
Relentless in his pursuit to make you orgasm, he latched onto your bud, rapidly flicking his tongue around it. Reaching a hand up to simultaneously massage your breast, he rolled each nipple between his thumb and index finger before palming one. Bringing your hand out of the sheets, you clung to him, digging your nails into his arm. Brows furrowing, you plead, “d- don’t stop”. Cameron was aching, desperate for relief as he twitched in his sweats. The friction from the covers only made it worse.
With another stimulating flick of his tongue triggering your orgasm, your thighs trembled around his head. Emitting a loud moan, you writhed under him while he continued. He smothered himself, delving in between your folds to catch all of your juices. Through the aftershocks of pleasure, the vibration from his groan caused you to peer down. The sight made your stomach tense again, sending a tremor up your spine. Mouth moving slowly now, his eyes were closed to fully savor everything you gave him. Squeezing his arms, you uttered, “Cam- “.
Cameron opened his eyes, the sound of your voice catching his attention. He massaged each breast again before grabbing your hip. Reluctantly detaching, he lifted himself up from his position. Palming your thighs, his voice held a rasp. “Too much?” Still in a dazed state, you were silent for a second as you looked at him. Everything about him was enough to send a spiral through your core but seeing him look so sated with half his face covered in your slick was an entirely different experience.
Needy for more, you shook your head no, reaching out for him. Eager to close the distance, he settled on top of you, melding your lips together. Tasting yourself on his tongue sent another whirl of heat through your stomach. Trailing your nails along his back, you parted to breathe out, “lay down”. He listened, rolling off to lay next to you. Cameron watched you kneel next to him, dipping your finger in the waistband of his sweats. “Can I…?” Immediately nodding in response, his heart raced at the thought.
You had already assumed he must’ve been well endowed from a few glimpses of his print, yet you still weren’t prepared when you tugged on his pants. Cameron saw the gears turning in your head. Your thighs shifted for relief when he came into view. Lengthy with a slight curve, good girth, and a few prominent veins throbbing when he twitched. Throwing your leg over his waist to straddle him now, you sat on his lap, placing your hands on his chest. He grasped your hips, letting out a harsh breath as you glide his dick in between your folds. After taking a minute to admire how he looked, you sealed your lips over his, continuing the back and forth motion.
Breathing out against his lips, “you want to feel what you do to me?”, Cameron twitched, feeling a bead of precum dribble out onto his abdomen.
Begging with his eyes, he murmured a low, “please”.
Running your hand up his neck to cup his jaw, you tilted his head, pressing a line of kisses on his cheek. Once you reached his ear you sweetened your tone. “Please what…?” You released a quiet moan when he unintentionally caused his tip to graze your clit from a desperate jerk of his hips.
Applying more pressure to your waist, it took everything in him not to buck his hips in sync. “Please let me feel you…”. He tilted his head in your direction, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Please…”.
Turning your head to connect your lips, the kiss quickly deepened. Lifting your hips to leave enough space, you nipped at his bottom lip, voicing, “go ahead”. Cameron took your cue, reaching underneath your thigh to line himself up with your entrance. Beginning to gradually descend, you kept your gaze focused on his face to distract yourself from the increasing stretch. Lips parted in awe with his eyes zoned in on yours, he was officially gone. You blinked a few times, clenching around his dick after he fully bottomed out. Though the pressure was there, your arousal had soothed the feeling. Doing an experimental roll to test the pain, all you were met with was pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.
Unable to hold in a throaty groan, his hands wandered down to your ass then your thighs, gripping on for some sort of stability. Eyes threatening to roll back, he shut them. It was too much. The warmth and wetness coming from your walls… how perfect you looked in this position… then you started to move. Raising till just his tip was left inside, you came back down in one motion. Feeling you trail your hand over towards his cheek, Cameron heard you moan out, “look at me”. He listened, grunting when you repeated the action.
Both of your hands gravitating down to his chest, you start a steady rocking motion. Fluttering around his length, you moan, “Keep them just like that”. His eyes appearing even more hooded at this angle, he maintained heavy eye contact, watching you gyrate on him. “Can u do something for me baby?” Your voice was breathless, trying to contain how close you were already.
Cameron nodded, “anything”.
“Tell me when you’re close”. You did one last roll of your hips, planting your hands towards his shoulders. Digging your knees firmly into the bed, you repeatedly bounced up and down, gaining extra traction with his guidance. Watching as he struggled keeping his eyes open now, your lips quivered when he skimmed your g-spot. His breath was staggered, each slip back down sending a ripple of arousal traveling through his body. Pulsating at the feeling, you whimper, “F-fuck, Cam”. The vulgar wet noise increasing with every impale only spurred you on.
His gaze drifted lower, zoning in on your arousal pooling at the base of his dick. Hoarsely stuttering, “I-I’m close baby”, Cameron pulled you in flush against him. Firmly curling one arm around your waist, he gripped the back of your thigh with his free hand. Your head dropped to his shoulder, a high pitched moan tumbling out at the skin to skin contact. Continuing to guide your hips in a rocking motion, he kept your body locked in place, beginning to thrust upward, meeting you each time you sunk back down.
Chiming against his ear, “hold it”, your stomach thrummed as the knot tightened, threatening to come undone with every angled thrust. Vision slipping and the noises becoming uncontrollable now, you clawed down his abdomen. He flexed under your touch, speeding up the pace.
Everything felt too good. Your breasts swaying on his chest… your uneven pants for air flowing out directly into his ear drum… the rhythmic pattern of your pulses… everything. Through the influx of sensation, Cameron twitched, mumbling something incoherent in response. Sounding like a mixture of a groan and a plea, he repeated himself. “I can’t—”, exhaling with a grunt.
Voice trembling with your unsteady breath, you moan, “You said you’d do anything…”
Upon hearing your tone, Cameron quickly jumbled off, “I will, f-fuck I will, you know that”.
Whimpering, “show me”, that was all Cameron needed. He caught you off guard, snapping his hips up at an alarming speed now. Desperately grasping onto his arm, your body shook. Before your impending orgasm completely took over, you managed to stutter, “you can—, o-oh fuck, you can cum Cam! You can cum baby!”
As his entire body tensed, he was able to murmur a quiet, “thank you”, finishing with a hoarse groan. The sudden feeling of your palm resting on his cheek paired with one more drag of your hips made him swell. Nothing measured up to the way you felt wrapped around him. You clamped down hard, warmth oozing from your core and treading throughout your body, you closed your eyes. Shuddering, he coated your walls, prolonging your orgasm. You two came back down after several moments of listening to the quick thrum of your heartbeats. Starting to rub soft circles onto your skin, he kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”
Emitting a sigh of content, you hum, “like I could run ten laps. Of course, not physically right now but internally? Yeah”. Snickering when his laugh vibrated against your body, you lifted your head. “What about you hm?”
“Feel the exact same”. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips before resting your head back on his shoulder.
After cleaning up and getting comfortable under the covers now, you draped your leg over his hip. You focused on his chest, eyes absentmindedly following the movement of your finger trailing side to side. With his head slightly tilted down to see you clearly, Cameron was staring. He held onto your thigh, pondering over the proper way to make things official. Assuming that was already clear and asking outright at the moment both seemed too casual for options but he needed you to know he was serious. Breaking the silence, he blurted, “Can I take you out on a date today?” Heart rate speeding up when you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze, he cleared his throat, adding “in the evening I mean. For dinner if you’re free…?”
Lips curling into a smile, you noticed the thread of nervousness in his voice. Refraining from making a joke, you simply nodded, “and where will we be going?”
“I have a new place in mind. I promise you’ll like it though”.
“Oh, I see…”, you squinted, humming in response. “You must be trying to surprise me if that’s all the info I get”.
“I am”. He chuckled, “don’t expect me to tell you, it’s not going to work!”
You were well versed in pulling information out of him. “I won’t pry, I swear!” Despite his words, it would be extremely easy to get it out of him if you persisted. Deciding against doing so, you’d let him have this one and simmer in your curiosity until later. Your face subtly began to morph into concern when you spotted his eye bags. Making sure you were seeing properly, you tipped his chin downward, getting a closer look. “Have you been sleeping…?”
He hesitated before voicing, “Yeah”.
“Cam…”
His eyes briefly glanced away. “I have… not well but I have”. Seeing a small frown develop now, he tried to offset the mood with a laugh. “What? How bad do they look?!”
“It’s not that they look bad, I just— “, you paused, moving your hand back down to his chest. “I didn’t think you’d be losing sleep”.
“Shit I already knew when I left that night. Was gonna call you out of reflex so many times but I was really trying to give you space”. Breaking into a fit of laughter, you leaned against him, hiding your face. He began laughing with you, confused at your reaction. “What?”
After your laugh died down, you moved back, admitting, “I was too. I almost caved on like the third day, but I figured you wouldn’t feel like talking and I didn’t know what to say…”
“So, we went two weeks…” Briefly exchanging a similar look when the realization set in that the misery was mutual, you both immediately broke into a fit of laughter. “That can never happen again. Everything felt off during that time”.
Cameron chuckled when you extended your pinky. “Promise me right now that if we ever find ourselves no contact again, one of us will break the ice if it reaches three days”.
“I’m never letting that happen again but— “, he connected your pinkies, “I promise”. You leaned in, pressing a kiss on them to seal the deal. He did the same, muttering, “just for good measure”, before giving your lips a peck. Smiling against his mouth, you gave him another. Then one more until he caressed your cheek, pulling you closer.
Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated!
Cameron Cade x F!reader (childhood friends - lovers)
Synopsis: Your bond is tested after a culmination of events leads to hidden wants and needs being brought to the surface
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: college au, sub!Cameron Cade with switch undertones, angst (a tad dramatic), misunderstandings, hidden feelings, jealousy, violence (*not against reader*), explicit language, fluff, smut, oral (f!recieving) cowgirl, sprinkle of edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, piv, dirty talk, creampie, aftercare, mentions alcohol & smoking
WC: 11.7k (damn near a very short story, so sorryyy fr)
A/N: feel like it’s been ages but this one will officially mark the summer shift and next post (very soon) will be from the request on my previous post but I figured I’d keep them in order !! The drama in this.. LOL hope you enjoy !!!
Title is also definitely “how does it make you feel” by Victoria Monet, heavyyy in the rotation for this one along with “speechless” by Michael Jackson, these song combos… everything, srsly!
Choosing to study in Cameron’s room this time rather than the library was proving to be impossible. With him being fortunate enough to have his own single, you two got comfortable on his bed. Crossing your legs, you sat at the head of his bed. He rested his back against the wall, facing the door. You weren’t even twenty minutes in yet before he started begging you to come to his football game. Specifically, for you to come sit in the family and friends section again. In his own words: “this one is important for real”.
“For me at least?!”
“No”.
“Please?”
“No!”
“Pl-”
Fully looking up from your notebook now, you glared at him before he could utter the word. “Cam, no. I already told you I’m not doing that shit again! The regular bleachers will do just fine”. You already planned to go, however you had been adamant on not sitting in the same section. Assuming that meant you weren’t going at all, Cameron made sure to lay it on thick. He learned early on in your friendship that there was an 85% success rate if he annoyed you enough to the point you’d give in.
He laughed, swatting your ankle. “C’Monnn, I promise this time will be different”. Pausing as the moment replayed in his head, he let out another snicker. “I swear on everything I’ll make sure you don’t get hit with the ball”.
You kicked at his shin, trying to conceal your laughter. “It’s not funny! The bruise is just now starting to fade”. The first-and last-time you sat front row in the family & friends section, the ball ended up striking you just above your hip.
Wrapping his hand around your calf, he gave it a squeeze. Sporting a soft smile while rubbing your skin, he voiced, “I’m sorry”. Shifting to a serious tone now, his grip trailed up, stopping below your knee. “Please come… I need you there tomorrow”.
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you contemplated, taking in his expression. He was talented in that way, able to make you crack with one pleading look and that soft drop in his voice. Begrudgingly, you mumbled, “fine. But I am NOT sitting in the front row, I don’t care”.
A wide grin spread across his features before he pounced, pulling you onto his lap to trap you in a bear hug. “Thank you”. Making a small noise of surprise, you immediately slid your hands up his back. Folding your knees beside his hips for comfort, you straddled him. He lingered, absentmindedly rubbing along your hips and savoring the scent of your fragrance.
With your cheek pressed against his chest, a faint smile ghosted your lips. Wincing when his thumb accidentally swiped across your bruise, you shifted in his lap. Bringing your hands to his abdomen, you gave him a gentle nudge. “Cam”.
Quickly uttering, “sorry”, he repositioned his hands on your thighs. He leaned back, peering in the direction of your bruise before lifting his gaze. “You good?” You nodded, eyes falling to his lips for a split second. Suddenly, aware of the compromising position, you began to move off his lap. Once you slipped out of his grasp, his gaze followed while you situated yourself at the head of his bed. Glancing down, he swallowed hard, using a pillow to cover himself so you wouldn’t notice the tent growing in his sweats.
You two had been dancing around the tension for years. Never placing a name on it or giving the feelings that began to simmer over time any attention. Nothing ever happened but you both shared the same thought. It wasn’t worth losing each other if things went wrong. The friendship was too important. Plus, in your mind, if there was something on his end, it was just lust. And the thought of that alone hurt more than discovering whether or not he truly felt the same so you remained comfortable in the unknown.
“You owe me by the way”.
He was waiting for that to come. Lips curling into a smile, he asked, “What do you want?”
Continuing to write, you kept your attention focused on the page in front of you, not sparing him a glance while responding. “That’s for you to figure out, I’m sure you’ll come up with something!” Pausing your movements to raise your head, you caution, “you’ll still owe me if I’m not satisfied though so choose wisely”. You finished with a curt smile before resuming your writing.
Uttering in a hushed tone, “you’re something else for real”, he shook his head in amusement.
Ears perking up a bit, you hummed, “what was that?”
Throwing his hands up in defense, he quickly voiced, “Nothing! Didn’t say anything”.
………………
Any chance he could, Cameron would glance over towards the family and friends section, anticipating your arrival. You’d leave him on his toes a lot, but this was the one thing he could never predict with you. He started to note you’d either come fairly early or exactly when the game started but you’d never be late. Not even five minutes. Despite knowing this, he couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach until he saw your face.
Completely unaware of how much weight he had placed on you showing up, you would simply show up whenever you happened to finish getting ready. Avoiding coming in late was the only somewhat strict guideline you held yourself to. No matter how many times you’d watch him play, it never became repetitive. If anything, each game was different. Cameron was consistently sharp as a player, seemingly excelling with every play.
Football has always been the focal point of his life. To any bystander, they would see him and think he was great. To you, all you saw was his drive to become perfect. He’s never stopped. And he’d never allow himself to. Any broken bones or concussions were just a bump in the road. Cameron remained in his place as the most persistent person you’ve ever met.
A part of you was always on edge, terrified even that something would happen to him on the field one day. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop watching. Not when he slipped into that state of raw, unbridled focus. To say he’s grown since you were kids would be an understatement.
Just as warm up was winding down, Cameron watched you saunter into the stands. Spotting someone you knew, you took a seat next to them, sparking up conversation. Recognizing the crew neck you wore was the one with #5 embroidered on the wrists, he smiled at the sight. The sheer amount of merch you had accumulated continued to grow and was getting a bit ridiculous at this point, but you weren’t complaining. The quality was unmatched. Each item he’d give you would either fall in pajama territory or your closet depending on the style.
As predicted, the game ended with Cameron as the MVP, bringing in another win for the team. Making your way out of the stadium, you and your classmate paused for a moment to catch up before you left.
“Sooo what’s up with you and Cam?! How long you been on that?”
Brows furrowing in confusion now, your mood shifted as soon as the words left her mouth. Smile dwindling a bit, you questioned, “what do you mean…?” You knew what she meant but there was a reason you never outwardly spoke about him unless prompted. Majority of people who were privy of your friendship automatically assumed it was more than that. Nor would they believe it when you two clarified you’re just friends.
“How long have y’all been fucking? Or are y’all actually together?!”
“Neither actually. We’re just friends, it’s not like that”. Maintaining your composure, you were waiting for her to voice the real reason for asking.
Her expression immediately lighting up, she asked, “would you mind hooking me up then?? He looks too good around campus, I can’t believe you haven’t fucked at all!”
Forcing out a short laugh, you nodded. “You cool with me giving him your number?” Trying to ignore the twinge of discomfort settling in your stomach, you kept a tight lipped smile.
Nodding, she hummed, “Mhm, that works!”, rolling her eyes afterwards. “My brother refuses to set me up with him, I’ve stopped asking him that shit”.
Finding yourself growing increasingly uncomfortable, you let out another laugh. “No problem. I’ll see later, I have to go!” Right on cue, your phone started ringing as you began to walk back to your car.
“Hey”
“Hey, you still here?!”
“About to leave, why?”
“Give me ten minutes! Don’t leave yet”.
“I’m giving you eight, hurry up”. Hearing his laughter ring out through the phone before you hung up, a small smile came to your face. Occasionally, he would take up the opportunity to ride back to campus with you if he chose to ride with one of his teammates to the field instead of driving.
Knowing you always parked as close as possible, Cameron made a beeline for your car. Distance closing in, he saw you clearly, distracted on your phone. Taking this as a chance to scare you, he ducked down, gradually getting closer until he ran up to your window, slapping his hands on the glass. Jumping at the sudden noise, you clutched your heart, turning to see him bubbling with laughter. You glared at him, shaking your head in amusement before cracking the window. “Yea, have fun walking back to your dorm. I’m not giving you a ride!”
He swiftly rounded the car, pulling on the handle to see you had already locked it. “Wait chill, unlock the door!” Deciding to partake in the antics, you kept your finger on the button, unlocking it for a split second before locking it again. You did it one more time, laughing as he attempted to open it again before finally letting him in. He climbed in, throwing his travel bag in the back before shifting the seat as far as it could go for leg room.
The scent of his body wash immediately striking your senses, you involuntarily clench your legs. You took in his appearance, baggy gray sweats riding low on his hips with a plain white wife beater on. Gaze trailing down his bicep towards the prominent veins displayed on his forearm, you questioned, “it’s hardly 55 degrees right now, you’re not cold?”
He shook his head, expressing, “nope”, as his eyes scanned over your outfit. Lips turning up into a smile, he reached over the console, grabbing your wrist to get a clear view. This was the first time he’d ever seen you wear any of the merch he gave you with his personal number on it. Heart speeding up, he was silent for a moment. “You wore this one for me?”
Unbeknownst to him, you always wore the engraved items of clothing in private. Briefly glancing in the direction he was looking, you peered back up, almost able to see the gears turning in his head. “No, I wore it because it’s cold out. Plus, it’s comfortable”. After he chuckled at your response, you playfully pushed at his knee, rolling your eyes. “Duh I wore it for you. Didn’t you say this one was important?”
Laughing again, he nodded. “There were several scouts watching today”. You knew there was always a range of them at every game, but he wouldn’t have mentioned it unless some were from his top choices.
Many from other teams have come to scout him except for the ones he anticipated the most up until this point. “Wait… which ones from your lineup?”
A slow grin forming, he responded, “first and second”.
Unable to contain your excitement, you urged, “get out, I need to give you a hug!”, before promptly opening your door to step out. Cameron met you halfway, immediately wrapping his arms around your lower back to pull you flush against him. Bringing your hands up to reach his broad shoulders, you embraced him. Reveling in your hold, he nuzzled into your shoulder, lowering his grip to your hips.
Noticing he was reluctant to part, you ran one of your hands down his arm, caressing his bicep while mumbling, “I’m happy for you”.
Feeling him smile against you, his voice was muffled. “Knew you would be”. After another second, he lifted his head. Peering down at the sincere expression that had settled over your features, his mind was quiet. Through all the chaos that accompanied the sport, you were at the center of it, grounding him back in reality.
It was moments like these where confusion would strike you a bit. Cameron was an open book. You were well acquainted with all his cues at this stage in your friendship, yet you could never decipher what he was thinking when his eyes glazed over like this. Giving his arms a gentle squeeze, you asked, “ready to leave now?”
Nodding in response, he chimed, “I could drive if you want”.
“Yea, absolutely not Cam. You drive crazy!”
He scoffed, “Me?! I’m probably the safest driver you know”.
Amused, you raised a brow at his quip, shaking your head in disagreement against his chest. “Not even by a long shot”. Aware of him still keeping you in his grasp, you remarked, “so… you plan to let me go or…?” After he begrudgingly parted you two shared a small laugh, getting back in the car to leave.
Once you returned back to campus, a thought sprung to your mind. Shutting the car off, you casually mentioned, “oh by the way I have a number for you”.
“The girl you were sitting with…?” You nod, unlocking your phone to find it. Before you could even start the search, he quickly voiced, “I don’t want it”. At the sound of this you peered over to see his face fell flat.
Confused and slightly intrigued, you confirmed, “you sure?”
“Positive”. Jaw clenching now, he added, “I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her”. He studied your features in acknowledgement, biting his tongue.
Assuming it was nothing more than a boundary thing with his teammate, you shrugged, leaving it off with an “ok”.
Both proceeding to walk in the direction of the dorms now, Cameron asked, “can I come up tonight?”
You nodded, sending a quick message to your roommate. While Cameron was lucky enough to be alone, you were lucky enough to share an apartment with your best friend. It had just become a courtesy at this point to give a heads up even though she’d never care, occupied in her own bedroom or the living room.
Upon entering the space, Cameron made himself comfortable on the bed while you searched your dresser for pajamas. “What about the movies?” Humming in confusion, you turned to face him. “Going to the theatre, is that acceptable for you? I know you’ve been wanting to see the movie that just came out”.
Ears perking up in interest, you questioned, “when?”
“This Friday work? We can go after my practice, get food afterwards?”
A genuine smile finding its way to your face, you shook your head in approval, “Yea, I’m satisfied with that”, before venturing off towards the bathroom to change. When you left his view, Cameron’s grin widened. Nothing granted him more pleasure than making you happy.
After a few moments, you returned, wearing a loose fitting top with sweatpants, ready for sleep. Dimming the lights now, you cozy up under the covers next to him. Both mindlessly discussing how your day went while scrolling on your phones, you began drifting off. Cameron followed suit, having it in mind that he was going to rest his eyes for a bit before heading out. You two ended up falling into a deep slumber, periodically shifting your bodies throughout the night to get comfortable.
At some point, he turned to his side, slinging his arm around your mid-section. Loosely grasping his forearm, you gravitated towards his body, shuffling back against him. You stayed in that position for a few hours, unconsciously moving your body again to flip around, nuzzling into his side. He kept his arm wrapped around you, pulling you as close as possible.
Once morning came, Cameron woke up first. His eyes gradually opened, adjusting to the light peeking through your curtains until they dropped to your figure. Curled next to him, you had your face pressed onto his chest, arm resting along his abdomen. Staying quiet and still, he admired the view, feeling his heart swell. Sure, there had been other instances in the past where you two happened to fall asleep in the same bed but none like this. He’d stay like this all day, just watching the soft rise and fall of your body for comfort.
Your alarm beginning to ring out now, his thoughts were cut short. Eyes still shut, you groggily shifted, reaching to turn the sound off before bringing your arm back to its position. Slowly becoming aware, your brows furrowed in confusion. You repeatedly pat his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen underneath your fingertips. Quickly coming to the realization after a few seconds, you blinked, pushing yourself up into a seated position.
Giving him a playful shove, you turned your attention to him. Mumbling out, “How come you didn’t say anything? I didn’t know I was all over you like that”, you saw a small grin on his face.
Bypassing the twinge of emptiness, he felt when you pulled away, he casually shrugged, “I didn’t mind”. He watched as you checked the time on your phone, setting it back down with a tired groan. “What time is your class?”
“12:30 today. You?”
“Eleven”.
“Cam that’s in an hour…”
“So?”
Voicing, “What do you mean so?!”, you shoved him again, laughing at his sense of urgency. “You need to leave right now to get ready. I refuse to be the reason you’re late!”
“Damn you’re kicking me out already?! Bedside service sucks here”.
More laughter bubbling out, you urged, “yes, it does, now get up! There’s extra toothbrushes in the bathroom”. He chuckled, finally moving to head to the bathroom. Before he left, you told him to just text you the details for the movie later.
………………
Friday
Cameron now found himself in a predicament. His teammates had drilled into his head the best way to celebrate several of their top picks showing up was an impromptu party. Tonight. He didn’t want to reschedule, nor did he want to cancel on you but in that moment at practice he thought: what better way to celebrate that…?
“Ik this is last minute, but you mind if we go on Sunday? I’m exhausted rn, I’m just going to sleep in tn.”
“No, that’s fine. I understand”.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you I swearr”.
“Cam it’s fine, get ur rest. I’ll talk to you tmr”.
“You’re not mad, are you??”
“No, just take care of yourself pls. Hope you get some good sleep!”.
The guilt was quick to set in and stayed throughout the evening. As soon as he sent the first message, he felt the pit simmering in his stomach, increasing by the hour. After practice was over, he sat on his bed, contemplating whether it was the right move to actually go to the party. Damage had already been done the moment he rescheduled so in his mind, things couldn’t possibly get worse if he showed his face for an hour or two. He never lied to you, let alone left you as an afterthought so what was different now? Why did it feel so heavy?
On the opposing end, you felt a pang of disappointment when the notification popped up but brushed it off. Tried too at least. Placing your focus back on the show you were watching with your roommate, your mind drifted. It felt like there was something else he was omitting but he would’ve told you. Gnawing on your lip as anxiety began to creep in, you were quiet, thinking about what else it could be. He’ll probably tell me later.
Poorly hiding your concern, your best friend peered over, taking in the worry painted on your features. Momentarily dragged out of your thoughts, you felt a nudge on your shoulder. You Glanced over at her, releasing a small hum. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing”.
“Girl…”
“Nothing, seriously. I just… I don’t know”. You passed her your phone, showing the messages. “Am I tripping for feeling like something’s a little bit off?! Be honest”. She took a moment to read the thread, and you watched as her neutral expression morphed into one of discontent.
Shaking her head, she handed it back to you. “He’s hiding something, guarantee it”. Your face fell at her words. Despite seeing that coming, a part of you was hoping she’d lie. At least then you could really convince yourself not to overthink. Attempting to cushion her words, she encouraged, “fuck him though, don’t even give it a second thought! Come out with me tonight!” Seeing your apprehension, she grasped your hand, continuing, “pleaseee, I’ll make sure you have fun! It’ll take your mind off it!”
A smile ghosting your lips at her insistence, you caved. “Ok, fine! Where are we going?”
Gleefully squeezing your hand now, she grinned.
“Some party happening near the hub I think?? I don’t know who’s hosting but my friend said it should be a good turnout. We’ll see for ourselves though!” Checking the time on her phone, she mumbled, “oh shit…”, before launching off the couch. “Start getting ready now, we’re going to pregame!” Turning on her heels to head toward her room, she yelled out, “wear something slutty!”
Loudly laughing at her excitement, you sprung off the couch, shouting back “I will”, through your laughter.
………….
You were three shots in by the time you two arrived at the party and sure enough, the place was packed. Though you were a bit tipsy, you could’ve sworn that you’d been here before. The house looked way too familiar but not enough for you to spare more than a second thought. Immediately upon walking in, the aroma of smoke filled your nostrils accompanying the heavy bass leaking from the speakers as the music blasted.
With your arms linked, you two shuffled deeper into the house, stopping for a moment to converse with a few mutual friends. After a couple more interactions, both of you managed to navigate through the sea of people, finding the kitchen. Giggling at your best friends reaction once she spotted her drink of choice, you lost your footing for a second. Bumping into somebody hard, you turned your head a bit, muttering out, “oops, sorry about that!”
After hearing your name called, you fully swiveled, searching around to figure out who said it before looking up directly in front of you. “Brian, hey! What are you doing here?!” Pulling him in for a brief hug, he chuckled. “I’m hosting! Glad you could come”.
“Oh! I didn’t know you were having a party tonight”. It took a second for you to make the connection, but it slowly dawned on you as he continued.
“What do you mean? Cam didn’t tell you?? He said you couldn’t come!”
Keeping a smile plastered on your face, you dismissed the anger bubbling inside upon realizing he lied, twice. Shaking your head, you voiced “nope! He’s here?”
“Yea, he’s on the couch!” Eyeing you up and down, he added, “you look good by the way” ignoring him uttering “really good” under his breath, you simply nodded.
“Thanks”. Looking around to see where your friend was, you stopped in your tracks after his voice rung out again.
“You know Cam said you were off limits, but you mind if I get your number really quick…?”
“Sorry, he said what?!”
“He told us you were off limits but shit, he’ll just have to understand”.
Sobering up by the second you confirmed, “He told all of you I’m off limits?!” Once he nodded, he asked for your number again and you decided in that moment, why not? Promptly making your way out of the kitchen now, you went off to figure out where your friend might have wandered. Your mind was racing now, trying to decipher what could’ve possibly motivated Cameron to act like this.
Crossing another pathway throughout the house, your heart sunk as you caught a clear glimpse of the couch. Even at a distance you could make out Cameron’s figure. The couch had several other people occupying it and one of those happened to be Brian’s sister. Music deafening out and the people surrounding the area suddenly going out of focus, you stood there, blinking at the scene unfolding. With both her arms curled around his, she shuffled her body close, leaning against his side to murmur something in his ear. He looked disinterested, not particularly focused on her or anything going on around him and you could tell by her mannerisms that she was drunk, yet you had no time to form a thought.
“There you are, I lost you girl! Having fun yet?!”
The sound of her voice was barely enough to pull you out of the trance you were in. For a split moment, he locked eyes with you during a scan of the room. Unsure if he was seeing correctly, he squinted, eyes widening once he realized. Heart lurching, the familiar lump began forming in your throat. Quickly looking away, your vision started to blur, tears threatening to spill. Frantically looking around to find the closest exit, you urgently muttered, “I need air, I need to leave”.
Before you broke your gaze, she followed your line of sight, smile dropping and mouth parting once she saw. Immediately understanding, she linked your arms again, keeping a solid grip while she wordlessly started leading you through the crowd, out the back door. You couldn’t wipe the droplets beginning to roll down your cheeks fast enough.
………………
Unable to shake the gnawing feeling of guilt, he regretted coming to the party as soon as he crossed the threshold. He was about to walk back but was stopped by one of his homeboy’s sparking a conversation. The atmosphere was no help, only proving to be more irritating than anything. Passed up going to the movies for this shit…
Deciding to take refuge on the couch, he was quiet, only contributing to the conversations here and there. But to really top things off, it was impossible for him to stop thinking about you. About how much he’d rather be celebrating with you, alone. Consistently checking his phone to see if you might’ve messaged him again, his knee started bouncing with nerves. Wonder what she’s doing right now…
He wasn’t allowed more than fifteen minutes of peace before Brian’s sister attempted to saunter over sensually, plopping down into the little space available next to him. Any thin thread of patience he had left the moment she touched him. Brows furrowing in disgust, he was about to brush her off, standing fully to leave the party but then his eyes found you. Dawning on him how bad this shit looked, he swiftly stood up, abruptly pushing her off to barrel through the crowd.
Disappearing as quickly as he saw you, he no longer saw which direction you went. Fuck, please pick up... Heart racing now, Cameron rushed through, getting outside to call you. No answer. Call again, no answer. Sprinting to his car, he sped back to campus.
“I’m sorry”.
“Where are you??!”
“I’m coming to find you”.
“Please talk to me, let me explain”.
After several calls and messages, you put your phone on dnd, disregarding them. Fortunate enough to catch a ride back with your roommate and her current fling, she asked if you were good to walk to the apartment alone. Ensuring you were, she stayed behind while you stepped out, making your way toward that path. Frankly being completely alone right now sounded nice. You needed to clear your thoughts.
Despite being upset that he lied, the one thing that stood out to you was the “off limits” statement. There was no questioning whether or not that was true because after a bit of reflection, you realized just how obvious it was. You weren’t around all of his teammates much but the few that would circulate around him always averted their gaze, keeping interactions short and to the point. In this moment you wanted nothing to do with Cameron. At All. But the only thing you wanted right now was an explanation. Some semblance of truth that might explain his behavior.
Settling into the comfort of your room now, you sighed. Taking a seat on your bed, you finally let the tears flow freely, actively trying to wipe them as they came. It was ridiculous to even cry about something so trivial, but you couldn’t shake the image of him with Brian’s sister. The steeping knot that set in your stomach seeing him comfortable with another woman. Maybe he lied about that too…
Hearing a faint knock on the door, you grabbed a tissue, patting your eyes before stepping out of your room. Assuming it was your roommate coming up to grab something, you swung open the door, only to be met with Cameron. His heart twisted when you came into view. Spotting your tear stained cheeks, he fought the urge to reach out and swipe them away. Face growing rigid at the sight of him, you quickly motioned to shut the door. He placed his hand on it, halting the movement.
“Please, I’m not here to upset you. I just want to apologize”. Taking a few steps back from the door, you moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter for balance. Stepping into the apartment now, he rounded the other side, leaving a gap between you two. He knew better than to crowd your space when you were angry with him, having learned that lesson the last time.
“I’m giving you five minutes. Hurry up”.
“My intention wasn’t to hurt you I didn’t— I wasn’t thinking when I accepted that invite, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know that, but I promise—-”
Your frustration was rising with each word. Sharply cutting him off, you interjected, “what was it then hm? To lie for the sake of lying?!”
“No, that was a mistake. I should’ve told you the truth”.
“But you didn’t… for whatever fucking reason. I could promise you I wouldn’t have cared if you said off rip you didn’t want to go tonight anymore. Matter fact, let’s see…” You held out your hand, using your fingers to begin counting how many times he lied. “Instead of flat out telling me you’d rather go to an impromptu party, you told me you were going to sleep in. Hell, who knows if you were actually exhausted so lie number two?? Told your friend I couldn’t come, lie number three-”
His solemn expression morphed into confusion as you continued. Heart rate speeding up, he grew deeply concerned about what else Brian possibly told you. “But my favorite one— “, you paused to laugh, using air quotes now. “‘I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her’”. Brows furrowing now after listing them, you gazed at him, utterly puzzled.
He shook his head, rounding the counter to level with you. “That last statement was not a lie, I don’t. I know how it looked but I promise you she was drunk, I pushed her off me. You know I don’t want her”. You glanced down, fighting back the urge to cry as he continued. Cautiously stepping closer, he earnestly pleaded, “please believe that. The other two were lies and I apologize for even putting you in this position but please—”. He reached for your hand, soothing the back of it with his thumb.
For a brief moment you softened into his touch, resolve slipping until the words “off limit” rung in your mind. Anger spiking, you shoved him away, pushing him at his chest. “Don’t touch me!” Tears fell as your mind raced. Stepping out of his proximity, you headed into the living room, creating as much distance as possible.
He turned, watching you pace. Taken back by your demeanor, he was trying to understand what you were thinking. Anything to rationalize why you were so upset. Facing him now, you stopped, mumbling in a hushed tone, “why would you—”, pausing to clutch your stomach. “Why did you tell your teammates I’m off limits…?”
Mind going blank, Cameron felt his heart drop to his stomach. “It’s not like that— it’s not what you think, I swear”. He met you in the living room, pain flashing in his eyes when you took a step back. “I don’t want them to hurt you, that’s all—”.
“But it’s ok when you do it…?” Words sending a direct pang of guilt up his spine, Cameron shook his head. “Is that why you lied…?” He was frozen. Throat burning now, a hard lump formed.
You urged yourself to continue, trying to dismiss how excruciating the knot had grown with every thought. Voice cracking, you managed to stutter out, “how— how long have you been waiting for an opportunity…? Is that how you see me…? This…?”, motioning between the two of you. “A quick fuck??”
The silence was loud. Cameron couldn’t conjure up any thought. Struggling to breathe now, he felt like someone had punched him in his chest, winding him of air. Scrambling to stop that notion from going any farther in your brain, he frantically emphasized, “no… no, no, listen that’s not what this is to me, I’m not— “. He couldn’t help himself from coming closer, reaching out to soothe you.
It was too late. That idea had already been fully adopted, seeping into your conscious and jumbling with your own feelings for him. You were becoming increasingly distressed, throat constricting before another wave of fresh tears streamed down your face. Shaking your head in disbelief, you took another small step backwards, muttering, “stop”.
Obliging for fear of upsetting you further, Cameron stopped, dropping his extended arm. “You know how much you mean to me…? Our connection…? How could you think— when have I given you the impression that’s how I view our friendship?! I would never see you like that…”. Hearing his voice break, you were almost on the verge of pulling him in for a hug. It was clear you wouldn’t be able to rationalize your thoughts and feelings with him around you. “I don’t see you like that”.
“Please leave…”
Standing there in shock, Cameron couldn’t remember the last time he felt this gut wrenched. Reluctantly walking a few steps back, he clenched his jaw, turning to leave out. The closer he came to his dorm, the worse he felt. Once he reached his room, an uncomfortable, stinging ache took root in his chest. Vision blurring, he ran a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes to prevent any tears from coming. He didn’t care how damaged things felt right now, determined to repair it no matter what.
Eventually you calmed down enough to think without tears welling in your eyes. You laid in bed, chronologically replaying the day in your head. Confused even more now, his demeanor throughout the conversation continued flashing. And while you were Initially unsure about whether he was being honest, you weighed that single factor. The one thing he could never mask was his hurt. Not with you. He never tried to.
The following morning, Cameron had to force himself not to call or text you, wanting to respect your space. Deciding to continue with his routine, he buried the growing concern steeping into his mind as each day passed without a word from you. There was only one other time in your friendship where you weren’t speaking to each other. That instance was in middle school and ended up lasting for one week.
This, however, was becoming uncharted territory, having reached the seven day mark. Now, beginning to stay up longer than normal, Cameron’s sleep gradually deteriorated. It took everything in him just to wait for a call. A text. Anything from you indicating you were ready to talk but it never came. The anxiety from simply missing your presence peaked on day twelve at his next home game.
Since that night, you went into overdrive, making yourself busy to avoid that feeling. The lingering craving of wanting him around, needing him next to you, combined with the disappointment you felt. Knowing exactly what you felt when looking at him went far beyond the platonic realm, you refused to indulge. Not if there was any shred of him that only viewed you in a sexual manner, completely disregarding the essence of your connection. Unable to bring yourself to go to his game, you stayed in, choosing those hours to study. To make matters worse, you received a message from an unknown number, grimacing when you realized who it was. You rolled your eyes at the tacky line, fully regretting giving him your information in the heat of the moment. At least that decision to block him came quickly with zero contemplation.
First down came and went and you still weren’t here. Cameron had come to terms with the fact that you weren’t coming. But he didn’t anticipate that throwing him off to the degree it did. One mistake was rare and barely tolerable depending on the severity. Three was a major fuck up in his eyes. He couldn’t reconcile with misalignment in his life. Not with you, not with football, and certainly not at the same time. They still won the game but that didn’t matter to him. Knowing that wasn’t his best was enough to send him down a spiral.
His homeboys noticed his mood shift and suggested going to another party as a remedy. Cameron knew that wouldn’t do anything to take his mind off of the game… nor make the ache that had twisted into a wrench in his chest disappear. But at least it’d keep him busy. Being around other people and thinking about you felt more productive than doing that while he was alone. It was unavoidable though.
Smoking outside with two of his teammates, Cameron only started listening when one of them mentioned Brian.
“He will not shut the fuck up about her”
“At all. It’s starting to piss me off, for real!”
Chiming in, Cameron asked, “who?”
“Some girl he met at his party a couple weeks ago. He trying to be mysterious and shit, talking about she’s cool with his sister”.
Settled into a low buzz now, Cameron completely tuned out everything else they started saying. Falling quiet again, he felt a twinge of jealousy spark, quickly rolling into a steady buildup of anger. It was easy putting two and two together that you were the girl they spoke of. Going back into the party to confront him, he kept it in the back of his mind not to take it past a simple conversation. Despite this, his temper increased the longer it took to find him. Hardly gentle as he glided past people, he stopped upon hearing a random voice yell his name. “Yoooo Cam! Man, what’s up with you?!”
Growing tense, he clenched his jaw, hardening his facial expression as the person approached, walking up to his side. “Haven’t seen you fumble that bad in second quarter before-”. Cameron heard the ringing in his ears become increasingly loud, blocking out the music and conversations around him. He began to move again, ignoring the voice before he reached his tipping point. “Is it the bitch you hang with all the time? What’s her name? She stop giving you pussy or somethi—“, and that final statement was enough to drive him there.
Swinging around to piece him in his jaw, Cameron delivered two more strikes, knocking him off balance. The guy stumbled, landing on the floor before another hit connected. Still moving in to punch him again, Camerons teammates stopped him. Forced to back off now, he jolted out of their grasp, moving to leave the party. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the inevitable consequences of his actions nor about the people standing around murmuring in a hushed tone at the commotion. Not with you flooding his mind.
Traveling back to campus as quickly as possible, he went directly to your apartment. He was contemplating for a minute, standing at the door wondering if he should just leave instead. But before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked. Ears perking up from the couch, you glanced over in the direction. Heading over to open it now, your breath hitched as Cameron came into view. You took in his appearance, worry falling onto your features at the sight of his red eyes sending a quiet plea. “Can we talk? Please…?”
Silently, you nodded, giving him space to come in. He shut the door, beginning to follow as you led him to your room. Sitting on the bed now, you crossed your legs, waiting for him to sit down too. Cameron tentatively walked over, placing himself right in front of you. Quietly asking, “what happened…?”, you were concerned looking at him.
From the side view of his face, you couldn’t fully decipher what was going on, he just seemed off. Gaze scaling down his arm, you reached out, grasping his forearm to look at his knuckle. Heart clenching, you dragged his hand into your lap, gently running your thumb along the light bruise forming. “You got into a fight?”
Cameron finally turned to look at you, his voice catching in his throat when he did. He was fixated on your soft expression and the warmth from your touch before he urged himself to speak. “A small one but that’s not why I came here”. You peered at him intently, almost forgetting why you were initially upset in the first place. Bringing your other hand over to faintly trace the skin on his wrist out of reflex, you signaled you were listening.
“I came to apologize again and tell you the truth…” He gripped your hand, squeezing before voicing, “no matter what though… promise me we’ll still be ok”. His face growing serious now, you became nervous to hear what he had to say.
Mumbling, “I promise”, your heart beat sped up.
“I went about things the wrong way. I’m sorry for how that night went… for making you cry”. A pang of guilt hit his stomach when the image flashed in his head. Tilting your head, you analyzed his expression. You quietly reached the understanding that all of his apologies were genuine, the pain in his eyes unmistakably reflected with his words.
Offering him a small smile, “I forgive you”, dropped from your lips.
“You haven’t heard the truth yet though”
Laughing at his response, you doubled down. “And? I still accept your apology. But continue, I might revoke that depending on how bad it is”. You saw him crack his first smile, visibly relaxing once you lightened the mood. He then gazed in your lap, memorizing how the pads of your fingertips felt along his skin in case things went south again. Feeling an onset of anxiety creep in, he tensed up.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
You were weary now. Cameron was hardly ever this serious. This was your first time seeing him so nervous to tell you something.
Bringing his gaze back to your face, he started, “I meant everything I said when we spoke. The only reason I told them you’re off limits is because I don’t think they’d give you the love you deserve. I don’t ever want you thinking I’m just waiting for an opportunity. That’s not how I feel about you… or what I’m thinking when I look at you”.
Upon seeing his eyes gloss over, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. “What are you thinking about right now…?”
“How much I missed you… how receptive you’d be if I tell you how I really feel”
“Don’t make me guess…” you were curious, rubbing his arm as you urged, “tell me”.
“I need you… Whether I’m with you or simply hearing your voice, that’s all I need”. Cameron felt his heart sink. Maybe it wasn’t too late to say he was joking but he had already gotten this far. “I’m in love with you”.
Looking at him in a state of shock, your smile faded. “Cam…” He grasped your other hand before you could pull away.
Panicked at your reaction, he declared “nothing has to change, we can forget about this conversation, I promise”. Fixing your gaze on his arms, you were quiet. “I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you…” A surge of emotions coming on now, you felt your heart skip a beat. Certain that he made things worse, Cameron started pleading. “Fuck, I’m sorry”. Feeling his throat tighten, he quietly begged, “please, don’t shut me out again, I’m sorry”.
Disconnecting from him, you moved off the bed. Cameron prepared to leave until you walked in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Easing into your body, he circled your waist, pulling you close. Still too far apart for his liking, he brought his hands down to your thighs, hauling you up onto his lap. Both lingering in the soothing embrace, you ran your nails along his upper back. Voice muffled, you filled the silence. “What if I feel the same way?” He smiled into your skin, dragging a hand up your spine in response.
Lifting his head to peer at you, he questioned “do you?”
“What do you think…?” You cupped his jaw, turning his head to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I need you just as bad”. Heat creeped up Cameron’s neck from the gesture. He returned it, moving his hands down to squeeze your hips. Stopping yourself from grinding against him, you changed the subject. “Are you staying tonight?”
“You should know better than to ask that. I’m not going anywhere”. Starting to pepper your neck with pecks, he couldn’t hold back his smile. “You don’t know you’re stuck with me now? I got to show you?”
His pecks growing ticklish, a small laugh escaped you. “Nooo, I already was! Is it too late to take it back?!” He paused, staring at you with a blank expression before his smile widened. Clutching your waist for a single moment, he started tickling one side, drawing out more laughter. You squirmed in his lap, but he reinforced his hold, keeping one arm wrapped around your lower back.
He ignored your attempt at pushing his hand away, continuing his movements. A chuckle falling past his lips, he teased, “say that again?!” You started shifting uncontrollably, gripping his arm.
Bubbling out, “s-stop!”, your head fell to his shoulder. Before you could catch your breath, he swiftly switched sides, clutching you closer as his opposite hand began moving.
“Nah say that shit again, I didn’t hear you!” Squeezing your eyes shut as his chuckling rang out, you started patting his arm.
Stuttering out, “p-please”, you involuntarily cinched your knees beside him. Shortly after that, he stopped, reveling as you tried catching your breath. You playfully pushed at his chest, warning, “wait until later. Trust, I’m not forgetting this!”
Nipping at your neck, he goaded, “counting on that”. Emitting a faint moan, your hands dropped to his abdomen. Cameron clenched his jaw, rubbing the flesh on your thighs. He had to wait. Needed to wait until you initiated. Then he’d allow himself to indulge but until then he was grateful taking any instance of closeness from you.
“Go take a shower first, I’m not letting you sleep in my bed with outside clothes”.
“Yes ma’am”.
You had already been ready for bed by the time Cameron showed up at the door. A loose fitting shirt emulating his jersey with a pair of black shorts and fuzzy socks. Finding amusement in the fact he hadn’t made a single comment on it yet, you patiently waited, knowing it was coming at some point. While he was in the shower, you went ahead and grabbed an ice pack and a pair of his sweats from the stash of clothes he kept here.
Hearing footsteps now, you peered in that direction, subtly clenching your thighs when he appeared. With just a towel hanging low on his hips, your eyes focused on his happy trail then down to the imprint curved into the material. Silently exchanging a look, you handed him the pants, turning your body to the side while he got dressed. After a substantial amount of time, you asked, “are you done?” Instead of giving a response, Cameron launched on you, hovering above your back. “This is your second strike by the way”. Shifting under his full weight, you felt the fabric rub along your skin, brushing against his dick in the process. You twisted your hands in the sheets, a swirl of arousal pooling in your stomach. “Move”, slipped out breathier than you’d like.
Staying impossibly still, he leaned in towards your ear. “Say please”.
Biting back a moan, you stated, “No”. Your breath caught in your throat when his length twitched against your ass.
He might’ve just been high on emotions, but Cameron could’ve sworn you moulded perfectly against him. “I’m not moving then”.
Savoring how heavy he felt pressed into your body, you tried crossing your legs to alleviate the pressure building between them. You knew the desire would be bad when it came down to it, but you couldn’t have prepared for this at all. Already feeling your head spin, you plead, “Cam…”
Cameron finally took heed when he saw how flustered you were becoming. Gliding off to sit next to you now, he watched as you sat up, reaching for the ice pack on your nightstand. You wordlessly straddle his lap, pulling his arm in between the space to study his knuckle. “What happened…?” Gazing up after placing the ice over the swelling, you included, “and don’t be vague either”. For as long as you’ve known him, he had always been mild-mannered, not easy to enrage. And if he ever did have those moments, they had been few and far between on the field.
Resting his other hand on your thigh, he began kneading the skin for comfort. “random person ended up approaching me at a party talking about my performance in the game then mentioned you, that’s it”
You were curious but you wouldn’t even bother asking Cameron what the guy said. He wouldn’t budge if it was something disrespectful. Seeing his mood shift, he averted his gaze and went quiet. To prevent him from falling into the same pattern of overthinking, you attempted to nudge him. Softening your voice to ask, “is it the game…?”, you started wondering if you could’ve been the cause. “Or me…?”
At the sound of your tone, Cameron raised his head, spotting a glint of worry behind your eyes. Shaking his head, he encompassed your waist. “It’s not you I just— I should’ve done better… the amount of mistakes I made…”. His mind veered off, replaying each one in full detail.
Drifting your hand to his abdomen, you soothingly rubbed along the planes on his stomach. “How many?”
“Three…” he looked down at his hand, avoiding your gaze again.
You shook your head at his answer. “You push yourself way too hard”. Cupping his jaw to tip his face up, you rubbed circles into his skin, continuing to speak. “Making a few mistakes in one game doesn’t reflect on your value as a player. I’d be a tad concerned if you never made any mistakes at all”.
Staring at you with a smitten gaze, he cracked a smile. “How do you do that hm?”
Spotting the playful glimmer in his eyes, you raised a brow. “Do what?”
“Always saying the right stuff. No matter the situation, you always do that… how?”
You shrug, “I have my moments, I don’t know”, ending your response with a smile.
Cameron laughed, shifting the ice pack off his hand to wrap both his arms around you. Pulling you in for a hug, he muttered into your neck, “thank you”.
Flush against him now, your arms circled his neck. “You’re welcome”.
His hands trailed up your spine, running along the fabric of your shirt. This one had his number engraved on both sides. “I like the pajamas by the way, you look good”. He couldn’t see the vindicated smile that had formed on your face, but he felt the vibration from your laugh.
“Thank you, I like them too”.
Cameron realized out of all the evenings he spent with you, not once has he seen you wear it for sleep. “Had no idea you wore the merch to bed. I bet you do this shit a lot don’t you?”
“Don’t get cocky!” You both laughed after you spoke. After a small pause, you reluctantly admitted, “but yes... maybe”. Knowing there was a minuscule chance you’d regret telling him the reason, you did so anyway. “Makes me feel close to you… and it really is just comfortable honestly”.
Warmth filling his chest now, Cameron leaned back to get a look at you with a heavy glaze of affection in his eyes. Wetting his lips, he asked, “you missed me…?”
Holding back tears at the expression he wore, you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. Adjusting your place in his lap to get even closer, you whispered, “Talking to you, watching you play, all of it…”. Cameron pressed a kiss to your cheek, moving his hands down to massage your thighs. You did the same, peppering kisses across his jaw before placing a light one on his mouth. As soon as you pulled back, he followed, reconnecting your lips.
Feeling his hands drift up to your ass, you moaned when his length grazed the fabric of your shorts. Pulsing around nothing, a dull ache set in your core. You deepened the kiss, bringing one hand over to rest on his cheek. Cameron groaned, twitching underneath you as a sharp pang of thirst hit his stomach. Spurred on now, you rolled your hips, grounding against his dick at a gradual pace. Parting for air, you continued your movements, watching his reaction with every motion.
The sight was enough to send your mind reeling. Eyes hanging low and mouth parted, Cameron guided you back and forth. Slipping your hand down to his neck, you tip his jaw up slightly, tracing your thumb across the skin. The two of you exchanging soft breaths while staring, a whimper spilled out of you when one particular circle caused him to nudge your clit. Despite the boundaries of the fabric being thin, it was still too much.
Momentarily disconnecting from him to pull your shirt off, Cameron’s breath hitched. Eyes dropping to your breast, he squeezed your hips, mumbling in a hushed tone, “so beautiful”. You circled his shoulders again, leaning in flush against him now. He lapped at the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking and nipping to form a love bite. Mouth falling open to let a moan out, your movement faltered. Your nails raked along his skin as he traveled up to your jaw, inching towards your lips.
Cameron trailed his hands back down to your ass, finding a steady flow grinding you back and forth. The friction paired with the glide of his tongue began to cause your arousal to seep through the material. Dropping one of your arms to grasp his bicep, you clung to him as the pressure grew. He briefly parted to teasingly bite your bottom lip before reattaching. Starting to knead your flesh again, he brought out another moan from you.
Knowing he was close to the edge, Cameron halted your movements, attempting to prolong it until he no longer could. Breathing heavy, he checked, “you want to continue...?”
You nodded, responding “yes”, before involuntarily cinching your legs beside him.
“Can I taste you then…?” He already looked halfway intoxicated taking in your features. Rubbing smooth circles into the skin on your waist, his voice came out in a quiet tone. “Want to make you feel good…”.
You thumb at his bottom lip, the image of his face stuffed between your legs sending a tingle through your stomach. Nodding again, you moved out of his lap to lay down. He settled on top of you in between your legs, planting lingering kisses on your neck. Grasping his arms, your mouth parted when he sucked on your breast. Cameron flicked his tongue over your nipple, gently swirling the bud in between his teeth before drawing his attention to next, giving it the same love. Treading lower now, he showered your stomach with pecks until reaching the waistband of your shorts. His eyes were glued as he slowly dragged them off your legs.
Wetting his lips at the sight, he parted your thighs. Lying on the bed now, he drew his gaze up your body, leaving open mouthed kisses on each leg. Rubbing his forearms circled around your flesh, you met his eyes with a soft smile. Any sort of constraint he had flew out the window when he tasted you. Licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit, he rolls his tongue around it. You drop one hand in the sheets, bracing yourself after seeing the switch behind his pupils.
Dipping back down to stuff you, Cameron’s nose nudged your clit with every curl of his tongue. Setting a steady rhythm, his groan reverberated through your body. Chest rising and falling, you squeezed his arm, breathing out a quiet, “fuck”. He watched your reactions closely, noting the involuntary twitch in your thighs when he lapped at your bud. The way your bottom lip quivered before you bit it.
Your head lolled back into the pillows when he tightened his hold, pushing your thighs flush against him. Alternating between slow and fast movements, he gathered your arousal with every stroke. Back arching now, you twisted your hand in the sheets, attempting to roll your hips in tandem. The pressure in your stomach growing immensely, you released a shaky moan, shutting your eyes. Cameron flattened his tongue on your clit, motioning his head side to side before increasing the pace.
Relentless in his pursuit to make you orgasm, he latched onto your bud, rapidly flicking his tongue around it. Reaching a hand up to simultaneously massage your breast, he rolled each nipple between his thumb and index finger before palming one. Bringing your hand out of the sheets, you clung to him, digging your nails into his arm. Brows furrowing, you plead, “d- don’t stop”. Cameron was aching, desperate for relief as he twitched in his sweats. The friction from the covers only made it worse.
With another stimulating flick of his tongue triggering your orgasm, your thighs trembled around his head. Emitting a loud moan, you writhed under him while he continued. He smothered himself, delving in between your folds to catch all of your juices. Through the aftershocks of pleasure, the vibration from his groan caused you to peer down. The sight made your stomach tense again, sending a tremor up your spine. Mouth moving slowly now, his eyes were closed to fully savor everything you gave him. Squeezing his arms, you uttered, “Cam- “.
Cameron opened his eyes, the sound of your voice catching his attention. He massaged each breast again before grabbing your hip. Reluctantly detaching, he lifted himself up from his position. Palming your thighs, his voice held a rasp. “Too much?” Still in a dazed state, you were silent for a second as you looked at him. Everything about him was enough to send a spiral through your core but seeing him look so sated with half his face covered in your slick was an entirely different experience.
Needy for more, you shook your head no, reaching out for him. Eager to close the distance, he settled on top of you, melding your lips together. Tasting yourself on his tongue sent another whirl of heat through your stomach. Trailing your nails along his back, you parted to breathe out, “lay down”. He listened, rolling off to lay next to you. Cameron watched you kneel next to him, dipping your finger in the waistband of his sweats. “Can I…?” Immediately nodding in response, his heart raced at the thought.
You had already assumed he must’ve been well endowed from a few glimpses of his print, yet you still weren’t prepared when you tugged on his pants. Cameron saw the gears turning in your head. Your thighs shifted for relief when he came into view. Lengthy with a slight curve, good girth, and a few prominent veins throbbing when he twitched. Throwing your leg over his waist to straddle him now, you sat on his lap, placing your hands on his chest. He grasped your hips, letting out a harsh breath as you glide his dick in between your folds. After taking a minute to admire how he looked, you sealed your lips over his, continuing the back and forth motion.
Breathing out against his lips, “you want to feel what you do to me?”, Cameron twitched, feeling a bead of precum dribble out onto his abdomen.
Begging with his eyes, he murmured a low, “please”.
Running your hand up his neck to cup his jaw, you tilted his head, pressing a line of kisses on his cheek. Once you reached his ear you sweetened your tone. “Please what…?” You released a quiet moan when he unintentionally caused his tip to graze your clit from a desperate jerk of his hips.
Applying more pressure to your waist, it took everything in him not to buck his hips in sync. “Please let me feel you…”. He tilted his head in your direction, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Please…”.
Turning your head to connect your lips, the kiss quickly deepened. Lifting your hips to leave enough space, you nipped at his bottom lip, voicing, “go ahead”. Cameron took your cue, reaching underneath your thigh to line himself up with your entrance. Beginning to gradually descend, you kept your gaze focused on his face to distract yourself from the increasing stretch. Lips parted in awe with his eyes zoned in on yours, he was officially gone. You blinked a few times, clenching around his dick after he fully bottomed out. Though the pressure was there, your arousal had soothed the feeling. Doing an experimental roll to test the pain, all you were met with was pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.
Unable to hold in a throaty groan, his hands wandered down to your ass then your thighs, gripping on for some sort of stability. Eyes threatening to roll back, he shut them. It was too much. The warmth and wetness coming from your walls… how perfect you looked in this position… then you started to move. Raising till just his tip was left inside, you came back down in one motion. Feeling you trail your hand over towards his cheek, Cameron heard you moan out, “look at me”. He listened, grunting when you repeated the action.
Both of your hands gravitating down to his chest, you start a steady rocking motion. Fluttering around his length, you moan, “Keep them just like that”. His eyes appearing even more hooded at this angle, he maintained heavy eye contact, watching you gyrate on him. “Can u do something for me baby?” Your voice was breathless, trying to contain how close you were already.
Cameron nodded, “anything”.
“Tell me when you’re close”. You did one last roll of your hips, planting your hands towards his shoulders. Digging your knees firmly into the bed, you repeatedly bounced up and down, gaining extra traction with his guidance. Watching as he struggled keeping his eyes open now, your lips quivered when he skimmed your g-spot. His breath was staggered, each slip back down sending a ripple of arousal traveling through his body. Pulsating at the feeling, you whimper, “F-fuck, Cam”. The vulgar wet noise increasing with every impale only spurred you on.
His gaze drifted lower, zoning in on your arousal pooling at the base of his dick. Hoarsely stuttering, “I-I’m close baby”, Cameron pulled you in flush against him. Firmly curling one arm around your waist, he gripped the back of your thigh with his free hand. Your head dropped to his shoulder, a high pitched moan tumbling out at the skin to skin contact. Continuing to guide your hips in a rocking motion, he kept your body locked in place, beginning to thrust upward, meeting you each time you sunk back down.
Chiming against his ear, “hold it”, your stomach thrummed as the knot tightened, threatening to come undone with every angled thrust. Vision slipping and the noises becoming uncontrollable now, you clawed down his abdomen. He flexed under your touch, speeding up the pace.
Everything felt too good. Your breasts swaying on his chest… your uneven pants for air flowing out directly into his ear drum… the rhythmic pattern of your pulses… everything. Through the influx of sensation, Cameron twitched, mumbling something incoherent in response. Sounding like a mixture of a groan and a plea, he repeated himself. “I can’t—”, exhaling with a grunt.
Voice trembling with your unsteady breath, you moan, “You said you’d do anything…”
Upon hearing your tone, Cameron quickly jumbled off, “I will, f-fuck I will, you know that”.
Whimpering, “show me”, that was all Cameron needed. He caught you off guard, snapping his hips up at an alarming speed now. Desperately grasping onto his arm, your body shook. Before your impending orgasm completely took over, you managed to stutter, “you can—, o-oh fuck, you can cum Cam! You can cum baby!”
As his entire body tensed, he was able to murmur a quiet, “thank you”, finishing with a hoarse groan. The sudden feeling of your palm resting on his cheek paired with one more drag of your hips made him swell. Nothing measured up to the way you felt wrapped around him. You clamped down hard, warmth oozing from your core and treading throughout your body, you closed your eyes. Shuddering, he coated your walls, prolonging your orgasm. You two came back down after several moments of listening to the quick thrum of your heartbeats. Starting to rub soft circles onto your skin, he kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”
Emitting a sigh of content, you hum, “like I could run ten laps. Of course, not physically right now but internally? Yeah”. Snickering when his laugh vibrated against your body, you lifted your head. “What about you hm?”
“Feel the exact same”. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips before resting your head back on his shoulder.
After cleaning up and getting comfortable under the covers now, you draped your leg over his hip. You focused on his chest, eyes absentmindedly following the movement of your finger trailing side to side. With his head slightly tilted down to see you clearly, Cameron was staring. He held onto your thigh, pondering over the proper way to make things official. Assuming that was already clear and asking outright at the moment both seemed too casual for options but he needed you to know he was serious. Breaking the silence, he blurted, “Can I take you out on a date today?” Heart rate speeding up when you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze, he cleared his throat, adding “in the evening I mean. For dinner if you’re free…?”
Lips curling into a smile, you noticed the thread of nervousness in his voice. Refraining from making a joke, you simply nodded, “and where will we be going?”
“I have a new place in mind. I promise you’ll like it though”.
“Oh, I see…”, you squinted, humming in response. “You must be trying to surprise me if that’s all the info I get”.
“I am”. He chuckled, “don’t expect me to tell you, it’s not going to work!”
You were well versed in pulling information out of him. “I won’t pry, I swear!” Despite his words, it would be extremely easy to get it out of him if you persisted. Deciding against doing so, you’d let him have this one and simmer in your curiosity until later. Your face subtly began to morph into concern when you spotted his eye bags. Making sure you were seeing properly, you tipped his chin downward, getting a closer look. “Have you been sleeping…?”
He hesitated before voicing, “Yeah”.
“Cam…”
His eyes briefly glanced away. “I have… not well but I have”. Seeing a small frown develop now, he tried to offset the mood with a laugh. “What? How bad do they look?!”
“It’s not that they look bad, I just— “, you paused, moving your hand back down to his chest. “I didn’t think you’d be losing sleep”.
“Shit I already knew when I left that night. Was gonna call you out of reflex so many times but I was really trying to give you space”. Breaking into a fit of laughter, you leaned against him, hiding your face. He began laughing with you, confused at your reaction. “What?”
After your laugh died down, you moved back, admitting, “I was too. I almost caved on like the third day, but I figured you wouldn’t feel like talking and I didn’t know what to say…”
“So, we went two weeks…” Briefly exchanging a similar look when the realization set in that the misery was mutual, you both immediately broke into a fit of laughter. “That can never happen again. Everything felt off during that time”.
Cameron chuckled when you extended your pinky. “Promise me right now that if we ever find ourselves no contact again, one of us will break the ice if it reaches three days”.
“I’m never letting that happen again but— “, he connected your pinkies, “I promise”. You leaned in, pressing a kiss on them to seal the deal. He did the same, muttering, “just for good measure”, before giving your lips a peck. Smiling against his mouth, you gave him another. Then one more until he caressed your cheek, pulling you closer.
Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated!
Hii can you do a ledger ward smut where he fucks you in like the back of his truck like as avalentines day thing ((beven though its not valentines)) ans likw yall fuck in like the trunk of it and likes size kink & daddy kink tyy
Heyyy, thank you for the request !!
Ouuu this is a cute idea, ofc! It’ll just be an unofficial late valentines post since I never did one LOL. Size kink, absolutely ! Though I will let you know now I’ll *try* my best with the daddy kink so that aspect mighttt just be a sprinkled in
- Also: currently want to let y’all know the fic I’m actively finishing rn is the longest and angstiest one (w smut ofc) I’ve done thus far and will be posted veryyy soon once I proofread it ! The drama is maxxed out in this one so for those of you who prefer a lot of angst + fluff, I think this is up your alley 🙂↕️
Synopsis: after date night had to be rescheduled, you two enjoy a quiet evening together but when wine is involved, all inhibitions are lost!
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: soft!dom Ledger, fluff, “baby” used as a term of endearment, he’s a sweetheart, dirty talk, praise, plenty of kissing, dry humping, reader has a birthmark, unprotected piv, creampie, couple instances of spanking, hickeys, alcohol consumption (wine), cowgirl, missionary, only proofread once!
WC: 4.0k
A/N: Ross and Rachel arguing about who came onto who first definitely crossed my mind at some point during this LOL
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy <3 !
Your eyes drifted to the clock. 9:32 pm. Ledger was about 12 minutes past his eta now. Before you could pick up your phone to call, you heard the familiar sound of his truck pulling into the driveway. Rolling off the couch you made a beeline for the door, opening it to see him walking up with bags of groceries in both hands. You silently watched with a soft smile, waiting for him to explain. When he met your eyes he gave you the same expression, shaking his head as he began his declaration. “I’m sorry, I know I’m late!”
You moved to let him past, absentmindedly shutting the door before following him to the kitchen. Once he set the bags down, he made his way over to you. Circling your waist to pull you close, he dipped down, placing a lingering kiss on your lips. Leaning into his touch, your hands trailed along his chest. Giving your hip a reassuring squeeze, he parted. “To make up for having to reschedule tonight, I figured we can still have one here”.
Ledger informed you sometime in the morning that your date night would have to be rescheduled due to a bar emergency. You understood, assuring him that it was fine. And although that was the truth, you missed him during that period. He ended up spending majority of his time—during his day off—at work. It wasn’t often that you two got to spend one day together, even on weekends.
Intrigued, an amused smile came across your features. Raising a brow, you questioned, “oh…? And I assume that’s what the groceries are for?” Your gaze briefly shifted to the bags located behind him before focusing back to see a wide grin forming on his face.
“There’s two more things in the truck”. Ledger left another peck on your lips, urging, “stay right here”, before heading back outside. You listened for about five seconds before your curiosity sparked. Just as you began wandering over to peek into the groceries, you swiftly turned around upon hearing him step into the house. When he rounded the corner, a warm smile formed on your face at the sight. Feeling heat creep up your neck, you glanced down to the products he held. A bottle of your favorite wine and a large bouquet of flowers from the local florist.
Ledger studied your initial reaction, chest warming upon seeing the familiar sparkle in your eyes. Bringing you flowers was nothing new, yet every time he did you adorned the same expression. “For you”, he gestured, handing them over as a small laugh escaped you at the size. You breathed in the scent, expressing your appreciation while you did.
“Thank you. I love them!” Giving him a grin, you turned, setting them down on the counter. Ledger came up behind you, setting the bottle right next to the flowers before snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you back.
Pressing you flush against his body, he mumbled, “you’re welcome”. Shifting his head now, he murmured next to your ear, “and I’m cooking your favorite tonight”.
Settling into his touch, you gently traced along his forearm, resting your head against his chest. Your eyes floated over to the wine, a feeling of anticipation beginning to stir. It never took long for things to get explicit when alcohol was in the equation. Gnawing on your bottom lip for a moment, you pointed out, “I can’t finish the bottle by myself…”. Turning to face him now, you teasingly trailed your hand up his neck. Swiping your thumb across his jaw, you suggestively asked, “you’ll help me, right baby…?”.
Lips curling into a faint smirk, Ledger gave your hip a squeeze, responding, “of course”. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving to put some of the items in the fridge. Nodding in the direction of the bathroom once he was done, he began unbuckling his belt. “You want to join me in the shower?”
“As much as I’d love to…”, you started, briefly pausing as your eyes trailed down to his waist, following the movement. “I took mine right before you came home”.
“that’s alright…”, he said before removing his shirt, slinging it over his shoulder. Giving you one last look up and down, Ledger smirked. “I’ll make sure we can take one together later”.
……….
Nearing the end of dinner now with the wine rapidly decreasing, you had merely suggested that Ledger would lose if you two were to compete and see how long you could hold out before giving in. He swiftly responded with laughter to your claim.
“Why are you laughing? I’m serious!” Feeling the familiar tingle of warmth begin to spread across your body, laughter bubbled out of you in response to his reaction. You had been in the middle of your meal and two glasses in when the thought had come to your mind before mentioning it.
Through his chuckling, he questioned, “you really believe that?”
“Yes, I do! Cmon baby, we both know you’ll break first…”. Keenly studying his face now, you teasingly brushed your foot along his calf under the table. “And we both know it won’t take that long…”. With the buzz from the wine gradually traveling down to your core, you tilted your head, analyzing his body language. Staring at you through dilated pupils, he wet his lips.
“You sure about that…?”
An impish smile gradually forming on your face, you nodded, taking another sip of wine. “What… you don’t think so?”
He tilted his head in the same manner, sending you an amused smirk. “You know how you get”
Raising a brow, you crossed your legs, playfully challenging, “enlighten me”.
He grinned, coaxing, “Come here then”. You hesitated, shifting your gaze in between his eyes. “You said you want to be enlightened baby, come here”. Noting your apprehension, he circled a hand around the chair of your leg, scooting you close. He rested his hand on your knee, leaning in to speak against the shell of your ear. “If I’m correct, you started clenching your thighs after one glass right…?”
When his familiar enticing scent wafted in your direction, you took a deep inhale, feeling the coil of anticipation sink into your core. You fought the urge to move as he ran his hand up, stopping mid-thigh to gently massage your flesh. “Can’t stop thinking about it, can you…?”
Caressing his forearm now, you shifted your face back, faintly brushing your nose along his in the process. You softened your tone, quietly voicing, “can’t help it…”. Eyes lingering on his parted lips for a moment, you gently raked your nails up his arm, moving to whisper in his ear. “Neither can you, hm?” Throbbing uncomfortably in his sweat pants once your voice echoed in his mind, he leaned back in his seat, drinking in the expression that settled on your face.
“The rules…?”, he inquired, tilting his head to add, “need to know what the boundaries are first”. Heat creeping up your neck under his penetrating gaze, you stood up, scooting the seat back to place yourself right in front of him. Making space for you to shuffle closer, he grasped the back of your thighs, gradually massaging his way up. Savoring the cozy sensation simmering throughout your body, you pondered for a moment.
Roaming your hands over his shoulders now, you stated, “we’re allowed to touch—”, pausing when he started caressing your ass. Peering down at him with a coy smile, you clarified, “nothing explicit! But whoever initiates a kiss first loses. Sound fair?”.
Ledger had already decided to partake when it was simply a thought you had voiced, but what fun would it be to admit that when he could tease. “Think I need some convincing baby…”
Tracing your thumb along his jaw now, you sweetened your voice, “Please…?” Humming into his ear, “for me…?” You then placed a kiss on his cheek to seal the deal.
“Think I need more than that before I consider playing…”.
You jokingly pushed at his chest, mumbling out, “you’re irritating!”, before preparing to step out of his grasp. Laughter bubbled out of you when he tightened his grip, chuckling at your response.
“Wait I’m kidding! I want to do it, I promise!”
Happy at the sound of that, you smiled, grasping both his arms, “C’mon then”. Urging him to stand up now, you pulled him in the direction of the living room. “We can watch a movie”.
………..
Settling into the couch now, you draped your legs across his lap, holding eye contact while you took your last sip of wine. Once you set the glass down, an idea flashed through your mind, causing you to abruptly announce, “I’ll be right back”. Ledger gave you a questionable look, watching in amusement as you clumsily walked toward the bedroom.
After what felt like several prolonged minutes searching through your dresser, you found what you were looking for. One of your satin, lace trim nightgowns that stopped mid-thigh. You changed out of your pajama pants and tank top, taking a second to admire your appearance in the mirror. A small smile spread across your features as you began analyzing the gown. Eyes focused on the bow in the center of the deep, v-cut, neck line, they dropped down, viewing the last two bows placed intricately above the small slits located at the bottom of the garment, beginning at your hips.
You were about to make your way back to the living room before remembering the second thing you came for. Swiftly shuffling back around, you quickly grabbed your favorite scent, dabbing a bit on your pulse points. From your own observation, Ledger seemed to love your natural scent regardless of what fragrance you wore but this one proved to be the most tempting. Doing one more once over in the mirror, you finally went out to join him again.
Ledger clenched his jaw when his gaze shifted in your direction. Eyes gradually roaming down your figure, he watched as you sauntered over, settling back into your position. Casually turning your attention towards the tv, you tried to ignore the dull ache forming between your legs at the feeling of his hand traveling along your calf. “You’re not playing fair baby…”
At the sound of his voice, you turned your focus on him, “when have I ever done that, hm?” You tilted your head, offering him a small smile after intentionally grazing your leg along his bulge. The subtle movement causing him to twitch, Ledger began breathing heavy, tightening his grip on your leg. Seeing he was close to breaking, you teased, “already giving in…?”
Still in a haze, he reminded himself to stay on task. Sending you a sly grin, he tapped your legs, motioning he was moving. “I’ll be right back”. You saw him retreat into the bed room before emerging after a couple minutes. The sight caused your heart to race. He had taken off his undershirt and sweats, leaving just his boxers riding dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes briefly lingered on his v line, trailing over to his erection and his happy trail before he took his position on the couch again. Thoroughly forgetting about the movie, you continued to brazenly study his body.
Heat pooled in your core as your gaze drifted down his arm. He knew exactly what his tattoo did to you… clearly, he wasn’t playing fair either. You quietly mumbled, “Ledger…”, catching his attention. He hummed, immediately shifting his head to peer down at you laying in the cushion. “I need another hug baby… I’m cold”.
Repositioning himself to lay in between your legs, he was flush against your body now. You wrapped your arms around his back, tenderly raking your nails along his skin while he rested his head on your breasts. Keeping one arm firmly placed underneath you, he grasped your thigh, slinging your leg over his hip to nestle closer. Ledger paused, squeezing your waist as your fragrance traveled to his nose, drawing him in. You continued the soft motions with your hands, releasing a small, content sigh when you realized your techniques worked.
Lifting his head, Ledger peered down at you through hooded eyes. Tempted through the needy look on your face, his gaze fell to your lips. Deciding to forget about the rules, he leaned in, pressing a light kiss on them before resting his forehead on yours. With a new wave of arousal swirling through your body now, you reconnected, whimpering into his mouth as it grew heated. Gown riding up to your stomach, you cinched your legs, drawing a groan from him when his heavy length rubbed against your folds.
He smoothed his hand up your thigh, kneading the soft tissue while every teasing roll of his hips nudged your clit through the thin lace. You moaned, clutching onto him as each grind caused more warmth to settle in your core. Shifting his head, he deepened the kiss swallowing each small moan you emitted. Beginning to feel lightheaded, you reluctantly parted, softly panting against his lips. Gently cupping your jaw now, Ledger slightly tipped your head to the side, murmuring into your ear, “how do you want me to take care of you tonight, hm…? You want me to fuck you right here or spread you out on the bed?”
Whispering out, “right here”, a tremor ran up your spine at the thought of both options. “We can move to the bedroom later”. Smiling at the sound of that, he grazed his thumb along your cheek. Drawing your face back into view now, he leaned back down for a kiss. Bringing your hand around to trail along his abdomen, a moan slipped out as he nipped at your bottom lip. Growing impatient, you fumbled with the seam of his boxers. Ledger abruptly parted to remove your underwear, dragging the fabric off your legs at an agonizing pace. He then stood to pull his down before you grasped his wrist.
Coming into a kneeling position, you began tugging his boxers down. He absentmindedly caressed your cheek, twitching at the sight as you peered up at him through your lashes. Gaze dropping to his dick, you gave him a light stroke, swirling the bead of precum around his tip before bringing your attention to his face. Voice laced with longing, you expressed, “l want to ride”.
Hand shifting down to your throat, Ledger tipped your chin up with his thumb. “What do you say baby…?” You clenched your legs in response, feeling your arousal seep out as you palmed his forearm now.
Shifting uncomfortably on the couch, you mumbled, “please…?” Cracking a satisfied grin at your response, Ledger took a seat, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. Circling your arms around his neck, you lifted your hips, letting him align with your entrance before gradually lowering. Simultaneously letting out a noise of pleasure, you dropped your head to his shoulder, pausing to take a breath. You were only halfway down when the twinge from being stretched set in.
Ledger tenderly ran his hands up and down your thighs, bringing one arm up to wrap around your waist, holding you steady. Feeling him place a kiss on your shoulder, you heard his muffled voice ring out, “take your time”. You raised your head, seeking out his lips to soothe the stretch while you continued descending. Hand drifting inward, he rubbed gentle circles on your clit, groaning into your mouth once he was completely inside.
You disconnected, a broken moan slipping out when the pleasure fully rooted deep in your core. Immediately drawing his focus to your jaw, he blazed a trail of open mouthed kisses down to your neck. Releasing a shaky breath, you started a slow pace, biting your bottom lip as you found a steady rhythm. He grunted, palming your ass to help guide you up and down. Stuttering out, “f-fuck”, you canted your hips, coating his length with your arousal.
A loud smack resonated throughout the room when he landed a slap on your ass. The lingering sting spreading a buzz straight through your stomach, you clawed at his shoulder. Spurred on now, you increased your pace, chasing that familiar sensation bubbling under the surface. “Just like that”, he praised, striking the other cheek before massaging the flesh. You moaned, hips faltering a bit as your thighs trembled. “Let me see your pretty face baby, look at me”.
Mouth parted, you listened, shifting your face into frame. Hand flying down to his chest, another tremor ran through your body once he came into your line of sight. Eyes hooded beyond belief and lips swollen, he twitched. Taking in your hazy expression, the state of your hair, and the small, visible love bite beginning to form on your neck, Ledger groaned out, “fuck… you were right”, pausing to let the sound of your whimper hit his ear. “I can’t help it…”, voice breaking into a rasp, “not when you look this perfect”.
Brows furrowing, you struggled to keep your gaze focused. Heart racing at the low tone of his voice, the dizzying feeling in your stomach grew intense. Breath hitching, you began to vocalize, “I’m clo—”, before the peak of your orgasm caught you off guard. Ledger grasped your hips, grinding you back and forth to stimulate your clit, prolonging your climax. He tensed, throbbing as you quivered around him in intervals.
Nuzzling in his neck again, you dug your nails into his abdomen, riding out the wave that traveled throughout your body. Willing himself to hold out until he gave you one more, Ledger clutched your hips, bunching the fabric of your nightgown in his hands. After your breathing evened out, you kissed his shoulder, nipping at the skin with your teeth before going over it with your tongue. He clenched his jaw, cautioning, “baby…” as the pit in his stomach twisted.
Purring in his ear, “It’s only fair I give you one too”, you ran your hand up his chest. “I’m ready to go to the bedroom now…”. Ledger stood, holding you in his tight grasp as he ventured off in that direction. Once he reached the foot of the bed, he carefully pulled out, dropping you onto the plush comforter. Maintaining eye contact, you sensually dragged the thin straps off your shoulders before removing your pajamas entirely, throwing the material off somewhere to the side. You never got tired of seeing his face when you were fully exposed, vulnerable, and comfortable in a way that only he could get you.
Kneeling over you now, Ledger grasped your ankles, kissing each one. He trailed his hands up your calf to part your legs a bit more, pausing once he reached your knees. With his gaze following every movement, he paused, fixating on your right thigh. Rubbing tender circles into the skin, he tilted his head, mumbling as he stared, “I love every mark on your body… each one… but this one right here?” Skimming his thumb across the flesh, he sucked in a harsh breath, adding, “this is my favorite…”.
Briefly lowering your eyes to peer at the small birthmark in contrast with his hand, you looked back up. You felt heat rising up your neck as he fixed his view back on your face. Squeezing his wrist out of need, you grabbed his waist, pulling him in. He groaned into the kiss, hiking your legs around his hips. Moaning as his dick glided along your puffy lips, you detached with a string of saliva to utter, “stick it in”.
He rose, grabbing a pillow next to you as he instructed, “lift your hips”. You listened, raising them so he could place it underneath the small of your back before guiding his length up and down your folds. Slipping in after slapping it on your clit a few times, Ledger shuddered, grasping the underside of your thighs while he watched. “Look how well you take me baby”. You were blissed out at this point, mouth parted just staring at him. The way his biceps flared… how his abdomen flexed with each languid thrust… his focused expression.
Eyes eventually wandering down to where you were joined, you Involuntarily clenched down hard at the sight. The base of his dick was visibly covered with your fluid, beginning to form a creamy ring. Biting your lip to stifle a loud moan, you braced yourself, balling the sheets in your hands. “Don’t get all quiet on me now”. Bending your thighs up a bit more, he muttered, “let me hear how good I make you feel”. The new angle causing him to penetrate deeper, your stomach tensed.
“Oh f-fuck!” A shaky moan passing your lips, another sharp pang of pleasure spiraled up your core. Feeling himself throb underneath your flutters, Ledger increased the speed of his strokes. The obscene wet squelching noise accumulating from each plunge against your walls echoed throughout the room. He watched the way your breast bounced in sync before dropping his gaze again. Your juices had started dribbling onto his skin, creating lingering threads on his abdomen with every slap of his skin.
Twitching at the view, he squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs. “Can’t help but make a mess, can you baby?” Moaning when the raw pitch of his voice rung out, you shook your head. Seeing your eyes begin to drift shut, he cupped your jaw, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip to focus your attention. “Feel so fucking good”. Desperately clinging onto his forearm while your other hand twisted in the sheets, the coil in your stomach tightened. Breath stuttering, your vision blurred.
Quickly losing any thread of restraint he had, Ledger groaned. Swiping his thumb along your jaw, he gripped your wrist, pinning your hand in the sheets. Leaning down to be flush against your body, he fisted his other hand above your head before interlocking your fingers. Immediately embracing him, you clung to his back. Mumbling into your ear, “where do you want me?”, his lips ghosted your cheek.
Locking your legs around him, you whimpered, “inside”. Brows furrowing when you felt his veins become more pronounced, a hushed, breathy, “fuck”, escaped you. Knowing how to send him over the edge, you started sweet talking. “Love feeling you cum… hearing that strain in your voice—”, partially losing your train of thought when he twitched again and his thrusts grew shallow. Eyes snapping shut now, you quivered, “w-when you’re close”. The low, throaty groan he released on instinct caused your orgasm to spark, sending an entire ripple through your body. Following you, his hips stuttered before ropes of cum spilled out.
Writhing underneath him, you dug your fingers into his hand. He slowed his movements, breathing heavily as continued pulsating around his dick. After settling enough to open your eyes, a smile spread on your face when he placed a kiss on your cheek. Once you gave him the signal tap that you were good, he started, “so…”. Coming into your frame of view now, he finished, “this means we can take a shower together now, right…?”
You looked at him for a few seconds before laughing. Nodding at his request, you confirmed, “yes”. Thought coming to mind last minute, you added, “however, on one condition”. Nodding, he waited to hear it. “Admit you lost”, you said, finishing with a smile.
He immediately chuckled, “I’m not a liar baby!” Ledger shook his head, clarifying, “you gave in as soon as you went to go change so technically… you lost!”
Laughing upon hearing that, you corrected, “that’s not the rules! You know you gave in first Ledger!”
“You made up ‘the rules’ on the spot!” Pausing when he pointed that out, you let out a playful, dramatic sigh.
“Ok, fine. How about we both agree we lost??”
Shaking his head in agreement, there was a shred of mischief in his eyes when he went in to press a kiss on your lips to seal the deal. As soon as he parted, he gave you a few seconds to register his words, grinning ear to ear while uttering, “sounds like something a sore loser would say”, before he abruptly started tickling you.
Masterlist
Also happy Cinco de Mayo, hope you all enjoy ur day!
Synopsis: Neither of you guessed the outcome of your date would involve the truth being laid out on the table after several years…
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: roman mentioned, soft!dom Ledger, brief alcohol mention, bar environment, hidden feelings, yearning + pining (mutual but Ledger is down BAD), slight toxicity undertones, dry humping, smut, raw, unprotected piv, creampie, slight angst if you squint, oral (f!receiving), fingering, missionary, dirty talk, love confession, slight fluff, overstimulation, proofread once!
WC: 4.8k
A/N: Of coursee the title is a nod to Victoria Monet’s song "F.U.C.K" lol. It was interesting to write about a different dynamic and character this time, hope I’ve done it justice!
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! <3
One night. It only took one, slightly drunken night out of a four year friendship for the lines to blur into uncharted territory. Then it turned into a few more until you two had slipped into a comfortable routine. You’d call and he’d show up. Neither of you addressed the fact that it was past the point of just being sex with no feelings involved. It was never just sex.
Trailing back into his bedroom after a warm shower, you made your way over to his closet. After the first few times it happened, Ledger suggested keeping some clothes at his place. Though it was proving to be convenient, you never objected to leaving in his clothes beforehand. In hindsight, the opportunity to casually lounge in his scent when he wasn’t around filled you with comfort.
Sitting up against the headboard, Ledger watched you get dressed from the bed. His gaze casually roamed down your body before he spoke. “You free this Saturday?”
Turning to face him now, you slipped your shirt on, responding, “depends, what time?”
“After my night shift. We can get breakfast in the morning”. Shortly after your arrangement began, Ledger started coming up with ways to get you to stay. Going out for breakfast or lunch easily became a part of the routine as well.
Making your way over to him, you hummed in thought before saying, “I’m tempted”. Once you kneeled right next to him on the bed, he absentmindedly reached for your thigh. You soothingly trail your hand up and down his forearm, adding, “I have a date right before you get off though, so I’ll let you know, ok?”
Unsure he heard correctly, a brief look of confusion flashed across his features. Repeating your words, he slowly questioned, “A date…?”
“A double date actually. I must have forgotten to mention it to you”. As you spoke Ledgers gaze was focused on your face, trying to decipher if you were joking or not. Unable to spot any jest, he tried to ignore the unsettling feeling stirring in his chest.
Calmly speaking, “with who…?”, he gave your thigh a light squeeze. The thought of you being with anyone else, let alone on a date with a stranger, made him weary.
“One of my friends. She’s been seeing this guy for a few weeks now and she thought it’d fun to set me up with one of his friends. I don’t know which one”.
Blinking for a moment, the realization set in that there was a possibility you could end up liking him enough to give him another chance. Maybe loving him if things go well... “And you agreed?”
“Yeah, I mean I figure why not? I’ve never been on a blind date, I think it’ll be fun”. Slightly confused with the sudden shift in energy, you couldn’t make sense of the unreadable emotion in his stare.
He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact for a second before returning his gaze. “You’re being serious right now…?”
Affirming, “Yes, I’m being serious…”, you paused, taking in his expression. You were almost certain there was a hint of hurt behind his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, you softened your tone. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”.
Urging him to speak, “Ledger…”, you tilted your head. After spending enough time together, you knew his cues.
“I didn’t know you were dating, that’s all”.
“I’m not ‘dating’ anyone right now, I’m just going on one date”.
“And you’d be cool with me going on dates…?”
Taking another pause, the thought caused a twinge of discomfort, but you brushed it off. “You’re single aren’t you…? Why would I have a problem with that…?”
He stared blankly for a moment, just analyzing your response until cracking a small knowing grin. “You didn’t answer the question”.
Reluctantly, you answered, “yes, I’d be perfectly fine with you going on dates”, disregarding the pit churning in your stomach from the mere notion of him being with anyone else but you.
“Ok then. Good to know”.
That following Friday, Ledger barely spoke to you. It was completely lost on you why this was suddenly an issue. Both of you agreed in the beginning that nothing would change with your friendship. Things would remain the same. Up until this point, you were under the impression there were no feelings involved. At least on his part.
Ledger was keeping busy to stay distracted. To stop the spiraling in his mind after that conversation but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. Somewhere along the way, things shifted for him. Well before sex was in the equation actually. He was lying to you now, guilt eating away at him the more he led you to believe everything was just casual. Any platonic feeling had long vanished, gradually turning into something he thought would wear off. The risk of losing you now if he was honest far outweighed the truth.
Saturday night
Roman’s voice cut through the atmosphere as he caught Ledgers attention. Once he looked over at him, Roman nodded in the direction of the door.
Finishing up a refill, he passed it off to the customer before quickly glancing up. It was you. Heart skipping a beat, you spared him a brief look, swiftly breaking eye contact while making your way through the bar. Ledger clenched his jaw, zoning in on your date. You had urged them to go to another bar but to no avail, this was their “favorite” one.
He watched as you trailed over to the pool table, conversing with your friend along the way. Feeling his stare, your heart raced with each passing step. Unable to ignore the feeling gnawing inside, you halfway listened to her ranting about the poor service at the restaurant you came from, humming in agreement. Once you reached the pool table, you excused yourself while your dates set it up for a game.
Brushing through the crowd of people to reach the bar, you stopped right in front of him. Gaze momentarily wandering down your figure, taking in your appearance, he neutrally asked, “What can I get for you?”
“Lemon drop please”. You stood there, absentmindedly tapping on the bar as you waited. An uncomfortable silence settling, you peered around the bar.
“How’s your date?”
Bringing your attention back to his face, you truthfully answered, “it’s… ok”. And it was ok. Just ok. Though there were no apparent issues, something was missing. He wasn’t Ledger.
Ears perking up at the sound of that, he prodded, “really? That’s it?” Lips curling into a slight smirk, a small wave of relief washed over him when he heard your tone.
“Yeah. He’s ok, more than ok actually but…”, you shrugged, glancing down when the thought crossed your mind. You swallowed before truthfully speaking, “…Just not for me I guess”.
Sliding the drink towards you, he spoke, “on the house”, giving you a warm smile. Softening his tone, he leaned in to add, “Let me know if you need to talk later, ok?”
Taking a small sip, you nodded. “I will. Thank yo-”
“You alright?”
Ledger glanced over at the unfamiliar voice that cut you off, shifting his gaze down to see he had circled an arm around your waist. Blinking at the gesture, his jaw tightened.
Drawing your attention to your date, you affirmed, “just grabbing a drink, let’s go”, offering a short smile before leading him away, avoiding an awkward interaction at all costs. You swiftly turned to head back to the pool table, catching a glimpse of Ledgers stoic expression at his nod of acknowledgment.
Upon hearing the sound of Roman snickering, Ledger spared him a glance, seeing a telling grin spread across his features. Shaking his head in response, he resumed tending to the bar, briefly looking in your direction as the night went on. Your eyes began to wander every time you felt his piercing stare settle on you. Around the third time you looked over, an unpleasant pit stirred in your stomach. The sight of him smiling and laughing with a group of women huddled at the bar bothered you more than you would’ve thought.
Maybe it was the drink giving you a new found boldness, but you decided to tease him a bit as a result. When your turn came around for pool, you kindly asked your date for help. “Am I holding it correctly?” In response he shuffled behind you, helping line the stick properly while he mumbled pointers. Fully tuned out to his voice and the commotion of the bar, you gradually bent into position, intentionally brushing against him.
Sparing another look, Ledger blinked at the scene unfolding in front of him, feeling a pang in his chest as you held eye contact. Completely focused on you now, a playful smile ghosted your lips before you shifted your attention. Taking a small moment to analyze the position of the cue balls, you took your shot. Once you were done you stood back up, watching as each one smoothly fell into place. You ended your turn with a modest smile. Without thinking, Ledger immediately started moving towards you.
“Damn are you sure you don’t play pool?”
As your friend exclaimed, “girl what the fuck was that?! You never told me you played like this!”, you heard your date whistle in the background.
Amused, you laughed at her statement, fondly remembering when Ledger taught you. Letting out a small laugh, you responded, “I don’t, I swear!” While it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t completely true. You don’t actively play pool, but you’ve refined the skill. The night he brought you to the bar after hours, you two stayed, simply practicing until you were satisfied with your progress. He refused to leave before you mastered your “party trick”, as you called it.
Finishing your drink now, you resumed conversation with them. You were momentarily distracted, laughing along with your friend at a joke that was cracked until a distinct voice rung out against your ear. “I need to speak with you”. Glancing up in his direction, the look in his eyes sent a faint flutter through your stomach. Briskly shifting your attention to the group, you excused yourself.
Mumbling, “I’ll be right back”, he had already snaked an arm around your waist, whisking you away towards the back. You initially thought he was stopping at the office, but he continued moving through the bar. Questioning, “where are we going?”, you received no response. When Roman briefly passed by, Ledger called his name.
“You good with closing tonight?” Peering between you two in amusement, Roman nodded in response. Confusion warped across your features as Ledger guided you out the back door. Once he reached his truck, he opened up the passenger side, instructing in a steady tone “get in”. You stood there, slightly in awe, just blankly staring as you took in his demeanor. He had never been so adamant with you before. When you didn’t move, he repeated himself. “I’m not playing, get in the truck”.
Broken out of your daze now, you began moving, stepping into the truck with his assistance. Crossing your legs, you fought the urge to smile, biting on your bottom lip as a thrill of adrenaline coursed through you. Occasionally peering over at him during the drive, your eyes wandered down his body, focusing on his arms. You clenched your thighs in anticipation, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride as your mind drifted.
Feeling your gaze on him, Ledger glanced over, resolve dropping a bit when he saw your expression. Reaching out for your hand, he brought it towards his lips, placing a lingering kiss before interlocking them in your lap. Heart swelling at the gesture, you soothingly trailed your free hand up and down his forearm. Though neither of you had spoken yet, the energy was evident.
Once he pulled into his driveway he walked over to your side, opening up the door to help you step down. Circling an arm around your waist again, he kept you close as you walked, momentarily separating to unlock the door. Having been to his place several times at this point, it was lost you why this visit felt so different as soon as you crossed the threshold.
You shuffled your heels off before walking further, stopping to stand next to his coffee table. After locking the door Ledger paused, leaning against it for a moment as he watched you, contemplating on what to say. Each of you stared at one another in compulsion, just waiting for the silence to break.
After several beats, you whispered, “you said you needed to speak to me…”
Ledger let another thread of silence pass before speaking. “Are you happy…?”
Heart rate speeding up at the sound of that, your brows furrowed as his question registered. Upon seeing your puzzled expression, he rephrased himself. “Do I make you happy?” He spoke in a steady tone but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes while he waited for your response.
“Of course I am…”. Your heart twisted at the thought of him questioning that to any degree. Adding with a quiet voice, “You always do… you know that”.
Taking a few cautious steps toward you, he pleaded, “Then tell me what you need…”. Gradually closing the distance with each word, he continued, “Tell me and I’ll be that for you, I promise”.
Feeling a small lump form in your throat from his words, you took a step back, looking down as you placed your hand on the arm of the couch for stability. “Ledger…”
Just inches away from you now, he cupped your cheek. “Give me a chance to show you how serious I am about you”. Gently tracing his thumb along your skin, he lowered his voice. “Please…”. You brought your hand up to grasp his forearm, leaning into his touch. “Let me be the only one baby… you know I’ll take care of you.” Faintly swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze dropped, lingering on your mouth for a moment. He softened his tone, adding, “always will”. Ledger stood there, the sound of his heart beat pounding against his ear drum gradually rising as he waited for you to say something. Anything.
Hesitant to immediately believe him, you scanned his face, searching for any hint of insincerity. When you saw nothing but honesty, you placed your free hand on his abdomen, trailing up towards his chest. You paused, feeling the soft thrum under your fingertips, taking note as his heart beat quickened. Shifting your focus to his lips now, you quietly urged, “come here”.
Circling an arm around your waist, he listened, dipping his head down to meet your lips. Stumbling flush against him now, you squeezed his forearm, letting out a small moan at the motion. Still unsatisfied with the level of closeness, Ledger brought his hands down, gripping the back of your thighs to pick you up with ease. It was habitual now. Even reaching a point where you no longer jumped or detached from him, he’d simply wrap you around his body.
Naturally latching onto him, you gingerly drew your nails across his shoulders, coaxing out a muffled groan. You were blissfully unaware he was walking towards the couch until feeling the fabric of his jeans brushing against your thighs. Dress riding up dangerously close to your hips, Ledger ran his hands along the exposed flesh of your thighs. Reluctantly detaching for air, your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him, a sense of familiarity washing over you. Lips parted, he stared, fully unaware his eyes conveyed the same sentiment. Clearly now.
Thursday wasn’t the first time you had seen it. Ledger would avert his gaze before you took notice, but you caught glimpses. The brief occurrences seemed to increase after you started sleeping together however you never questioned it. Not until recently.
Tenderly trailing a hand down to his bicep, you quietly asked, “how long?”, analyzing his features in the process. Giving a reassuring squeeze, you repeated yourself, “how long have you felt like this?” Ledger shifted his gaze, hesitating as the first moment flashed through his mind. Upon seeing his apprehension, your grasp on his shoulder drifted towards his neck to gently cup his jaw. “Tell me the truth”.
Unable to look away now, Ledger was quiet for another second before speaking. “You remember the night I taught you how to play pool…?” Words registering in your mind, you tentatively nodded. Your heart rate sped up once it dawned on you that happened two years ago. “And how it ended…?” You nodded again, a faint smile gracing your lips.
“After I fell asleep on your couch, you put me in your bed at some point, but I ended up waking up in the middle of the night”. A small laugh bubbling out as the memory came up, you exclaimed, “You looked so uncomfortable, I had to beg you to sleep in the same bed because you wanted to give me space!”
Cracking a grin as he listened, Ledger shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle when you finished. Once his laughter dissipated, the feeling settled deep in his chest. “I didn’t want you to leave that morning…”. Occasionally rubbing small circles into your skin while he palmed your thighs, he gave you a gentle squeeze, voice almost above a whisper, “I still don’t”.
Heart skipping a beat at his admission, you traced along his jaw, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip. Ledger tightened his grip, the pressure building in his jeans steadily becoming uncomfortable. The expression on his face sent a ripple through your stomach. You laid a peck on his cheek, repeating the action before placing a lingering one on his lips.
Disconnecting, you teasingly dragged your hand down his arm. Gazing between your eyes, his view dropped down to your mouth before he eagerly leaned back in. Palming your ass now, he groaned, shifting your hips closer. You ground against him, hands drifting toward his chest to push him back into the cushion. A sharp wave of arousal spread through your body as you deepened the kiss.
Feeling the ache settle deep in your core, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, dipping underneath to feel his skin. Reading your cues, Ledger partially disconnected to lift it over his head. One of his arms rounded your waist, pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as you soothingly ran your nails along his upper back. He nipped at your bottom lip, smoothing over the spot with his tongue, sending another spiral of pleasure through you.
Focus shifting to your jaw, he planted lingering kisses as he made his way down your neck. Moving at an agonizing pace, he took his time licking and sucking along your skin. Eyes drifting shut when he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, a breathy moan fell from your lips. Ache growing unbearable now, you clenched around nothing, letting out a shaky breath. You were on the verge of pleading before he stood up, firmly keeping your legs wrapped around him now.
Placing several kisses along his cheeks while he beelined for the bedroom, a small smile ghosted your lips when you felt his forming. You teasingly nipped at his jaw before whispering against the shell of his ear. “I missed you by the way”.
Feeling a hint of satisfaction swell in his chest, Ledger grinned. “I know”.
Once he reached the foot of the bed, he set you down before sitting at the edge. Making space, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. Your hands resting on his biceps traced along his skin. He peered up through hooded eyes, quietly adding, “I can promise, I missed you more though…”. Thighs clenching in response, you took a small step back, gradually sliding your dress straps off while he watched. Maintaining eye contact as you closed the distance, Ledger ran his fingers along the spine of your zipper. With a gentle tug, the dress slid off your figure, pooling around your feet.
Now left in just your underwear, you moved to settle back onto his lap, roaming your hands up his chest to pull him in for a kiss. Returning with the same fervor, he groaned, palming your thighs to shift you closer. Hands wandering down to undo his belt and drag his zipper down, you parted from him as the kiss grew heated. Dipping in to teasingly stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers, he twitched under your palm. You faintly ran your thumb along the head of his dick, mumbling against his lips, “why don’t you show me how much hm…?” Whispering the last part directly into his ear, “I won’t believe it until you do”.
Patience snapping, Ledger stood, dropping you onto the bed as he removed his pants. Body thrumming with anticipation, you crawled up the bed, watching him intently. When his length came into view, you bit your bottom lip upon seeing a bead of precum forming. Even though you were well acquainted with his size, he still managed to awe you. He hovered above you now, grabbing your ankles to pull you toward the middle of the bed. Unhurriedly dragging your underwear off, he began pressing pecks along your legs, traveling down to your inner thighs. Inching his way closer, he sucked and nipped at your skin, holding steady eye contact.
Deciding it was enough teasing when the need in your eyes sparked something primal in him, he parted your thighs wide, slotting himself in between. All it took was one long glide of his tongue from your entrance to your clit before his control completely vanished. The flutter in your core when he dipped into your entrance made you involuntarily clench around his tongue. Breath shifting, you braced yourself, hands sprawling in the sheets as he repeated the action.
Keeping a firm grasp, Ledger planted your thighs flush against his face, swirling his tongue around your clit. Grabbing hold of his forearm, your breath came out in soft pants as his pace increased. With each pass coaxing more arousal, he’d bring you close to edge, stopping to savor your taste. Bringing two fingers to your entrance, he shifted his other hand to press down against your navel. Parting just enough so that you could hear him clearly, he urged, “you know I need more”.
You weren’t able to fully register his statement until he slid his fingers in, resuming the relentless pace. Back arching, your hand flew to his head tracing along his scalp. Vision blurring as he curled them inside, a broken moan spilled out. “Fuck, r- right there”. He knew your body well. Too well at this point. Maintaining the calculated rhythm he set with his mouth, he slowed the movement of his hand, intensifying the pressure building deep in your core.
Fluttering around him, your head fell back onto the mattress. A few more strokes was all it took for your orgasm to spread throughout your body. Breath faltering, your hands clutched the sheets as he continued his actions. When your thighs started trembling, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He barely gave you a moment to ride the wave, greedily coaxing more fluid out of you, groaning at the taste. Body writhing underneath him now, he held your thighs, firmly keeping them in place.
Eyes drifting shut, your hand flew down to his head again, unsure of whether you wanted to push him away or hold on. The pleasure coursing through your veins becoming too much, you meekly pleaded, “w-wait, I’m—”, before another sharp wave of arousal hit. Grasping at his arm again to get his attention, you attempted to push at his head.
Finally letting up, Ledger lifted his head, rubbing reassuring circles along your thighs. “You, ok?” You were quiet for a moment, lips parted while taking in his appearance. Eyes lingering on the arousal glistening off his lips and beard, the daze in his eyes sent a fresh twinge of desire straight to your core. You caressed his cheek, giving a small nod of confirmation.
Pressing kisses along your thighs again, Ledger made his way up your body, stopping at your breasts. His hands followed, gradually moving towards your hips. Grazing his teeth across your nipple, he soothed the sensation with his tongue. Letting out a small moan, you loosely wrapped your legs around his waist. He gave your other breast the same attention, dick twitching against your thigh as he did.
Gently running your hands across the side of his abdomen, you paused, tilting your head to allow him more access to your neck. The heat simmering in your stomach intensified with every pass of his lips. Pulling him in for a kiss as soon as he reached your jaw, you pressed his hips flush against you. He groaned, gliding along your wet pussy before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he slid in inch by inch. Whimpering at the sensitivity, your hand wandered over, feeling his muscles tense under your palm.
Rubbing the flesh on your thigh before giving them a squeeze, he murmured against your lips, “f-fuck, you feel that baby?” Ledger started delivering slow, deep thrusts, emphasizing each one as he sunk back in. Blinking up at him in a daze, you released a lengthy exhale, nodding in response. Bringing his hand up to cup your jaw, he tilted your head to the side, gently tracing his thumb along your jaw. Speaking directly into your ear, “you believe me now, don’t you?”
You moaned, clenching around his length. Through a hushed tone, you mumbled, “I believe yo—”, cut off by a sharp moan. A swift roll of his hips caused him to brush along the spongy part inside you. As your mind went blank, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on the acute tingle forming in your core. Ledger twitched, both of you growing quiet while the obscene wet sound emitting from each plunge of his dick filled the room. Clawing down his shoulder, your mouth parted as he gradually increased his speed.
Voice breaking into a rasp, he uttered, “That’s it? You want me right there baby?”
You pleaded, “f-fuck, don’t stop”. The rasp in his tone sparking another swirl of arousal, you whimpered, locking your legs around him, keeping him as close as possible. “Keep talking, p-please”.
“Is that why you were quiet earlier? You were focused on my voice?” Unable to form any coherent sentences, every word he spoke drew you closer to the edge. “I effect you that much hm? You could cum just from this?” Heat flaring in his abdomen, he throbbed as your tremors became frequent. Rolling his hips again to graze the spot, you released a harsh moan. “Meant everything I said… I—”, he paused before the words could slip out, pressing kisses along your neck instead. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.
You praised, “you feel s’good, so-”, moaning as the sound of his skin slapping against yours rung out.
Shifting his head back into frame, he urged, “look at me”. In a fawn-like state now, once his features came into view, your body had a visceral reaction. Hand traveling up the nape of his neck, you brought him down to connect your lips.
Parting after a short moment, you mumbled out, “I love you”, against his lips without thinking. Your breath hitched when the realization came. Dropping your gaze, you involuntarily fluttered around his length when the feeling swelled in your chest.
As soon as Ledger registered what you said he tipped your chin back up, “say it again”. He drifted his hands down, slightly elevating your hips to meet his strokes.
The new angle causing his dick to repeatedly curve along your sensitive walls, you dug your nails into his skin, wailing, “oh f-fuck!”
Leaning beside your ear again, he released a throaty groan. Voice completely hoarse now, he instructed, “Say that shit again, tell me how you feel”.
Eyes beginning to roll back, the words tumbled out of you, “I love you, love being with yo-”. Choking on your sentence, tears threatened to spill when the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard. Thighs trembling, you contracted around his length hard, feeling him sink back in once more before he twitched. Drawing out a deep groan from Ledger, his muscles tensed as ropes of cum coated your walls. You pulsed, clinging onto him while the waves of warmth pooled at your core, seeping onto his skin.
Ledger softened his grip, waiting for your breath to even out before pressing a kiss under your ear, voicing “I love you too”.
Synopsis: Neither of you guessed the outcome of your date would involve the truth being laid out on the table after several years…
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: roman mentioned, soft!dom Ledger, brief alcohol mention, bar environment, hidden feelings, yearning + pining (mutual but Ledger is down BAD), slight toxicity undertones, dry humping, smut, raw, unprotected piv, creampie, slight angst if you squint, oral (f!receiving), fingering, missionary, dirty talk, love confession, slight fluff, overstimulation, proofread once!
WC: 4.8k
A/N: Of coursee the title is a nod to Victoria Monet’s song "F.U.C.K" lol. It was interesting to write about a different dynamic and character this time, hope I’ve done it justice!
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! <3
One night. It only took one, slightly drunken night out of a four year friendship for the lines to blur into uncharted territory. Then it turned into a few more until you two had slipped into a comfortable routine. You’d call and he’d show up. Neither of you addressed the fact that it was past the point of just being sex with no feelings involved. It was never just sex.
Trailing back into his bedroom after a warm shower, you made your way over to his closet. After the first few times it happened, Ledger suggested keeping some clothes at his place. Though it was proving to be convenient, you never objected to leaving in his clothes beforehand. In hindsight, the opportunity to casually lounge in his scent when he wasn’t around filled you with comfort.
Sitting up against the headboard, Ledger watched you get dressed from the bed. His gaze casually roamed down your body before he spoke. “You free this Saturday?”
Turning to face him now, you slipped your shirt on, responding, “depends, what time?”
“After my night shift. We can get breakfast in the morning”. Shortly after your arrangement began, Ledger started coming up with ways to get you to stay. Going out for breakfast or lunch easily became a part of the routine as well.
Making your way over to him, you hummed in thought before saying, “I’m tempted”. Once you kneeled right next to him on the bed, he absentmindedly reached for your thigh. You soothingly trail your hand up and down his forearm, adding, “I have a date right before you get off though, so I’ll let you know, ok?”
Unsure he heard correctly, a brief look of confusion flashed across his features. Repeating your words, he slowly questioned, “A date…?”
“A double date actually. I must have forgotten to mention it to you”. As you spoke Ledgers gaze was focused on your face, trying to decipher if you were joking or not. Unable to spot any jest, he tried to ignore the unsettling feeling stirring in his chest.
Calmly speaking, “with who…?”, he gave your thigh a light squeeze. The thought of you being with anyone else, let alone on a date with a stranger, made him weary.
“One of my friends. She’s been seeing this guy for a few weeks now and she thought it’d fun to set me up with one of his friends. I don’t know which one”.
Blinking for a moment, the realization set in that there was a possibility you could end up liking him enough to give him another chance. Maybe loving him if things go well... “And you agreed?”
“Yeah, I mean I figure why not? I’ve never been on a blind date, I think it’ll be fun”. Slightly confused with the sudden shift in energy, you couldn’t make sense of the unreadable emotion in his stare.
He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact for a second before returning his gaze. “You’re being serious right now…?”
Affirming, “Yes, I’m being serious…”, you paused, taking in his expression. You were almost certain there was a hint of hurt behind his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, you softened your tone. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”.
Urging him to speak, “Ledger…”, you tilted your head. After spending enough time together, you knew his cues.
“I didn’t know you were dating, that’s all”.
“I’m not ‘dating’ anyone right now, I’m just going on one date”.
“And you’d be cool with me going on dates…?”
Taking another pause, the thought caused a twinge of discomfort, but you brushed it off. “You’re single aren’t you…? Why would I have a problem with that…?”
He stared blankly for a moment, just analyzing your response until cracking a small knowing grin. “You didn’t answer the question”.
Reluctantly, you answered, “yes, I’d be perfectly fine with you going on dates”, disregarding the pit churning in your stomach from the mere notion of him being with anyone else but you.
“Ok then. Good to know”.
That following Friday, Ledger barely spoke to you. It was completely lost on you why this was suddenly an issue. Both of you agreed in the beginning that nothing would change with your friendship. Things would remain the same. Up until this point, you were under the impression there were no feelings involved. At least on his part.
Ledger was keeping busy to stay distracted. To stop the spiraling in his mind after that conversation but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. Somewhere along the way, things shifted for him. Well before sex was in the equation actually. He was lying to you now, guilt eating away at him the more he led you to believe everything was just casual. Any platonic feeling had long vanished, gradually turning into something he thought would wear off. The risk of losing you now if he was honest far outweighed the truth.
Saturday night
Roman’s voice cut through the atmosphere as he caught Ledgers attention. Once he looked over at him, Roman nodded in the direction of the door.
Finishing up a refill, he passed it off to the customer before quickly glancing up. It was you. Heart skipping a beat, you spared him a brief look, swiftly breaking eye contact while making your way through the bar. Ledger clenched his jaw, zoning in on your date. You had urged them to go to another bar but to no avail, this was their “favorite” one.
He watched as you trailed over to the pool table, conversing with your friend along the way. Feeling his stare, your heart raced with each passing step. Unable to ignore the feeling gnawing inside, you halfway listened to her ranting about the poor service at the restaurant you came from, humming in agreement. Once you reached the pool table, you excused yourself while your dates set it up for a game.
Brushing through the crowd of people to reach the bar, you stopped right in front of him. Gaze momentarily wandering down your figure, taking in your appearance, he neutrally asked, “What can I get for you?”
“Lemon drop please”. You stood there, absentmindedly tapping on the bar as you waited. An uncomfortable silence settling, you peered around the bar.
“How’s your date?”
Bringing your attention back to his face, you truthfully answered, “it’s… ok”. And it was ok. Just ok. Though there were no apparent issues, something was missing. He wasn’t Ledger.
Ears perking up at the sound of that, he prodded, “really? That’s it?” Lips curling into a slight smirk, a small wave of relief washed over him when he heard your tone.
“Yeah. He’s ok, more than ok actually but…”, you shrugged, glancing down when the thought crossed your mind. You swallowed before truthfully speaking, “…Just not for me I guess”.
Sliding the drink towards you, he spoke, “on the house”, giving you a warm smile. Softening his tone, he leaned in to add, “Let me know if you need to talk later, ok?”
Taking a small sip, you nodded. “I will. Thank yo-”
“You alright?”
Ledger glanced over at the unfamiliar voice that cut you off, shifting his gaze down to see he had circled an arm around your waist. Blinking at the gesture, his jaw tightened.
Drawing your attention to your date, you affirmed, “just grabbing a drink, let’s go”, offering a short smile before leading him away, avoiding an awkward interaction at all costs. You swiftly turned to head back to the pool table, catching a glimpse of Ledgers stoic expression at his nod of acknowledgment.
Upon hearing the sound of Roman snickering, Ledger spared him a glance, seeing a telling grin spread across his features. Shaking his head in response, he resumed tending to the bar, briefly looking in your direction as the night went on. Your eyes began to wander every time you felt his piercing stare settle on you. Around the third time you looked over, an unpleasant pit stirred in your stomach. The sight of him smiling and laughing with a group of women huddled at the bar bothered you more than you would’ve thought.
Maybe it was the drink giving you a new found boldness, but you decided to tease him a bit as a result. When your turn came around for pool, you kindly asked your date for help. “Am I holding it correctly?” In response he shuffled behind you, helping line the stick properly while he mumbled pointers. Fully tuned out to his voice and the commotion of the bar, you gradually bent into position, intentionally brushing against him.
Sparing another look, Ledger blinked at the scene unfolding in front of him, feeling a pang in his chest as you held eye contact. Completely focused on you now, a playful smile ghosted your lips before you shifted your attention. Taking a small moment to analyze the position of the cue balls, you took your shot. Once you were done you stood back up, watching as each one smoothly fell into place. You ended your turn with a modest smile. Without thinking, Ledger immediately started moving towards you.
“Damn are you sure you don’t play pool?”
As your friend exclaimed, “girl what the fuck was that?! You never told me you played like this!”, you heard your date whistle in the background.
Amused, you laughed at her statement, fondly remembering when Ledger taught you. Letting out a small laugh, you responded, “I don’t, I swear!” While it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t completely true. You don’t actively play pool, but you’ve refined the skill. The night he brought you to the bar after hours, you two stayed, simply practicing until you were satisfied with your progress. He refused to leave before you mastered your “party trick”, as you called it.
Finishing your drink now, you resumed conversation with them. You were momentarily distracted, laughing along with your friend at a joke that was cracked until a distinct voice rung out against your ear. “I need to speak with you”. Glancing up in his direction, the look in his eyes sent a faint flutter through your stomach. Briskly shifting your attention to the group, you excused yourself.
Mumbling, “I’ll be right back”, he had already snaked an arm around your waist, whisking you away towards the back. You initially thought he was stopping at the office, but he continued moving through the bar. Questioning, “where are we going?”, you received no response. When Roman briefly passed by, Ledger called his name.
“You good with closing tonight?” Peering between you two in amusement, Roman nodded in response. Confusion warped across your features as Ledger guided you out the back door. Once he reached his truck, he opened up the passenger side, instructing in a steady tone “get in”. You stood there, slightly in awe, just blankly staring as you took in his demeanor. He had never been so adamant with you before. When you didn’t move, he repeated himself. “I’m not playing, get in the truck”.
Broken out of your daze now, you began moving, stepping into the truck with his assistance. Crossing your legs, you fought the urge to smile, biting on your bottom lip as a thrill of adrenaline coursed through you. Occasionally peering over at him during the drive, your eyes wandered down his body, focusing on his arms. You clenched your thighs in anticipation, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride as your mind drifted.
Feeling your gaze on him, Ledger glanced over, resolve dropping a bit when he saw your expression. Reaching out for your hand, he brought it towards his lips, placing a lingering kiss before interlocking them in your lap. Heart swelling at the gesture, you soothingly trailed your free hand up and down his forearm. Though neither of you had spoken yet, the energy was evident.
Once he pulled into his driveway he walked over to your side, opening up the door to help you step down. Circling an arm around your waist again, he kept you close as you walked, momentarily separating to unlock the door. Having been to his place several times at this point, it was lost you why this visit felt so different as soon as you crossed the threshold.
You shuffled your heels off before walking further, stopping to stand next to his coffee table. After locking the door Ledger paused, leaning against it for a moment as he watched you, contemplating on what to say. Each of you stared at one another in compulsion, just waiting for the silence to break.
After several beats, you whispered, “you said you needed to speak to me…”
Ledger let another thread of silence pass before speaking. “Are you happy…?”
Heart rate speeding up at the sound of that, your brows furrowed as his question registered. Upon seeing your puzzled expression, he rephrased himself. “Do I make you happy?” He spoke in a steady tone but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes while he waited for your response.
“Of course I am…”. Your heart twisted at the thought of him questioning that to any degree. Adding with a quiet voice, “You always do… you know that”.
Taking a few cautious steps toward you, he pleaded, “Then tell me what you need…”. Gradually closing the distance with each word, he continued, “Tell me and I’ll be that for you, I promise”.
Feeling a small lump form in your throat from his words, you took a step back, looking down as you placed your hand on the arm of the couch for stability. “Ledger…”
Just inches away from you now, he cupped your cheek. “Give me a chance to show you how serious I am about you”. Gently tracing his thumb along your skin, he lowered his voice. “Please…”. You brought your hand up to grasp his forearm, leaning into his touch. “Let me be the only one baby… you know I’ll take care of you.” Faintly swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze dropped, lingering on your mouth for a moment. He softened his tone, adding, “always will”. Ledger stood there, the sound of his heart beat pounding against his ear drum gradually rising as he waited for you to say something. Anything.
Hesitant to immediately believe him, you scanned his face, searching for any hint of insincerity. When you saw nothing but honesty, you placed your free hand on his abdomen, trailing up towards his chest. You paused, feeling the soft thrum under your fingertips, taking note as his heart beat quickened. Shifting your focus to his lips now, you quietly urged, “come here”.
Circling an arm around your waist, he listened, dipping his head down to meet your lips. Stumbling flush against him now, you squeezed his forearm, letting out a small moan at the motion. Still unsatisfied with the level of closeness, Ledger brought his hands down, gripping the back of your thighs to pick you up with ease. It was habitual now. Even reaching a point where you no longer jumped or detached from him, he’d simply wrap you around his body.
Naturally latching onto him, you gingerly drew your nails across his shoulders, coaxing out a muffled groan. You were blissfully unaware he was walking towards the couch until feeling the fabric of his jeans brushing against your thighs. Dress riding up dangerously close to your hips, Ledger ran his hands along the exposed flesh of your thighs. Reluctantly detaching for air, your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him, a sense of familiarity washing over you. Lips parted, he stared, fully unaware his eyes conveyed the same sentiment. Clearly now.
Thursday wasn’t the first time you had seen it. Ledger would avert his gaze before you took notice, but you caught glimpses. The brief occurrences seemed to increase after you started sleeping together however you never questioned it. Not until recently.
Tenderly trailing a hand down to his bicep, you quietly asked, “how long?”, analyzing his features in the process. Giving a reassuring squeeze, you repeated yourself, “how long have you felt like this?” Ledger shifted his gaze, hesitating as the first moment flashed through his mind. Upon seeing his apprehension, your grasp on his shoulder drifted towards his neck to gently cup his jaw. “Tell me the truth”.
Unable to look away now, Ledger was quiet for another second before speaking. “You remember the night I taught you how to play pool…?” Words registering in your mind, you tentatively nodded. Your heart rate sped up once it dawned on you that happened two years ago. “And how it ended…?” You nodded again, a faint smile gracing your lips.
“After I fell asleep on your couch, you put me in your bed at some point, but I ended up waking up in the middle of the night”. A small laugh bubbling out as the memory came up, you exclaimed, “You looked so uncomfortable, I had to beg you to sleep in the same bed because you wanted to give me space!”
Cracking a grin as he listened, Ledger shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle when you finished. Once his laughter dissipated, the feeling settled deep in his chest. “I didn’t want you to leave that morning…”. Occasionally rubbing small circles into your skin while he palmed your thighs, he gave you a gentle squeeze, voice almost above a whisper, “I still don’t”.
Heart skipping a beat at his admission, you traced along his jaw, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip. Ledger tightened his grip, the pressure building in his jeans steadily becoming uncomfortable. The expression on his face sent a ripple through your stomach. You laid a peck on his cheek, repeating the action before placing a lingering one on his lips.
Disconnecting, you teasingly dragged your hand down his arm. Gazing between your eyes, his view dropped down to your mouth before he eagerly leaned back in. Palming your ass now, he groaned, shifting your hips closer. You ground against him, hands drifting toward his chest to push him back into the cushion. A sharp wave of arousal spread through your body as you deepened the kiss.
Feeling the ache settle deep in your core, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, dipping underneath to feel his skin. Reading your cues, Ledger partially disconnected to lift it over his head. One of his arms rounded your waist, pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as you soothingly ran your nails along his upper back. He nipped at your bottom lip, smoothing over the spot with his tongue, sending another spiral of pleasure through you.
Focus shifting to your jaw, he planted lingering kisses as he made his way down your neck. Moving at an agonizing pace, he took his time licking and sucking along your skin. Eyes drifting shut when he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, a breathy moan fell from your lips. Ache growing unbearable now, you clenched around nothing, letting out a shaky breath. You were on the verge of pleading before he stood up, firmly keeping your legs wrapped around him now.
Placing several kisses along his cheeks while he beelined for the bedroom, a small smile ghosted your lips when you felt his forming. You teasingly nipped at his jaw before whispering against the shell of his ear. “I missed you by the way”.
Feeling a hint of satisfaction swell in his chest, Ledger grinned. “I know”.
Once he reached the foot of the bed, he set you down before sitting at the edge. Making space, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. Your hands resting on his biceps traced along his skin. He peered up through hooded eyes, quietly adding, “I can promise, I missed you more though…”. Thighs clenching in response, you took a small step back, gradually sliding your dress straps off while he watched. Maintaining eye contact as you closed the distance, Ledger ran his fingers along the spine of your zipper. With a gentle tug, the dress slid off your figure, pooling around your feet.
Now left in just your underwear, you moved to settle back onto his lap, roaming your hands up his chest to pull him in for a kiss. Returning with the same fervor, he groaned, palming your thighs to shift you closer. Hands wandering down to undo his belt and drag his zipper down, you parted from him as the kiss grew heated. Dipping in to teasingly stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers, he twitched under your palm. You faintly ran your thumb along the head of his dick, mumbling against his lips, “why don’t you show me how much hm…?” Whispering the last part directly into his ear, “I won’t believe it until you do”.
Patience snapping, Ledger stood, dropping you onto the bed as he removed his pants. Body thrumming with anticipation, you crawled up the bed, watching him intently. When his length came into view, you bit your bottom lip upon seeing a bead of precum forming. Even though you were well acquainted with his size, he still managed to awe you. He hovered above you now, grabbing your ankles to pull you toward the middle of the bed. Unhurriedly dragging your underwear off, he began pressing pecks along your legs, traveling down to your inner thighs. Inching his way closer, he sucked and nipped at your skin, holding steady eye contact.
Deciding it was enough teasing when the need in your eyes sparked something primal in him, he parted your thighs wide, slotting himself in between. All it took was one long glide of his tongue from your entrance to your clit before his control completely vanished. The flutter in your core when he dipped into your entrance made you involuntarily clench around his tongue. Breath shifting, you braced yourself, hands sprawling in the sheets as he repeated the action.
Keeping a firm grasp, Ledger planted your thighs flush against his face, swirling his tongue around your clit. Grabbing hold of his forearm, your breath came out in soft pants as his pace increased. With each pass coaxing more arousal, he’d bring you close to edge, stopping to savor your taste. Bringing two fingers to your entrance, he shifted his other hand to press down against your navel. Parting just enough so that you could hear him clearly, he urged, “you know I need more”.
You weren’t able to fully register his statement until he slid his fingers in, resuming the relentless pace. Back arching, your hand flew to his head tracing along his scalp. Vision blurring as he curled them inside, a broken moan spilled out. “Fuck, r- right there”. He knew your body well. Too well at this point. Maintaining the calculated rhythm he set with his mouth, he slowed the movement of his hand, intensifying the pressure building deep in your core.
Fluttering around him, your head fell back onto the mattress. A few more strokes was all it took for your orgasm to spread throughout your body. Breath faltering, your hands clutched the sheets as he continued his actions. When your thighs started trembling, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He barely gave you a moment to ride the wave, greedily coaxing more fluid out of you, groaning at the taste. Body writhing underneath him now, he held your thighs, firmly keeping them in place.
Eyes drifting shut, your hand flew down to his head again, unsure of whether you wanted to push him away or hold on. The pleasure coursing through your veins becoming too much, you meekly pleaded, “w-wait, I’m—”, before another sharp wave of arousal hit. Grasping at his arm again to get his attention, you attempted to push at his head.
Finally letting up, Ledger lifted his head, rubbing reassuring circles along your thighs. “You, ok?” You were quiet for a moment, lips parted while taking in his appearance. Eyes lingering on the arousal glistening off his lips and beard, the daze in his eyes sent a fresh twinge of desire straight to your core. You caressed his cheek, giving a small nod of confirmation.
Pressing kisses along your thighs again, Ledger made his way up your body, stopping at your breasts. His hands followed, gradually moving towards your hips. Grazing his teeth across your nipple, he soothed the sensation with his tongue. Letting out a small moan, you loosely wrapped your legs around his waist. He gave your other breast the same attention, dick twitching against your thigh as he did.
Gently running your hands across the side of his abdomen, you paused, tilting your head to allow him more access to your neck. The heat simmering in your stomach intensified with every pass of his lips. Pulling him in for a kiss as soon as he reached your jaw, you pressed his hips flush against you. He groaned, gliding along your wet pussy before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he slid in inch by inch. Whimpering at the sensitivity, your hand wandered over, feeling his muscles tense under your palm.
Rubbing the flesh on your thigh before giving them a squeeze, he murmured against your lips, “f-fuck, you feel that baby?” Ledger started delivering slow, deep thrusts, emphasizing each one as he sunk back in. Blinking up at him in a daze, you released a lengthy exhale, nodding in response. Bringing his hand up to cup your jaw, he tilted your head to the side, gently tracing his thumb along your jaw. Speaking directly into your ear, “you believe me now, don’t you?”
You moaned, clenching around his length. Through a hushed tone, you mumbled, “I believe yo—”, cut off by a sharp moan. A swift roll of his hips caused him to brush along the spongy part inside you. As your mind went blank, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on the acute tingle forming in your core. Ledger twitched, both of you growing quiet while the obscene wet sound emitting from each plunge of his dick filled the room. Clawing down his shoulder, your mouth parted as he gradually increased his speed.
Voice breaking into a rasp, he uttered, “That’s it? You want me right there baby?”
You pleaded, “f-fuck, don’t stop”. The rasp in his tone sparking another swirl of arousal, you whimpered, locking your legs around him, keeping him as close as possible. “Keep talking, p-please”.
“Is that why you were quiet earlier? You were focused on my voice?” Unable to form any coherent sentences, every word he spoke drew you closer to the edge. “I effect you that much hm? You could cum just from this?” Heat flaring in his abdomen, he throbbed as your tremors became frequent. Rolling his hips again to graze the spot, you released a harsh moan. “Meant everything I said… I—”, he paused before the words could slip out, pressing kisses along your neck instead. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.
You praised, “you feel s’good, so-”, moaning as the sound of his skin slapping against yours rung out.
Shifting his head back into frame, he urged, “look at me”. In a fawn-like state now, once his features came into view, your body had a visceral reaction. Hand traveling up the nape of his neck, you brought him down to connect your lips.
Parting after a short moment, you mumbled out, “I love you”, against his lips without thinking. Your breath hitched when the realization came. Dropping your gaze, you involuntarily fluttered around his length when the feeling swelled in your chest.
As soon as Ledger registered what you said he tipped your chin back up, “say it again”. He drifted his hands down, slightly elevating your hips to meet his strokes.
The new angle causing his dick to repeatedly curve along your sensitive walls, you dug your nails into his skin, wailing, “oh f-fuck!”
Leaning beside your ear again, he released a throaty groan. Voice completely hoarse now, he instructed, “Say that shit again, tell me how you feel”.
Eyes beginning to roll back, the words tumbled out of you, “I love you, love being with yo-”. Choking on your sentence, tears threatened to spill when the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard. Thighs trembling, you contracted around his length hard, feeling him sink back in once more before he twitched. Drawing out a deep groan from Ledger, his muscles tensed as ropes of cum coated your walls. You pulsed, clinging onto him while the waves of warmth pooled at your core, seeping onto his skin.
Ledger softened his grip, waiting for your breath to even out before pressing a kiss under your ear, voicing “I love you too”.
Synopsis: Neither of you guessed the outcome of your date would involve the truth being laid out on the table after several years…
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: roman mentioned, soft!dom Ledger, brief alcohol mention, bar environment, hidden feelings, yearning + pining (mutual but Ledger is down BAD), slight toxicity undertones, dry humping, smut, raw, unprotected piv, creampie, slight angst if you squint, oral (f!receiving), fingering, missionary, dirty talk, love confession, slight fluff, overstimulation, proofread once!
WC: 4.8k
A/N: Of coursee the title is a nod to Victoria Monet’s song "F.U.C.K" lol. It was interesting to write about a different dynamic and character this time, hope I’ve done it justice!
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! <3
One night. It only took one, slightly drunken night out of a four year friendship for the lines to blur into uncharted territory. Then it turned into a few more until you two had slipped into a comfortable routine. You’d call and he’d show up. Neither of you addressed the fact that it was past the point of just being sex with no feelings involved. It was never just sex.
Trailing back into his bedroom after a warm shower, you made your way over to his closet. After the first few times it happened, Ledger suggested keeping some clothes at his place. Though it was proving to be convenient, you never objected to leaving in his clothes beforehand. In hindsight, the opportunity to casually lounge in his scent when he wasn’t around filled you with comfort.
Sitting up against the headboard, Ledger watched you get dressed from the bed. His gaze casually roamed down your body before he spoke. “You free this Saturday?”
Turning to face him now, you slipped your shirt on, responding, “depends, what time?”
“After my night shift. We can get breakfast in the morning”. Shortly after your arrangement began, Ledger started coming up with ways to get you to stay. Going out for breakfast or lunch easily became a part of the routine as well.
Making your way over to him, you hummed in thought before saying, “I’m tempted”. Once you kneeled right next to him on the bed, he absentmindedly reached for your thigh. You soothingly trail your hand up and down his forearm, adding, “I have a date right before you get off though, so I’ll let you know, ok?”
Unsure he heard correctly, a brief look of confusion flashed across his features. Repeating your words, he slowly questioned, “A date…?”
“A double date actually. I must have forgotten to mention it to you”. As you spoke Ledgers gaze was focused on your face, trying to decipher if you were joking or not. Unable to spot any jest, he tried to ignore the unsettling feeling stirring in his chest.
Calmly speaking, “with who…?”, he gave your thigh a light squeeze. The thought of you being with anyone else, let alone on a date with a stranger, made him weary.
“One of my friends. She’s been seeing this guy for a few weeks now and she thought it’d fun to set me up with one of his friends. I don’t know which one”.
Blinking for a moment, the realization set in that there was a possibility you could end up liking him enough to give him another chance. Maybe loving him if things go well... “And you agreed?”
“Yeah, I mean I figure why not? I’ve never been on a blind date, I think it’ll be fun”. Slightly confused with the sudden shift in energy, you couldn’t make sense of the unreadable emotion in his stare.
He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact for a second before returning his gaze. “You’re being serious right now…?”
Affirming, “Yes, I’m being serious…”, you paused, taking in his expression. You were almost certain there was a hint of hurt behind his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, you softened your tone. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”.
Urging him to speak, “Ledger…”, you tilted your head. After spending enough time together, you knew his cues.
“I didn’t know you were dating, that’s all”.
“I’m not ‘dating’ anyone right now, I’m just going on one date”.
“And you’d be cool with me going on dates…?”
Taking another pause, the thought caused a twinge of discomfort, but you brushed it off. “You’re single aren’t you…? Why would I have a problem with that…?”
He stared blankly for a moment, just analyzing your response until cracking a small knowing grin. “You didn’t answer the question”.
Reluctantly, you answered, “yes, I’d be perfectly fine with you going on dates”, disregarding the pit churning in your stomach from the mere notion of him being with anyone else but you.
“Ok then. Good to know”.
That following Friday, Ledger barely spoke to you. It was completely lost on you why this was suddenly an issue. Both of you agreed in the beginning that nothing would change with your friendship. Things would remain the same. Up until this point, you were under the impression there were no feelings involved. At least on his part.
Ledger was keeping busy to stay distracted. To stop the spiraling in his mind after that conversation but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. Somewhere along the way, things shifted for him. Well before sex was in the equation actually. He was lying to you now, guilt eating away at him the more he led you to believe everything was just casual. Any platonic feeling had long vanished, gradually turning into something he thought would wear off. The risk of losing you now if he was honest far outweighed the truth.
Saturday night
Roman’s voice cut through the atmosphere as he caught Ledgers attention. Once he looked over at him, Roman nodded in the direction of the door.
Finishing up a refill, he passed it off to the customer before quickly glancing up. It was you. Heart skipping a beat, you spared him a brief look, swiftly breaking eye contact while making your way through the bar. Ledger clenched his jaw, zoning in on your date. You had urged them to go to another bar but to no avail, this was their “favorite” one.
He watched as you trailed over to the pool table, conversing with your friend along the way. Feeling his stare, your heart raced with each passing step. Unable to ignore the feeling gnawing inside, you halfway listened to her ranting about the poor service at the restaurant you came from, humming in agreement. Once you reached the pool table, you excused yourself while your dates set it up for a game.
Brushing through the crowd of people to reach the bar, you stopped right in front of him. Gaze momentarily wandering down your figure, taking in your appearance, he neutrally asked, “What can I get for you?”
“Lemon drop please”. You stood there, absentmindedly tapping on the bar as you waited. An uncomfortable silence settling, you peered around the bar.
“How’s your date?”
Bringing your attention back to his face, you truthfully answered, “it’s… ok”. And it was ok. Just ok. Though there were no apparent issues, something was missing. He wasn’t Ledger.
Ears perking up at the sound of that, he prodded, “really? That’s it?” Lips curling into a slight smirk, a small wave of relief washed over him when he heard your tone.
“Yeah. He’s ok, more than ok actually but…”, you shrugged, glancing down when the thought crossed your mind. You swallowed before truthfully speaking, “…Just not for me I guess”.
Sliding the drink towards you, he spoke, “on the house”, giving you a warm smile. Softening his tone, he leaned in to add, “Let me know if you need to talk later, ok?”
Taking a small sip, you nodded. “I will. Thank yo-”
“You alright?”
Ledger glanced over at the unfamiliar voice that cut you off, shifting his gaze down to see he had circled an arm around your waist. Blinking at the gesture, his jaw tightened.
Drawing your attention to your date, you affirmed, “just grabbing a drink, let’s go”, offering a short smile before leading him away, avoiding an awkward interaction at all costs. You swiftly turned to head back to the pool table, catching a glimpse of Ledgers stoic expression at his nod of acknowledgment.
Upon hearing the sound of Roman snickering, Ledger spared him a glance, seeing a telling grin spread across his features. Shaking his head in response, he resumed tending to the bar, briefly looking in your direction as the night went on. Your eyes began to wander every time you felt his piercing stare settle on you. Around the third time you looked over, an unpleasant pit stirred in your stomach. The sight of him smiling and laughing with a group of women huddled at the bar bothered you more than you would’ve thought.
Maybe it was the drink giving you a new found boldness, but you decided to tease him a bit as a result. When your turn came around for pool, you kindly asked your date for help. “Am I holding it correctly?” In response he shuffled behind you, helping line the stick properly while he mumbled pointers. Fully tuned out to his voice and the commotion of the bar, you gradually bent into position, intentionally brushing against him.
Sparing another look, Ledger blinked at the scene unfolding in front of him, feeling a pang in his chest as you held eye contact. Completely focused on you now, a playful smile ghosted your lips before you shifted your attention. Taking a small moment to analyze the position of the cue balls, you took your shot. Once you were done you stood back up, watching as each one smoothly fell into place. You ended your turn with a modest smile. Without thinking, Ledger immediately started moving towards you.
“Damn are you sure you don’t play pool?”
As your friend exclaimed, “girl what the fuck was that?! You never told me you played like this!”, you heard your date whistle in the background.
Amused, you laughed at her statement, fondly remembering when Ledger taught you. Letting out a small laugh, you responded, “I don’t, I swear!” While it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t completely true. You don’t actively play pool, but you’ve refined the skill. The night he brought you to the bar after hours, you two stayed, simply practicing until you were satisfied with your progress. He refused to leave before you mastered your “party trick”, as you called it.
Finishing your drink now, you resumed conversation with them. You were momentarily distracted, laughing along with your friend at a joke that was cracked until a distinct voice rung out against your ear. “I need to speak with you”. Glancing up in his direction, the look in his eyes sent a faint flutter through your stomach. Briskly shifting your attention to the group, you excused yourself.
Mumbling, “I’ll be right back”, he had already snaked an arm around your waist, whisking you away towards the back. You initially thought he was stopping at the office, but he continued moving through the bar. Questioning, “where are we going?”, you received no response. When Roman briefly passed by, Ledger called his name.
“You good with closing tonight?” Peering between you two in amusement, Roman nodded in response. Confusion warped across your features as Ledger guided you out the back door. Once he reached his truck, he opened up the passenger side, instructing in a steady tone “get in”. You stood there, slightly in awe, just blankly staring as you took in his demeanor. He had never been so adamant with you before. When you didn’t move, he repeated himself. “I’m not playing, get in the truck”.
Broken out of your daze now, you began moving, stepping into the truck with his assistance. Crossing your legs, you fought the urge to smile, biting on your bottom lip as a thrill of adrenaline coursed through you. Occasionally peering over at him during the drive, your eyes wandered down his body, focusing on his arms. You clenched your thighs in anticipation, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride as your mind drifted.
Feeling your gaze on him, Ledger glanced over, resolve dropping a bit when he saw your expression. Reaching out for your hand, he brought it towards his lips, placing a lingering kiss before interlocking them in your lap. Heart swelling at the gesture, you soothingly trailed your free hand up and down his forearm. Though neither of you had spoken yet, the energy was evident.
Once he pulled into his driveway he walked over to your side, opening up the door to help you step down. Circling an arm around your waist again, he kept you close as you walked, momentarily separating to unlock the door. Having been to his place several times at this point, it was lost you why this visit felt so different as soon as you crossed the threshold.
You shuffled your heels off before walking further, stopping to stand next to his coffee table. After locking the door Ledger paused, leaning against it for a moment as he watched you, contemplating on what to say. Each of you stared at one another in compulsion, just waiting for the silence to break.
After several beats, you whispered, “you said you needed to speak to me…”
Ledger let another thread of silence pass before speaking. “Are you happy…?”
Heart rate speeding up at the sound of that, your brows furrowed as his question registered. Upon seeing your puzzled expression, he rephrased himself. “Do I make you happy?” He spoke in a steady tone but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes while he waited for your response.
“Of course I am…”. Your heart twisted at the thought of him questioning that to any degree. Adding with a quiet voice, “You always do… you know that”.
Taking a few cautious steps toward you, he pleaded, “Then tell me what you need…”. Gradually closing the distance with each word, he continued, “Tell me and I’ll be that for you, I promise”.
Feeling a small lump form in your throat from his words, you took a step back, looking down as you placed your hand on the arm of the couch for stability. “Ledger…”
Just inches away from you now, he cupped your cheek. “Give me a chance to show you how serious I am about you”. Gently tracing his thumb along your skin, he lowered his voice. “Please…”. You brought your hand up to grasp his forearm, leaning into his touch. “Let me be the only one baby… you know I’ll take care of you.” Faintly swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze dropped, lingering on your mouth for a moment. He softened his tone, adding, “always will”. Ledger stood there, the sound of his heart beat pounding against his ear drum gradually rising as he waited for you to say something. Anything.
Hesitant to immediately believe him, you scanned his face, searching for any hint of insincerity. When you saw nothing but honesty, you placed your free hand on his abdomen, trailing up towards his chest. You paused, feeling the soft thrum under your fingertips, taking note as his heart beat quickened. Shifting your focus to his lips now, you quietly urged, “come here”.
Circling an arm around your waist, he listened, dipping his head down to meet your lips. Stumbling flush against him now, you squeezed his forearm, letting out a small moan at the motion. Still unsatisfied with the level of closeness, Ledger brought his hands down, gripping the back of your thighs to pick you up with ease. It was habitual now. Even reaching a point where you no longer jumped or detached from him, he’d simply wrap you around his body.
Naturally latching onto him, you gingerly drew your nails across his shoulders, coaxing out a muffled groan. You were blissfully unaware he was walking towards the couch until feeling the fabric of his jeans brushing against your thighs. Dress riding up dangerously close to your hips, Ledger ran his hands along the exposed flesh of your thighs. Reluctantly detaching for air, your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him, a sense of familiarity washing over you. Lips parted, he stared, fully unaware his eyes conveyed the same sentiment. Clearly now.
Thursday wasn’t the first time you had seen it. Ledger would avert his gaze before you took notice, but you caught glimpses. The brief occurrences seemed to increase after you started sleeping together however you never questioned it. Not until recently.
Tenderly trailing a hand down to his bicep, you quietly asked, “how long?”, analyzing his features in the process. Giving a reassuring squeeze, you repeated yourself, “how long have you felt like this?” Ledger shifted his gaze, hesitating as the first moment flashed through his mind. Upon seeing his apprehension, your grasp on his shoulder drifted towards his neck to gently cup his jaw. “Tell me the truth”.
Unable to look away now, Ledger was quiet for another second before speaking. “You remember the night I taught you how to play pool…?” Words registering in your mind, you tentatively nodded. Your heart rate sped up once it dawned on you that happened two years ago. “And how it ended…?” You nodded again, a faint smile gracing your lips.
“After I fell asleep on your couch, you put me in your bed at some point, but I ended up waking up in the middle of the night”. A small laugh bubbling out as the memory came up, you exclaimed, “You looked so uncomfortable, I had to beg you to sleep in the same bed because you wanted to give me space!”
Cracking a grin as he listened, Ledger shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle when you finished. Once his laughter dissipated, the feeling settled deep in his chest. “I didn’t want you to leave that morning…”. Occasionally rubbing small circles into your skin while he palmed your thighs, he gave you a gentle squeeze, voice almost above a whisper, “I still don’t”.
Heart skipping a beat at his admission, you traced along his jaw, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip. Ledger tightened his grip, the pressure building in his jeans steadily becoming uncomfortable. The expression on his face sent a ripple through your stomach. You laid a peck on his cheek, repeating the action before placing a lingering one on his lips.
Disconnecting, you teasingly dragged your hand down his arm. Gazing between your eyes, his view dropped down to your mouth before he eagerly leaned back in. Palming your ass now, he groaned, shifting your hips closer. You ground against him, hands drifting toward his chest to push him back into the cushion. A sharp wave of arousal spread through your body as you deepened the kiss.
Feeling the ache settle deep in your core, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, dipping underneath to feel his skin. Reading your cues, Ledger partially disconnected to lift it over his head. One of his arms rounded your waist, pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as you soothingly ran your nails along his upper back. He nipped at your bottom lip, smoothing over the spot with his tongue, sending another spiral of pleasure through you.
Focus shifting to your jaw, he planted lingering kisses as he made his way down your neck. Moving at an agonizing pace, he took his time licking and sucking along your skin. Eyes drifting shut when he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, a breathy moan fell from your lips. Ache growing unbearable now, you clenched around nothing, letting out a shaky breath. You were on the verge of pleading before he stood up, firmly keeping your legs wrapped around him now.
Placing several kisses along his cheeks while he beelined for the bedroom, a small smile ghosted your lips when you felt his forming. You teasingly nipped at his jaw before whispering against the shell of his ear. “I missed you by the way”.
Feeling a hint of satisfaction swell in his chest, Ledger grinned. “I know”.
Once he reached the foot of the bed, he set you down before sitting at the edge. Making space, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. Your hands resting on his biceps traced along his skin. He peered up through hooded eyes, quietly adding, “I can promise, I missed you more though…”. Thighs clenching in response, you took a small step back, gradually sliding your dress straps off while he watched. Maintaining eye contact as you closed the distance, Ledger ran his fingers along the spine of your zipper. With a gentle tug, the dress slid off your figure, pooling around your feet.
Now left in just your underwear, you moved to settle back onto his lap, roaming your hands up his chest to pull him in for a kiss. Returning with the same fervor, he groaned, palming your thighs to shift you closer. Hands wandering down to undo his belt and drag his zipper down, you parted from him as the kiss grew heated. Dipping in to teasingly stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers, he twitched under your palm. You faintly ran your thumb along the head of his dick, mumbling against his lips, “why don’t you show me how much hm…?” Whispering the last part directly into his ear, “I won’t believe it until you do”.
Patience snapping, Ledger stood, dropping you onto the bed as he removed his pants. Body thrumming with anticipation, you crawled up the bed, watching him intently. When his length came into view, you bit your bottom lip upon seeing a bead of precum forming. Even though you were well acquainted with his size, he still managed to awe you. He hovered above you now, grabbing your ankles to pull you toward the middle of the bed. Unhurriedly dragging your underwear off, he began pressing pecks along your legs, traveling down to your inner thighs. Inching his way closer, he sucked and nipped at your skin, holding steady eye contact.
Deciding it was enough teasing when the need in your eyes sparked something primal in him, he parted your thighs wide, slotting himself in between. All it took was one long glide of his tongue from your entrance to your clit before his control completely vanished. The flutter in your core when he dipped into your entrance made you involuntarily clench around his tongue. Breath shifting, you braced yourself, hands sprawling in the sheets as he repeated the action.
Keeping a firm grasp, Ledger planted your thighs flush against his face, swirling his tongue around your clit. Grabbing hold of his forearm, your breath came out in soft pants as his pace increased. With each pass coaxing more arousal, he’d bring you close to edge, stopping to savor your taste. Bringing two fingers to your entrance, he shifted his other hand to press down against your navel. Parting just enough so that you could hear him clearly, he urged, “you know I need more”.
You weren’t able to fully register his statement until he slid his fingers in, resuming the relentless pace. Back arching, your hand flew to his head tracing along his scalp. Vision blurring as he curled them inside, a broken moan spilled out. “Fuck, r- right there”. He knew your body well. Too well at this point. Maintaining the calculated rhythm he set with his mouth, he slowed the movement of his hand, intensifying the pressure building deep in your core.
Fluttering around him, your head fell back onto the mattress. A few more strokes was all it took for your orgasm to spread throughout your body. Breath faltering, your hands clutched the sheets as he continued his actions. When your thighs started trembling, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He barely gave you a moment to ride the wave, greedily coaxing more fluid out of you, groaning at the taste. Body writhing underneath him now, he held your thighs, firmly keeping them in place.
Eyes drifting shut, your hand flew down to his head again, unsure of whether you wanted to push him away or hold on. The pleasure coursing through your veins becoming too much, you meekly pleaded, “w-wait, I’m—”, before another sharp wave of arousal hit. Grasping at his arm again to get his attention, you attempted to push at his head.
Finally letting up, Ledger lifted his head, rubbing reassuring circles along your thighs. “You, ok?” You were quiet for a moment, lips parted while taking in his appearance. Eyes lingering on the arousal glistening off his lips and beard, the daze in his eyes sent a fresh twinge of desire straight to your core. You caressed his cheek, giving a small nod of confirmation.
Pressing kisses along your thighs again, Ledger made his way up your body, stopping at your breasts. His hands followed, gradually moving towards your hips. Grazing his teeth across your nipple, he soothed the sensation with his tongue. Letting out a small moan, you loosely wrapped your legs around his waist. He gave your other breast the same attention, dick twitching against your thigh as he did.
Gently running your hands across the side of his abdomen, you paused, tilting your head to allow him more access to your neck. The heat simmering in your stomach intensified with every pass of his lips. Pulling him in for a kiss as soon as he reached your jaw, you pressed his hips flush against you. He groaned, gliding along your wet pussy before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he slid in inch by inch. Whimpering at the sensitivity, your hand wandered over, feeling his muscles tense under your palm.
Rubbing the flesh on your thigh before giving them a squeeze, he murmured against your lips, “f-fuck, you feel that baby?” Ledger started delivering slow, deep thrusts, emphasizing each one as he sunk back in. Blinking up at him in a daze, you released a lengthy exhale, nodding in response. Bringing his hand up to cup your jaw, he tilted your head to the side, gently tracing his thumb along your jaw. Speaking directly into your ear, “you believe me now, don’t you?”
You moaned, clenching around his length. Through a hushed tone, you mumbled, “I believe yo—”, cut off by a sharp moan. A swift roll of his hips caused him to brush along the spongy part inside you. As your mind went blank, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on the acute tingle forming in your core. Ledger twitched, both of you growing quiet while the obscene wet sound emitting from each plunge of his dick filled the room. Clawing down his shoulder, your mouth parted as he gradually increased his speed.
Voice breaking into a rasp, he uttered, “That’s it? You want me right there baby?”
You pleaded, “f-fuck, don’t stop”. The rasp in his tone sparking another swirl of arousal, you whimpered, locking your legs around him, keeping him as close as possible. “Keep talking, p-please”.
“Is that why you were quiet earlier? You were focused on my voice?” Unable to form any coherent sentences, every word he spoke drew you closer to the edge. “I effect you that much hm? You could cum just from this?” Heat flaring in his abdomen, he throbbed as your tremors became frequent. Rolling his hips again to graze the spot, you released a harsh moan. “Meant everything I said… I—”, he paused before the words could slip out, pressing kisses along your neck instead. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.
You praised, “you feel s’good, so-”, moaning as the sound of his skin slapping against yours rung out.
Shifting his head back into frame, he urged, “look at me”. In a fawn-like state now, once his features came into view, your body had a visceral reaction. Hand traveling up the nape of his neck, you brought him down to connect your lips.
Parting after a short moment, you mumbled out, “I love you”, against his lips without thinking. Your breath hitched when the realization came. Dropping your gaze, you involuntarily fluttered around his length when the feeling swelled in your chest.
As soon as Ledger registered what you said he tipped your chin back up, “say it again”. He drifted his hands down, slightly elevating your hips to meet his strokes.
The new angle causing his dick to repeatedly curve along your sensitive walls, you dug your nails into his skin, wailing, “oh f-fuck!”
Leaning beside your ear again, he released a throaty groan. Voice completely hoarse now, he instructed, “Say that shit again, tell me how you feel”.
Eyes beginning to roll back, the words tumbled out of you, “I love you, love being with yo-”. Choking on your sentence, tears threatened to spill when the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard. Thighs trembling, you contracted around his length hard, feeling him sink back in once more before he twitched. Drawing out a deep groan from Ledger, his muscles tensed as ropes of cum coated your walls. You pulsed, clinging onto him while the waves of warmth pooled at your core, seeping onto his skin.
Ledger softened his grip, waiting for your breath to even out before pressing a kiss under your ear, voicing “I love you too”.
Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)
Synopsis: You and cameron continue the superbowl celebration festivities!
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: Fluff, smut overload(?), piv, multiple positions, dirty talk, markings, aftercare, mention of kids, i know i'm missing things but basicallyyy the same as the other parts !
WC: 5.1k
A/N: yall im SOOO sorry, ik this one took a minute (and i fear i could only include four days, it would've taken WAY too long if i did the whole week 😔) but i did not skimp on the smut in this and if you enjoyed five stars, you'll enjoy the massage sequence in this ! Ledger is up next !
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! <3
also side note but that quinn audio from tyriq withers...? WHEW
Day 2
Finally getting the chance to watch the sunset, you two settled on the beach. Sitting comfortably in front of him, you rested your head against his chest, Cameron absentmindedly soothed his hand up and down your thigh. For a moment you enjoyed the view in silence, just overlooking the ocean as the sun gradually went down. While you pondered on the last few weeks leading up to the Super Bowl, the thought of a conversation you shared with him crossed your mind. Breaking the silence, you questioned, “you didn’t doubt yourself, did you…?”, trailing your fingers along his. Cameron paused, placing his hand on top, lacing your fingers together.
“No, I remembered our talk”. A slight chuckle escaped him at the thought. “By the way, I meant it for real when I said I can’t lose when I think about you. My lucky charm for real”. Laughing at that, you felt heat creep up your neck when the fresh memory flashed through your head. Jokingly, he added, “You’re laughing but I’m dead serious. You forgot what I said last night…?”
Amused, you expressed, “No, I know you are. Trust me I haven’t forgot what you said”.
He gave your hand a light squeeze before questioning, “You sure baby? You need a refresher?”
A wave of arousal spread through your stomach when you heard the edge in his voice. “No need, I remember”.
“Ok”. You could hear the satisfaction in his voice once he realized he got under your skin. Spotting the slight movement of your thighs clenching, a small grin appeared on his face. It was so subtle he would’ve missed it if he hadn’t been staring your hands. You were staring too, gnawing at your lip when it dawned on you that you hadn’t seen his ring up close yet.
“Can I see the ring?” Cameron disconnected his hand, extending it so you could get a closer look. The glint of the diamonds and the vibrant colors were captivating but the size of it struck you. Admiring how it looked on him, you took that opportunity to trace his veins. He’d already expressed he won’t be wearing it unless it’s for a special occasion but at this moment your mind was reeling with visions of him wearing it for you alone.
Oblivious to your thoughts, Cameron noted your interest. “I can get you a matching one”, he blurted out.
Momentarily taken out of your head, there was a flash of confusion on your features as you snickered at his declaration. “And how exactly do you plan on getting me a matching Super Bowl ring…?”
“…Ok it won’t technically be matching at all, but it’ll be the same size”.
Amused, you laughed at the gesture. “Cam as sweet as that is I promise you I do not need a ring this big”. Both laughing after you said that, you pointed out, “this size looks good on you though… I think it’s fitting”.
“Yea?”
You nodded, “Mhm”.
Cameron cupped your jaw, gently tilting it to the side to guide your lips towards him. Grasping his forearm now, you shifted your body to face him, deepening the kiss. The sunset was long forgotten as the ripples throughout the water faintly hit the shore in the background. Just before crossing that threshold, Cameron pulled away, swiping at your bottom lip with his thumb. His gaze followed the movement before peering back up to meet your eyes. “I’ll take you ring shopping when we get back, let you choose the size you want”.
A warm smile spread across your face when the words rung out. Straddling him now, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Any color hm...?”
He massaged your thighs, staring for a moment as a small grin appeared on his face. “Any color you want”. Smile widening at the sound of that, you placed a peck on his cheek before finding his lips. His hands wandered to your ass, squeezing the flesh to grind you against him.
A moan caught in your throat when you felt the imprint of his ring against your skin. Breath hitching, you parted from him, grasping his wrist. Feeling a wave of arousal stir in the pit of your stomach, you paused your movements. Tracing his arm, you teasingly asked, “Keep the ring on tonight…?” There was an unreadable flash of emotion in his eyes as the request left your lips before an eager grin broke out on his features.
“C-cam I’m close”. A breathy whine escaped you when he slid his tongue in your entrance. He had your thighs locked around his head while keeping firm pressure on your navel. His free hand dug into your thigh as you started writhing under him to match the speed of his tongue.
Shifting his focus now, Cameron trailed his tongue up to your clit. Back arching when you felt his groan vibrate against your skin, you whimpered. One hand was twisted in the sheets while you frantically searched for his wrist to grasp. Stuttering out, “f-fuck”, a pitchy moan followed as he increased his pace. Urging, “don’t sto—”, you fell silent before you could finish.
Your thighs trembled beside his head as your orgasm spread throughout your core. The taste only spurred him on. Cameron didn’t stop his movements until you meekly pushed at his head. He would go all night trying to get as much out of you as he possibly could if you let him.
Finally lifting his head, he peered down at you with a sated expression on his face. Your eyes drifted down his chest, zoning in on the bead of precum forming at his tip. Feeling a fresh wave of warmth swirl in your stomach, you met his eyes again. With a soft smile, you announced, “my turn”.
“Fuck, just like that baby”.
Cameron’s dick nudged the back of your throat as your head bobbed down again. He let out a strangled groan as you continued your movements at a teasing pace. You peered up at him through your lashes, moaning at the sight. Leaning against the head board, Cameron held steady eye contact. The vulgar sounds from the spit accumulating had begun to fill the room as you increased your pace.
Mouth parted, he watched you through hazy eyes. Clenching your thighs under his gaze, you felt heat pool in your core. Catching the slight shift in movement, Cameron grinned. Feeling him twitch against your tongue, you hollowed your cheeks, gently trailing your nails across his abdomen. His grip in your hair tightened before he lifted your head, guiding you up towards his face. You eagerly met his lips, using your hand to continue the steady pace you set with your mouth.
His hand trailed down to your jaw, keeping you in place as he circled his free arm around your back, scooting your body flush against him now. Ceasing your movements, you shifted your hand to grasp his forearm. Parting from him, you bit your lip for a moment when your pussy brushed against the underside of his length. Cameron tilted your head, pressing lingering kisses along your jaw as he made his way down to your neck.
Trailing your hand up to squeeze his bicep, A small whimper escaped you after a harsh suck. Desperate for friction, you attempted to roll your hips but his hold around your waist prevented you. “Patience baby”.
Cameron repositioned you flat onto your stomach, placing a couple pillows under you to elevate your hips. “Comfortable?” You nodded in response, mumbling out a yes. After the confirmation, he admired the view when you swayed your hips. He slid his length up and down through your lips, nudging your clit in the process before aligning and plunging in one thrust.
Hands twisting in the sheets, a hushed, “fuck” fell from your lips when he started a dizzying pace. Your body shook with each thrust as he kept a firm grip on your hips. Cameron was in a daze. His eyes shifted back and forth, watching the glisten on his dick along with the bounce of your ass. Your moans laced with the sound of his skin hitting yours grew in volume.
“Wish you could see yourself baby. Look so fucking beautiful like this.” His hand trailed over the curve of your ass while he continued. “Always look beautiful when you take this dick.” He shifted his body, placing his fists in the sheets while he leaned close to speak against the shell of your ear. “When you take what’s yours”.
Fluttering around his length, a broken moan escaped you in response. His low groans traveled straight to your core, settling deep in the pit of your stomach. The slight shift now caused him to slip deeper, bringing you closer to the edge. Your hand desperately clawed at the sheets before wrapping around his wrist to anchor yourself.
Before you could react, Cameron retracted his body and pulled you up with him in the process. One hand snaked up to wrap around your neck while the other firmly held your hip, gliding back in effortlessly. Having no time to reorient yourself, you grasped his forearm as his thrusts grew wild. Letting out a broken moan, you wailed, “F-fuck right there, right—!”
Your head lolled back against his chest as he started applying light pressure to your throat. That paired with the indent from his ring pressing into your hip sent a spark of pleasure through you straight to your pussy. Feeling yourself slip deeper into the sensation, your hand flew down to grab his. Words jumbling together now, you moaned, “s’good, feels s-so-”.
Cameron grunted at the feeling of you contracting around his length. Sliding his hand on top of yours, he interlocked them in place. “Swear I was made just to make you feel like this”. Your mind went blank with every thrust and word he chimed in your ear. Tipping your head up to the side, he continued coaxing you. “Just to feel you cum around me”.
Your nails dug into his skin as the pressure in your stomach grew. “I got you baby, let it go”, was the last thing you heard before the heat of your orgasm washed over your entire body. Eyes rolling back, you trembled in his grasp from the intensity. Thrusts coming to a halt, Cameron groaned. Twitching inside you twice, ropes of cum followed. His climax sent small aftershocks through your core while you spasmed around him.
After a minute Cameron’s voice rung out. “You good?” It took several moments for your breathing to steady before you could muster a small nod against him. Once he got confirmation he gently laid you back down so he could turn your body. You gave him a soft smile when his face came into view. He got up, giving you the same expression while wrapping your arms around his neck manually. Uttering, “you already know the drill, hang on”, carrying you to the bathroom.
Day 3
Cameron let out a low whistle when he saw you approaching the pool. A small laugh escaped you at his reaction. Gradually making his way over to the steps, his gaze followed each step you took. Once you reached the railing he extended his arm, guiding you into the water with his assistance. You hesitated for a moment when your foot dipped into the water and felt the chill.
“It’s cold Cam, you said it was warm!”
He chuckled seeing your apprehension. “I’ll warm you up, come here”. Grabbing your waist, Cameron pulled you into the water before you could protest. Gasping at the sudden temperature change, you Immediately circled your arms and legs around him as if that would automatically knock the chill off. His laughter rung in your ear while he held the underside of your thighs. “See? It’s not that bad, is it?!”
“It’s still freezing actually”.
“You’re lying now”.
“You lied first”.
He let out a small chuckle at your quickness. “Fair”.
Cameron slowly walked through the water until he reached the opposite end of the pool. You two quietly enjoyed the subtle rippling sound of the waves in the background before he broke the silence. “You cool with just relaxing here tomorrow?” Shifting your gaze between his eyes, a content smile spread across your face in response. “What?”
“Just happy to hear that is all. You haven’t relaxed in months!”.
Cameron laughed, shaking his head as he responded, “months is crazy, that’s not true”.
“Name the last time you actually relaxed”. Suddenly drifting into deep thought to remember, Cameron was quiet. You laughed, “exactly! Either way though, I’m more than ok with doing that tomorrow”. Your mind wandered before realization set in. On the rare occasions you and Cameron could spend an entire day unwinding, the difference in his demeanor was subtle but there. “Looking forward to the reminder of how you act when you’re completely relaxed”.
Slightly raising his brow in amusement, he let out a small chuckle. “Oh?”
“Might even give you a brief massage if you’re lucky… we’ll see though”.
“Just a brief one…?” He then feigned a hurt expression while releasing a grimace. “My muscles are sore baby, I think I need more than that”.
Bubbling with laughter now, you jokingly replied, “Already requesting a longer one when I only said I ‘might’ give you one?! Just like that, your luck has ran out!”
Chuckling in response, he spoke through his laughter, “Damn just like that for real?!”
Casually shrugging your shoulders you hummed, “Mhm”.
You two stayed in the pool for a few more moments just talking about what other activities are on the itinerary before deciding to call it a night.
Day 4
You stirred in your sleep when Cameron began soothingly rubbing the side of your thigh. At some point throughout the night you had shifted your body, turning away from him. Upon feeling the lack of warmth, you instinctually flipped back around, nestling against his side. He immediately circled your waist, pulling your thigh up to rest on his body.
Releasing a faint sigh of contentment as Cameron continued his movements, you were hesitant to fully wake up. You’d be satisfied just spending the day like that. However, your interest peaked when he broke the comfortable silence. “Want to shower together this morning?”
A small smile formed when you heard that. Still partially asleep, you hummed against his chest. “Mhm”.
When you didn’t move at all, Cameron took note. With an edge of amusement in his tone, he questioned, “need a second?” In contrast to him, you were not a morning person. His body naturally adjusted as time went on with his schedule, yours did not.
Letting out another muffled, “Mhm”, you stayed in that position. Faintly smirking, Cameron quietly watched the slow rise and fall of your body until you gradually began to wake up. Once you two finally mustered the energy to leave the bed, you brushed your teeth before getting in the shower.
Beginning to lather soap across his chest, you felt his gaze. You glanced up for a moment, continuing the motion. A knowing smile turned up on your face when you saw the longing in his eyes. Every. Time. No matter the circumstances, whenever you two decided to shower together Cameron made it clear how much you affected him. If it wasn’t vocal, it was his body language.
He returned the same expression before you shifted your gaze back onto his chest. “You look like you want to say something”. Peering up at him again, your hand slowly made its way down his chest. Once you reached his abdomen, you paused, setting the rag down. You waited, giving him a small teasing smile as you coaxed, “what is it, hm?”
“Only been five years since I first met you…”. Cameron palmed your cheek before gently trailing his thumb across your bottom lip. His gaze softened, following the movement. “Five years since I knew…”. He thought back to the moment, heart rate increasing as he did.
Cameron trailed his hands down to the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. When you did, he turned his body to block the water from hitting you. Circling your arms around his neck, you smiled warmly. “Knew what…?”
“That I’d do anything for you… anything to make sure you’re happy…”. Soothingly rubbing your thighs, his gaze briefly dropped down to your lips. “To keep this smile on your face”.
Feeling your heart swell at his admission, you gently drew your nails across his shoulder. “I am happy”. Pressing a soft peck on his lips, your smile widened. Speaking sincerely, “you’ve done a good job keeping me happy”, your gaze fell to his lips before you leaned in, giving him a lingering kiss.
Cameron deepened the kiss, giving your thighs a light squeeze as it grew heated. After a few moments, you pulled back to catch your breath. His lips immediately trailed down to your neck, pressing a few more kisses before he carefully set you back down. You two continued the rest of the shower talking about the day you met.
“Cam stay still! I’m not giving you one if you keep moving your body!” A small laugh escaped you as you scolded him. Cameron was laying on his back while you straddled him. You started on his back before having him flip around so you could work your way down his chest. In the process, he’d intentionally shift his body, causing you to slide across his lap. He rested his hands on your thighs, absentmindedly rubbing circles on your skin.
With a grin he joked, “I can’t get comfortable?!”
“You’ve been trying to ‘get comfortable’ five times now, no!” After letting out another laugh, you instructed, “lay your right arm in front of me and stay still!”
“Yes ma’am”. He kept his left hand on your thigh while you lathered some more oil in your palms. His eyes followed your movements as you began rubbing it onto his arm, trailing back down to cost his hand now. You were focused, softly kneading the pressure points in his forearm before transitioning to his bicep.
Cameron shifted his gaze up, brazenly staring at your features. When you began making your way back down his arm, you felt his stare. You met his eyes, smiling at him after catching a glimpse of admiration behind them. Grabbing his hand now, you kneaded it with the same pressure. “Feels good?”
In response, he simply nodded. With each soft glide of your hands, Cameron grew increasingly aware of your position. You subtly shifted your hips, feeling his length harden only five minutes into the massage. Neither of you wanting to succumb yet, you continued the soothing movements.
You grabbed his other arm, starting the same process. He gave your other thigh the same treatment, rubbing small circles into the flesh. At that moment, you chose to glance back up. Seeing the darkened look in his eyes caused heat to pool in your stomach. You quickly focused back on his arm, resisting the urge to move against him for relief. The view of his toned body glistening with oil did nothing but fuel the arousal brewing deep in your core.
Noticing the slight shift in your breathing, Cameron gradually trailed his hand up towards your shorts, slipping it under the fabric to feel the flesh of your ass. You were thoroughly distracted now, abandoning his arm to lightly draw your nails down his abdomen. Groping your soft skin with both hands, his lip curled into a smirk. “No underwear…?”
Nodding, you bit your bottom lip. You wouldn’t be shocked if he felt the wetness threatening to seep through the material. Your hand traveled up towards his neck, playing with his gold chain as you met his gaze now. “More comfortable that way”.
“Really?”
Nodding, you replied, “Yes”. You gave him a playful look before questioning, “what, you don’t believe me?”
Exchanging the same look, he challenged, “Do I believe that’s the only reason…? No”.
“There is no other reason… I can’t just want to be comfortable?”
“No, you can… I want you to be comfortable…”. Eyeing you up and down, he added, “you’re not slick though”.
Tilting your head in an innocent manner, you questioned, “So you think I’m lying…?”
“I know you well enough to know that’s not the only reason so yes…”. Cameron chuckled before adding, “I know you’re lying”.
“Oh?” A knowing smile creeped onto your face as the tension began to shift.
He let out another laugh, coaxing the words out of you now. “It’s ok baby, you know you can tell me the truth”. His eyes dropped to your figure for a moment as he gave you a light squeeze.
You did the same, briefly scaling your gaze down to his happy trail before meeting his eyes again. “I did…”. You tried to subtly move against him to ease the ache settling in your core.
“That’s your final answer…?”
In response you leaned down to press a faint peck on his cheek before whispering, “Mhm”. Just as you were about to pull back and get off his lap, he quickly circled his arm around your waist, keeping a firm hold on you. A small sound of surprise left your mouth when he suddenly flipped your position, wedging himself in between your legs.
“I’m giving you one more chance to be honest baby, you should take it”.
“And if I don’t…?” Cameron ducked down, pressing a kiss under your ear before peppering them down your neck. He took his time, drawing a small moan out of you as he slowly made his way to your chest. Calculated in his movements, he’d do just enough to leave a mark, caressing your thighs in the process.
Gently dragging your fingertips across his sides, you bit your bottom lip. Trying to keep your composure, his thumb inched towards your inner thing before drifting away when he got close. Trailing his nose along your neck he muttered, “you smell so good”. Noticing a shift in your breathing now, he smiled against your skin.
When he lifted his head, the glint of longing in his eyes had you pulling him flush against you to relieve the ache. He dipped back down, kissing each mark he left on your skin before gradually making his way up towards your jaw. Grounding his hips at the same agonizing pace, his length grazed you. The thin fabric from your shorts and his boxers only heightened the pressure settling in your core.
Refusing to give in yet, you bit your bottom lip to stifle any moan that threatened to spill out. Drifting his head away from your neck now, Cameron traced your cheek before thumbing at your lip. Leaning back down, he pressed a kiss against your lips, trailing his hand down to cup your jaw.
Eagerly returning it, you ran your fingers across his back, pressing him closer. When he deepened the kiss you moaned, beginning to feel uncomfortable as the arousal pooled in your shorts. Cameron only pulled away to let you breathe, dropping his eyes to your parted lips. Brushing the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, he urged, “just tell me baby and I’ll give it to you”. Eyes lingering on your mouth for a second, he drew his gaze up.
Cameron had stopped all his movements, staring down at you with a tantalizing glint in his eyes. You held your demeanor all of two seconds before folding. He drove you crazy whenever he did this, so it was only fair to reciprocate. Urging, “Ok… come here”, you gently drew your nails against his sides. Once he leaned in close you confessed, “Wanted you to fully feel what you do to me… how much you affect me”.
“Yea…?”. His eyes shifted between yours before adding, “how much is that…?” eagerly pulling him in for a kiss, you dipped your finger in the waistband of his boxers.
Parting from him, you spoke against his lips, “how much do you want to know that hm…?”. A grin broke out on his face before he lifted his body. Taking that moment to quickly remove your tank top, you then shifted your attention to his boxers. Cameron watched as you gradually pulled them down until his dick sprung out, slapping his stomach in the process. Briefly standing to take the rest off, he took his place back on top of you, sliding your shorts down your legs in an unhurried pace. Slightly pushed past the point of patience, you circled them around his waist, urging him to come close.
He stayed in his position, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze as he prodded, “put it in baby, show me how much”. Listening, you brought your hand down to align him before pressing his hips closer with your legs. A moan fell from your lips at the feeling of him gliding in. Watching while you guided him in, Cameron kept your thighs parted so he could have a clear view. The pressure sent a wave of arousal through your core once he settled inside. Choosing that moment to look at him, your breath faltered when you made eye contact.
Leaning back down, Cameron wrapped an arm underneath your back, circling your waist while he placed his other one above your head, holding himself up. Coming in for a kiss, he set a slow, steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth. Hands roaming across his back, you moaned into his mouth, drawing him closer. Briefly parting to bite your bottom lip, he increased the pace of his thrusts, deepening the kiss. Groaning when you contracted around his length, he tightened his grip on your waist.
Growing light headed, you parted from his lips, dragging your hand up his back to grasp onto him. Immediately shifting to pepper kisses along your cheek, he released a desperate groan as the wet reverberating sound from his thrusts filled the room. When his face came into view, you mewled out, “Cameron”, pleading while your orgasm started gradually swirling in your core.
Eyes scanning your face, he questioned, “this is what I do to you?” Silently nodding, your mind grew blank with each lingering thrust. “Say it”. Cameron was quick to spot when you reached the fine line of mumbling out any unfiltered thought before slipping into a state of incoherence. Dropping close to your ear, he enticed, “tell me how much you love it”.
Mumbling out, “you do this to me every day”, the words spilled out of you. The longer you stared up at him in a spacy manner, the more outspoken you became. “Feel like this around you all the time”. Thighs trembling, a breathy, “F-fuck”, escaped you. “C-can’t help it, I love I it, s-so much”. Resolve snapping upon hearing the admission leave your mouth, Cameron let out a low groan as he went in for a kiss. Lips swollen at this point, you fervently returned it, finding a steady rhythm nipping at each other’s bottom lip when breaking for air before going back in for more. Trailing an arm to his broad shoulders, you desperately dragged your nails across the back of his neck.
Snaking both arms under you now, Cameron trailed his hands down to grip your ass, slightly elevating your hips to meet his thrusts. The subtle change caused his abdomen to grind against your clit with each plunge of his dick. Mind quickly descending into the familiar blissful sensation of pleasure, your hand sprawled around pushing at his chest before you clawing at it. Breaking the kiss to release a shaky moan, you cried out, “Oh f-fuck-, Cam!”
Having lost all sense of composure, Cameron grunted, dropping his head to your neck as he began uttering vulgar endearments near your ear. “Cant help it either. You know I cant get enough of you. Can’t get enough of this pussy either”. Keeping one hand in place on his neck, the other shifted, clutching at his side. Thrusts growing relentless now, he twitched, feeling your arousal seep out along his skin with each brush against your clit. Vision blurring, you threw your head back into the pillows. Moaning, you pulsed around him while the sensation stirring in your stomach steadily grew in intensity.
Stuttering out, “f-fuck”, Camerons groan was muffled against your skin. “You know what you do to me baby, don’t you?”. Whimpering, you attempted to nod your orgasm approached. Lifting his head to speak directly into your ear, he coaxed, “cum around this dick, show me how I make you feel”. Eyes swiftly shutting, you arched in his grasp, clawing down his back while heat spread throughout your core, leaving you breathless. Writhing underneath him, your thighs shook. Hips faltering, he tensed, letting out a guttural groan while ropes of cum spilled out. Feeling the warmth of his cum, another wave of pleasure tingled through your body.
Once your breathing had returned to normal you gradually opened your eyes, soothingly trailing your nails along his neck. Shifting his hands down to embrace your thighs, Cameron lazily pulled his head up, gently nudging your cheek in the process. Blissfully relaxed, you gave him a warm smile. “I love you”.
Sporting a similar expression, Cameron rubbed small circles into your skin absentmindedly. “I love you”.
To wind down the night, you two started discussing the future after Cameron, unprompted, began talking about children.
“Five kids?!”
“Yea.”
“Absolutely not.”
Chuckling, he questioned, “Four?”
“You’re serious?”
“Yea! Cmon four’s not bad, that’s an even number”. Giving him an incredulous look, a small laugh escaped you.
“Three max, that’s it!”
“Truth be told I don’t care how many we have, I just want a family with you.”
Gaze softening, you smiled as you traced his jaw. “I do too”. Leaning in to press a lingering kiss on his lips, you mumbled, “three is a good number”.
You and Cameron spent the remainder of the trip soaking in the last little bit of island time that you could. On the last night you two decided to end the day watching the sunset once more. Thoroughly tired from exploring the mainland, you chose to enjoy the view from the terrace in one of the deck chairs.
Comfortably wrapped in his arms, you released a soft exhale as you thought about the week. Remembering how fondly you spoke about the Bahamas when you were recalling your favorite trip, Cameron interrupted your thoughts. “After this trip, how do you feel about this place now?”
“Hmm I love it even more. To be honest, it might just be my favorite place now”.
“I’m taking note of that”. Quiet for a moment, Cameron thought to remind himself to look into buying a permanent residence down here when you two left.
“What about you? We came here to celebrate after all”.
“Oh, it became my favorite place on the first night. We’re coming back for sure.”
Sister the end of February is tomorrow... do you know you have 30 minutessssss 😭😭
Right… sooo abt this 🥴. There’s zero shot I’ll be able to post it before the day is over because I *severely* underestimated how much time it’d take me to finish BUT it is a guarantee it will be posted in the beginning of March. Thank y’all for being patient, STAY WITH ME PLSSS !! (There’s a lottt of components in this one 🌚).
- Lover girl pt 3 will likely *actually* be out before February ends (don’t be mad, pleasee give me some grace), my course load has me BUSYY this semester 😩
- I’ve been contemplating on whether I should also start writing for Tyriq Withers character in Reminders of Him when it comes out but idk, what do yall think??
