: ̗̀➛ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: cameron cade x best friend black!reader
: ̗̀➛ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: M 18+, NSFW
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: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: best friends who finally do the do.
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“Damn baby, why didn’t you tell me you had all this good pussy?”
Cameron mumbled against your bare leg that were currently hiked over his broad shoulder, his voice dripping with admiration a lot sweeter than the way he was fucking you.
The question was rhetorical but emphasised just how much he was enjoying being inside of you.
Goosebumps broke all over the surface of your flushed and damp skin, choking on a whiny moan as your cunt tightly squeezed and pulsated around him. The throbbing sent a shiver down the length of his spine and settled in his bones. A flurry of chopped sobs poured from your mouth as your climax began to climb. You were so close. And he could feel it all.
You would have tried to answer his question but in truth - you didn’t know how to.
The two of you met during freshman in college - sharing the same physiotherapy classes and the two of you instantly clicked. When he first approached you - you couldn’t believe that he’d even talk to you. When you first arrived on campus, his name was uttered in every corner. He was the person to know because of his projected career. You had wanted to keep away from him - you didn’t like attention being drawn to you at all but Cameron just had to be enrolled on your course.
Even worse, he came to sit next to you.
You stilled at just making eye contact with him. Low sitting blue eyes, dimples deep as he smiled, rosy lips begging for attention and from his seated position alone you could tell that he was tall. He made sure that you couldn’t ignore him and you hated that fell for his charm, hook, line and sinker.
The attraction was shared and the chemistry intensified with each interaction but nothing ever came off it.
Football. Girlfriends. Endorsements. A great rookie career - all of it got in the way.
So friendship is what you settled for and you were grateful just to be a part of his journey.
Unfortunately for you, he was relentless. The friendship status did not matter to him at all and Cameron steadily flirted with you like the devil of temptation resided in his flesh. Always hanging around, giving you his undivided attention when you were close. Treating you just on the edges of a girlfriend, yet always teasing the word ‘friend’ in front of you. You always let it wash over you because being close to him in any capacity was worth it.
That attraction however, could not be denied and could not be hidden. And he’d picked up on it and he played with it - he played with you. He enjoyed teasing you. Kissing you on the neck, hands on your lower waist as he moved past you, hugs that lingered. Girlfriends be damned - you were the apple of his eye even if you denied what you were to him.
So that was how you found yourself in his penthouse - on a supposed regular night in with your best friend on his days off. So how you ended up in your current predicament was unbeknownst to you.
A movie, typical gossip, a game of tease.
From there all it took was a kiss.
A soft brush of your lips when he leaned down above you, whispering teasingly against your lips, fingers underneath your chin before gripping your jaw so that you couldn’t shift your eye contact away from him. So that he could see all of that want dripping out of your eyes.
“Do it.” You dared him.
And it was no surprise that he listened.
You had been so determined not to fall into his orbit and now you were on your back, sweating out your hairstyle, tank top ripped and panties pulled to the side as he manhandled you in every way. Your pussy stretched out and creaming around the thickest dick you’ve ever had in your life as you moaned in bliss. Fuck, you loved every second of it.
Cameron’s thrusts were deliciously brutal, his hips snapped into yours as your legs hang over his shoulders. He fucked you like you were a bitch in heat and you sounded just like one. Your mouth dropped open as your cries and whines could not be contained, sounding real pretty for him.
He breathed heavily through his nose at the sight your cream coating the length of his dick. Cam wedged his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and gripped tight. He used your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper.
The heat of the bedroom was making you delirious as much as the way his fat mushroom tip was pushing against your softest spots. You were so loud and Cameron drank all of your sounds by shushing you with rough kisses.
The wet clapping emitting from where your bodies connected was getting so loud, Cameron had to look down. His loud moan barely registered through the fog clouding your senses.
“You’re sooo fucking wet baby. Gushing all that good shit all over me, fuuuccckkk.”
You were looking up at him, doe eyed, a soft crease pinching in-between your eyebrows with your teeth biting onto your bottom lip as you tried to control it. He was hitting all of your good spots and it was so intense, it sat like a weight on your chest.
Then, Cameron pushed your legs back so that your knees were touching your ears and he moved to hover directly above you. He used his upper body to contort you into the perfect position for him - ready for his taking and you were in awe with how it left you feeling. The weight of pleasure sinking into your bones, deeper and deeper.
“O-oooh!” You gasped as you pulled on the sheets underneath your fingertips.
His beautiful, blue eyes never left your face as he watched your pretty face surrender into the pleasure he was delivering. Your eyebrows drew together tighter, as if you were about to cry, your lips forming into an ‘o’ form as he slowed down his strokes, letting you enjoy the feel of him. Inch by inch.
Soft curves and hard muscles colliding into each other. Naked,skin on skin - still, felt like there was a barrier between the two of you. The thought slamming into you, nothing will ever be enough, you will always want more. Cameron groaned as he felt the pain of your nails breaking into the skin of his back as you unintentionally brought him closer.
You were begging for him without words and that caused him to smirk in satisfaction. Cameron couldn’t believe you had been keeping this type of connection away from him. The type of connection that quenched your thirst but left you famished for more.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling fingers tracing his bottom lip, tugging it free from his teeth. He placed a tender kiss on the inside pad of your thumb before his eyes drew back to where your bodies connected. The sight of it caused all of his blood to soar down to his aching dick.
Slathered all over his base was milky white. It built up generously and it accumulated so much the flapping wetness caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He couldn’t believe you’d ever get this wet.
“Yeahhh mamas, I can’t believe she’s this wet for me …”
Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slammed back in, the wetness drawing a delicious drag with drag. He threw his head back as a deep groan left him. The sound was so primal it sent nasty shivers down your spine and settled in your pelvis.
But you didn’t move your hand away from his pelvis as he was folding you even deeper. In fact, Cameron, lowered his upper body until he was completely folded over yours. His pelvis ground against your clit, his trimmed hair brushing your clit - hard.
Cameron was wild in his lust.
He sucked bruising kisses into your neck, his tongue trailed hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It was all consuming, overwhelming. His long tongue flattened against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth which made you lightheaded.
Blood rushed to your ears as he ground his hips up again, hammering away at that spot inside you but not enough to make you cross eyed and your hand pressed on his abdomen.
Cameron kept his eyes on as you gasped desperately. Your eyes closed as he nipped at your bottom lip which caused you to sigh softly. His tongue darted out and soothed the sting of your bite before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed, “Move that hand, baby.”
You didn’t move your hand but he did it for you. He grabbed your wrist and trapped it above your head as he drilled into you. Your mind was mush the more he thrusted into you so you didn’t even try to think straight. Cameron was so caught up in the moment - not just from the heat of your pussy but how tight and how creamy you were.
Letting out a string of swears, Cameron captured them by bringing your mouth into another overwhelming kiss. His cock aching whilst he swallowed your wails as you twitched and ached around him.
Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Cam gave another harsh yet hard roll of his hips into your swollen opening while he was battering at that tender spot inside of you and then … you were coming.
And fuck! You were coming, hard. Your nails clawed at Cam’s rigged muscles as a swarm of stars completely eclipsed your vision whilst your body went into shock with wave after wave of vicious pleasure.
Your wails were so loud, you struggled to recognise your voice. But Cameron had a clear view to the ecstasy flooding your face he pumped his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s it, babygirl … I love the way you’re cumming all over me…”
Tears spilled from your eyes and you were close to passing out when Cam dropped his head into your chest and took one of your swollen nipples into his mouth, his thrusts slowing down in tempo as he shot his cum deep inside of your heat with a muffled groan.
He filled you up to the brim and then popped out your nipple out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
The both of you were riddled with tiredness, thighs were killing you, and your body was trembling like a leaf but a grin had etched onto your lips regardless as Cameron placed calming kisses everywhere his lips could touch.
He slowly pulled out, warm yet concerned eyes checking over you for any sign of discomfort as you basked in the glow of the aftermath. Your eyes closed as you sank into the softness of the blankets beneath you. You left his kisses on your cheeks in the tender way that you’d grown accustomed to.
“You okay sweet girl? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, baby. I’m good.” You shook your head as you hummed in satisfaction. You felt him shift away from the bed, leaving you in your peaceful lonesome until you felt him wipe you down gently with a wet towel. You heard a thud as he tossed to rag onto on the floor when he was done.
You felt the bed dip beside you before Cameron slipped up behind you. Your hands reached behind you and brought him closer with a soft hum. You had crossed that line in your friendship and you couldn’t process what it meant for the future for the both of you. But you’d bask in whatever this moment meant for you.
Cameron nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “We’ll never just be friends after this.” He mumbled.
He was right about that. Nothing would ever be the same.
Cameron had you bent over the balcony, one hand wrapped in your hair and the other on your hip as he thrusted deep into you.
You two had met on Instagram a good while ago, Cameron would flirt heavy underneath your posts—not to the point where he looked thirsty, just enough to intrigue you.
One day he slid into your DM’s and you two have been talking since. Whether it was texting or on FaceTime until the sun came up, it was really all you two could do, with you being in different cities and all.
So when you told Cameron that you had to come to his city for a business trip, he took it upon himself to make all your biggest fantasies come true.
Balcony sex, in the front of the mirror, cockwarming…
You had told him all this on a late night, never thinking you’d get the opportunity to actually do it.
“Cam—“ you moaned out, you were on the brink of coming again. Eyelids heavy as you looked out at the city in front of you.
All he did was speed up in response, fucking you through your orgasm. Your legs felt like jello as you held onto the rail, Cameron holding you up as his thrust continued. Your moans turned into soft sobs of pleasure, you reached back to him in attempt to make him slow down.
“Nah, take this dick.” He moved your hand out the way, “all that shit you was talking in them messages, you better take this shit.”
“Fuckkk.” You cried out.
“You got it, mama. You got it.” He praised.
Your mind went blank, it was like his words were hypnotic. You pushed back against him, fucking yourself silly.
“You taking it so good, ma. Shit.” Cameron moaned, throwing his head back.
Your next orgasm came quick. Cam pulled you up completely, your back arching against him as his hand wrapped around your neck. For a brief moment you were impressed by how strong he was, until he pulled out of you now all you could focus on was how empty you felt.
He turned you to face him, planting soft kisses on your face as you melted into him.
“You good?” He tilted your chin up so that you were looking directly at him. You nodded. “You did so good for me, mama but I ain’t done with you yet.”
He guided you over towards the daybed that sat on this oversized balcony, he laid you down gently before crouching in front of you, leg placed on his shoulder as he kissed you softly. Starting from your ankle, all the way up to your inner thigh.
His tongue pressed against you in a long, slow lick that made your breath catch, savoring every reaction he got from you. He sat there buried in between your thighs, lapping up all your juices on his tongue. He took your clit in his mouth, releasing it with a pop. Your hand rested on the side of his head, moans escaping from your lips as you brought yourself to look at him.
“Cam, Cammmm, fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out.
And with that, he stopped.
You let out a loud groan, that turned into a whine.
“Why?!”
All he did was let out a low chuckle, pulling you up before sitting next to you on the daybed.
“I’ll eat that pussy all day if I could.” He says next to you.
You turn towards him, “You can.”
It probably sounded pathetic or desperate but in the moment you didn’t care, you needed to feel him in some type of way.
His lips formed into a small smirk, “I’ll hold you to that, baby.”
His hand found your throat during the kiss, just resting there momentarily before he scooted back, making you follow him. You were on your knees, back arched like a cat as you chased his lips. Cameron took in the view, stopping you before you could kiss him again.
“You know where I want you.”
You bit your lip in anticipation, swinging one leg over him and lining yourself up with him. You slowly sunk down on him, not breaking eye contact once. You let out a soft whimper as you took him all in, eyebrows furrowing at the pleasure.
“Don’t move until I say so,” he warned softly.
You nodded, and his lips found yours again almost instantly. The kiss was messy and heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hand slid back to your throat, fingers curling there with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.
A quiet sound escaped you when your hips shifted instinctively beneath him.
He pulled back just enough for his lips to hover over yours, eyes dark and focused entirely on you.
“You wanna come, don’t you?”
You nodded quickly.
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Use your words, mama.”
“Yes, Cam,” you whispered.
“How bad you want it?”
You placed your hands on his bare chest as you leaned up to kiss him softly again. “Please,” you breathed against his lips. “Please, baby.”
His jaw tightened slightly at the sound of your voice, like hearing you beg did something dangerous to his self control. His thumb brushed along your cheek before sliding down to tilt your chin up toward him again.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Go ahead.”
You rolled your hips against him, immediately feeling your next orgasm creep up on you. You threw your head back as one of his hands caressed your boob, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipple. He took it between his two fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze. You rolled your hips faster, the pleasure building up inside of you. Your mouth fell open, body jolting forward because you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore.
“Fuckkkk! Cam. You feel so good.”
“Yeah? You gon come for me?” He whispered in your ear, “Come all over this dick, baby.”
Cameron wrapped his arms around you, fucking you through your orgasm. Your moans were so loud you’re sure the neighbors could hear you but you didn’t care. The whole city could hear you and you wouldn’t give a damn.
After you came, your head hit his chest. Panting, with your hair sticking to your forehead. Cameron rubbed your back, whispering soft praises in your ear.
“All that shit you was talking in them texts…” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your skin. “You was real bold for somebody that can barely keep her eyes open now.”
“Shut up.” You mumbled, playfully rolling your eyes.
Cameron pressed a kiss to the top of your head, still holding you close while your breathing slowly evened out.
“You good?” he murmured softly.
You nodded against his chest, too exhausted to say much. A lazy smile pulled at your lips when his fingers brushed the damp hair away from your forehead.
You gon argue with me or get your pussy ate?- Cameron Cade 18+
summary- Cameron’s long practices are affecting you more and more and you finally confront him. It doesn’t really go your way though.
cw- oral(f receiving), arguing(kind of one sided), uhhh idk if there’s any more
authors note- yall this audio has been stuck in my head for a minuteee and i had to write something😭 this is also rushed and i was half asleep writing but enjoy!
Cameron’s football practices have been long. Longer than usual and it’s been rubbing you the wrong way for awhile but you never said anything.
After he missed another planned date—which was supposed to be movie night—you were officially fed with him. You stayed up on couch with a cold bowl of popcorn, waiting for him to come in.
It was nearly 2am when he stepped in the house. He cut on the lights to see you sitting there, tapping your manicured nail on your knee.
“Baby I mean’t to call but-”
“I don’t wanna hear it Cameron.” You held up your hand before he could finish speaking. “I’ve been listening to excuses for weeks! It seems like every time we plan something, you end up having practice. You’re too busy in the day to try to even make plans, so I really don’t know what to do anymore! And-”
Just as you were about to continue your rant, Cameron dropped his bags of heavy football equipment at the door and walked into the living room. He dropped to his knees in front of you without a word.
Cameron's face was ridden with tiredness as he kneeled there. "Baby.." He swallowed hard, looking up at you. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much this was hurting you—hurting us." His eyes flickered between your furious expression and the uneaten popcorn on the coffee table. The pain he caused was evident.
Without asking, he reached out slowly then gently took one of your hands in both of his—roughed up from practice—and pressed a kiss to your knuckles like a prayer for forgiveness.
He began to direct his kisses to your knees that were pressed together as you sat with your feet under you.
“Now are you gonna keep arguing or let me apologize the right way?” He looked up at you again, more assertively this time. His hands moved up past your knee, and began rubbing your thighs—higher and higher.
Your breath caught and your anger melted away into a different kind of heat. When you didn’t answer, he hooked his thumbs behind your knees and parted your legs.
“Are you gonna answer me or do I have to answer for you?”
“Apologize the right way…” You breathed out. He dragged your body forward to the edge of the couch and gazed at the wet patch on your lacy panties.
His thumb pressed down into your center, making you squirm. “You sitting here yelling at me knowing you’re soaking like you’re in heat.” He mumbled without even looking back up at you.
You couldn't even form a sentence before his fingers hooked onto the fabric and slid them to the side, revealing your dripping pussy to the cold air.
He leaned in, blowing air into that little button teasingly before diving in and licking from your entrance to your clit and wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh my- Cameron!” You gasped out loud as he suckled hard on your clit whilst swirling his tongue around it.
“Feel good, don’t it?” he groaned into you.
His hand splayed across your stomach, holding you down while he feasted on you. Argument and problems were far gone out of your mind.
Your mind was blank except for the way your boyfriend was eating you out, and it was really fucking good.
“Feels so fucking—shit—good!”
That feeling began to build up in your lower half the more Cameron lapped at your juices flowing out like nectar.
“I’m gonna cum, Cam.”
He smirked up at you and stroked two fingers up and down your slit before sliding them in, joining his mouth in the pleasure.
“Go ahead and cum for me, Ma.” He wasted no time curling and thrusting his fingers while still flicking his tongue around your clit.
Your back arched off the couch the best it could with his hand holding you down. Your words turned into incoherent rambles as he fingered and licked you into an intense orgasm.
“Good fucking job…” he teased mockingly, chuckling after.
“Shit, shit, shittt…” The orgasm was prolonged by Cameron’s fingers that were still plunging into you but now at a slower pace. He made sure to get all that he could out of you.
“Look at all that goodness…” He mumbled and leaned in to clean up the mess between your legs with his tongue. After about a minute, he lifted his head and sucked your release off his fingers.
“I’m sorry again. I’ll talk to Coach, try to get some days off.” He rose off his knees and bent down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
What caught you by surprise was him scooping you up bridal style and hauling you to your shared bedroom.
“I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow because I’m spending all night making it up to you,” you laughed, knowing he was dead serious about his promise.
Summary: Nate Jacobs and Cameron Cade has always been heated rivals with they're football teams and they're personal Intentions they have with each other. Nate has always envied Cameron.
And thinks he's just a pretty boy who's a spoiled nepo baby that gets everything handed to him.
But everything changes that night when Cameron confronts Nate about disrespecting his girl at a night club.
Warning: N word usage,Violence, Sexual Harassment, Language, Swearing, Alcohol,Smoking,Drugs and more.
The scenery of Raven's skyrise apartment was in pure chaos due to her getting ready with her two best friends Kylie and Ari.
Makeup products where plastered everywhere on top of Raven's glass vanity, clothes, Stilleto heels, designer bags where laying chaotically on the white leopard matt of Raven's walk in closet.
The girls where multitasking finishing they're last few touches of there hair and makeup putting on there vintage 2010s desginer Stilleto heels all while cheerfully singing to Partynextdoor's "Point me to the dancers".
The trio of three looked like some sexy and gorgeous video vixens getting ready to star in a music video that's just how determined they are to look like the baddest girls in the club.
Raven was wearing a black cross body jumpsuit that hugged her coke bottle body in all the right places. Her long luscious voluminous platinum blonde curls cascading down her back perfectly due to the help of her sliver pin curls, gold layered jewelry, her face was beat to the gods with lash extensions and a cute pink ombre gloss lip combo decorated her full lips.
She knew that if her boyfriend Cameron Cade was here to see her right now he'd would've gone into a frenzy about how beautiful she looked.
Her best friends looked just as good as her Kylie was wearing a black bandage dress with layered sliver jewelry face was also beat but more on the softer side. Her hair was styled in the trendy "Cassie braids" hairstyle she was also borrowing her friend's christian louboutin's heels and black chanel purse for the night.
Ari was working effortlessly with a half up half down hairstyle while wearing a bage cheetah print jumpsuit with a "V" line in the middle while also wearing bage furr Stilleto red bottom heels. Her makeup being 2014 inspired with a nude gloss lip combo also borrowing her friend's bage chanel purse to match her outfit.
You'd probably would've been thinking how the hell does Raven have all these expensive materialistic stuff it was because of her amazing boyfriend Cameron Cade who didn't mind spending his dimes on his princess.
Because he knew that she was a one of a kind dimes herself Raven was a independent woman who didn't really need to depend on a man for help but when her and Cameron started dating she didn't mind him offering to help her with her average everyday living and spoiling her with his money and love.
Raven loved him so much and so did Cameron vice versa they both are young in they early 20s but they know that they are just right for each other.
"Girls we are indeed gonna get fucked tonight look at us we all look fineee" Ari said while whining her hips in the mirror to Gunna's "WGFT" while checking herself out in the mirror satisfied with her look.
Raven and Kylie both shared giggles of joy laughing at they homegirl Ari already knowing she's gonna be the drunkest one at the club. They were getting there belongings together getting ready to head out the door to the function until Raven's phone ringed.
Incoming FaceTime call: "HUSBAE CAMMY😍😘"
Raven wasted no opportunity in swiping the green icon button with the biggest smile on her face showing off her pretty pearly whites.
"Hiii Sexy I miss you so much I'm so glad you've finally called me" Raven said with the jolliest tone in her voice with a hint of humor behind. Her boyfriend Cameron has been busy training and practicing for the upcoming super bowl and she was so happy and proud of her man and his team accomplishing such a honorable goal.
Cameron was on the other side of the phone looking as fine as ever. He was wearing a black button up t-shirt with his signature two gold chains laying neatly on his collar shirt his cross necklace shining he was biting and licking his lips at how good his girlfriend looked his blue eyes slightly darkening.
"I miss you more babygirl and shit you look good as fuck you always looking gorgeous I hate when you tease me Ma"
Raven ran her tongue over her lips with a soft giggle escaping her lips as she herd her boyfriend groaned at the other side of the screen "Babe you know I love teasing you it's just shows you that you gotta earn it I know you want this boy" Raven angled her phone to show Cameron her sexy outfit while running her long black and white Stilleto designer nails down her outfit while letting out another giggle as she heard her boyfriend cursed under his breath.
"Girl stop playing wit me wit'cho pretty ass you know I earnt all that shit fair and square you're mine baby" Cameron said on the other side of the phone licking his pink rosey lips while slightly furrowing his eyebrows at his girl teasingly.
Raven bit her lips at cam and gotten all shy as she turned to laugh at her friends "Baby stop talking to me like that my girls are here with me and you making me hot" Raven fanned herself playfully as her girls where clowning her for being geeked for her man.
"Can y'all two seriously get a room like hello y'all so nasty" Kylie beckord playfully side eyeing the blushing girl right beside her.
"Baby you started it and now I'm just finishing the game princess" Cameron grinned causing Raven to playfully role her eyes. "Tell yo homegirls I said stop bullying you"
And as on cue Ari snatches the phone away from her bestie's hand and pointed her manicure finger at Cameron. "FIRST OF ALL NIGGA WE AIN'T BULLYING HER" Ari playfully yelled at the quarterback star "SECOND OF ALL YOU GONE MAKE US LATE TO THIS DAMN PARTY RAVEN TELL YO MAN TO HANGUP THE DAMN PHONE"
Raven and Ari both burst out in a fit of laughter "NOT TOO MUCH ON MY MAN KNOW" Raven playfully yelled while still laughing hard at her man and her besties going back and forth on the phone.
"Ight ight I'm done fooling with y'all" Cameron exclaimed calming down from his comebacks he had for you're homegirls who was checking him down and turning all his attention back to his girlfriend.
"So baby how are you feeling about the upcoming super bowl are you nervous, excited on a scale to 1 to 10"
"Well this is something I have always dreamed of since I was a little Youngin with big dreams and goals so I can fully admit that I am super excited and besides I'm the motherfuckin' goat baby"
"BOY BYE YOU AIN'T SHIT" Kylie exclaimed while Ari snorts and put her ten cents in "You really think you're bigger than the program but you're not" Ari and Kylie both stick they're tongues out at Cameron clowning him and Raven rolled her eyes at her two besties clowning her man slightly getting annoyed.
"Can y'all stop for real y'all heard my man he said he the MOTHERFUCKIN' GOAT" "EXACTLY BABY THANK YOU" Cameron hollered through the phone matching his girlfriend's energy.
All three of the girls walking out of the apartment complex they're friend stayed at as the cool breeze of the city nightlife scenery hits their faces effortlessly.
The girls made they way to Raven's Mercedes AMG grey vehicle as Raven inserted herself in the driver's seat, Ari in the passenger seat and Kylie in the backseat sitting in the middle.
Raven propped her IPhone pro max in the case that held her phone effortlessly. Disconnecting her Bluetooth from the radio so Kylie can connect her Bluetooth.
As Raven put her seat belt on as well as the girls and getting they belongings situated in the back seat as raven slowly but carefully pulled out of the parking lot and started driving.
"So baby I heard y'all was gonna play against the east highland Seahawks this year in the super bowl" Raven nervously said as she slightly looked at her boyfriend through her phone screen the reason why her sudden mood changed from playfulness to nervousness was because she knew that the Seahawks was the Saviors biggest rivalry in football.
And to make matters worst the Seahawks quarterback star Nate Jacobs was Cameron Cade's biggest enemy of all times.
Cameron ran his huge left hand through his shaved head his whole mood and body language turning into all serious mode his sexy husky voice deepen as he parts his lips to speak.
"To be honest yeah we're going to be playing against them niggas in the NFL lead this season and I can't even front I was pissed as fuck when coach confirmed the news to us but I can't let my emotions get the best of me this time we have to take this trophy home with us despite no matter much I fucking hate Nate Jacobs"
Raven frowned effortlessly at her boyfriend's changed of mood she knew that the seahawks and the saviors didn't get along with each other too well but however Cameron did get along with one of the teammates from the Seahawks and that teammate being the one and only "Fezco" well actually ex-member cause Fez hated Nate his damn self. He actually ended up beating Nate up on the field during a football game due to him disrespecting Cameron's late father who was a famous NFL athlete and every sense then cam couldn't be more thankful that fez had took up for him.
And they've been cool ever since.
"I'm so proud of you for realizing that baby you've got this and we're all gonna be cheering for you and the saviors to win the super bowl you're father would've been soo proud of you Cammy" Raven Said as she tried to lighten up the mood by trying to cheer her man up by giving a big smile.
"Thank you so much princess I appreciate you're support and words of encouragement just now that you're the one that keeps me going for real over here trynna make me cry and shit" Cameron says sarcastically while pretending to whipe away his fake tears which earning a laugh from his girl and her besties.
As Raven pulled into the driveway of the packed night club "11:11" and was lucky enough to find a empty parking spot she parked the mercades effortlessly and neatly while pushing the power button off signaling her boyfriend she's getting ready to go inside the club with her friends.
"Oh y'all getting ready to go inside and turn up i ain't gon hold you up i just wanted to say hi to yo pretty ass cause I missed you a lot and also y'all gone be straight in there?"
Cameron immediately went into protective boyfriend mode. he had a serious facial expression on his face that read "I'll fuck a bitch ass nigga up on who play and touches on what's mine"
Raven chuckled and giggled at her boyfriend finding him so adorable that he gets all overprotective and possessive over her "Yeah Cammy I got it I'm a big girl I can handle myself" Raven sweetly cooed to her boyfriend being so caring and thoughtful.
"Ight I trust you mama but if I have to come up there and blow a nigga's brains out then I fucking will" Cameron said playfully but she could tell by the way his tone of voice deepening at the last threat he was not fucking playing at all.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Antitode by Travis Scott was booming throughout the club atmosphere with sweaty booties moving reckless on the dance floor, some people were in the VIP rooms hooking up some we're doing all types of drugs like molly, co-caine, coke and more sinful drugs and the group of people who we're doing those things were none other than Nate Jacobs and his seahawks teammates.
Nate was faced down snorting coke off the table while his obnoxiously loud friend group cheered him on while doing so Nate got up and threw his head back taking in the antitode slowly.
"YO NATE YOU WILD AS FUCK BRO" a Seahawk teammate hollered over the loud rap music playing from the speakers of the DJ sipping out of a glass bottle of Ciroc running his fingers through his blonde hair.
"I know I am" Nate said with no emotion shown on his face "man I'm bored as fuck where the hoes at" nate said as he put the brown 1942 Don Julio bottle to his lips eyeing every girl in the club to be his next victim and one night stand.
McKay stood leant against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest smoking a Cuban link blunt while having a scowl on his face staring his teammate nate down
"C'mon nate please don't start no shit with these females tonight next weekend is the biggest day of our lives bro and you're going to jeopardize it by doing some dumb fuck shit"
"McKay I wish you would shut the fuck up sometimes wit yo pussy ass i ain't gone jeopardize shit in this bitch I can get any girl that I want" Nate says while having the most devilish smirk on his first while staring McKay down.
"Well all I know we gotta take this shit seriously because we're playing against The saviors next weekend and they quarterback star Cameron cade ain't noting to be fucked with that nigga's ice cold when it comes down to the field" McKay exclaimed taking three more pulls of his Cuban link blunt before dipping it in the ashtray.
Nate swore up and down everything stopped around him when McKay said that everything stopped especially after hearing his biggest enemy name Cameron Cade.
"What in the everlasting fuck did you just say to me McKay?" there was no emotion in Nate's voice nor in his facial expression he was actually pretty fucked up and numbed to the feeling but when he heard Cameron's name that what he wasn't so numb he was actually pretty bothered.
Nate ain't wasted no opportunity charging at McKay his face is so close to his face that McKay uncomfortably shifts underneath Nate's grip
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I CAN TAKE EVERYTHING THAT CAMERON CADE HAS AWAY FROM HIM YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!"
Nate screams in McKay's face entirely his spit and saliva showcasing after every word he says his dark brunette hair slightly messy from all the drugs,weed and alcohol he's been doing all night.
"NATE IT AIN'T EVEN THAT SERIOUS NIGGA I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY THE FUCK YOU HATE CAMERON SO MUCH HE'S A GOOD CHILL DUDE I MET HIM BEFORE AND BACK THE FUCK UP BEFORE I HURT YOU"
Nate hadn't responded to McKay's threats right away instead he calmy walked away from him going back to the coke table slightly bending down taking the small grey metal card up to his nostrils and inhaling the co-caine through his nose slowly taking in the drugs in his veins.
Nate's messy brunette hair had covered the side profile of his face while he started laughing historically while having the most delivlish grin on his face.
The way he was laughing you would've thought this nigga was the joker or something.
Mckay stood there slightly clenching his Jaw at Nate as he opens his mouth to speak "look man I'm just trying to help you out ight? Cameron cade ain't noting to be fucked with man I'm telling you"
"Yo Mckay why you all up on Cameron's dick you must be his bitch or something?" A seahawks teammate says while bickering and snorting technically high off Molly.
"Fuck No, I'm just trying to warn y'all and tell y'all Cameron ain't the type of nigga you would all wanna fuck with he's a menace" McKay's says rolling his eyes clearly tried of his teammates clowning him for warning them about the saviors quarterback star.
"Hey speaking of Cameron and bitches isn't his girlfriend here? I think I saw her earlier with her two homegirls and I can't even lie she's fine as fuck"
Nate says slowly walking over to the white curtains pulling them over to watch a gorgeous curvaceous brownskin girl swaying her hips to Jeremiah's "Planez" ft J-Cole.
Raven and her two best friends Kylie and Ari have been having a good time all night Free drinks, Free food, Good music they were all having a good time.
Until the fun they were having slowly dies down when none other than Nate Jacobs shows up.
Nate had slowly but quickly walked up to Raven and her homegirls slow grinding on the dance floor enjoying each other's company.
Nate's white button up shirt was unbuttoned revealing his solid hard rock abs, he wore an devilish evil smirk on his face but his eyes held no emotion whatsoever. All while his fingers gripping on the don Julio bottle tightly.
Kylie immediately stops dancing and notices Nate tall 6 foot frame walking towards them immediately her smile and happy energy slowly dying down becoming horrified by Nate's Jeepers creepers presence.
"Aw hell no man what the fuck Nate's doing I told this nigga- you know what I'm done i'mma just let him fuck around and find out for himself. on top of that he's literally the dumbest quarterback we have we gone lose the super bowl fa'sho"
Mckay quietly says to himself overly irritated at Nate's descion to mess with Cameron's Girl.
"R-Raven girl" Ari's shaky voice says out loud over the music while her body language changes from happy to creeped out. "I don't know if you notice but there's a tall creepy looking white boy getting ready to approach us getting ready to approach you"
"What are you two on about?" And as on cue raven turns around to face Nate already standing in front of her his 6 foot tall frame towering her 5'3 frame eyeing and staring her down greedily while checking her out and inhaling her Good Girl perfume scent"
"Cameron Cade got one bad ass bitch" Nate thought to himself biting his lips at the pretty girl before him.
"Can I help you?" Raven placed her hand on her hips slightly becoming annoyed and irritated that her girls night out with her two besties was getting ruined by Nate's Energy.
"Yes the fuck you can Pretty girl" I know who you are you're Raven Cameron Cade's Girl right" Nate says while pointing his fingers at Raven whilst holding the Don Julio bottle.
"Yes I am and if you don't get the fuck away from me and my friends you'll be dealt with you're creeping us all out" Raven said firmly bottle up her fists and clenching her jaw now more pissed off as ever.
She didn't want to pull her phone out of her chanel purse and call her boyfriend Cameron to come pick her up because she strictly told him that she was a big girl that can handle herself whenever he was not around to save her.
On the other end her two best friends Kylie and Ari wanted to get the everlasting fuck up outta there and call the police immediately but they trusted they're homegirl Raven for standing her ground around the tall brunette man that was preying on her.
"Woah woah wait a minute you a mean one aren't you" Nate eagerly cooed walking up more closer to Raven "I just wanted to come say hi to you Baby and then take you back to my penthouse to see if yo man Cameron really gets the Job done"
"Okay now I'm pissed the fuck off" Raven though to herself "excuse me?! But yes my man Cameron does get's the job done just like he gets the job done mopping you and the Seahawks off the field at those games"
Raven bitterly spat in Nate's face while having the most meanest mug on her face.
Nate's mood had changed from flirtatious to him going back to his signature emotionless angry self again.
He didn't waist no opportunity roughly grabbing Raven by her waist gripping her jaw with his free hand causing the girl to squeal underneath him.
Mckay immediately runs out to the scene to try to stop nate from hurting the girl. "NATE MAN WHAT THE FUCK LET HER GO YOU'RE GOING TO HURT HER"
Ari and Kylie had ran off to go ask for help leaving one of them to call the police to arrest nate.
"MCKAY SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE JUST HAD THE NERVE TO DISS US AND OUR TEAM FOR HER PUSS ASS NEPO QUATERBACK OF A BOYFRIEND "
Nate turn his head around to scream at mckay as he pushed Raven on the floor roughly causing her to fall hard to the ground with defeated tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Her two best friends ran up to her quickly helping her and comforting her letting they're friend know that the police is on there way.
"AND ON TOP OF THAT CAMERON AIN'T GONE DO SHIT HE AIN'T ABOUT THAT LIFE SO STOP TELLING ME ABOUT THAT DUDE, HE AIN'T COMING TO SAVE HIS BITCH"
Mckay just stands there angry more than ever at Nate slowly mouthing the words "I'm so sorry for him" To Raven and her friends.
And as on cue the atmosphere of the club slowly comes to a hault everybody paying there undivided attention to the pure chaos surrounding the club.
But until a 6 foot 5 man walks up to Nate from behind his light blue eyes are dark with Anger and Possessiveness of a man ready to put a cocky motherfucker in his place.
"So you think I ain't gon' do shit huh" on cue Nate turns around to be face to face with his biggest rivalry none other than "Cameron Cade"
Nate's mood slowly changes again with fake amusement as he sarcastically claps his hands together with the fakest smile on his face.
"Well is it ain't the one and only Cameron fucking Cade" here I was talking all that shit about you not showing up for you're bitch but here you are" Nate let's out a throaty laugh while clapping his hands loudly.
"HEY EVERYBODY WE GOT CAMERON CADE IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN BUILDING MAKES SOME NOISE FOR THIS FRAUD"
Nate screams over the crowd to get everyone hyped up raising his half drunken Don Julio Bottle to the ceiling.
Cameron didn't say noting he just stood there with the most coldest emotionless death stare changing at Nate while everyone hoots and hollers for him.
Cameron's deep voice was husky and steel like cold metal his body language was firm and serious staring at his girlfriend and her friends on the floor with fear in their eyes.
"Raven take you and you're friends to my car the doors are unlocked and the engine is on go wait outside for me cause I don't want neither of you to see what I'm about to do to this nigga"
"B-but Cam baby-" Raven stood up off the ground to protest but Cameron's loud Deep voice made her squeal and body jump.
"JUST GO! please baby" Cameron said and Raven and her friends did excalty just that having no problem to wait outside for Cameron after he was done with Nate Jacobs.
"I Swear on my father's life if you put you're hands on my girlfriend i'mma kill you nigga"
Cameron said as he walked up close to Nate. The sliver metal gun slightly glistening underneath his black button up shirt due to his gun case holding it.
"I did actually" nate replied that devilish smirk that he'd been wearing all night slowly making it's way back on his face. And speaking of you're deceased father he was one hell of a fraud. Too bad he died to see that his son was gonna become just like him.
"Oohs and oh shits" Decorated the club atmosphere as party go-byers took they're iphones out to record the heated intensity interaction between the two quarterback stars Nate Jacobs and Cameron Cade.
Cameron just stood there and said noting the same emotionless stare plastered across his insanely handsome face as his dark blue eyes began to water a little bit as his jaw clenched.
Nate obviously noticed and decided to take the opportunity to clown him. "Awwww are you about to cry Cameron?"
Nate says mastering the sweetest baby voice he could find.
"Is it because I keep on talking shit about you're deceased NFL father? Or is it the fact that I'm about to take you're girl and fuck her raw-"
Cameron immediately charges at Nate punching the brunette boy repeatedly over 39 times knocking his tall frame over.
Screams and choas started to erupted through the club as tables were being knocked down and glass bottles were breaking on the floor.
All you could here were Cameron's loud grunts and Nate whimpering in pain due to Cameron's violently devouring him.
Nate awfully punched Cameron won time in the face which cause his bottom lip to bleed. Cameron's head was also bleeding due to Nate pushing him on the floor.
But that didn't stop Cameron from turning Nate every which way lose. He dragged Nate's large body through the floor. All while gripping his brunette hair and slamming his head repeatedly on the club's marvel floor.
Until you could hear Nate's head skull visibly cracking.
Cameron turn Nate's almost lifeless body around and took out his big sliver gun and angeld at Nate's Jawline.
"GIVE ME ONE FUCKING GOOD REASON NOT TO TAKE YOU'RE LIFE RIGHT NOW NIGGA?" Cameron violently shouted at Nate's face drenched in deep red blood.
Nate couldn't open his mouth to speak due to his lips being busted and half of his teeth were practically gone from Cameron violently slamming his head on the hard floors.
"UH HUH NIGGA YOU WAS COUGHING ALL THAT SHIT TO ME AND MY GIRL NOW YO ASS WANNA GO MUTE" Cameron was damn near was about to pull the trigger to his sliver gun and blow Nate's brains out. But he decided not too.
Instead he slowly nods his head pulls nate closer to him and wack him hard with his cold metal gun until the brunette boy fell unconsciously on the floor between the tables.
Cameron stood up from his crotch position and fixed his posture up wiping the access co-caine powder from Nate's shirt.
He clenched his jaw staring down at nate's body drenched with blood and dark purple bruises as he spat his copper blood onto nate's body.
"Y'ALL NIGGAS GONE LEARN HOW TO STOP PLAYING WITH ME" Cameron shouted as he ran his bloody sliver gun on his neck like it was a knife. "DEAD BODY ALERT DEAD BODY ALERT AYE MCKAY COME PICK YO DEAD HOMIE UP"
And as on cue Cameron left up out of the club with the cockiest grin on his face a deep red cut decorating his lower bottom lip all while the side of his head was bleeding.
Drake's new song from his Iceman album "Janice STFU" played on the speakers.
A seahawks teammate was looking at Cameron in disgust like he was really that nigga not until Cameron jumped up at him causing the dreadhead male to fall down in fear.
Mckay walked over to nate with the straightest poker face he could master up while shaking his head.
"If fuck around and find out was a person I told you nate but you just can't seem to shut the fuck up all the time and now you had to deal with Cameron putting belt to ass for disrespecting his girl"
Mckay says as he starts to drag nate tall frame body to his car to take him to the hospital.
Cameron and Raven had made it safely back to the apartment complex. Ari and Kylie were safe and sound at there own homes too.
In the meantime Raven had put on her two peace Black lace camisole pajamas set all while still wearing her jewelry.
She was in her bathroom with her boyfriend pressing a alcohol pad to his bottom lip.
Cameron was shirtless his layered chains stuck to his tan skin like glue he was wearing his black sweatpants with his Calvin Kieln's boxer sllighty showing.
He decided to break the awkward tension between him and his girlfriend due to all the chaos they had to deal with.
"I thought you were a big girl Rav? I thought you could handle yourself" Cameron said lowly his light blue eyes meeting his girl's hazel brown ones.
"I know baby I'm sorry I tried but Nate just had gotten the best of me" Raven frowned lightly padding a large cotton pad up against Cam's head were his stitches were placed.
"I can't let these niggas hurt you and let something happen to you Raven you know I care so much about you and you're safety thank God that you were alive when I had gotten there cause that psychopath coulda had did anything to you"
Cameron was serious gazing at his girl throughout the mirror his icy blue eyes slightly changing colors again.
"I know baby I know I'm really truly grateful for you, you've saved my life and I couldn't be more grateful I love you so much Cameron"
Raven said sweetly staring into her boyfriend's eyes and admiring how handsome and sexy he looked with a cut lip.
"I love you too Ma, just know i'mma have to roll wit'chu wherever you go now" Cameron chuckled as he pulled his girlfriend in by the waist and kiss her passionately.
Raven rested her hands on Cameron's chest as she kissed him back they're tongues colliding deepening the kiss.
Cameron slowly pulled away and ran his hands down from Raven's waist down to her hips and then to her ass to cuff her right butt cheek in her lace shorts.
"Tell me why I shouldn't fuck you in front of this mirror right now mmmh?" Cameron said grinning staring at his girl with intensity.
Raven scoffs and removes herself out of Cameron's grip "Baby as much as I would love to do that. I'm tried and sleepy as hell it's 3:25 AM in the morning and we all had a long rough chaotic night.
Cameron shakes his head and chuckles a little as his girl's antics the veins his arms and biceps showcasing as he moves up off the counter and walks over to Raven towering her frame.
"You're pussy print in them lace pajama shorts telling me you ain't that tried for real" Cameron took the time to admire how beautiful his girlfriend was her. He was getting so turnt on at how pretty her titties was sitting perfectly in that camisole top and how them lace shorts was hugging her tick hips and thighs with the curve of her ass showcasing.
"You just gone wait for me to leave from out of you're apartment and then play with that soaking wet pussy finger fucking yourself into oblivion all while thinking about me and how I have you moaning and screaming my name"
Cameron says all of this while having the most sexiest smirk on his handsome face chuckling at his girlfriend's startled facial expression.
"You ain't gotta be shy or startled baby I know you like the back of my hand girl" Cameron says while pulling his girlfriend closer to kiss her intensely as they both fell on her queen sized bed"
Cameron hovering on top of his girlfriend while his gold necklaces dangling infront of her face as he placed soft intense kisses in the crook of her neck causing Raven to softly moan at the action.
"Mmmh Camm Daddy~" Raven softly says as her Stilleto nails softly gripping Cameron's back muscles carefully not to poke his skin with her sharp nails.
Raven knew that her man Cameron cade was the greatest of all time. She wouldn't want to trade his love in for anything else in this world. He was the motherfucking Goat at everything that he does does telling niggas off and putting bitches in they place when they tried to start some shit with his girl. He ain't played about his girl not one bit.
And if you tried to pull some shit with him and his girlfriend trust and believe that you would get dealt with just like how Nate Jacobs did tonight.
PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: in which your grades unintentionally start to slip, so Cameron prohibits you from any kind of sexual act until you fix them, which motivates you to put forth more effort than you did before. so the moment your final grades get released, you waste no showing them to him so you can get what you need. 🩷
you didn’t mean for it to happen, but once the damage was done, you knew you’d be in trouble.
you may or may not have goofed around with your friends for the first month and a half of the semester, unknowingly prioritizing fun over your academics. sure, your attendance was on point and you never missed an assignment, but when you started going out to frat parties almost every weekend with your homegirls, your grades unfortunately started to slip.
it all happened so fast — the parties, the drinking, the Friday night outings, the reckless fun that practically took over your life — but it all stopped as quick as it started once your midterm grades got released. Cs and below stared threateningly at you, and you swore you felt your heart drop straight to your ass at the sight.
you didn’t know how it happened. you had always been an A and B student, so the sight of multiple grades below those made you sick to your stomach. but when Cameron found out? you felt like you could’ve vomited right in his face.
Cameron wasn’t the type to really fuss at you or even be strict on you, but when he found out what your grades were, he practically turned into your father. he got on you about your grades firmer than you expected, but the moment he told you that he’d stop fucking you and touching you sexually until you got your grades up was when you went rigid.
granted, you weren’t mad at him for taking away those privileges — you shouldn’t have even let your grades slip this bad anyway — but you knew your sexual frustration would eat away at you until the semester ended and final grades were released.
so what did you do? you worked your ass off for the rest of the semester to fix your grades.
no more parties, no more drinking, no more Friday night outings — nothing. when the weekend came, you had completely sheltered yourself in your room with nothing but your laptop and notebooks as you completed assignments and studied for upcoming exams.
you were determined to get your grades back up, but you were even more determined to be rewarded by Cameron for getting your grades back up.
once the semester came to an end and final exams wrapped up, you were practically ecstatic. you had a good feeling that you brought up your grades, but you knew you couldn’t say anything to Cameron about them because he’d ask for proof, so you waited until you were notified that final grades had been released — which came quicker than you expected.
you wasted no time logging into your Banner account and clicking through it to see your grades, your eyes lighting up at the sight of As and Bs staring back at you. satisfaction and relief coursed deeply through you as the realization settled in — you recovered rather quickly from what could’ve been a horrible blow to your GPA.
you didn’t bother celebrating on your own, though. the moment you saw your grades, you were already in the driver’s seat of your car. you drove to Cameron’s apartment with nothing but intense excitement and suppressed sexual desire inside you — though your excitement seemingly overpowered everything else because when you arrived at his apartment, you practically bursted through his door.
“Cameroooon!” you called out excitedly as you quickly pushed open his door and unintentionally slammed it behind you, swiftly locking it before taking off through his apartment, “baby! where you at?!”
Cameron jumped at the sudden sound of your appearance and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion mixed with amusement as he sat up on the couch and watched you practically pace through his humble abode to find him, “i’m in the living room. why you screamin’, you good?”
a squeal flew from your mouth before you could catch it at the sound of his voice and you ran into the living room as you threw yourself at him and into his lap, making him grunt before laughing at you while his arms instinctively wrapped around your body to steady you.
“what’s goin’ on with you, ma? why you runnin’ around here like somebody after you or some shit?” Cameron laughed as both of his eyebrows raised and he leaned back against the couch to properly look at you, his arms loosening around you and his hands moving to hold your waist.
“look!” you practically shoved your phone into his chest, but his reflexes kicked in and one of his hands caught it before it could actually come in contact with him, “i did it, Cam!”
Cameron let out a soft snort at your frantic joy and he adjusted his grip on your phone as he lifted it and his eyes averted to the screen, an understanding smile crossing his face once it clicked in his mind why you were so excited.
“see, that’s what i’m talking ‘bout. congrats, baby, i knew you could do it.” Cameron smiled, looking up at you, as you smiled back, yours wider than his, and you leaned down to him, peppering kisses across his face before moving your mouth to his and pecking his lips multiple times.
“okay, now eat my pussy,” you mumbled between pecks as Cameron laughed lowly and sat your phone aside, his hand on your waist sliding around to rest against your back while his other gently grabbed the back of your neck and slightly pulled you back from his mouth, “Cameron, come on— i haven’t felt any part of you in so long, i need this.”
“that ain’t how you ask, pretty,” Cameron teased, a small smirk creeping onto his face, as you groaned softly and rested your hands against his shoulders, a pout absentmindedly forming on your face at his denial, “ask for it properly.”
“can you please eat my pussy, baby?” you asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him, as your thumbs traced small circles against his shoulders and Cameron’s smirk slightly widened, “i need you, Cam, you know that.”
Cameron looked at you silently for a moment, letting the weight of your words settle into the atmosphere, before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over, eliciting an abrupt squeal from you while he laid you on your back.
“well… since you asked nicely,” Cameron paused and gently pecked your lips before slowly maneuvering down your body, “and you brought your grades up like i wanted you to,” he paused again and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he teasingly tugged at them before pulling them down and throwing them aside, “i should reward you for that, huh?”
“yeah,” your voice was softer than before — a bit breathy as well — and you raised your hips as you helped him remove the last barrier of clothing that covered your lower body, “you should.”
“i got you, mama.” Cameron’s arms wrapped around your legs and he spread them wide as he dipped his head between your thighs and pressed soft kisses against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, gently nipping at them before sticking out his tongue and slowly licking a long stripe of your pussy.
your body shuddered from the familiar yet forgotten feeling and you whimpered as your hands came down to cradle the back of Cameron’s head, your fingertips running over his buzzed hair and slightly grazing the stapled scar by his hairline.
Cameron groaned under his breath, though he didn’t know if it was coaxed out of him by your taste or touch, and his fingers slightly tightened against your thighs as he began eating your pussy like a man who hadn’t eaten in years, a small furrow forming between his eyebrows while he buried his face into your cunt.
your head fell back against the couch cushions and a high-pitched moan fell from your mouth as your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack, a yelp erupting from you at feeling Cameron’s mouth lock around your clit.
“oh, fuuuck, baby— C-Cam!” you cried out, your eyebrows furrowing, as your back started to arch up from the couch but you suddenly felt his palm press into your stomach to hold you down, a whine falling from your mouth while one of your hands slid down to hold onto the back of Cameron’s neck, “uuugh, shiiiit! mmh, don’t s-stop!”
Cameron’s long fingers splayed across your stomach and kept you from running away as his other hand slid between your legs and he dragged his middle finger through your folds, collecting your arousal before he eased it inside of you.
“fuck!” a broken whimper fell from your mouth and your legs jerked as your head raised and you looked down at Cameron, pleasure displayed across your pretty face and mixing with a hint of bewilderment.
you had been so wound up for the past few months from Cameron’s “no sex or head” rule, but it seemed like you weren’t the only one affected by it. Cameron had always been skilled at eating pussy, but the way he was feasting on you today felt different — as if he was practically starving for another taste of you.
Cameron’s eyes found yours and you watched the corners of his mouth slightly lift in what you assumed to be a smirk, the sight of shock mixed with pure bliss in your expression telling him more than you even needed to.
pulling his mouth off of your clit, Cameron rolled and wiggled his tongue against it as he pushed his ring finger inside you and slightly scissored them to stretch you further open, eliciting a desperate mewl from you while you watch him torment you with his mouth and fingers.
“you gon’ cum for me, ma? hm?” Cameron murmured against your clit, flicking his tongue against it, as he slightly pulled back and spit on your clit before replacing his mouth with his thumb, rubbing it in quick circles while his fingers thrusted deeply inside you, “you gon’ let me taste how much you been missin’ me, pretty girl?”
“y-yes!” you whined, your head falling back for a second time, as you gasped sharply and your legs jerked again, your eyes rolling back and your eyebrows furrowing deeply while a small scrunch formed in the bridge of your nose, “ohhh, my G— C-Cameroooon! shiiiit, baby, i-i’m—”
“uh-huh, i know. i know, baby. keep soakin’ my fingers just like that. gimme’ all that good shit.”
⋆˚୨୧˚⋆ WARNINGS— flashing, teasing, dry humping, orgasm denial? , jackson being down bad, slight choking, word count: 0.8k
𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻
The living room is fairly quiet except for the low him of the AC in the background. You quietly tiptoe down the stairs to see that Jackson is still here. You groan internally, but another part of you is relieved that he never leaves unless your father tells him to.
Your footsteps are incredibly light, making sure to avoid creaky parts of the floor. Finally, you spot him on the couch, just sitting there in complete silence. After a few moments, you decide to sneak up behind him only to notice him typing away on his phone.
Your breath hitches when you see his veiny hands and thick fingers. There have been so many times when you imagined how his fingers would feel inside of you.
How it would feel if he curved his fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot inside your walls. You imagined the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit in a slow, sensual pace that would drive you insane.
You clamped your legs together at the thought of him being inside you. It wasn’t surprising that you were already getting wet just from thinking about him. You fantasized about Jackson almost every single day.
Without hesitation, you carefully lifted your oversized tee to reveal your bare pussy. You weren’t going to touch yourself, atleast not this time. You just wanted to feel how wet he made you.
You took your middle finger and slowly dragged it along your folds and you were soaked. A tiny smile crept up on your face as you saw the sticky mess that Jackson had caused.
He shuffled a bit from his spot on the couch and you froze, terrified of him catching you. Thankfully, he was still glued to his phone.
Suddenly, you decided to pull your large tee down and come into his view.
Jackson flinched when he saw you appear out of nowhere, silently cursing at himself for not hearing you come down the stairs. “Wh-What are you still doing up?” He asked.
You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m thirsty.”
He simply nodded and turned his attention back to his phone.
You smiled and headed straight to the kitchen to get something to drink. You knew he’d watch you and he certainly was.
He tore his focus away from his phone to get a good look at your retreating figure. His pants began to tighten the longer he stared at you. What drove him even crazier was the sight of your tee barely covering your ass when you bent down to grab something in the fridge.
“You want something to drink?” You asked. At this point, your shirt rode up completely and your ass was on full display.
Jackson felt himself getting harder while his mind was racing. All the things that he wished to do to you started to cloud his mind. He was truly at a loss for words.
You finally decided to stop teasing him. Slowly, you made your way over to him and he started to get nervous all of a sudden. You saw how he began to wipe his palms on his pants and looked at everything else but you.
“Eyes up here, Jackson,” you urged, placing your fingers under his chin.
You instantly sat on his lap and he never took his eyes off of you. You felt how hard he was through his pants and let out a quiet moan.
His hands immediately gripped your ass and he squeezed it hard, making you arch your back. He lets out a low groan as he moves his hands to your hips. “F-fuck… you’re gonna get me fired.”
You ignore him. You didn’t give a fuck.
You slowly roll your hips back and forth, taking in how good his length feels against your throbbing clit.
He throws his head back from the overwhelming pleasure. You decide to go even faster, letting your hands find their way to his throat. Something had awakened inside of you as you squeezed his throat even harder. Your stomach was fluttering with butterflies as you felt the sensation of his jeans on your clit.
Jackson’s breath was getting heavier and his grip on your hips got even tighter, reminding you that he was just seconds away from cumming. You stopped your movements completely and he cranked his head up in frustration.
“N-no, please…” he whimpered softly. He tried so hard to make you roll your hips with his grip, but you wouldn’t budge.
You liked seeing him like this. All desperate and needy for you. So fucking desperate to cum.
You removed your hands from his throat and guided his fingers to your soaked pussy. Another moan came out of him as he felt your wetness. You leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Have a good night, Jackson.”
You quickly got up and made your way upstairs as if nothing ever happened.
Jackson let out a loud groan, aggravated at the pathetic state that you left him in. He looked down at his pants to see he that he was embarrassingly hard, and noticed the small wet spot that was left by you. He threw his head back in anger, leaving himself with no choice but to finish himself off for the third night in a row.
Je n'ai plus aucun espoir, un nouveau coup du sort pourrait me faire chuter / I’m all out of hope, one more bad break could bring a fall.. 🖤
・❥・ ch. synopsis: in which Ledger is forced to identify his demons.
warnings for this part: still 18+ (MNI or be blocked indefinitely) cussing/swearing, AA meetings, alcoholism, verbal berating, smut/brief hookup, and that’s it!
a.n: here we go, my loves ✨ I’m excited to bring this to y’all fr. One of y’all has more tea on this story than others — NOONY — but it’s okay, just stay along for the ride 😌 heed these warnings and all warnings going forward! enjoyyy 😚
CHIARA is pronounced kee-r-uh
on the jukebox: ‘Eyes Without a Face’ by billy idol ✨
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What does it mean to dream? What does it mean to have? What does it mean to feel?
“Tell me about these dreams, Ledger”
“I mean.. it’ll start the same if not worse..”
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“It is both my greatest honor and joy that I am bringing out next and final guest for the night”
The SoFi stadium was packed out on a night that wasn’t two teams competing against one another. Cameras everywhere, publicity, press and media personnel surrounding what they could.
Fans filled the seats like usual, dressed in their supportive gear. On the field, was a gargantuan stage at center mass. On said stage was a silver podium.
The crowds buzzed, both on a content level and fan level. Anticipation rang in the air as they took in the words of the presenter, mister Wyatt John.
“Your next guest is the epitome of resilience, hard work, determination, and dedication to his craft. Dedication to a project when presented to him. Dedication to seeing every single detail through”
Folks cheered, people whistled, cameras flickered, and clicked.
“Ledger Ward gave his life to the sport of football and the corporation that is the NFL. Not just for the monetary aspect when you’re damn good at it—“
People laughed.
“— but for the community, the fanfare, the love of it all. He uplifted teammates, assisted the team with outreach, and generously took his talents back home where he donated to not just schools in the area but his own elementary and middle school football little leagues”
The crowd work was overwhelming. It shook the stage.
“But this is not my story to share nor is it mine to make you understand. I am excited to give the floor to one of the best. Los Angeles please stand and give your best to the incredible Ledger Ward!”
From the curtains in the back, the man of the hour emerged. He dressed himself well— slacks, a simple dress shirt, black shades, and dress shoes. Not to mention, his shimmering, diamond pleated championship ring.
Ledger, with the biggest smile he’d ever known, stepped up. He took in more than the sun that day— the cheers, the cries, the yells, the chants, the smiles, the camera shutters, the everything.
Wyatt’s handshake turned into a hug that Ledger happily accepted. He soon took Wyatt’s place on the podium and peered out to the crowd.
“Thank you! Thank you all so much!”
Upon the quieting crowds, Ledger Ward began pouring his heart out.
He gave the crowd both a memorized, off the dome speech that warmed their hearts through and through. The final words tugged at Ledger, a deep sigh slipping past his lips.
“It is with a deep sadness that i say that I am announcing my retirement and departure from not just this team but this company”
Camera shutters, soft boos, gasps, some moments of quiet silences that you could hear a pin drop.
“But please don’t count this as a loss for myself or the sentiments that I mentioned. I am confident that stars have been built to fill my shoes and take this team higher than I could’ve ever dreamed of. Speaking of dreams, besides being successful like this, my wish was to always be a family man”
A warm, deep smile pulled not just at Ledger’s face but at his heart and soul.
“You all know that I’m married but I am excited to announce that my wife and I are expecting our first family together”
Happy tears blurred his green eyes, a loving crack in his voice as he spoke. Another roar in the audience sounded out, another shake in the stage commenced. Ledger felt the support.
“If y’all wouldn’t mind being this loving, I’ve actually brought my wife with me today—“
Ledger turned towards the curtain.
“—baby, you back there?”
From the back emerged a woman… with no face.
She sauntered out with a wave to the cheering audience, draped in a crème colored sundress, her protruding pregnant belly hugging the fabric. Dark hair pressed out in heated curls that flowed softly through the wind of Los Angeles.
The sunlight hit a piece of gold on her hand, immediately catching Ledger’s loving eyes. He couldn’t stop smiling. He met the woman halfway with loving hands on her stomach and a kiss on her… lips?
A dream.
Eyes closed and feeling it. That was until he opened his eyes. Ledger’s heart sank.
The crowd was still there, he could hear it. But the woman wasn’t— his wife wasn’t. Where she was, Kenna Roman stood. Holding Diem who laid her head on Kenna’s chest. Kenna who wore venom in her eyes.
“You’re a sorry excuse of a man and I wish every person in this crowd could see it”
Ledger frowned, still not quite understanding the sudden change in scenery. He pulled back.
“You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve for people to clap for you, to cheer for you, to support you.. let alone to love you, Ledger.. that’s why I’m leaving.. and I’m taking Diem”
That probably tore Ledger the worst. Eyes teary but for the wrong reasons, for the saddest reasons. They flickered from Kenna to the baby blonde that snuggled closer to her mother.
“N-No— Kenna, no, please don’t—“
“Why not? So you can sit at home all day and get drunk? And forget about her? Forget about me? You only think about yourself, Ledger. You need to grow up”
Suddenly the scene around Ledger, Kenna, and Diem began to fade and break down. No more bright sunny day at SoFi. No fans, no press, no honorable look ons of those inspired by him.
“You’re a fucking mess and you’re alone”
Soon, Ledger was back at his house. His living room, on his couch. To his right and his left were empty bottles of cheap beer at his feet. His clothes— gone the designer, bring in the tethered, worn out, and dirty.
Kenna still stood before him. Diem still in her arms.
“You’re pathetic, Ledger”
All Ledger could do was look on, the tears in his eyes strayed down his cheeks. He watched her and Diem disappear into nothing.
Heavy emotion clouded and weighed Ledger’s heart, except he couldn’t bring himself to cry any harder than he had before. Instead, he reached at his feet for another beer bottle hoping it was full.
But something stopped him. A voice. Something so angelic, soft, and sweet. A stark difference in tone that said his name alone from Kenna’s distastefulness.
“Ledger”
He tried to ignore but and reach for the bottle.
“Ledger”
He frowned deeply, looking around his living room, only to see no one.
“C’mon, Ledger, wake up. You’re better than that”
The scene around him changed again to complete darkness and that’s when Ledger Ward realized—
His eyes finally opened to the white ceiling before him. The subtle sound of a lawn mower and barking dog somewhere in his neighborhood legitimized to Ledger that he was awake. This wasn’t a dream anymore.
An odd feeling settled in his chest, nothing like it before. Not since Kenna broke up with him.
He sat up and ran a hand down his face, grogginess suffocating him. A look around the room showed that Ledger Ward was a single, lonely, suffering man.
It was probably why Kenna left him. Clothes everywhere, takeout food bags elsewhere, and you could count on some alcohol bottle being on his nightstand.
His digital clock struck 12 PM. But his charging phone showed a clock and then some, a text from the last person he wanted to see.
‘You’re late, Ledge’
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“Hey everyone, my name is Ledger”
In unison, the supportive group called back: “Hi Ledger”
Ledger Ward knew he was foul for holding up an achievement chip of 30 days sober before a group of struggling addicts knowing he was one himself. Knowing he hadn’t seen 30 days sober in years. Knowing the bottle was his anchor.
“I’m dedicating my 30 days of being sober from alcohol to my best friend Scotty who I think about every day. I loved him like a brother and I know he’s looking down from heaven, guiding me through every day. From this 30 days to the next”
Though his actions were false, the sentiments of his words were true. Scotty’s death was something that Ledger would never be able to reconcile. It just didn’t make sense.
He feigned a proud smile as the small group of 20 cheered for him. All except one. A glare from across the room, so heated that Ledger was determined to ignore.
That was until now.
“I see you got my text. Thank you for coming”
His mentor, Kurt Peterson, said from across the desk in his office. Ledger sat in the chair opposite of him, avoiding his eye contact.
“I can appreciate that, Ledge, I really can. You know what I can’t? Getting up in front of a crowd full of addicts praying on bended knee that they can see 30 days of their demons and lying to their faces. ‘S pretty fucked up, don’t you think?”
Ledger half shrugged, “how would you know, Kurt? I haven’t seen you in… 4 years? And we don’t talk outside of these AA meetings”
Kurt eyed Ledger got a painful, exposing few moments.
“You think I don’t know you and it’s really offensive to me, Ledge, actually. I know you. I promise I’d know when you’re doing better. Not to mention how long I’ve been running this place and when I see a lying addict versus a trying one. You ain’t tryin’, not by a long shot”
Ledger finally slumped, his shoulders dropping. He hung his head in a rightful shame as the same feeling swarmed his chest.
“What’s been going on, huh? ‘S gotta be more than still pickin’ up that bottle because of Scotty. I got you through that, Ledger, I thought you were doing alright”
Ledger stayed silent, he wasn’t ready to open that can of worms. Not about Kenna, not about Diem.
“How’s the bar going? How’s Roman?”
The man sighed, running a hand down his face, “he uh— I um— o-once I realized I was about to spiral, I put him in charge. Made him full time and put me down to part time to t-try and take care of myself..”
Kurt nodded sincerely, his arms folding over his chest. A burn seared in Ledger’s throat, a ball forming. He knew what was coming next and he was quick to stop it.
“You gotta talk to me, Ledge” Kurt mumbled, “last I spoke to you, the bar was your pride and joy. You had boundaries, you knew what it was when it came to drinking, you knew when to stop. You knew what to do whenever a memory of Scotty triggered you. This feels different, this feels new. What’s going on, buddy?”
Ledger glanced up to find that Kurt was already staring at him, stern yet inquisitive. He wasn’t letting Ledger evade anything.
He simply sighed, “she left me”
“Kenna?”
Ledger nodded and Kurt Peterson seemed to finally understand.
“She took Diem knowing Diem was the only person that single-handedly helped me through Scotty’s death at its precipice”
“Diem’s not your kid, Ledge—“
“It doesn’t fucking matter, Kurt, she meant something to me! She meant something to me a-and Kenna took her away from me. S-she knew I was suffering and she left me…”
Tears burned Ledger’s eyes once again, raw and painful. They slid down his cheeks with ease.
His chest felt heavy and sunken, he’d finally admitted the hard part of his feelings out loud to someone that… cared?
“So yeah.. yeah I relapsed, fuckin’ sue me, Kurt”
Ledger shrugged, chuckling darkly.
“I have nothing else to live for and there isn’t much convincing to prove me otherwise… maybe I thought lying about being clean for 30 days would make me feel better about how shitty my life is”
The person before Kurt Peterson broke his heart. This might’ve been worse than the version of Ledger when Scotty died, this Ledger seemingly had nothing to lose.
The light in his greens were starting to fade, his body language was turning sour, and his aura was depleting by the milliseconds.
Nothing to lose.
And somewhere in his soul, Ledger was starting to believe that.
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So much to lose that it wasn’t just indulging in drinking, it was sex too.
Sometimes it was two women in a day, nothing more than that. Ledger just wanted to feel something.
Much like tonight. He didn’t need to know this woman’s name or anything about her. Her hand felt a little rough in his as he trailed her up his driveway.
From the driveway, into the house, past the living room, into his bedroom where he finally cleaned up. It smelled of cedar and oak, fresh sheets and a duvet on the bed.
Pulling her in between his legs as he sat down, the woman caught the message almost immediately. Their lips met in a heated match, in sync and moving well against each other.
“‘Need this off’a you, pretty boy”
Ledger chuckled, allowing her needy hands to paw off his leather jacket and toss his shirt over his head. He didn’t notice it the first time.
It wasn’t until he had this woman naked and bouncing on his aching cock that he could finally see the look in her eyes.
His hands gripped her hips hard, keeping her steady on him. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders, grinding and trying her best to meet his pumps from below.
“Feel so good, sweetheart” Ledger grunted and reached up to grope her breast. The nameless woman bit her lip softly and went to mimic his actions, her hand caressed his skin tight pectoral.
He didn’t notice it.
That was until her hand ghosted over the scar—his scar— that scar. Ledger caught her hand with a quickness, a searing grip at her wrist. She hissed at the contact.
His lust filled eyes suddenly grew cold as he stared up at the woman.
His thrusts still powered, a bit harder, a bit angrily. The switch had been flipped that fast.
“Don’t do that—“
“W-what happened?”
“‘S none of your business, you understand? You were doing so good up to this, don’t fuck it up now”
He slapped at the skin of her asscheek harshly making the woman cry out.
“But—“
Ledger’s patience was plummeting by the seconds. He reached up and grabbed the woman by the throat, bringing her down for a searing kiss. He felt her melt in and relax.
Fucking finally.
Anything if it meant she’d shut the fuck up.
“‘Jus be a good girl and give me this fuckin’ pussy” Ledger heatedly whispered against her lips, “don’t say any—fucking—thing else, just let me take care’a you, yeah?”
He fucked up into her like an animal, absolutely ravishing the poor woman. She whined pathetically and held onto the ride.
It was all she could do.
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“You’re so fucking worthless, Ledger”
Another nightmare. This time there was no scenic view. No place, no event, nothing. Just a black void and Kenna’s face.
Kenna’s face that stayed with her nose turned up in disgust.
“Look at what you’re doing to yourself, you don’t deserve to be loved.. not after what you did to me.. or Scotty…”
Ledger, alone in bed, tossed and turned; a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
“Scotty deserves to be here and if I had it my way, I’d trade you for him in a heartbeat. Maybe Diem and I wouldn’t have had to meet you.. had to have you in our lives if Scotty didn’t die”
There was a certain rise and fall of Ledger’s chest that grew unstable, he was getting angry. Angry, emotional, upset.
But similarly to the last time Kenna made a distasteful appearance, he watched her open her mouth to speak but she was halted.
In the same instance, Ledger felt a pressure on his chest. Except it wasn’t a heavy, uncomfortable pressure.
In fact, it was the complete opposite. Soft, gentle, reassuring, and loving.
Even in a dream state, Ledger could feel his body relax. He watched Kenna’s face disappear. The sound of a voice in his ear, had her face leaving even faster.
“Sleep, Ledger” the hand pressed firmer, “just go to sleep..”
Just like magic or something. He took one more breath before allowing himself complete release, plunging himself back to what was taken from him.
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“Can I trust you not to judge me if i tell you this?”
Kurt Peterson chuckled as he shuffled his paperwork, aimlessly moving around his office. Ledger stood somewhere within the office space, arms crossed.
“Don’t laugh, just answer—“
“Well excuse my reaction of a very stupid question. Respectfully. Ledger, have I not seen you on the verge of losing your goddamn mind?”
“I mean, yes but—“
“Then that answers your question. From top to bottom, let’s go— I’m working but I’m listening— you’ve been having these dreams since Monday— okay. What’s so weird about ‘em that you’re asking about trust? Are you having sex in these dreams?”
Ledger hissed out and waved off Kurt, “No, Kurt, Jesus!”
“Okay great, not sure if wanted to know that. What else is going on?”
Ledger’s sigh is deep from his chest and enough to have Kurt glance over his shoulder.
“I mean.. it’ll start the same if not worse. The first few times, I’ll be somewhere, there will be a time and a place and it gets ruined. As of last night, it was just a… void. Complete black, darkness. All I saw was Kenna. With the first dream, it was Kenna and Diem… I think that might’ve been worse”
Kurt nods, still doing his own thing. Eventually, he sits down at his desk while Ledger still stands.
“I mean, the words don’t feel good”
“She talks to you in your dreams?” Ledger nods, “what does she say?”
“What doesn’t she say? She fucking hates me which is weird because she wasn’t like that when we were together… to her, I’m a good for nothing, broke ass drunk with nothing going for myself.. last night she said I was better off trading places with Scotty”
Kurt hissed.
“Shit, sounds pretty harsh.. you don’t believe that, do you?”
Ledger shrugs, “I don’t know what to believe, anymore, Kurt… and then, I’m getting woken up from these nightmares by a voice of a woman I’ve never heard in my life… she’s fucking saying my name Kurt, she’s addressing me in my dreams. By name”
That has Kurt frowning and leaning forward in his chair.
“Only heard? Have you seen this woman in these dreams?”
Ledger shook his head, a sigh releasing from him.
“The weird thing? It.. it doesn’t bother me”
Kurt watched Ledger physically relax a little.
“Her voice calms me down and makes me forget that Kenna was there in the first place. In fact, in one dream, the more she spoke, the more Kenna disappeared…. Couldn’t sleep for shit last night because of the nightmare I had.. I heard her voice and I actually slept”
The look on Kurt’s face was indescribable to Ledger, he wasn’t sure if Kurt was really understanding him or if Kurt was planning on having the man committed.
After a moment, he finally opened his mouth.
“H-how does this woman’s voice make you feel? When you hear it?”
Ledger took a beat, “seen”
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After their one on one, it was time for the huddle. Retreating from his office and approaching the main room, Ledger’s eyes caught sight of the back of a dark haired woman.
A pang of familiarity.. a deja vu like feeling hit him square in the chest.
If that wasn’t enough, it was her beauty when she turned around and took a seated chair in the circle. A seated chair across from him.
She sat with a small smile on her face, arms crossed, a feeling of inwardness that Ledger recognized. She was a bit introverted and awkward. A crème cardigan decorating her arms, long enough to drape to the floor.
Dark hair? Draped in crème? Like his dream…
If that wasn’t enough, it was when she spoke. Kurt warmly stood before the group and introduced her.
“Friends, we have a new face among us and I ask you to do what you do best: make her feel more than welcomed. Folks, give a warm hand for Chiara”
She stood and smiled, quietly thanking Kurt as he took his seat next to Ledger.
“She’s got quite the story, Ledge” He whispered.
Quite the story indeed.
“Hi all, my name is Chiara Elaine Batiste”
“Hi Chiara”
She smiled.
“I’m here because I turned to alcohol when I shouldn’t have but at the time, it made the most sense and it felt like all I had. My boyfriend was killed but prior to his death, I was pregnant and had suffered a miscarriage during that. I was already grieving that loss then he left me forever about two months after that so it became far too much to bear”
Your composure was strong despite such tragic circumstances that you were describing. It had Ledger hooked and tuned in.
You stood tall, playing with your fingers but examining all of the faces in the crowd… including Ledger’s.
“The more I learn about myself, the more I learn that I’m tougher and stronger than the days where I’ve wanted to fall in. The alcohol had me weak and so dependent, and that’s not me. Nothing holds me down and keeps me small, nothing or nobody. The moment I felt myself start to slip, I reached out to Kurt and he got me roped in”
Chiara smiled over at Kurt in gratitude.
“I’m excited to be here and to keep proving that I’m the survivor, the fighter, and the winner in all of my stories. Thank you”
When everyone clapped, Ledger made sure he clapped the loudest. Or at least made sure you knew you were supported. He’d give you a standing ovation if you asked.
If not that, he was eager to approach you when Kurt offered it. Time felt slowed as Ledger walked closer and closer to you, you were grabbing a cup of water from the coffee bar.
When you saw the two men approach, you smiled. With your lips and the gentleness carried in your eyes.
“Chiara, I want you to meet someone”
Her browns locked on Ledger’s greens, he’d already been looking at her.
“Chiara, this is Ledger Ward. Ledger meet Chiara”
If it wasn’t your physical appearance that struck deja vu gold to Ledger, it was when you parted your lips after slipping your hand into his and shaking.
“Ledger… I like that. It’s nice to meet you, Ledger”
His heart plummeted and it felt like someone dumped ice all over him. This couldn’t be real.
‘protect you with every last ounce of life in my body everyday i wake up’
synopsis: Leà Walker faces the dangers of a stalker, it has always crosses her mind everyday the danger that comes in being the face of the beast, the press. But Jackson Brooks won’t let her even let her touch the skin of danger. tinyyy bit of angst if you squint, fluff, clear tension like duhh, some softie leà, bossy jackson (ofc yall know he’s gonna turn soft for her omg)!, mentions of her childhood/past, based off of recent tyriq withers quinn audio ‘The Bodyguard.’
She swore the unsettling feeling that slowly ran through her like a majestic breath taking waterfall except in this moment nothing was ’majestic’ about the matter that lies ahead, will consume her in the worse way than she could imagine. Five eyes now landing on her like she held the answer right on her tongue, omitting the fact that they couldn’t see the dread, anxiety, the pure sickness that sunk into her eyes? If she could vomit all over this round beautifully dark taupe table she would, would she even find the strength to? God she felt weak all over, someone had to be stepping on her neck restricting her to catch a single breath, right? The fact that couldn’t even get a single stable breath out spoke enough for her, Leà has never wanted to sink and crawl into a ball in the corner as much as she does right now. Nevertheless, an extra pair of eyes that now made six people in the room saw that, Jackson. He’s never seen a woman like her so shaken, thinking he could read Leà like a double sided mirror never knowing, oh he could be so wrong. It felt like Leà pried open his mouth and poured herself into him while cutting him open and exploring all that is him, this wasn’t even happening to him. Yet he still felt every damned emotion in her body, losing some balance to his strong stance and demeanor which in particular wasn’t like him. It’s such an undesirable and indescribable feeling that burns inside both of their bodies, a mixture of emotions, thoughts of uncertainty, fear, and the realization of having to sit in it. “Can we stop?” Finally, One breath taken, eyes finally lift from her manicure under the round table. Five Eyes direct back towards her in disbelief almost, how careless. Leà’s pretty teeth slowly sinking into her bottom lip trying to go unnoticed to mask her rattled nervous system, hair falling so slow as it could feel the rocky tension in the room falling back to cover her hair slightly, her overgrown curtain bangs she always forgets to mention to Chelle, only woman she trust to touch her hair as she has ran her fingers through Leà’s hair since she was six, it always looked pretty on her, laid so nicely but never ever covered her breathtaking brown eyes that shined in the Paris evening light, Jackson always thought her eyes reminded of him of a baby deer, pretty little orbs, now shining with fear eyes burning threatening to drop a single tear, she wouldn’t dare do it in this room. Pushing herself from the table out of the terrible wheels on the rolling chair must she say, to walk out the room was the most stable thing she did. “Fuck!” She covers her mouth, drool threatening to drop from her mouth, no way she's about to throw up and lose control, Leà Walker struggling to find a thread of sanity? What a fucking headline her head was painting an image for her, her own brain trying to become her enemy. Slush was all he heard, well all he could force himself to focus and hear. He couldn’t pin point what emotion he was feeling, he was confused, bewildered of why he was feeling this? Does Leà Walker owe him something, did she take something from him? He was undoubtedly falling in love with her, and there was nothing he could do about it, right? Not like he would try to stop it. Fifteen minutes, both of them sat on each side of the door, waiting for the other to form a single sentence. Leà’s ragged breathing could be heard from behind the door, the automatic paper towel dispensing multiple times as water ran with slight, quiet movement of her heels scraping against the splatted dotted floor. Leà ran a hand across her lips, at the moment this was cleanest she was getting, trash can full of multiple tough sandy brown paper towels covered from the fluids she just threw up prior, she felt like five year old Leà again.
Begging to be understood, seen completely for her not some lawyer and economist daughter who never got the opportunity to be a child, she mourned her past self so deeply, holds it so tight like a dingy teddy bear that every kid clinged onto that witness every tear they dropped, nightmares as they silently weeped for their mommy in the dark night, nightlight dead out of batteries and they mumbled under their breath how terrified they were and the big bad monsters under the bed would come out and take them from their warm home as their small little knuckles turned weight from the tight grasp they had, like the “monsters” would understand their fear and fall back. Instead the monsters fed off of her fear, uncertainty. Leà rarely understood comfortability or failing, her mother always told her failure was for people who were idiotic, never took accountability, became a victim to shield their guilt and embarrassment. Apart from that, one thing her mother always drilled into the six year-old Leà heart, they are easy to lie to themselves, creating an act of deception. But for what show? Why did they need to prove themselves, and decide the way to prove themselves was by lying? Was it even truly deception or a call for help? Did they even know themselves? A truth she wanted to deny, deny, deny every time her brain would reflect the thought to her. Rushed to be molded, formed into someone who wasn’t Leà, she hadn’t felt ease since elementary school. “You’re too full of knowledge and pretty to cry baby..” her mother would say as she gently wiped her first and only child’s tears as ran her hands through her hair almost as she was a fragile glass antique vase as her daughter wished just once, her mother would hold her, with true emotion and act like she was her mother, her mommy, put her hands down from this ‘art work’ she was trying to mold Leà into and see her for her, her daughter, her precious shining star in the dark. “Ma’am. Leà.” Her thoughts froze, childhood fading back into her mind, it’ll come back to haunt her later and rattle her some more like a scared animal in a rattling cage. Did his voice just bring her back? Another concern for her. Jackson laid his hands on the door ever so gently as if it was a panned glass door that would shatter with the slightest breeze of wind, positioning his head on the cold wooden door with a glossy finish, he took the most deep controlled breath he could form. “I need… need to see your face. My body needs to know you are okay, safe. I can’t settle till I do, even if it’s just five seconds fuck, I see you, Leà.” She’s never swung a door open so fast, damn near gave herself whiplash. Jackson seen her for all she was, her brown eyes, wide, stung with red from the tears that successfully poured down her face, plump pretty pink lips with naturally lined brown now swollen, her hair now fallen out of her face, showing her feature and the worry laced in her face. “Am I just an asset? A woman standing in a fucking tailored suit five days a week standing in the public eye to be poked? The public’s ragdoll?” Pure hurt laced in her voice as she looks away breathing out in disbelief as she runs her hands through her now tangled locks, new tears welling up in her eyes god, could we be through with the tears? Jackson couldn’t answer, he could hardly take the time to process her words full of grief and anger in view of the fact that he was witnessing Leà's most vulnerable moment, in front of him. She felt safe enough to give herself to him, her mother would call her a gullible girl too scared to be alone, that thought alone slowly eats at the butterflies in her stomach easily ruining the idea of wanting to land safely in his arms. They both stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his body hesitant to close the space between them not wanting to overwhelmed her anymore than she already was, god knows how bad he wanted to pull her out of the darkness, he could see her just floating not able to land anywhere, no one deserves to feel lost like she was now and he couldn’t let it happen, not to his Leà.
He closed the space between them. Quickly, gentle. “I made a promise and I have zero intentions on breaking it, or letting it break you. I will keep you here, with me, on solid ground, with me. Safe.” His understated manicure, clean, toned hands held Leà face in his hands, he definitely thought she looked like a baby dear caught in headlights in uncertainty eyes scanning for it’s mother, “You never promised me anything Jackson.” “I did the day I made the decision to become yours, your personal bodyguard. An commitment, a sacrifice, an unruled promise that I made to you. I will protect you with every last ounce of life in my body everyday I wake up.” Unprepared. Only word that could form the emotions circling in her mind now, she couldn’t act like it wasn’t what she wanted to hear but in this exact moment at the same time she could? Leà cloaking her mind from the truth, I mean how far could she run? In the fullness of time, she would hit a wall, a very obvious huge wall with not such a nice blow. Her concealment for him was blowing up right in her face, it was no longer something so simple nor easy to hide and it was beyond just a light problem dancing on the surface of her thoughts. Complicated, frustrating, deep, and intricate is what it is now. Regardless however she twists and makes up her own story, for her, him, the stupid fucking headlines she never fails to make once a year. He traces her cheekbone delicately with tenderness, never letting their eyes break contact, he won’t let her look away almost as he wants her to face the truth plainly, but he can’t tell her that because he’s denying himself the truth equally as her. A Pandora's box of affairs they won’t unlock or face, even the mere mention of facing it makes both of them sick, nevertheless they won’t face it alone, and at the end of each day they will find each other there. “Miss Walker..? Are you well to proceed?” Her face goes pale. Abruptly the space is open again, no longer close together as they both release a deep breath they were both unknowingly holding. Leà straightens her posture, runs her manicure hands through her hair before turning back to the mirror seeing the state of herself, as always she pushes it away, neglecting herself. Directing her eyes back to Jackson, clearing her throat, “We have to.. return. Come.” Turning swiftly in her heels as they clack against the porcelain floor towards the glass room, tinted windows where she nearly vomited and lost her sanity but she had zero time to reflect on what happened thirty minutes ago. Nausea was all her body knew in this situation, Leà wanted to end quickly. Re-entering the room, as she seated herself back into the same seat with the shitty wheels (not even a rolling chair at this point) he entered. Slowly the click of the door sounded in the tense quiet of the room. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood by the door slight clench in his greek godly shaped jaw, she could remember when she laid naked on top of him peppering kisses from his neck to that beauty of his jaw all through the Paris evening as they laid in each others skin, skin to skin under her silken sheets as he whispered delicate sweet nothings into her ear, “ Look how pretty you are..” “You did so good tonight, my leà..” “No need to rush, angel. Slow down.. I’m staying, I won’t leave..” “What do you need? What do you want.” The sandy beige folder being pushed towards her, brings her out of her daydream she wanted to stay in. Reluctant, resistant to even begin to open the folder, the sight makes her stomach churn. Multiple pictures of her, Leà Walker. Walking off the private jet arriving to multiple locations, Paris mornings where she was greeted with the press as soon as the car door swiftly opened, dinner with her parents, a private gala she attended as she diverts her attention to handwritten letters, multiple, precise, clean. Was this a clean freak she was encountering?
Letters expressing the awe, admiration they held for her, how they entertained themselves to multiple of her interviews, articles expressing how much knowledge she was ‘filled’ with and brings attention to matters others in higher power wouldn’t dare to mention, it wasn’t about image for her, they seen that but it wasn’t a compliment the way they seen it. It easily became possessive, obsessive, dangerous. Leà swore the vomit was coming back up. Last evidence was pushed towards her, receipts from a flower shop, two blocks away from her residency. Horror takes over, stilling her body taking full control as if she was a playing simon says and couldn’t proceed without the approval, god if she could sink inside this chair and become one, she would in an instant no doubt. He couldn’t look, bare to take in the emotions she was feeling and how they all surrounded her like a lamb trying to escape from the big bad wolf as they inched closer taking in her vulnerability with no consideration. How could they be so blind, insensitive, selfish towards the state Miss Walker was in? No, Leà. His Leà. He swore his jaw could snap in half, the tension unbearable between his teeth clenching, toned hands now in a fist turning into a pale white, he couldn’t look god but he refused to let this continue any further. The heart-rending pain he felt watching her, he felt pathetic even letting them take a second of her time, shoving it in her face, nevertheless expecting her to spit out a solution immediately like a teleprompter. “Miss Walker is in no state to answer. God I.. can see all in your selfish faces how sympathy lacks inside all of you.”
Jackson pulls her wrist making the terribly rolling chair twist towards him slightly knocking the wood table, he bends down to her height as their eyes find their way to each other connecting once again, intensely. Leà finally let go of the breath she was struggling to release, as if he gave her a clear pathway to breath again, her knight in shining armor as if she was six all over again reading paperback fairy tales stories hence why she probably admired the movie tangled so much, felt like she was one with rapunzel. “I have a stalker? Is that what this is? Brooks?” That damned last name shattered him more and to think it couldn’t break him more than it already was, he already felt like he lost all sanity melted into a puddle into the porcelain floor, but seeing her breathless, shaky, vulnerable fighting to form words, a single sentence and to think it would be a release of a heart-warming moment, words full of love, instead she’s paid back with hurt, confusion, fear. He couldn’t think it got worse but oh did his body prove him wrong. “They are nobody, they are a coward who threatens you behind letters but secretly wants to feed off of you, no matter how many flowers they send, hand written letters whatever shitty form they are a coward. I won’t ever let a coward hurt you. Even breathe your air, even for a damned second. Do you understand Miss Walker?” Astounded she was. “Leà.” Without delay, she woke up and faced reality, a thread broken in the silence. “… yes. I understand.” He didn’t want anything from her, didn’t wanna shake or swallow her vulnerable state, he just needed her to come back to him. The darkness didn’t deserve her; they couldn’t have her, not as long as he breathed and woke up to every new day. Leà Walker was more than a U.S. diplomat or asset. She was someone’s daughter, a woman, a human and he just couldn’t wrap his head around how nevertheless they couldn’t see that? She wasn’t the public’s ragdoll, to throw, poke, pull, redo or remake. She never has deserved cruelty and the fact that she has lived through almost nothing but cruelty breaks every inch of his sanity he has left. “Thank you.” He mumbles just for her to hear, these selfish beings didn’t deserve to even witness her in this light; he wouldn't let them even breathe in her air if he had the power, choice. Jackson stands; straightens himself, clearing his throat. “Miss Walker will take into account the situation brought to her today. We promise action will be taken soon as Miss Walker is in the right mind to come to a conclusion.” “What shall we tell her mother?” If he could scoff in front of them he would, trust he would. “The same thing I’ve spoken to you. I believe her own mother would understand the state her daughter is in.” Leà dissociated but caught the words of her mother, would she? Understanding the state she lies in right now, or telling her ’personal feelings' gets you nothing. You can’t win against the vulnerable.’ Or oh her favorite one! ‘Attention is what people below you feed for. Take it and don’t lose it.’ Would her mother let her own daughter embrace this danger for attention? Attention that would still have her headlined as greedy, selfish, ’paid for headlines’, lacks emotion, and her favorite, self-centered. Maybe she just was an asset after all, not just Jackson’s, but her mother’s, the public’s asset.
Sitting together on the soft quiet bed of Lea’s and Jackson’s divided hotel room, multiple documents laid across the bed as she sits with her legs crossed nonchalantly showing off her pretty clean pedicure, sharp frenchies with a glossy pink base, she had to subtly incorporate pink into everything she does. Jackson’s grey marines shirt lays gently on her quiet baggy but just as she likes, being in tailored suits five days a week well almost six when does she ever have a free saturday morning anything less tight, freshly steamed pants frolicking around her ankles slightly showing off her foot tattoo she would undoubtedly take the loss clothing even as it was too big hanging off the frame of her body. Jackson not too far from her itching to close the space between them spectates every move she makes undeniably admiring her in awe, Leà wasn't much of a fan of pajama pants, I mean undoubtedly not shocking she’s in business casual five days a week multiple hours a day could a girl just be bare for the night! Jackson was very aware, oh very, Lea lounges around on his side of the room from the very first evening of their ties, he comes to the conclusion that she isn’t much of a bottoms person but oh he quickly joined her propaganda right along with her, he couldn’t blame himself god, Leà Walker was such a sight he would drown in the slightest glimpse of her, takes him back to when she was placed on his caseload, headshot picture taking the air from the room restricting his will to breathe, god the woman she is. Her pretty detailed laced panties peaking out to make an slight appearance as the oversized shirt rides up just a bit, he catches the inscribed ‘Angel’ in an delicate cursive font, fighting a full smile with all thirty two of his pearly teeth he slightly turns his head letting out a tiny quiet chuckle before turning back to his Leà. “What’s going on in that world of yours?” She lifts her head delicately her curtain bangs immediately framing her face, silk bouncy curls that reflect off the low lights she meets his face, those pretty doe eyes hiding behind the two lens that help dictate her line of eyesight, her chunky tortoise shell square glasses she despises, just a tiny bit. Leà delicately lays the documents down, “What world Mr Brooks?” A tease, the little lift of her smirk makes him just want to snatch her up and hide her, keep her for himself in these four walls, repeat these evenings till the end of time, he could die a happy man. “God your gorgeous.. in that head of yours ma’am.” Shameless! Nevertheless she ate it up. It lights up her entire chest, she laughs undoubtedly at his shameless act she finds it so adorable, he’s whipped and has no problem showing it especially for her. A fit of laughter they had, Leà thought if she could stay like this every day she would without doubt. He was her morning light and she never wanted to escape. “I actually don’t know, just thinking how to proceed..” Running her fingers across all the document showcasing all the multiple pages of ‘a coward’ as Jackson would say, from her stalker. “The authorities' way or per say, our way?” Our. That rang through her head, it finally came to focus for her. She wasn’t handling her issue alone. Inside her mind gleamed from the thought of finally finding a breath of relief to let someone hold her, take care of her. Not the other way around but still with a slight sense of independence, like cmon, it wouldn’t be her without it. “Our?” Came from her with a light head tilt, she wanted to poke with her curiosity to find the meaning of his ‘our’, was it a business affair? Media trained words to persuade Leà choice or deter? Or was this genuine Jackson Brooks from Jacksonville, Florida? “Everything that approaches you becomes ours, no longer just yours to carry, can I carry that for you? Or do I need your permission? You know I'm very obedient to you Miss Walker.”
Her breath hitches so slightly but she knows he picked it up, her sanity being chipped at. Documents discarded from her mind as she slowly rose from her sat position, the bed rising up, at this moment they both fell into submission for each other. Slowly sliding herself to him eyes locked on his lap, Jackson captured her eyes lock on his lap as if it was a red dotted laser and she was a pretty little kitten trying to catch the light encapture it, he has a lost every bit of control of him today and confirmed he it for himself by reaching out of her pulling her into his lap, instantly her legs wrapped around his, perfectly molded like it belonged there. She traces his jaw delicately before cupping his breathtaking handsome face capturing every single feature of him, ‘gotta thank his parents’ and I mean could you blame her again! He’s a fucking Greek god damn near and he is hers, all to herself? Giddy like a kid waking up on Christmas morning. “Hi.” Jackson breathlessly laughs, there that smile. “Hi gorgeous. You look quite stunning in this huge shirt of yours, or wait mine?” Everything could wait, it was finally her turn to freeze time and put others' matters into their own hands to deal with, not hers. Even if it was just for tonight, Leà finally gave herself to him, fully. She was his.
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finally posted and fed yall!! im literally such a procrastinator i had to make sure i really like this and everything yall don’t knowww how many rewrites i did and edit whew chile! but all roads lead back to micheal b jordanBOFLLL kidding! i was inspired by donnie and bianca mostly through their romance u can see it a tinyy bit but still! they were definitely on the inspo list. i just hope u guys enjoy this it’s pretty long me thinks, this is like the before so basically the prequel and basically epilogue! i honestly think im done w this i do have a few drabbles for you guys then im resting my pen wheww but if you guys are confused abt anything just lmk i tried to make this clear and not too chaotic! enjoy babies! ᥬᩤ (yes all the songs aren’t niche ass uncover songs yall know emLMFAOO but literally it was so hard to narrow the best four songs for yall literally every song on my playlist reminded me of them.)
Nolána Moore lounged on the plush sectional in her sprawling Los Angeles mansion, the kind of place that screamed success with its open-plan living room, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the hills, and minimalist decor that hid the chaos of her rising stardom. At 27, the African American R&B sensation had curves that turned heads—full hips, a generous ass, and breasts that strained against her cropped tank top. Her smooth, deep brown skin glowed under the afternoon sun filtering through the glass, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back like a midnight waterfall. Fans adored her voice dubbing her as the Black Canary, her voice a sultry siren call that packed arenas and topped charts. But lately, the thrill of the spotlight had soured with anonymous threats scrawled on notes slipped into her dressing room, eerie phone calls that breathed heavy silence, and a nagging sense that someone was always watching.
Her team—manager Miriam, a sharp-eyed woman in her forties with a no-nonsense bob; George, the burly producer who also handled the money; and publicist Josh, slick and ever-optimistic—hovered around her like anxious parents. They knew more than they let on. The stalker wasn't just sending creepy letters; he'd breached her home once, leaving a single black feather on her pillow as a taunt. Backstage at her last concert, a package rigged with a small explosive had injured a stagehand, shrapnel grazing his arm. But they shielded her from the worst, fearing it'd derail her tour. Desperate, they'd called in the big guns: the Diplomatic Security Service, offering a hefty fee for their top operative.
Enter Jackson Brooks, 28, a towering 6'5 light-skinned Black man built like a linebacker, with broad shoulders, chiseled arms straining his crisp white shirt, and green eyes that pierced like emeralds. His DSS career was elite—guarding ambassadors in war zones, foiling assassination plots on senators. So when his boss reassigned him to babysit a pop and r&b star, irritation boiled over.
"With all due respect, sir? I feel one of the other agents would be better suited for the job," Jackson said, his deep voice edged with frustration during the briefing in D.C.
His superior, a grizzled veteran, leaned back. "Her team wants somebody with higher training and intelligence. Her original security needs proper oversight. You'll run operations until they nail this stalker."
Jackson groaned, rubbing his close-cropped fade. "Fine. When do I start?"
"Now. Flight leaves in an hour. Full file on 'Project Black Canary' incoming—review it en route."
He scoffs, “Project Black Canary? Who is in charge of naming these things?”
On the red-eye to LAX, Jackson cracked open the dossier, his long fingers flipping pages under the dim cabin light. It was heavier than expected. 'Management—Miriam, George, publicist Josh— withholding details from asset to protect her.' He skimmed further: stalker infiltrated residence, accessed private quarters. Explosive device at venue injured personnel. Recent shooting incident near convoy—bullets whizzed past her SUV on the freeway. Jackson groaned louder, drawing a side-eye from a passenger.
"First thing: lay it all out for her. She needs the full severity." More notes: 'Asset exhibits irritation, hostility, and anxiety. Insists original team sufficient; resistant to external intervention.' He pinched the bridge of his nose, his full lips pressing into a line. "She's gonna be a fucking headache. Difficult as hell to work with. This is why I don’t do musicians." His green eyes caught the light, flickering with resolve. "Sooner we catch this bastard, sooner I'm back to real work—diplomats, not divas. Stay professional," he muttered, snapping the file shut as the plane descended.
A black SUV whisked him from the airport to her address in the Hollywood Hills. As they pulled up, Jackson's jaw tightened. No gate. No perimeter guards. The driveway snaked openly to the front door, a sitting duck for any sniper. He shook his head, grabbing his duffel and striding in like he owned the place.
Inside, the air hummed with tension. Nolána sat with her back to the entrance, legs crossed in yoga pants that hugged her thick thighs, scrolling her phone, no sense of awareness.
Gotta teach her to be aware at all times… also self defense. This shit is a mess.
Her team clustered around the coffee table strewn with contracts and coffee mugs.
"Special Agent Jackson Brooks! Boy, am I glad to see you," George boomed, rising to pump his hand vigorously. The older man was all smiles, relief evident in his rumpled suit.
Jackson nodded, his grip firm and professional. "Glad to be here, sir."
From the kitchen, Anderson—her head of security, a stocky guy in a polo—piped up. "Appreciate the backup."
Nolána groaned dramatically, her head falling back against the cushions. She tilted her chin up, and her dark eyes locked onto him. In her mind, a spark ignited: Damn, he fine as hell. Tall, light-skinned, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and those piercing green eyes that seemed to undress her on sight. But outwardly, she rolled her eyes, picking her head back up. "Do I really need some suit to protect me? Anderson's doing a great job."
"Thank you, Ms. Nolána," Anderson replied, pride swelling.
Miriam stepped in, her voice calm but firm. "He's not just protection, Nolána. He'll be your primary shadow and train the team. Secure this place right."
"Whatever," Nolána huffed, crossing her arms under her ample chest, pushing her cleavage up unintentionally.
He’d seen her before. TV, award shows, who hasn’t seen her? But up close, the way she is looking at him right now? Head tilted, eyebrow raised like she feels he is full of shit already. And is that a hint of… want in her eyes?
Nah I’m tripping.
Jackson felt a flicker—feisty, yeah, he liked that fire. But no distractions. "Ma'am, with all due respect—"
She cut him off turning to look at him with a teasing laugh, her full lips curving. "'Ma'am'? Oh my god, you can't be serious."
That did it. Jackson's patience snapped, though his tone stayed even, authoritative. "Ma'am, you need to take this seriously. The individual targeting you has breached this residence—been in your house, in your room, in your bed! He's escalated to harming innocents around you to reach you. Understand the gravity."
Nolána's playful demeanor shattered. Panic flashed in her eyes, her body tensing. "My house? My bed?!" She whipped around to her team, voice rising. "What the hell? You didn't tell me that!"
Miriam rushed forward, hands out. "Nolána, sweetie, we were protecting you—"
"By lying?" She shot up, fury blazing. "This is my life! I had the right to know that! And y’all kept it from me and then hired a fucking suit to potentially be a fucking meat shield! UGH!!!" She stormed off toward the hallway, hips swaying in agitation, leaving a stunned silence.
"Sorry about her," Miriam sighed, rubbing her temples. "She's very headstrong."
"What do you need from us?" George asked, eager to move forward.
Jackson exhaled, shifting into mission mode. "Budget approval, first. This property's a sieve—no surveillance, exposed entry points. We'll need major upgrades: reinforced windows and doors, full perimeter steel gate, outposts at all entrances, comprehensive camera grid, motion sensors. Armored vehicle for transport. File mentioned a shooting—bullets near her vehicle? We can't risk that again."
They nodded, pulling out laptops to crunch numbers. Jackson toured the house methodically—vast kitchen, home gym, recording studio—cataloging vulnerabilities. The master suite loomed at the end of the hall, Nolána's domain with its king bed, silk sheets rumpled from her earlier nap, and a faint scent of jasmine lingering. Next door: his quarters, a guest room with a queen bed, en suite bath, and window overlooking the unsecured backyard.
"Make yourself at home," Josh said, clapping his shoulder. "We'll get those funds wired by morning."
Jackson dumped his bag, locking the door behind him. Alone, the weight hit. This wasn't a diplomat in a bunker; it was a celebrity in a fishbowl, team lying, target volatile. And her—Nolána—curves that begged to be grabbed, eyes that challenged him. Professional, he reminded himself, but his dick twitched at the memory of her laugh, her ass in those pants.
He stripped off his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest rippling with muscle, faint scars from past ops crisscrossing his abs. Pants followed, boxers tenting as he sat on the bed's edge. The room was quiet, save for distant voices from the living area. Stress coiled tight in his gut—frustration at the assignment, the breach, her resistance. He needed release.
His hand dipped into his boxers, wrapping around his thick, hardening dick. Eight inches of veined girth throbbed as he stroked slowly, base to tip, thumb circling the leaking slit. Eyes closed, he pictured her—not the client, but the woman: bent over that sectional, yoga pants yanked down, exposing her plump, dark pussy lips glistening with need. He'd grip her wide hips, slam in deep, her moans echoing like her songs.
"Fuck," he whispered, pace quickening. Fist pumping firmer, balls drawing up as he imagined her turning, dropping to knees, those full lips stretching around his shaft, sucking sloppy and eager. Her tongue swirling his head, gagging as he fucked her throat. Sweat beaded on his brow, breaths ragged. The fantasy shifted—her on top in this very room, riding him reverse, ass bouncing, pussy clenching his dick in wet heat.
He tugged harder, free hand cupping his balls, muscles tensing. Cum built, hot and urgent. With a stifled grunt, he erupted—thick ropes splattering his abs, dick pulsing in his grip. He milked every drop, chest heaving, the tension easing into sated calm.
Wiping clean with a tissue from the nightstand, Jackson lay back, staring at the ceiling. Get it out now. Stay sharp tomorrow. The stalker was out there, and so was she—vulnerable, fiery, too damn tempting. He'd protect her, find the threat, and keep his hands off. For now.
The next morning dawned crisp and clear over the Hollywood Hills, the sun casting long shadows across Nolána's sprawling property. Construction crews descended like an invading army, trucks rumbling up the driveway with steel beams, concrete mixers, and crates of surveillance gear. Hammers echoed, saws whirred, and the air filled with the sharp scent of fresh lumber and diesel.
Jackson Brooks was in his element, striding across the lawn in heavy black boots that crunched gravel, black cargo pants hugging his powerful thighs, and a fitted black shirt stretched taut over his broad chest. His holstered Glock sat snug on his hip, a constant reminder of his authority, while a simple gold chain glinted at his neck, catching the light with every authoritative gesture, and his wired ear piece in his ear.
He barked orders with precision, clipboard in one hand, walkie-talkie in the other. “Anderson, get those contractors on the east fence line—steel posts every ten feet, no gaps. Roman, park the armored SUV by the garage; we're testing the new plating today.” Anderson, the stocky original guard, nodded vigorously, sweat beading on his brow as he hustled to comply. Roman, her driver—a lanky guy with a quiet demeanor—maneuvered the vehicle into position, casting admiring glances at Jackson's command.
From the living room window, Nolána watched the chaos unfold, her arms crossed under her full breasts, pushing them up against her thin tank top. Her curvy frame—wide hips, thick ass, and smooth deep brown skin—drew eyes even in repose, but today her expression mixed irritation with a spark of intrigue.
The man moved like he owned the place, muscles flexing as he pointed and directed, his green eyes scanning every detail. Half of her wanted to storm out and tell him to back off her sanctuary; the other half throbbed with curiosity about what those hands could do beyond barking orders.
“What do we know about him, really?”she asked George, who sipped coffee nearby, his eyes glued to a tablet.
George glanced up, adjusting his glasses. “DSS file's glowing. Comes highly recommended—protected senators, ambassadors in hot zones. Quick with a gun; guy's a crack shot, hits moving targets at fifty yards. Smart as hell, tactical genius. No-nonsense type, so I really wished you'd stop testing the man. He's here to keep you breathing girl.”
Nolána rolled her eyes, but her gaze drifted back to Jackson. “No... is he mixed? He doesn't look fully Black.”
George chuckled softly. “Biracial, yeah. Why? Planning to flirt your way out of lockdown?”
She shot him a glare but didn't deny it, her full lips pursing. The air inside felt stuffy, the hum of activity outside too tempting. She needed fresh air, just a moment. Pushing off the couch, she slipped out the back door, bare feet padding onto the cool patio stones, the breeze teasing her loose shorts and tank.
“Back inside now, ma'am.”
The voice hit like a whip—deep, unyielding. Jackson stood mere feet away, arms crossed, his towering frame blocking her path.
Nolána whipped around, brows arched. “Excuse me?”
“Until we secure the perimeter, it's best if you stay inside. No exceptions.” His tone was calm, professional, but laced with steel, those green eyes locking onto hers without flinching.
“Yeah, no.” She pivoted, hips swaying defiantly as she strolled toward the garden path, determined to breathe free.
“Excuse me? No?” Jackson's boots thudded behind her, closing the distance in two strides.
“Yes... no. I'm not going in.” She tossed over her shoulder, feigning nonchalance, though her pulse quickened at his proximity.
“You are going in.” His voice dropped, a low rumble that vibrated through her.
“Sure, Brooks.” She kept walking, a smirk playing on her lips, testing the waters.
“Ma'am, please get inside. I don't want to have to ask you again.” The words came out low and deep, bass resonating in his chest, sending an unwelcome jolt straight to her core. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a warm ache blooming between her thighs.
“I said no.” She halted, turning to face him, chin lifted in challenge. Attitude HOT!
“And I'm not asking.”
Before she could retort, massive hands gripped her waist—firm, unyielding. In one fluid motion, he hoisted her up, tossing her over his broad shoulder like she weighed nothing. Her world flipped; her ass pointed skyward, curves pressed against his hard muscle, the heat of his body seeping through her thin clothes.
“What the fuck?! Put me down, you asshole!” Nolána screamed, fists pounding his back, legs kicking wildly. “This is my house! You can't just—“
“Cussing won't change facts,” he grunted, striding toward the door without breaking sweat, her weight a non-issue for his 6'5 frame. Anderson and Roman paused their work, exchanging wide-eyed looks but saying nothing.
“You kidnapping me now? Government thug!” she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls as he carried her through the house, up the hall to her bedroom. Her breasts bounced with each step, nipples hardening against the tank from the friction and fury—and something darker.
He kicked the door open, deposited her on the king-sized bed with surprising gentleness despite the slam of the door behind him. “Stay inside. That is an order!” His green eyes flashed anger, jaw tight, before he turned and stormed out, the door banging shut like a gunshot.
Nolána sat there, chest heaving, thighs slick with unexpected arousal. “Why did that turn me on? Ugh, I can't stand this man,” she muttered to herself, running hands through her wavy hair. Irritated heat flushed her skin, but so did desire—his strength, that voice, the way he'd manhandled her without hesitation.
She crossed to the window, peeking through the sheer curtains. Outside, Jackson resumed command, gesturing at a contractor welding a gate post, his shirt clinging to sweat-dampened muscles. The gold chain swayed as he moved, gun a dark promise on his hip. Her breath hitched; he looked every inch the protector, dominant and unbreakable.
Plopping onto the rumpled sheets, Nolána's hand trembled as she reached into her nightstand drawer. Her rose toy emerged—a sleek, pink suction device that hummed promises of relief. She kicked off her shorts, peeling away damp panties to expose her bare pussy, lips already swollen and glistening. Legs spread wide, she flicked the toy on low, the gentle pulse kissing her clit like a lover's tongue.
“Fuck,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut as she circled her entrance with two fingers, dipping into her wet heat. Memories flooded: his deep voice commanding her, those hands lifting her effortlessly, the press of his shoulder against her belly. She imagined him bursting back in, pinning her down, ripping her tank away to suck hard on her nipples, teeth grazing the peaks until she arched.
The rose toy latched on, sucking her clit with rhythmic pulls that made her hips buck. She plunged fingers deeper, three now, stretching her tight walls, thrusting in time with the vibrations. “Jackson... yes, like that,” she moaned softly, picturing him between her thighs, his full lips sealing over her pussy, tongue lapping her folds while his green eyes watched her writhe.
Her free hand mauled her breast, pinching the nipple roughly, the sting heightening the build. Faster, the toy whirred on higher, suction intensifying as her fingers curled, hitting that spot inside. Sweat slicked her skin, ass grinding into the mattress. He’d flip her over, she fantasized, yank her hips up, and drive his thick dick into her from behind—pounding deep, balls slapping her clit, his grunts mixing with her cries.
Pressure coiled tight, her pussy fluttering around her fingers. “Oh god, Jackson—fuck me harder!” The orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure ripping through as she squirted lightly, juices soaking the sheets. The toy buzzed relentlessly, drawing out every spasm until she gasped his name on a broken sob: “Jackson...”
Panting, she switched it off, body limp and sated, but the ache lingered—not just physical. Tossing the toy aside, Nolána stared at the ceiling, a sly smile creeping in. This lockdown just got interesting. Down the hall, oblivious, Jackson coordinated the next phase of security installs, his focus laser-sharp. But in the quiet moments, her fire flickered in his mind too—a distraction he couldn't afford, yet craved.
The afternoon dragged on with the relentless clamor of construction, but inside Nolána's mansion, the real storm brewed between her and Jackson. After her solo release, she'd showered off the evidence of her forbidden thoughts, emerging in a fresh sundress that hugged her curves like a second skin—low-cut to tease her cleavage, hem flirting mid-thigh. But the glow of satisfaction faded fast when Jackson knocked on her door, his voice muffled through the wood: “Ma'am, we need to discuss your schedule. No outings until the perimeter's locked down.”
She yanked it open, eyes blazing. “My schedule? Last I checked, this is my life, Brooks. Not your personal prison yard.”
He stood there, arms crossed over his black shirt, the fabric straining against his pecs, gold chain resting in the hollow of his throat. His green eyes were cool, unreadable. “Your life includes a stalker who's already breached this house. You want to brunch with friends? Fine. But it's on my terms—armored car, full escort, and we cut it short if anything feels off.”
“Feels off? Like your bossy ass dictating my every move?” She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest, feeling the hard wall of muscle beneath. Heat radiated from him, stirring that damn throb in her core again, but she shoved it down, fueling the fire of her anger instead. “I hate how you just... take over. Like I'm some helpless kid.”
Jackson's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking. “Hate me all you want, but I'm the one keeping you alive. Push me again, and you'll see how far I'll go to enforce it.” His voice dipped low, that bass rumbling like thunder, making her nipples peak against the dress. She wanted to slap him—or climb him. The confusion pissed her off more.
“Fuck you, Brooks. You're insufferable.” She slammed the door in his face, heart pounding, body betraying her with a fresh slickness between her thighs. Why does he get under my skin like this? And why does it feel so fucking good? She paced, cursing his name, the unspoken pull twisting her gut. To her, it was one-sided—him all duty and disdain, her trapped in this web of fury and forbidden want.
By evening, the tension simmered into a cold war. Dinner was silent, her team exchanging uneasy glances as Jackson reviewed blueprints at the table, his presence dominating the room. Nolána picked at her salad, shooting glares his way, imagining wiping that stoic expression off with her nails—or her lips. He ignored her, but she caught the flicker in his eyes once, a heat that vanished quick, leaving her doubting her own senses.
The next morning, she tested him again, announcing brunch with her girls at a trendy spot in Beverly Hills. Jackson didn't blink. “Armored SUV, Roman driving, Anderson and I in tow. In and out in ninety minutes.”
“You're ruining my vibe,”!she snapped, sliding into the back seat beside Anderson, Jackson up front with Roman. The engine purred to life, the reinforced vehicle rolling smoothly down the winding drive, now flanked by the half-finished steel gate.
As they hit the freeway, the city sprawl unfolded under a hazy sun. Nolána's phone buzzed with texts from her friends—emojis of mimosas and gossip—but her mood soured fast. Jackson had already vetoed extending the date, citing 'unsecured venue.' Something feels off. He can feel it. Now, barely halfway there, his voice cut through the quiet cab: “Change of plans. We're heading back early. Intel suggests elevated risk today.”
“What? No! You can't just—“ She leaned forward, fury boiling over. “This is bullshit, Brooks! I finally get out, and you yank the leash? I hate you, you controlling asshole! Who the fuck do you think you are?”
He twisted in his seat, green eyes locking on hers through the rearview, unflinching. “I'm the guy who knows a tail when he sees one. Black sedan, two cars back. Been with us since we left the house.” His hand rested on his hip, near the Glock, posture shifting to alert.
Nolána scoffed, crossing her arms, breasts heaving with each rant. “Tail? You're paranoid! My girls are waiting, and you're—fuck, Roman, don't listen to him. Drive to the restaurant!”
Roman gripped the wheel tighter, eyes flicking to Jackson. “Boss?”
“Ignore her. Slow gradual, like traffic's building. Get us back to the house—it's the nearest safe spot.” Jackson's tone was ice, but his gaze scanned the mirrors, tracking the sedan as it mirrored their speed.
She kept cussing, words spilling hot and fast. “Ignore me?! You asshole! Take me to my friends! I swear, if you ruin this—“ Her voice cracked on a curse, but underneath the rage, that pull tugged again—his calm command in crisis, the way his shoulders tensed, ready to shield her. It made her ache, even as she seethed. God, why him? Why now?
The SUV eased off the gas, weaving toward the exit for her neighborhood. The black sedan hung back, then surged closer, a glint of something metallic in the passenger window—sun off a barrel? Jackson's hand drew the Glock in a blur, thumb flicking the safety.
“Roman, pull up to the gate—now. Anderson, cover the rear.” The house loomed ahead, construction crews scattering as the vehicle approached quickly.
Nolána's rants faltered, eyes widening as she spotted the sedan closing in. “What the—“
“Brake!” Jackson barked as Roman braked hard in front of the driveway, the gate swinging open remotely. He flung his door, pivoting with weapon raised. “Roman, get her inside! Lock it down!”
Roman gunned the engine, tires screeching as he barreled through the gate. Nolána twisted, heart slamming, catching a glimpse of Jackson's broad back as he advanced on foot.
“Wait we can’t leave him!” She yells panicked.
“He is fine Ms. Nolána.” Anderson reassures.
“HE NEEDS BACKUP!” She yells.
“He is the back up Nolána. Sit back!” Roman orders.
The sedan swerved, trying to U-turn, but Jackson fired—crack, crack—two precise shots shattering the rear windshield. Glass exploded; the car fishtailed, clipping a curb before peeling away down a side street, vanishing into traffic. No tags.
Inside the SUV, Nolána gripped the seat, breath ragged, the echo of gunfire ringing in her ears. Roman punched the garage code, sealing them in. She stumbled out, legs shaky, the anger fracturing into something raw—fear, gratitude, and that damn unspoken heat coiling tighter. Jackson was out there, exposed, because of her. And as much as she hated him, the thought of him hurt twisted her insides.
From the window, she watched him jog back, holstering his gun, barking into his earpiece for backup. His shirt was untucked, sweat gleaming on his light skin, and for a split second, their eyes met through the glass. His nod was curt, professional—but to her, it burned with promise, or maybe just her imagination running wild again.
A/n: chapter 1 done! Are yall ready for more Tyriq aka Jackson Brooks
“Don't you give me up, please don't give up on me, I belong with you, and only you, baby”
In which Jackson takes on a special case client that takes a turn for the worst… or so he thinks 🍒
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), witch! black/fem! reader x Special Agent Jackson Brooks, witchy themes, spell work, stalking, obsession, infatuation, dark! reader, cussing/swearing, flirting, smuttt— dirty talk, pnv penetration, lowk sub! Jackson Brooks, handjob, touching, creampie.
a.n: heyyy bae, we’ve unlocked a new character! 🤭 expect to see more of him and Mr. Ledger Ward <3 anyways, this is mad random but I hope y’all like it. Heed those warnings and enjoyy 😚
on the jukebox: ‘Dark Red’ by Steve Lacy + ‘I Put a Spell on You’ by Nina Simone 🍒
It was something about you that Jackson Brooks couldn’t quite understand or put a finger on.
The more he looked at your sleeping figure in his gargantuan hotel bed— that you weren’t supposed to be sleeping in— the more he continued forming questions to ask you eventually.
The more a deep settling feeling hugged on him like a blanket.
Your body shifted on top of his duvet, the hood of your jacket softly exposing your dark, reddish brown coils. You really weren’t supposed to be in his bed, you had your own bed. You knew that.
But he knew that he couldn’t go into your room— privacy reasons. He also didn’t want to wake you up and make you walk to your room. The last time he tried, you got really upset with him.
He vowed to never do it again.
As annoying that it was, it also felt like the more Jackson Brooks looked at you, he realized just how much his job mattered.
He had to protect you, he had to make sure you were safe and in his line of sight at all costs.
You were also really fucking beautiful too. That didn’t help his conflicting feelings either.
Approaching the bed, Jackson ever so gently scooped your body up and under the duvet, draping the warm cover up to your chin. Still you slept like a baby.
You truly entranced him. Even down to when you first met.
—
“Oh my god— thank GOD it’s you! Oh please, you have to help me! They’re going to kill me, please!”
Special Agent Jackson Brooks barely had a moment to register what he’d open his door to. The front door of his very private home, mind you.
Heavy rain and thunderstorms cast down on the Florida area and in the next cities over. It was dark, cold, and gloomy.
You stood draped in black leggings and sweater, drenched from head to toe. Your dark auburn curls were soaked down your back and shoulders. The rain droplets cast down your forehead and cheeks, wetting your long eyelashes.
You had a begging, pleading look in your eye, even as you continued looking from side to side. The threat of your enemies could be anywhere, you needed sanctuary.
“I-I know you don’t know me but I’ve heard about you a-and I know you help people. I’m sorry to meet you like this but I really need your help. There are men after me.. they ran me out of my house and I have nowhere to go. They’re going to kill me, I know it”
Jackson couldn’t tell if it was the rain or actual tears streaking your supple cheeks.
“You have to help me, please”
Something inside of the man lurched and he finally sprung into action. Like he was finally getting out of a trance.
He nodded almost immediately, “of course, ma’am— come in, come in, get behind me”
His arm swiftly reached out to do exactly that. With his holstered gun in hand, the man grabbed it, cocked it, and stepped out further onto his wrap around porch. Eyes surveying the area the best he could through the storm.
Nothing.
Jackson did another thorough look before stepping back inside and closing his front door, locking it. He turned to find you sitting timidly on his couch, shaking.
The man put his gun away and immediately reached into the closet close to the door and grabbed a blanket. He draped it over your shoulders as he sat down next to you.
“Thank you” you smiled gratefully.
“Of course, ma’am. I didn’t see anybody outside so you must’ve outran them but you’re safe here. Are you hurt? Did any of them harm you as you were trying to get away?”
You shook your head and cuddled into the blanket, wrapping it more around yourself.
“I have a small scrape from running and falling but that’s because the ground’s all wet from the rain, nothing my body can’t fix on its own”
Jackson nodded intently.
“I just— I don’t know how they found me but they found me. One minute I’m making some herbs, the next minute I’m hauling ass from my own home.. watching them set it on fire thinking I’m inside”
Your voice shook, watery in sound and a lump in your throat. This time Jackson knew it wasn’t rain droplets casting down your pretty face.
You glanced over at him as tears brimmed your eyes, softly turning your scleras pink.
“I already know you’re going to ask me how I found your house—“
How did you know that?
“— but I just really need your help. I-I don’t have anyone else to turn to and nowhere to lay my head. I also realized that I’m not safe here anymore. I just—“
Jackson recognized the panic in your voice and the steady rise of your chest. You were about to hyperventilate.
Without much thought, Jackson kneeled before you and gently grabbed onto your shoulders. His greenish hazels bored into your own.
“Ma’am— hey hey, try to calm down for me, okay? You’re about to have a panic attack. You don’t need to explain yourself anymore, you’re safe here. Can you breathe with me? Do a deep breath, in—“
You closed your mouth and listened. You took in an inhale, you and Jackson’s chest inflating.
“Out through your mouth”
Deflating chests on the exhale, you couldn’t look away from him. Nor could he you.
“Good.. very good, ma’am. Got one more for me?”
It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyways.
“In through your nose..” another strong inhale, “out through your mouth” another strong exhale.
You closed your eyes briefly to try to center yourself, at the same time, you felt Jackson’s thumbs caress your clothed shoulder tops.
“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, ma’am. My name is Jackson Brooks, I’m a regional security officer working for the DDS. If it’s help you need, I can give you that”
When you opened your eyes to look at him, a certain flash ran across your irises. It went short noticed as he soon felt your body being thrown into his. Begone the blanket, your damp arms wrapped around his neck.
“Oh, thank you so much, Jackson. I’m (Y/N)”
—
No longer residing in the Florida bayous of his home due to the threats on your life, Jackson found comfort in a luxury hotel in Paris.
It wasn’t his idea but it worked. It was better to be in a completely new country than to try your luck bouncing around hotels in the state.
It had been three months since your appearance at his door. Three months earned the man more time to learn about you and you the same about him.
If he didn’t learn it then, he surely learned now that you’d grown very close to him. Comfortable, kind of latched on. Much like a koala to a tree branch.
You slept in his bed like it was yours, he hardly ever noticed you in your own room.
Why was that?
The more he thought about it, the more he noticed the sporadic moments where you did disappear to your room. Of course to shower but other times… times where he’d smell something burning, he’d often hear your murmurs, he’d smell spices…
Curiosity suddenly piqued at the man. He glanced over at the expansive doors that connected your adjoining room to his. His eyes flickered from the doors to your sleeping figure.
If now wasn’t a good time, when?
Quietly, Jackson stood and trekked over to the door. Painted white, tall, with golden handles. His hands closed over the door knobs and just as he was ready to turn—
“Jack?”
He stood frozen and softly released his hold. Jackson glanced over his shoulder, over to see your shifting body in the bed. The hood well off of your head and exposing your red hair.
“Jack, are you here?”
The soft worry in your voice had Jackson hurriedly crossing the threshold and back into his bedroom.
You smiled when he came into your sight, you still lied in bed. Jackson rounded the bed over to your side and kneeled down to eye level.
“Yes ma’am? I’m here. Are you okay?”
You nodded. “I just didn’t know where you were. Usually you’re fast asleep on the couch or doing your work, I just didn’t see you, I got scared”
Jackson chuckled lowly and shook his head. All feelings of nervousness prior seemingly decimated with the more you spoke, with the more you were this close to him. His aura was soft for you.
“Scared for what, Miss (Y/L/N)?”
You shrugged, “maybe that one day I’ll open my eyes and you’ll just be gone. Gone without me. Would you ever do that? Like, just leave me high and dry without telling me?”
Immediately Jackson shook his head, a soft frown settling on his eyebrows.
“Absolutely not. That’s not something you have to worry about, ma’am. I know this is probably your trauma speaking but you’ve got a friend in me, I’ll never abandon you”
Boldly, you reached out and cupped the side of his face, your thumb caressing his cheekbone.
“Just a friend?” You muttered, a hint of tease in your eyes.
The same eyes that caught the blush on Jackson’s face, you giggled. His own laughter was that of a nervous one, his blush settling in deeper.
“I— well, ma’am—“ He opened his mouth to speak but all he could do was stutter. You had that effect on him.
This wasn’t the first time you’d flirted with him.
It was baby steps really. You tried every now and then, you couldn’t help it. Not when your bodyguard was this fucking sexy.
“It’s okay, Jack, I understand. Maybe one day, right? One of these days I’ll win you over?”
Your hand left his face and dropped down to the gold link around his neck. The man swallowed as you scooped it with one finger and played with it.
“I don’t mean to make you blush, sometimes I can’t help it with you, Jack. You’re just such a great guy. So great, so sweet, so kind, so easy to talk to and be around.. you’ve been my hero and I’m forever indebted to you. I really am grateful for you”
You didn’t need your physical power to pull Jack in but the soft hold on his chain made it easier for you. Easier for you to reach out and kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you so much, again”
You leaned over and kissed the other side of his mouth. God, you were so close to fucking kissing him full on the lips and it was driving Jackson wild.
He was stuck on wanting to keep things professional to just wanting to indulge in your flirting. Wanting to see if you were really about the things you said to him in such a fashion.
When you pulled back, you shot him a smile. “I’ll give you your bed back. Night, Jack”
“Goodnight, ma’am”
He watched you untangle yourself from his bed and stroll over to the doors, letting yourself into your own space with a soft close.
Jackson Brooks let out the breath he was holding and stood up. It was time for a shower… preferably cold.
—
“Jack… Jackson..”
The airy, sultry sound of your voice ran in one ear and out of the other of Jackson Brooks.
“Jack, baby, are you asleep?”
Still sultry but a bit more commanding despite the question. It stirred the man awake a little. If it wasn’t your voice it was the heavy smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and sandalwood.
If it wasn’t your voice or the smell to wake the man up, it was your touch. A light but firm hand on his bare abdomen.. caressing his skin in circles.
Finally Jackson opened his eyes and the sight before him nearly scared him half to death. Even through the darkness of his room, he made out your physicals.
Your auburn hair in tousled messy curls, draping over your shoulders. You dressed in a spaghetti strapped nightgown, your breasts nearly spilling from the poorly contained, loose fabric clothing.
You were attached to his side, leaning against him. Almost like you’d spent this entire time shaking him awake.
“Miss (Y/L/N)? H-How did you get in here?” Jackson muttered.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry—“
He waved you off, “it’s fine, are you hurt? What’s the matter that you had to wake me up at—“
Jackson looked to his left, the digital clock on the nightstand struck a perfect—
“— 3 o’clock in the morning?”
You observed him some more, full on checking him out in the darkness. You were always bold and forthcoming but even this was a lot.
“I have a problem and you’re the only person who could fix it”
“What is it, ma’am?”
Your eyes were seductive in nature but it was your smirk that had Jackson reeling.
You said nothing.
Nothing as you shifted more onto your back and bent your knees, feet flat on the bed. You said nothing as you stared Jackson Brooks in the eyes and spread your knees, lifting your nightgown. You said nothing as you grabbed Jackson’s closest hand and placed it over your bare, exposed pussy.
Immediately Jackson tried to retract his hand at the feeling of your warm wetness but found that he couldn’t.
You used his hand to touch yourself, your moans soft and bouncing off of the walls of the hotel. All while staring him dead in the eyes.
“D-Do you feel my problem, baby?”
You focused his tendrils on your sopping clit.
“‘M sorry, I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you— mhmph— been dreaming of having your hands on me.. in me… this is what you do to me, Jack”
The man could hardly think or even react when you suddenly straddled him.
With that same hand in your grasp, Jackson Brooks watched you lick each digit. From the top to the bottom, the palette of your mouth warm and inviting.
“M-ma’am.. ma’am please you have to stop. This is unprofess—“
You slid your arms out of your nightgown and let it pool around your waist, exposing your eager breasts that glowed in the moonlight. A groan slipped from the man involuntarily.
“You’ve been telling me that for months, Jack but when will you admit that the professionalism is all on you? I know you think about me, I know you’ve thought about this..”
You suddenly grabbed both of his hands and open palm placed them on your chest. Using his hands to grope and pry.
“I know I have but it’s a matter of getting you and I on the same page, baby. You can’t tell me that you don’t like this..”
Indeed he couldn’t. All Jackson felt he could do was groan and inadvertently allow you to use him. His fingers zeroed in on your nipples and tugged.
If that wasn’t enough, it was your hand slithering past the waistband of his boxers and seeking out the heaviness of his dick. He was halfway there but it didn’t take much for a true erection to appear.
Still killing him with your eye contact, you dribbled spit into your palm and wrapped it around his shaft. Twisting, pulling, tugging. Jackson’s hips bucked into your hand as he moaned out into the air.
“Just like that?” You leaned down and kissed his lips for the first time.
Your soft lips moved in a perfect, synchronized harmony that pushed your own heart deep into your body— God, you’d been wanting to do that for so fucking long.
Jackson nodded, hungrily kissing you back. His resistance seemingly disappeared, you were making him feel too good for him to try to lecture you about professionalism.
So much that he wrapped his own hand around yours to jerk him faster.
Time blended into nothing. Your hand was perfect but it compared none to the feeling of his length breach past your entrance. Jackson had you on your back, sinking deep inside of you inch by fucking inch until he bottomed out.
“You’re stretching me out so good, Jack..” you murmured in his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.
“Oh fuck” He choked out at the feeling of your walls squeeze him.
“Talk to me, baby” you grabbed his chin to force his eyes on you. The greenish hazel eyes that swirled in nothing but pure pathetic submission. “How’s it feel? Is it good?”
Jackson nodded immediately and leaned down to kiss you again. Fervor and passion, hungry and raw.
“‘S so good, ma’am.. so fucking good— fuck! D-do you want me to move? Are you okay?”
All you could do was giggle. You’d think you were taking this poor man’s virginity.. or maybe you were better than anyone he’s ever had.
“Take what you want from me, baby”
Jackson pulled his hips back and gave an experimental stroke. He couldn’t get too far back without your greedy walls pulling him back deeper and deeper. His groan was rugged.
“Fuuuck, ma’am” another kiss, “it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good”
Desperation is all Jackson Brooks knew in this very moment. His thrusts powered and he fucked you harder. His mouth was all over you— your neck, your ears, your mouth, your breasts.
Jackson could slowly feel himself losing control. And you were loving it, you fed right into it.
“Fucking me so good, I knew you needed this.. you’re gonna make me cum, Jack”
“Please” he groaned, his tone needy.
Your legs around his waist tightened and when your release hit, you clung tighter to the man. Your release coated him, walls vibrating and milking Jackson for everything he had.
He continued powering you through your orgasm, memorizing the sounds of your noises in his ear.
When you relaxed in his hold, you were still a fucking menace. Your acrylic nails caressed his buzzed head and his bare back, scratching at his skin.
If it wasn’t your ministrations, it was your salacious words as you stared him down.
“Gonna cum for me, Jack? Inside’a me like I know you want to?”
Jackson nodded vigorously.
“Yes ma’am. C-can I? Please, I’ve been so good for you”
It was your final kiss to his lips that sent the man over the edge. He spilled inside of you in thick spurts, coating your walls fully.
You caressed his back into relaxation, purring like a cat.
“How do you feel?”
You watched him smile down at you and kiss your lips once more, his forehead leaning against yours.
“Really good, thank you ma’am”
You shifted underneath him and began peppering your lips all over his face. It was when you reached his ear that he heard you say:
“I need you to wake up for me”
Jackson frowned in confusion, you weren’t pulling back to look at him.
“Wake up, Jack”
“Huh?”
“Jack? Wake up, Jack”
The reality around Jackson Brooks began to cave in. When he looked down, you were gone. He blinked and blinked until he finally reached planet Earth.
This time when he opened his eyes, you were sitting on the bed next to him, your hand on his bicep shaking him awake. He was in his room and everything was like normal.
Your auburn curls sat on your shoulders and you weren’t in a nightgown but instead one of his jackets and a pair of yoga pants.
“Jack? Are you okay? Are you awake?”
Sweat pooled his forehead and his neck, beads also on his chest. The duvet draped over his boxer clothed waist, he was just in his shirt. Exactly like..
“Do you need water or anything? You look hot”
“What time is it?” Jackson asked, a rasp in his voice.
“Almost ten in the morning. We’re supposed to get breakfast today, remember?”
Jackson took a breath, gave you another look, and sat up in his bed. He nodded at your question.
“O-okay.. okay, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be right out”
You smiled and leaned over, kissing Jackson’s cheek.
“I’ll be outside”
Just as you turned on your heels to walk out, you approached the man once more. Your lips by his ear.
“I hope you slept well”
Huh?
You gave his lap a quick look down and when Jackson noticed it, his light face turned a reddish pink you’d ever seen.
The duvet hardly concealed the hard on Jackson was sporting. It wasn’t a tent but his print was outlined enough.
With a wink and another kiss to his cheek, you were finally gone.
“What am I supposed to do?”
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When you returned to your confines, you couldn’t help but to giggle.
What Jackson probably thought you assumed was something normal, you knew it was something else.
You walked into your bathroom and sighed at the sight.
A spellbook sprawled out, two red and pink candles each other with Jackson’s name carved into each, herbs, incenses, candle wax, rose petals, cinnamon, and honey. A small alter if you will. The cherry on top? Picture cut outs of Special agent Jackson Brooks.
You smiled at the sight and sat down in your chair right before it. Your pride and joy.
It didn’t take much of your power to visit Jackson Brooks in his dreams, you felt everything and you knew he did too. You woke up to a mark on your neck that you knew he left you.
It was time to finalize.
Grabbing your red ink pen, you scribbled out another stanza beneath the many that you’d written. Not just since you’ve been with Jackson but before you met Jackson.
All words and scripts that helped mold all of your interactions before actually meeting the man. You already knew who he was, where he worked, what he did, and where he lived.
You knew where to go on that fateful night. He didn’t need to know the explicit details of your “attackers” but that you needed him.
You sacrificed so much to finally get to Jackson Brooks, even if it meant burning down your own house.
You knew what kind of man Jackson Brooks was, of course he’d take you in and form part of his life to making sure you were safe and looked after.
He was your bodyguard after all and you loved him. Now it was time for him to love you back.
You began writing.
‘He can never be without me and wants to be around me 24/7’
Before you could sit your pen down, three distinct and needy knocks cracked on your adjoining room door.
“Miss (Y/L/N)? Ma’am? Can we talk?”
Just like you planned.
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if you made it this far, hey stinka 😌 next upload: ‘Jealous Type’ — C.C x reader x R.C 😌
distant lovers ໒ྀི bodyguard!jackson brooks x princess black!reader
𓏲*𝜗𝜚 princess black!reader ໒ྀི second child of the royal family, but the eldest daughter of the family. dark swan. scholar. master of literature and mathematics. dreams of being a writer. dancer. teacups galore. movie scores. pearls. ruler of tea time. moonlit nights. quiet but stern. part-time educator for young girls. advocate for the class issues of her country. drowns in fragrances. intense vince amuto. crafter. odessa calla lilly. listener of western blues
𓏲*𝜗𝜚 bodyguard!jackson brooks ໒ྀི special agent. american. eldest of two, younger sister. protective. stern. attentive. cold but melts away. leather jackets. secret romcom lover. “<3” user but won’t admit it. jazz clubs. wine nights by himself. rings. study of foreign relations. ivy league. traveler by force. giver and pleaser. giorgio armani. heavy thinker. chroma drift
𓏲*𝜗𝜚 j.b x princess y/n ໒ྀི nods by day, phone calls by night. neither loves their government. an ocean that separates them. marvin gaye and sade adu. small giggles when mister jackson is supposed to be working. letters sat and unsent. love letters hidden in a chest. secret phone lines. matching pieces that are hidden. accidental identical rings. one sees the night and one sees the stars. lipstick fixes. dazed lovers
