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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ mature!michael with a brat girlfriend who knows exactly how to get under his skin ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ like arguments between you two never stay calm because you’re stubborn, emotional & dramatic, and michael is somehow worse because he hates when you pull away from him.

like imagine storming around his hotel suite after a fight, grabbing your purse while he’s standing there in sweats and a black fitted shirt, already exhausted.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“With who?”

“Why do you care?” wrong answer. because suddenly he’s following you through the room with that irritated look on his face, jaw tight, hair messy from running his hands through them too many times. mature era michael always seemed so softspoken publicly, but with you? he gets sharp when he’s upset. not yelling. he hates yelling but his voice gets quieter which is honestly scarier.

“You think I’m stupid?” and you roll your eyes because you know he’s jealous. you know exactly what this is. michael’s older, richer, more experienced, but somehow he gets soooo insecure with you because you’re young, pretty, and impulsive. you still go out with your friends, still get attention everywhere, still know how to make him worry without even trying.

and he HATES when you act bratty during arguments 😭 like cutting him off with sarcastic little comments while he’s genuinely trying to talk to you. “Maybe I should just leave then.”

“Stop saying that.” immediately. because that’s the thing about michael — he can handle attitude, eye rolls, slammed doors, all of it. but the second you act like you might actually leave him, he folds. completely.

you’d notice it too. the shift in his face. suddenly he’s quieter, watching you carefully while you avoid his eyes. and after a minute he’d walk over slowly, grabbing your wrist gently before you can move away again.

“Mama,” softer now. “Don’t do that.” and now HE’S frustrated because he still wants to be mad, but you look upset too and he’s weak when it comes to you.

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he’d pull you against his chest despite you still pretending to be annoyed, one hand rubbing your back while he talks quietly above your head. trying to calm both of you down at the same time.

“you drive me crazy, y’know that?” and you’d mumble something like “you’re dramatic.” then he’d laugh under his breath because maybe he is. but he loves you too much to ever let an argument stay an argument for long.

Oh just imagine yall

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[itshimcaam]

oh if only

[yenvixx]

angel face

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

contains: fluff, michael calls reader ‘angel face’ and ‘mama’

1983

“cmon, mama.” michael says, pushing your hands out of your face, “lemme see your pretty face.” he whines. you straddled his lap, covering your face giggling. “nooo.”

michael giggled, bringing his hand down to tickle your side causing you to pull your hands away from your face. “mm there we go.” he says, bringing up one of his hands to caress your cheek softly.

you smiled when his thumb brushed over your cheek. “you’re so annoying.” you mumbled even though you were smiling. michael laughed and squeezed your waist gently. “and you love me.”

you rolled your eyes. “shut up.” he smirked “make me.” you placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, before looking at him again. “you know, you’re so cute when you get shy.” he grinned.

your cheeks got hotter, and before you could stop yourself, you dropped your face into his shoulder again. “stop.”

“nope,” he said immediately, wrapping his arms tighter around you. he began to rub tiny circles on your back, “i want to see you baby, please?” he whispers quietly in your ear.

after a minute, you lifted your head just enough to look at him. he was already staring at you. “what?” you asked, your cheeks already getting warm again.

“nothing, i just love looking at my angel face.” you groaned and covered your face again. “michael.” he grabbed your wrists before you could hide again, “absolutely not,” he said, holding your hands gently in his. “you’re not doing that again. i wanna look at you.” his thumbs rubbed over your knuckles.

your cheeks burned, and you let out a little groan. “michael, stop,” you whined, even though you were smiling so hard it almost hurt. you tried to look away, but he gently tilted your chin back toward him. his eyes softened, scanning every inch of your face.

“i mean it,” he said quietly, brushing his thumb across your cheek again. “i could look at you forever and still think you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” you laughed shyly and leaned over to hide your face in his shoulder once more.

michael wrapped his arms around you, and pressed a soft kiss to your hair. “okay fine.” he said with a grin, “my angel face.”

[vrothern]

𝐲𝐨𝐥𝐨᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚚 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

ᯓ★ pairings: tyriq withers x black oc (nori reed)

ᯓ★ warnings: cursing | smut | teasing | alcohol

ᯓ★ authors note: I haven’t written a one-shot in years. I only write chaptered books so excuse my rustiness.

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summary: Nori’s friend’s drag her to a random club located in West Hollywood. Even though she initially didn’t want to go, her mind is swayed once a random, 6’5 man gives her just a bit of attention.

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟰,𝟬𝟭𝟭

“Why aren’t you dancing?” Tia asked, doing that universal little bounce women did in clubs when they wanted to look occupied without actually sweating.

Nori shot her a flat look. “You know I didn’t want to come here in the first place.”

“You never want to go outside,” Jai added from beside her, already halfway through her drink. “Have fun for once.”

Nori rolled her eyes. “It’s loud as fuck. We can dance at home.”

“Girl, you’re twenty-six,” Tia said. “One day you’re gonna turn thirty and wish you actually enjoyed your twenties.”

Nori exhaled through her nose, annoyed because they weren’t exactly wrong.

She liked house parties. Day parties too. Places where people could actually hear each other speak without screaming over bass-heavy music.

But clubs?

Absolutely not.

Too many bodies packed together in one dark room. Too much sweat. Too much alcohol. Too many men brushing past you like personal space didn’t exist.

And the smell.

God, the smell alone made her want to leave.

She scrunched her nose at the thought.

“I’m going to the bar,” she muttered before slipping away from the group.

She squeezed through the crowd, ignoring elbows and spilled liquor until she finally reached the counter.

The bartender looked up. “What can I get for you?”

“Do y’all have piña coladas?”

“Of course. You want Bacardi Coconut in it?”

“Yes, please.”

He nodded and started making the drink.

“You don’t have a dress on.”

Nori ignored the comment at first, assuming whoever said it couldn’t possibly be talking to her.

“Yo,” the voice said again, louder this time.

She turned, brows furrowing slightly.

“You talking to me?” she asked, pointing at herself.

The man laughed softly. “Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

Now that she was actually looking at him, she had to admit he was fine.

Like… offensively fine.

Tall. Tan skin glowing beneath the dim lights. Sharp jawline. One of those smiles that looked dangerous without even trying.

And unfortunately for her, he knew he looked good too.

“You got jorts on,” he said.

Nori looked down at herself before shrugging. “Yeah. I know.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Most girls come to the club wearing dresses. Or those little lace one-piece outfits that basically look like lingerie.”

“That’s probably because they actually wanted to be here.”

His head tilted slightly at her response.

“You don’t wanna be here?”

“Nope.”

The bartender slid her drink across the counter, condensation already forming along the glass.

The stranger glanced down at it. “So that’s your coping mechanism?”

That earned her first real laugh of the night.

“Yeah,” she admitted, wrapping her fingers around the drink. “This is my coping mechanism.”

“That’s not a good coping strategy, you know. Could turn into something worse.”

“I’ll try to control myself.”

A brief silence settled between them before he spoke again.

“So…” he dragged out, leaning one arm against the bar. “You wanna talk about why you hate it here so much?”

Nori eyed him over the rim of her glass before sighing.

“Sure. Why not?”

She slid into the empty seat beside him.

“I’m listening,” he said.

“Okay, first of all,” she began, gesturing around the club, “the fact that we basically gotta yell at each other to have a conversation.”

“Mhm,” he nodded. “Fair.”

“I like actually talking to people when I go out. In here, everybody keeps saying ‘what?’ every five seconds.”

He chuckled. “Understandable. What else?”

Nori took another sip of her drink.

“It’s like one giant ego competition. Who can pull the most girls. Who got the most money. Who bought the biggest section.” She shook her head. “Everybody in here performing.”

“That’s also true,” he admitted with a laugh.

“And lastly…” She leaned closer like she was sharing a secret. “It fucking stinks in here.”

That made him laugh harder.

“I’m serious,” she continued. “People got enough money to buy bottles but somehow skipped deodorant.”

“Aight, you funny—”

He paused suddenly.

“Wait. You never told me your name.”

“You never asked.”

He lifted both hands in surrender. “You right. My fault.” A grin spread across his face. “So what’s your name?”

“Nori.”

“Okay, Nori.” He extended his hand toward her. “I’m Tyriq.”

She blinked.

Then laughed.

“Are you serious?”

His brows pulled together. “Uh… yeah? Why?”

“I’m sorry,” she said through another laugh. “You just do not look like a Tyriq.”

“I heard that my whole life.”

“I’m sorry, Tyriq,” she repeated, still smiling.

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “You lucky you cool.”

Heat crept into her cheeks unexpectedly.

Which irritated her a little.

She hadn’t expected to enjoy talking to anybody tonight, especially not some random man at the bar.

“Can I get a double shot of Patrón?” Tyriq asked the bartender.

Nori glanced at him. “Damn.”

His head turned toward her immediately. “You just gon’ judge me all night?”

She laughed. “No, no. I’m just saying… a double shot is bold.”

“How?”

“You taking it alone? You got friends here?”

Tyriq grabbed the shot glass once the bartender handed it over.

“I mean…” His eyes flicked toward her. “You drinking alone too. Do you got friends here?”

Nori pressed her lips together, fighting a smile.

“Exactly,” he said smugly. “Since you judging me, you might as well take one with me.”

She looked toward the bartender.

“Can I get a shot too? Just a regular one, though.”

The bartender nodded.

“Lame,” Tyriq muttered.

“I’m already drinking rum,” Nori defended. “I’m not trying to lose consciousness around a stranger. No offense.”

“None taken.”

The second shot arrived quickly.

Tyriq picked his up, then looked at her. “Hold on. Let me make a toast first.”

Nori suddenly became very aware of how charming he was.

And that was dangerous.

Because now she was actually having fun.

Which was the entire reason she avoided places like this to begin with.

“Cheers,” Tyriq said, lifting his glass slightly, “to you not wanting to be here.”

Nori laughed softly.

“And hopefully,” he continued, eyes settling onto hers, “I made your night a little better.”

The look in his eyes nearly made her forget herself for a second.

They took the shots together.

The tequila burned all the way down.

“Maybe just a little bit,” she teased.

“Just a little bit?”

She nodded.

“Well,” he said with a shrug, “that’s better than nothing.”

His gaze stayed on her another second before he asked, “You dance?”

“Not really.”

“Well…” He leaned slightly closer. “You wanna try?”

A man that looked like that had not given her this much attention in a very long time.

And honestly?

Why not.

“Are you gonna teach me?”

Tyriq stood, holding his hand out toward her.

“I can show you a little something.”

Nori tried not to smile.

Failed miserably.

She placed her hand in his, and he led her into the crowd.

At first, she stayed stiff while he showed her a few simple moves, laughing every time she messed up.

“You from around here?” he asked over the music.

“Texas,” she answered. “But, I live in Koreatown.”

“Damn. Texas is lit though.”

“It definitely is.”

He laughed. “So what do you do for fun then?”

“I like day parties. Game nights. Movies. Stuff where I can actually hear myself think.”

“Those sound like vibes for sure.”

“Yea, all the peaceful things.”

As they kept talking, moving together became easier.

More natural.

The liquor settled warmly into her system, loosening her nerves little by little until she found herself stepping closer to him without even realizing it.

Tyriq noticed immediately.

“Oh, okay,” he teased. “So now you feeling confident?”

Nori laughed. “I think the alcohol finally hitting me.”

“Yeah?” He grinned. “Me too. You wanna sit down for a second?”

“No,” she said honestly.

Then she turned around.

Slowly.

Pressing the length of her body against his.

Tyriq’s hands hovered carefully at his sides before he leaned closer to her ear.

“Can I put my hands on your waist?”

“Of course,” Nori murmured.

She reached back, grabbed his hands herself, and guided them onto her hips.

The feeling of his hands settling against her waist made her stomach tighten instantly.

His palms were large, rough enough to contrast against her soft skin, and his grip held just enough pressure to make her hyperaware of every place he touched her.

Nori kept moving against him anyway.

Maybe even closer than before.

Tyriq lowered his head near her ear again, his voice warm beneath the music.

“I think you lied to me.”

She smiled faintly. “About what?”

“You said you couldn’t dance.”

Nori laughed as she turned around to face him again. “I promise you, I’m gonna forget how to do all of this the second I wake up tomorrow morning.”

Tyriq laughed too, keeping his hands comfortably around her waist.

“Hm,” he hummed. “Well, I guess you gon’ have to let me know in the morning.”

“Do I?”

“Mhm.”

The way he looked down at her made her heartbeat stumble slightly.

His eyes lingered too long.

Too confidently.

Nori glanced away first, resting her arms loosely over his shoulders.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Tyriq tilted his head innocently. “Like what?”

She finally looked back at him. “Like that.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“My fault,” he said softly. “You just look really good.”

The warmth rushing into her cheeks was immediate.

“I do?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Absolutely.”

Her smile turned shy despite herself. “Thank you.”

Then her eyes drifted over his face again.

The sharp line of his jaw. His buzz cut. That mouth that kept making her nervous every time he smiled.

“You look really good too,” she admitted quietly.

His brows lifted. “I do?”

“Absolutely.”

Tyriq pressed his lips together, trying—and failing—not to look pleased with himself.

“See,” he said, nodding slowly, “that’s what I like to hear.”

Nori rolled her eyes, laughing softly.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. They just swayed together naturally while the music pulsed around them.

“So,” Tyriq finally asked, “what you doing after this?”

Nori glanced across the club toward Tia and Jai. Both of them were still watching from a distance, clearly trying not to be obvious about it.

“Probably going home,” she answered.

He nodded slowly. “Mm.”

“What about you?”

“Same thing.”

Nori smirked. “Mm.”

Tyriq laughed under his breath.

Then his eyes dropped to her mouth again.

“I like your lips, by the way.”

The comment hit her harder than it should have.

Something low and nervous twisted in her stomach.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“They look soft.”

His voice lowered slightly.

“Kissable too.”

Nori pressed her lips together instinctively before tilting her chin upward just enough to look at him properly.

“You think so?”

“Mhm.”

Her pulse quickened.

“You wanna find out?”

Tyriq held her gaze for a second before answering.

“Only if you want me to.”

The fact that he asked made her smile.

“You’re gonna have to lean down pretty far to reach them, though.”

A slow grin spread across his face.

“I’ll lean as far down as I need to.”

Then he did.

His hand slid slightly higher along her waist as he leaned toward her, giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted to.

She didn’t.

Their lips met softly at first.

But the second kiss lingered longer.

Warmer.

The noise of the club seemed to blur around them as they melted into each other gradually, moving in sync without even thinking about it.

Tyriq’s thumb brushed lightly against her side while he kissed her again, slower this time, like he was trying to memorize the feeling.

When they finally parted for air, his forehead nearly rested against hers.

“You taste good,” he murmured with a quiet grin.

“You taste pretty good too, Tyriq,” Nori murmured back.

His eyes darkened almost immediately.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly. “You wanna run that back or what?”

Nori smiled before sliding her hand behind his neck. Her fingers massaged the warm skin there gently as she pulled him back down toward her.

This kiss lasted even longer.

Deeper.

The careful teasing from before disappeared almost instantly, replaced with something hotter and more intimate. Tyriq’s grip tightened around her waist as he pulled her closer against him, like he physically couldn’t help himself.

Nori could feel the tension in the way he held her.

The way his breathing changed.

The way he kissed her like he was trying not to lose control.

When he finally pulled away, he let out a short breathless laugh and shook his head.

“Okay,” he muttered, stepping back slightly. “If I don’t stop right now, this gon’ get bad for me.”

Nori’s brows furrowed in confusion at first, until she noticed him subtly adjusting his shorts.

Her eyes narrowed playfully before lifting back to his face.

Tyriq laughed under his breath. “I’m just being honest.”

A smirk tugged at her lips.

“Maybe I want it to get bad for you.”

His expression shifted instantly.

Nori’s hands were still resting behind his neck, slowly massaging him while she looked up at him innocently, despite the words that had just left her mouth.

Tyriq puffed his cheeks slightly before exhaling.

“You gotta relax with how you talking to me right now,” he warned, laughing softly. “Especially if you don’t mean it.”

“Oh, I mean it.”

His brows pulled together as he stared down at her.

“So what you tryna do then?”

Nori shrugged lightly. “Whatever you wanna do.”

“See, that’s the problem,” he replied. “I’m tryna do whatever you wanna do. So what’s up?”

She laughs. “You tell me.”

Then she tilts her head slightly.

“How far you live from here?”

“Like ten minutes.”

Nori went quiet for a second, clearly thinking.

Instead of pushing her, Tyriq reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He removes his driver’s license and hands it to her.

She blinks at it in confusion.

“Uh…?”

“Take a picture of it,” he said. “Send it to your friends. I’ll give you my socials too.” He shrugs casually. “I don’t need them worried about you leaving with some random dude.”

Nori stares at him for a second before smiling.

“That’s actually really thoughtful.”

“Yeah,” he says with a grin. “I’m not a dickhead.”

She laughed softly before taking a picture of the ID and texting it to Tia and Jai along with his Instagram.

Almost immediately, her phone lit up with dramatic messages from both of them.

Tia: BITCHHHHHH.

Jai: HE FINE AS HELL. STAY SAFE THOUGH. WE GOT YOUR LOCATION!

Nori rolled her eyes, smiling to herself as she locked her phone.

Tyriq found her hand again and guided her through the crowd toward the exit.

As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit her skin instantly, calming some of the heat that had built up inside the club.

Nori glanced back long enough to wave at her friends, who were both staring at her with shameless excitement from the entrance.

“So,” she said as they walked through the parking lot, “what made you talk to me?”

Tyriq shoved one hand into his pocket while leading her toward his car.

“If I’m being honest?” he said. “I saw your face from across the club first.”

Nori tried not to smile.

“Then I walked to the bar and saw you again,” he continued. “Then I noticed you had on jorts.”

She laughed. “So you were plotting.”

He shrugged. “If you wanna call it that.”

Tyriq clicked his key fob, and the headlights of a black Audi flashed nearby.

Nori looked at him. “Oh, you drive an Audi? What the hell do you do?”

He opened the passenger door for her.

“I act sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” she repeated suspiciously as she climbed inside.

Tyriq just grinned before closing the door.

A few seconds later, he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot.

The inside of the car felt quieter than the club had. More intimate.

Nori turned slightly toward him in her seat, her fingers slowly tracing along his arm while he drove one-handed.

Tyriq glanced at her briefly before chuckling.

“I thought you was innocent.”

“I am,” she replied. “A little.”

“Innocent girls usually don’t leave the club with a man they just met.”

Nori looked out the window for a second before answering honestly.

“You wanna know something?”

“What?”

“This is actually my first time doing this.”

Tyriq looked over at her again.

“I kinda believe that.”

“Why?”

“Because you spent half the night complaining about being outside,” he teased. “I feel honored.”

“Good,” she grins.

The silence in the car was thick, charged with everything they weren’t saying. Tyriq’s hand stayed on her thigh, his thumb stroking slow, lazy circles that gradually crept higher, pushing under the hem of her jorts. Every pass made Nori’s breath hitch.

By the time he pulled into his parking spot, her core was aching.

Tyriq cut the engine and looked over at her, eyes dark.

“You sure?” he asked, voice low.

Nori unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned across the console, and kissed him hard. Tyriq groaned into her mouth, one big hand sliding into her hair as he kissed her back like he’d been dying to.

They barely made it inside his apartment.

The second the door shut, he had her pressed against it, hands gripping her ass as he lifted her slightly. Nori wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning softly when she felt how hard he already was through his shorts.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her neck, grinding into her.

Nori’s head fell back against the door as he kissed down her throat. Her hands pushed under the hem of his black tank top, sliding up over his warm, solid torso. Tyriq pulled back just long enough to yank the tank top off in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere behind him before crashing his mouth back to hers.

He carried her down the short hallway to his bedroom, kicking the door open. He set her on her feet and quickly peeled her top off, then unbuttoned her jorts and shoved them down her legs along with her panties. His eyes dragged hungrily over her naked body.

“Goddamn, Nori…”

She reached for him, running her hands down his chest and abs as he backed her toward the bed. When her knees hit the mattress, she sat, eye-level with the very obvious bulge in his shorts. Tyriq watched her, breathing hard, as she hooked her fingers in his waistband and pulled his shorts and boxers down.

His thick, heavy member sprang free, already leaking at the tip. Nori wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, and looked up at him.

He cursed under his breath. “You really tryna kill me tonight.”

She took him into her mouth, working him wet and deep until his hand gently tightened in her hair.

“Shit… just like that.”

After a few minutes he pulled her off with a shaky breath and pushed her back onto the bed. He spread her thighs wide and ate her pussy like he was starving—messy, hungry, and focused. Two thick fingers pushed inside her while his tongue sucked on her clit, making her back arch hard.

Nori came on his tongue, thighs shaking, moaning his name loud enough that she was glad he didn’t have any roommates.

Tyriq kissed his way back up her body, then reached into his nightstand drawer. He tore open a condom packet, rolled it down his thick length, and settled between her thighs again. The head of his member nudged against her soaked entrance.

Nori wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

Tyriq pushed in slowly, stretching her open inch by inch. They both moaned when he bottomed out, buried deep inside her.

“Fuck,” he breathed against her neck, voice strained. “You feel so good.”

He started moving—deep, rolling strokes that quickly turned harder. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, her soft moans, and his low curses every time she clenched around him.

Nori’s nails dug into his back as he hit that perfect spot again and again.

“Right there—Tyriq, fuck, don’t stop—”

“Come on me,” he growled, thrusting harder. “I want you all over me.”

She came hard the second time, crying out as her core pulsed around him. Tyriq fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slid back in deep.

This angle made her see stars. He fucked her harder, one hand gripping her ass while the other reached around to rub her clit.

“Again,” he demanded, voice rough. “Come again.”

Nori came a third time, shaking and whimpering into the sheets. Tyriq followed right after with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard inside the condom.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing heavy and sweaty. Eventually Tyriq pulled out carefully, tied off the condom, and tossed it into the trash before collapsing beside her. He pulled Nori against his chest and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Nori smiled sleepily against his skin.

“That was….” she murmured, voice hoarse. “So good.”

Tyriq chuckled low, the sound rumbling through his chest.

“Did I make you feel good?”

“Mhm,” she hums.

They stayed tangled up like that for a while, breathing each other in. Tyriq eventually got up to dispose of the condom properly and came back with a warm cloth for her. After cleaning her up gently, he climbed back into bed and pulled her against him again, her head resting on his chest.

“You can spend the night if you want,” he said quietly, voice still a little rough. “No pressure though. If you don’t feel comfortable, I don’t mind taking you home. Whatever you wanna do.”

Nori traced a lazy pattern on his stomach with her fingertip.

“You literally gave me your driver’s license to send to my friends,” she teased with a soft laugh. “I think I’ll be okay sleeping here tonight.”

Tyriq grinned and squeezed her hip. “You will, I promise.”

She smiled and snuggled closer, letting the steady beat of his heart lull her to sleep.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, warm across Tyriq’s face. He stirred slowly, reaching out on instinct for the warm body that had been curled against him most of the night.

His hand met cool sheets instead.

Tyriq’s eyes opened fully. The spot beside him was empty, the pillow still slightly dented. He sat up, frowning as he looked around the quiet room. No sign of her clothes on the floor. No sound of the shower running.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and noticed a small piece of paper on the nightstand, propped up against his phone.

He picked it up and read:

Thank you for making my night 10x better. Hopefully you’re not a dickhead like you said you weren’t, and you’ll give me a call or message me back when you wake up. - Nori

A slow smile spread across his face as he reread the note. He shook his head, chuckling under his breath.

Tyriq leaned back against the headboard, still holding the note, thumb brushing over her handwriting. He reached for his phone, already thinking about what to text her first.

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tags: @xtyriq

[itshimcaam]

oooooo yes this the one

[thatssokarii]

I love you seceretly

College!Cameron Cade X Black!waitress Reader

Part One

Summary: Part Two of You dont know my name, This is basically part one in camerons POV

Content Warnings: None, Cameron is equally as obsessed

W/C:1.7k

A/N: This is my first time writing the opposite POV, let me know what you guys think. I suggest reading Part one for the full context of their conversation, this is just Cameorns thoughts.

Inspired by(This had been on loop its such a good song):

It started as a recommendation from one of the guys on the team. They mentioned the diner on campus tucked away, quiet, good coffee, no one bothered you and that was enough for me.

I just needed a place to get a coffee in between classes and on days off. I hadn’t expected to end up with a slight obsession with the waitress there.

It was two months ago when I first saw her. I had sat down just needing a coffee and some space to work. 

Her voice registered before anything else. It was soft and felt familiar even though I had never met her before. It was like the pressure from classes and football lifted from my shoulders. I glanced at her and immediately tore my eyes away. I was a thousand percent sure that was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. 

Girls were never a problem for me particularly, I just knew better than to add anything complicated onto my already full plate.

People talked , how "Cameron Cade was a player and switched from girl to girl.” And maybe they were partially true there were some here and there but I wasn’t half of the whore the campus thought of me. 

I stayed to myself for the most part. I could recognize a pretty girl when I saw one but it was easier this way. Less distractions and less expectations from others.

A girlfriend wasn't exactly at the forefront of my mind. Until her.

After muttering my order, a black coffee, I tried to busy myself with work but it was impossible when I knew she was around.

Whenever her back was turned or she was too busy to pay attention I was looking. There was something calming in how fluidly she moved through the space.  How bright her smile was and how sweet her voice was.

I made sure to look away in time so I didn’t seem like a creep with a staring problem. She would always try to make small talk but it’s like all basic social skills were out the window when she came around. 

I tried to flash a smile when I could remember how to work my face and say thank you whenever she would refill my coffee. I wasn’t trying to come off rude, hopefully she didn’t see me that way.

The feelings she produced out of me were foreign. When I decided I wanted to entertain attention from a woman it usually came easy. Most of the time they were already interested and I didn’t have to work much.

Something made me not even want to try and make an advance at her. She seems out my league, I wouldn’t risk fucking up anything. 

The diner was peaceful and the spot I found allowed me to stay out the way long enough to get something done unbothered, at least when I could tear my eyes away from her to focus on my work.

It was just a plus the girl serving me coffee was out of this world gorgeous.

After an hour of multitasking assignment and staring, I left a tip and left. She more than deserved it, I was definitely satisfied with my visit and would be returning very soon.

It started off pretty tame, I would come by the diner on any off day I had and that wasn’t very often. At least not as often as I wanted too.

Our interactions never went beyond simple, ‘hello’s’ and ‘the usual?’. It was a shame I didn’t have any classes with her. I wondered what her major was.

We had never crossed paths before the diner and I was invested in learning more about her. All I knew was her name from her name tag.

First it was a coincidence, seeing her across the quad with a group of friends. That led to having conversations with those same people at a party and learning more of you through their intoxicated oversharing.

Their friend who didn’t come out to party because of homework. 

‘She’s has a stem major, if she’s not working she’s studying’ 

She was beautiful and smart. 

Next, I saw her in the dining hall. She was alone and oblivious enough to not check if anyone was looking at her. Head down in her own world.

I went the next day at the same time and she was there again. It became a routine. I hadn’t known her full schedule yet but from what I picked up, she worked afternoons during the school week and worked early on weekends. That worked well with my schedule so I was able to pop it at her job and see her.

It’s not like I just went for her, I would get work done. And I wasn’t stalking her at the quad. I just knew when she would be there and decided to sit where she would pass me.

I tried to rationalize myself going out of my way to see her. It was probably starting to borderline stalker-ish. But it was worth it. The little time I could see her even if we didn’t talk much.

Part of it being my fault because I was too scared to speak. I wasn’t sure what I was afraid of. Maybe it was the fact that most interactions I had with a woman were usually quick and for one reason. I never really did the lovey stuff. I guess I never found the right person I wanted to try it with. She felt close but I wouldn’t  make her an experiment in my love life. 

So watching her would have to be enough.

————

That leads me to today. It's been two months of acting like her shadow and I was used to the schedule. But after the day I had I needed to see her.

I overslept, missing my first class of the day and a test which my professor wouldn't allow a retake.

After that it was pretty smoothe sailing, until later. 

At practice, the coach didn’t let anything slide. If I was off a second on anything he was on my ass. It dragged out an hour later than usual.

Not to mention the call from home, my mom reminding me that they are all back home and miss me. That they’re rooting for me. 

Truth is sometimes I didn’t even want to play anymore. Being QB is nice but it has been my dads passion longer than mine, buy i coudn't let them down.

No one understood though. 

I just needed some calm after the shit show that was today. That's how I ended up at the diner. It was late and they were about to close but I just needed to see her. The thought of having to wait till Wednesday for time to see her didn’t appeal to me at all. 

I’d just stop by before closing and go simple.

I entered, there she was with her back turned, she spoke reminding me that they closed soon.

Her voice made me regret coming just a bit, I could tell she was tired and the last thing she wanted to do was help another person tonight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quick” I managed, taking a seat at the counter.

It was just us from what I could see.

She beckoned me to take a seat, she seemed far away in thought. Her back was to me again as she put on some coffee. 

I loved watching her, something about her I couldn’t place. I can’t even say what I'd give to know what she was thinking.

She placed my coffee down not even needing to be reminded of what I liked. I was aware a plain black coffee wasn’t hard to remember but I’m sure she helps many people a day but the fact she reminded me at least my order meant something.

She turned back away, my voice was caught, I wanted to say something but didn’t know what.

“You always know my order.”

That was good right? A good conversation started.

“Um ... .yeah you come in a lot.” She said dismissively.

“I didn’t know it was noticeable” I tried to laugh it off.

“It is kind of my job to notice things like that.” She let out a quiet laugh. 

She was right, it was her job. Nothing not special.

I’m not sure why I thought otherwise. This fucked up obsession is just in head and she has no idea how I feel and probably thinks I’m a creep.

“You’re here later than usual.” She observed. Her voice as soft as honey. 

My head lifted a little. She noticed. Maybe I’m not as delusional. 

It was her job dumbass. Of course.

After that the conversations didn’t last long.

She asked me about my day. This was all new, I was never able to get past simple greetings and now we were having a full conversation and she seemed genuinely interested. She made me feel like I could be vulnerable. 

I didn’t feel that often.

And of course she was a good listener, something else to add to the growing list of positive qualities she possessed.

We talked back and forth for what felt like forever. Maybe it was because I didn't want the moment to end.

Smiled on our face as we sat in a comfortable silence once all was and and done. 

She reminded me that it was closing time and that brought me out of my trance. All the weight I came there with felt lifted even if it was only going to last for a little. 

“I’ll see you soon?” She asked me, was that hope I heard in her voice or was I tripping?

“For sure” I nodded as I gave her a smile and exited.

I tried to be nonchalant knowing that my hands were clammy from how nervous I was, hopefully she couldn’t tell.

I left the diner walking to my car trying to not jump in joy. Did the idea of seeing her again do as much to her as it did me.

I had to convince myself not to make the days I go to the diner on my schedule because I felt like I was doing too much.

All I could think of as I drove home was what my next move would be to make her mind.

Fuck all the talk about leaving her alone. That was done. She would know how I felt one way or another. 

My first step was to get her out of the diner.

——————

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@blackfemreaderr

[thatssokarii]

You Dont Know My Name

College!Cameorn Cade X Black!Waitress Reader

Part one Part two

Content warning: None really, Reader is crushing hard, Slow burn

W/C: 2.6k

Inspired by:

You hadn't even realized the crush or obsession you had developed for Cameron cade, until it was too late.

You remember the first time Cameron came into the campus diner. The exchange was very brief, he sat at a quiet table, you took his order, he didn't really look at you, his head seemed else where, but he was polite enough to flash you a quick smile as he ordered a plain black coffee.

People who drank plain coffee always left you on edge but you pushed your thoughts aside. You served him, he quietly said thank you and stayed there for about an hour. 

As the time passed, for some reason you couldn't focus on your job, he hadn't even paid you that much attention and you were hooked. Maybe it was his voice, how low and calm it was. Or maybe the way he carried himself, how he walked in tall like he wasn't aware of the atmosphere shifting around him. 

You breezed through the hour on autopilot, taking orders, refilling coffees, balancing plates on your arm with a practiced ease. Your body knew the routine well enough to perform without your mind fully being there.

He hadn’t moved much, sitting in the booth by the window, his laptop was opened, and a hand rested against his mouth while he read something with the utmost concentration. 

He looked serious and focused, not like the version of him you've heard about around campus. You always heard of Cameron Cade, The star quarterback who everyone knew of and whose name was thrown around in conversations you weren't even thought about in. He seemed careless, and untouchable. He definitely didn't look like he sat down in a diner on a Wednesday afternoon to study.

You made sure to refill his coffee every now and then, making your presence known in a subtle way. Making your voice sound extra sweet as you asked if he needed anything else which he declined. You lingered a second too long before walking away. 

He still hadn't really looked at you, and you hated how disappointed that made you feel. Because to him, you were just the waitress. Meant to refill his coffee every 20 minutes and then disappear behind the counter.

After about an hour and a half he left the diner, he left and tip slightly under his coffee mug and was gone. Though hating to see him leave you were grateful to finally be able to relax, it's like you forgot how to function in the presence of someone so attractive.

You went to clean his table and your eyes flew to the folded bills underneath the mug.

Twenty dollars.

More than necessary.

Your chest tightened for reasons you didn't think you should examine too closely. It was probably nothing. Just him being polite, just a habit. But to you it felt personal, not the money or the amount, but the thought behind it.  Maybe it was intentional, maybe not. 

To him you were just the girl who refilled his coffee, just hands that appeared and disappeared, a face blurred in the background. You still memorized him in pieces. The way he leaned forward when focused and the furrow in his brows as he looked over the contents on his computer.

Nonetheless you cleaned his table and finished your shift, wondering when you’d see him again.

—------

That was two months ago, since then you had become more than tuned in with Cameron's schedule. You didn't mean to at first, it wasn’t intentional. Just small observations that slowly started to stack on top of each other in your brain. 

He came on Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays. You learned that these were the days that he didn't have football practice. Wednesdays he’d come after classes you assumed around 3 to 4 pm. And on the weekends he'd usually come early around 10 am. 

It came together in pieces, bits of conversations you caught that weren't meant for you. On rare occasions his teammates would join him but very rarely.

“Coach finally gave us Wednesday off.”

“Saturday morning film got moved.”

“Yeah, ill see you sunday, I dont have practice”

Weekend Cameron was always more relaxed, sometimes he studied, sometimes he'd just sit down not doing much, leaning back in the booth like he was finally able to exist without expectation.

You didn’t entertain the idea of dating much, not seriously at least. You were a hopeless romantic and having a crush on a regular customer definitely made your shifts go by a little quicker. But you had deemed dating as something you saw but didn't experience firsthand. 

You loved the idea of small things like lingering looks and accidental touches. The kind of love built slowly and naturally. That's probably why after two months into your one-sided crush for Cameron cade, you were still going so strong.

It was harmless, he didn't know of your crush or about you enough to reject you. He existed in a space where your feelings could live quietly and undisturbed. You did wonder what it would feel like to be seen by him. Not as the girl behind the counter, or a part of the background he moved through without thought. 

You knew this crush would probably be fleeting…..like the rest. 

You had the habit of finding a guy and developing a crush just based on the potential you thought they had. The version of them that existed before reality stepped in and changed your world view. 

You’d learn something small. A personality trait that didn't sit right. A tone in their voice. A comment maybe meant as a joke that landed wrong. A way they carried themselves that didn't match the story you wrote in your head. And just like that, there was a bad taste in your mouth when you saw them and the feelings would fade over time.

You knew a crush was just a lack of information, The less you know the easier it is for your brain to fill in the blanks for you. That's why the distance between Cameron was nice for the time.

There was no risk of your view of him being shattered because you had no real access. There were no late night conversations or numbers exchanged. Nothing messy.

You knew only bits and pieces. For example,

He played football and was good from what you heard.

Liked his coffee black, never asked for sugar, or cream.

That he came to the diner on wednesdays, saturdays and sundays. 

Around campus he was labeled a player. The kind of guy that never stayed too long or promised too much.

He also tipped well and had a nice simile.

You hadn’t ran into him outside of the diner so rumors were easy to tune out. Easy to separate from the quiet version of him that sat quietly in that booth. 

And maybe that was the appeal. You didn't know enough to be disappointed. 

Just enough to be intrigued. And that was enough.

—------

It was a Monday night, you were closing dinner as usual. The afternoon rushed long over and the only sound filling the place was the quiet radio playing a song that you most definitely have already listened to 4 times that day.

Your feet ached from hours standing and you had been counting the minutes until your shift was over since you clocked in. 

Halfway through wiping down the counter the bell above the door rang, you hated how some people would come 5 minutes before closing. You just swept those floors and here this asshole comes.

“We're closing soon.” You called out, a little sharper than intended. You hadn’t even turned your back to look at who it was.

“I’m sorry, I'll be quick.”

Your hands stilled.

You turned, and your stomach dropped.

Cameron.

For a second you stared as he walked towards the counter. He wasn't supposed to be here, not today. Not on a Monday and definitely not at night.

You were not prepared for this at all, You just worked a full shift. He wasn't supposed to see this version of you.

This wasn't the version you preferred him to see. Not the one you put effort into. Effort that you hadn't even realized you were putting in. It was an unconscious habit at first.

Little things that you did at the beginning that just became a practice. On days you knew he would come your would make sure your hair looked nice, and you picked the work shirt that fit you better, concealer under your bags and lipgloss you would fix throughout your shift.

You even started putting your earrings back in, you never cared to wear them.

And now he was here.

Unplanned and out of the blue, catching you off guard.

“I-um,” You started, immediately back tracking your tone immediately softening as you straightened, fixing your posture. “It's okay to have a seat, you can still sit. I just- yeah. You're fine.”

How smooth.

You winced internally, as you turned to put a fresh pot of coffee on needing to do something with your hands.

He stepped further inside, the door swinging to a close behind him. He didn't sit in his usual seat, he sat at the counter, not his usual booth.

You busied yourself making his coffee, avoiding turning and looking at him. You couldn't believe this was happening, you had no makeup on, there was a grease stain on your shirt from a spill and you knew for sure you smelled like burnt coffee and probably sweat.  

Not a good look at all.

“The usual?” You asked back, still turned to him.

“Yes ma’am.”

You could have fell out right there, something about the way he sounded calling you ma’am made your knees weak. You thought a little harder about it and maybe he called you that because he didn't know your name. Probably never even looked at your name tag. Because he doesn't car–

Your spiraling thoughts cut off as the coffee machine beeped, you hurried yourself with making his cup before turning and placing it in front of him.

“There you go”

“Thank you.”

You nodded, already starting to turn away, because it was what you always did.

Drop it off. Leave. Keep it moving.

But-

“You always know my order.”

Slowly you turned back around, He was looking at you. Like actually looking at you, not past or a brief glance.

At you.

“Um…..Yeah you come in alot.”

He gave you a nod as he processed what you said.

“I didn't know it was that noticeable.”

You let out a quiet breathe that almost turned into a laugh, "It's kind of my job to notice things like that.”

“Yeah, guess it is.” He said with a faint hint of something in his voice you couldn't quite place.

“You're here later than usual.” You added, softer this time. “I don't usually see you come in on Mondays.”

 The words slipped before you could stop them.

Your stomach dropped, what if he thought that sounded creepy.

“You noticed that too?”

Heat crept up your neck. “I just work alot.”

It wasn't a lie necessarily, but it also wasn't the whole truth.

He hummed, glancing down at his coffee for a second before returning his gaze to you.

“Rough day?” You asked.

“Yeah just, practice, classes, everything all at once.” He said after a beat.

You nodded slowly, shifting your weight. “That sounds….exhausting.”

“It is,”he admitted, no hesitation. “People think it's just a game, but it's a lot more than that”

You believed him, you’d seen it.

“You come here to get away from it?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah,” he said after a second. “I do.”

Your fingers busied themselves slowly picking at the edge of the counter.

“I thought so.” You started, “You’re very quiet, You seem like you focused on something all the time”

You hoped that didn't sound weird, like you were watching him. I mean you were but he didn't need to know that.

He didn't look put off like you thought he might be.

“Its easier to think here I don't know why,” He let out a breathe, “No ones really asking anything of me when im here.”

“I get that.” You trailed off thinking of what to say next.

“What about you?” He asked. “Are you always observant or am I just special?”

Your breath caught, a small nervous laugh slipping before you could stop it.

“I think it's just the job” You said trying to save yourself. “You pick up a lot when you see the same people every day.”

He didn't seem convinced.

HIs eyes stayed on you a second longer, You felt hyper always of yourself. You had to resist the urge to fix your hair or tug at your shirt.

“Ive been coming in here for a minute now.” 

“I know.” You replied without thinking.

He smiled. Not in the polite  passing way you were used too, it was something different about this one. More real.

“How come this is our first full conversation?” He asked simply, like it wasn't a big deal.

You shrugged, unable to form a sentence. You hated how you froze up in situations like this.

“Are you always this quiet?”

“Not really it just depends.” you say, huffing out a laugh.

“On what?”

“Where I am, who I'm with.” You shrug.

His lips pressed together like he was holding back another smile.

“Which one is it right now?”

“Both.” You admitted. “I'm more fun outside work.” You huffed out a nervous laugh, failing at your attempt to make a joke.

He hummed, nodding with a small smirk fighting its way onto his face.

For a moment you both remained quiet, the conversation which was unexpected at first had begun to soften around the edge. The silence wasn't awkward; it had just reached a place neither of you knew how to get past.

You glanced down at the counter, wiping a spot you had already cleaned earlier.

“I should probably finish closing,” you murmur, you knew you didn't want the moment to end but it was safer this way.

“Right,” He cleared his throat and he went to grab his wallet.

You grabbed his empty coffee cup, "Don't worry about it.”

“Thanks” His mouth opened and closed like he was going to say something but stopped himself. You turned to put his mug away when he called your name.

Your eyes widened briefly as you turned facing him. 

“How’d you know my name?”

“Your name tag” He huffed out a laugh.

“Oh right,”  You said in realization, you forgot sometimes it was there. You let out a laugh. Trying to cover up how embarrassed you were. It was like you lost all sense around him.

He paused before speaking, almost like he was debating if he was going to say his next words or not.?

“It was nice talking to you.” He finally said.

You felt like he had more on his mind but  you didn't push any. Just nodding like an idiot, with a smile on your face you were sure was too big.

“Yeah you too.” you paused. “I'll see you soon?”

“For sure,” He nodded with a smile as he exited the diner. 

The silences had settled, you finished cleaning the diner with a stupid grin on your face. There was a warm feeling in your chest the rest of the night. 

The possibilities for what could come from that short conversation are already flooding your brain before you could stop them.

[itshimcaam]

" You had the habit of finding a guy and developing a crush just based on the potential you thought they had. The version of them that existed before reality stepped in and changed your world view. " ????????

[blingblingtual]

lets all jump klay thompson

[itshimcaam]

no like literally i'm so sickly upset rn

[v4mpdxllzz]

𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐐 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [𝟏𝟖+]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ➳ cameron cade, teddy spencer, jackson brooks, ledger ward, aaron (atlana)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➳ SMUT, smut, and uhhh more smut

𝐀/𝐍 ➳ I’m back and I will never abandon this app ever again. Life was AWFUL when I stopped writing lmao.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 or I’ll whoop your ass

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 (riding/cowgirl)

Absolutely loves it when you ride him. He needs you on top of him at all times so he can stare at your tits all night. Only downside about this position is that he NEVER lasts long. How could he when he’s got the chance to swirl your nipples in his mouth.

PACE ➳ He always makes sure that you ride him nice and slow. Nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want to cum too fast. Your tight walls clenching around him as you slowly move up and down. The way you clench extra hard when you reach the tip because you know it makes him shiver.

BONUS ➳ he HAS to nut in you because of his breeding kink. He just wants to prepare you for the future incase y’all decide to have kids.

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 (backshots + pronebone + anything that’ll get him to see that ass)

He’s sick and tired of all the attitude you give him while he’s on the job, so he’ll definitely make sure you pay for that shit later. He’ll let it slide, making you think you’ve gotten away with your bratty attitude earlier. But later in the night, he’ll get you when you least expect it. He’ll pin you down on your stomach and force you not to move. This man will talk you through it ALL.

PACE ➳ Fast strokes cause he just can’t help himself. It drives him crazy knowing that he can’t fuck you while he’s on the job.

He’ll also put you in a headlock, forcing you to apologize after talking shit all damn day. Makes it his sole mission to make you cum at least three times. The night ain’t over unless he gets what he wants…

Lastly, he will never NOT cum in you. At the end of the day, he needs to know that you belong to him and ONLY him.

BONUS ➳ On the days that it’s too risky to fuck, then he’ll make you get on your knees and give him head. Ropes of spit dripping down your chest as he fucks your mouth. Pushes your head down and makes you swallow all of his nut without spitting that shit out. He just wants to fix that smart ass mouth you got.

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 (missionary)

That goofy persona of his disappears the second he gets you in bed. He needs to kiss you as he gets deeper inside of you. This is his favorite position because he gets the chance to kiss you all over the place. Neck kisses, cheek kisses, jaw kisses, hand wrapped around your throat, etc. The sound of your moans turn him on so fucking much he just can’t get enough of you.

PACE ➳ moderate. Not too hard or fast. Slow enough to where y’all can both see it go in and out.

BONUS ➳ if he’s feeling bold enough, then he’ll put your legs on his shoulders and dig into you. He’ll rock his hips up and down to hit your sweet spot. Or if he’s feeling REALLY bold then he’ll press his hand on your lower stomach and fuck you til your gushing all over him.

𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 (spooning)

He’s a big softie so he doesn’t want to do anything that could hurt you. Rubs your clit with soft, tiny circles as he’s digging in you from the side. Squeezes the FUCK out of your titties. Got his hand on your throat as he kisses your neck too.

PACE ➳ DANGEROUSLY slow strokes that got you begging for him. Chokes you even harder when he’s ready to go faster.

𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 (backshots)

Loves seeing that ass jiggle as he fucks you. Pushes you down into the bed to fuck you even harder. He ain’t done unless he got you screaming and shaking. Makes it his sole mission to make sure you can’t walk after this. Your raspy moans and get louder as he thrusts deeper inside you.

PACE ➳ a rough but steady rhythm. Keeps his grip extra tight on your hips to make sure you ain’t going nowhere.

BONUS ➳ He’ll certainly make you work for your nut. He’ll force you to throw that ass back on him when he knows you’re desperate to cum.

[itshimcaam]

i'll take em all

[blackfemreaderr]

feral for him

[itshimcaam]

ohhhh don't get me started

[yourleogf]

munch ❥ tyriq withers

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

SUMMARY: inspired by this TikTok + this second TikTok + this Instagram post. 🩷

you didn’t know what had gotten into Cameron — and truthfully, you still didn’t — but all you knew is that something had to have been bothering him heavily for him to immediately bury his face between your legs the moment he stepped foot inside your shared home.

“C-Cameron!” you cried out, your voice taking on a higher pitch, as your jaw dropped and your head fell back onto the bed, your eyes rolling back while your hands pulled at the bedspread, “shiiit, baby, i c-can’t—oh, fuuuck!—can’t t-taaake it— nnnnngh!”

Cameron had your legs pushed back so far that your feet were beside your head, and you honestly didn’t know how he managed to keep them in place because they had been trembling uncontrollably for the past few minutes. his grip was firm, not firm enough to hurt you but firm enough that you couldn’t move, and his mouth was unrelenting, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your pussy he could come in contact with.

he had already made you cum three times and it hadn’t even been ten minutes.

he didn’t speak. didn’t mumble or utter a word. he just kept eating and lapping at you like he was devastatingly hungry and you were his only source of nutrition for the day, his tongue working wildly yet skillfully to get you to your next climax while simultaneously licking up the juices from the previous one.

unsteadily, your head rose and you looked down at him, watching him work in completely awe with a hint of shock as he ate your pussy off the bone. sensing your gaze, Cameron’s eyes flickered upward and he maintained eye contact with you, his greenish-blue irises seemingly darker than what they usually were.

even then, he still didn’t speak or mumble out anything. it was as if his brain had shut down or went on autopilot while his mouth and tongue continued moving instinctually and on muscle memory, and you couldn’t think straight enough to properly question him about what had happened to him because your mind was full of nothing but fog.

a whimper left your mouth before you even realized it, the sound desperate and utterly pathetic, and Cameron’s hands left your legs to travel to your shaky hands as his fingers intertwined with yours and he held your hands tight, not tight enough to hurt you but tight enough to ground you in the earth-shattering moment.

surprisingly, your legs stayed in place once his hands left them, your trembling limbs seemingly in tune with Cameron’s mouth and knowing better than to mess up his meal by falling down or closing around his head.

your held Cameron’s hands tight — tighter than he was holding yours — and your head fell back onto the bed again as your eyes suddenly squeezed shut and a deep furrow formed between your eyebrows, a loud sob of pleasure falling from your lips while the shaking in your legs increased.

“C-Caaaaam, baby, i’m f-finna— oh, fuuuck, i caaaan’t— shit, shit, shiiit— uuuuugh!” your body completely spasmed underneath Cameron as you came for the fourth time, another sob falling from your lips while you struggled immensely to handle the intensity of your orgasm, “fuckfuckfuck— Cameroooon!”

your moans, cries, sobs, and whines bounced off of the wall of your shared bedroom as your body twitched and shook from your climax, your eyelids squeezing tighter around your eyes while your jaw went slack and your mouth hung open.

but one thing about Cameron Cade? he wasn’t stopping until he was satisfied, but you didn’t know how much more of his mouth you could take before you ultimately tapped out on him.

[itshimcaam]

oh?

[mooodywrites]

trading places: tyriq withers x black!fem reader

summary: you wanted to try something, turns out? you like it a lot more than you'd expect.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, D/s elements, subtyriq, domfem reader, inspired by this post.

a/n: tyriq is such a switch lol i love it + that quinn series isn't helping it at all. i need him so bad 😭

“how would you feel if i was in control tonight?” you asked walking out of your shared bathroom, wearing one one of his old college t-shirts that comes to your thighs. 

tyriq’s in your shared bed, sitting up against the headboard. He takes a moment before answering. His eyes follow you as you walk across the room, all the way until you join him on the bed, straddling his hips. 

“whatchu mean by, “in charge”?” he asks, his hands resting on your thighs, fingers rubbing small circles absentmindedly. 

“y’know…I tell you what to do for a change. you ask me for permission tonight,” your voice getting huskier as you lean into him. “you let me use you however I want to tonight.” you murmur. almost too shy to say the words aloud. 

tyriq’s eyes narrow while he cocks his head to the side. his eyebrows furrow together but not in digust—more so curiosity. 

you notice how quiet he’s gotten, taking advantage of your position on his lap, you grind your hips down on to him. “do you like the sound of that, hm?” you ask, sprinkling a few kisses on his neck. moving to pull his ear lobe between your lips. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good tonight too.” you continue the slow movement of your hips feeling his semi-hard dick against your bare center. 

he chokes out a soft moan, nodding. you tsk. “you gotta use your words baby.” as you drag your nails up and down the nape of his neck.

“yes.” he breathes and you stop your ministrations. “yes what?” 

“yes ma’am.” he quickly corrects. 

you take a moment before replying, the title lands and settles deep within. you’re intoxicated with the rush of how quick he catches on. 

“good boy.” you purr softly. 

you move off his lap and sit in front of him on the bed. his oversized t-shirt rode up your thighs, as his eyes travelled between your thighs for quick glance of your bare center during the motion. he quickly corrects himself again, meeting your eyes directly. 

“you wanna see?” you ask him, voice low. 

he starts to nod, but quickly remembers his words for the night; “yes ma’am.” 

your lips spread into a slow grin as you open your thighs. you prop yourself up on one arm, as the other rests comfortably between your legs. 

you let a soft sigh slip as your hand moves closer to your dripping center. “you see what you do to me, baby?” 

your hand starts to make small circles around your clit, soft whines tumbling out of your lips with each motion. your fingers moved through the wetness slowly, letting them move down to gather more of your essence. 

tyriq’s eyes were glued on your center. almost as if he blinked, you’d disappear. you never saw his eyes like this—glossy, pupils dilated. his breathing was becoming labored just from watching you. he was ready and willing to do anything.

“baby, look at me.” you coo. 

it takes a moment, but his eyes meet yours. your hand is still lazily moving between your thighs. 

“you wanna taste?” you ask. 

“yes ma’am.” he answers quickly, almost as if he couldn’t wait to say it correctly the first time. 

you bask in the simple answer—who knew he had this side to him. even more, who knew you’d love it. 

getting back on his lap again, you move your hand to his mouth, letting your index and middle fingers rest on his lips. he suckles on them gently—savoring the salty but sweet taste of you—a groan rumbling in the back of his throat. you move your fingers from his mouth and rest your arms on his shoulders

he looks so pretty like this. so pliant. he’s looking up at you as if nothing else matters in this moment. his hands move to the back of your thighs, rubbing his hands up and down the smooth skin. he’s so needy. he leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against yours hesitantly. he takes a deep breath, trying to pace himself. 

“ride my face, baby, please.” he breathes. 

the only sounds that could be heard the soft smacks of wet skin. he hooked his arms around your thighs, wanting you to fully sit on his face. 

not hover. sit. 

he ate you like a man starved, tongue lapping at your pussy. suckling on your clit. his eyes were closed, completely lost in the moment. you ran your fingers through his scalp, gripping the bluntly cut hairs and he moaned into you. 

“just like fuckin’ that, oh my—“ you mewl.   

you hips started their own rotation against his mouth. 

“you’re doing such a good fucking job baby.” you breathe. 

he keens at your praise. a man like him put together in every other way but his undoing is hearing how good he’s doing for you. 

you look down at him eyes already locked on you, still clouded with lust. 

“use me baby, please.” he moans into you again. 

tyriq’s voice shocks you, but you still continue to grind on his face chasing after your own orgasm. his hands move from your hips to under your shirt, playing with both nipples. you moan loudly as his fingers and mouth are working in tandem bringing you closer to the precipice of it all. 

the tight grasp you have on the control begins to falter for a moment; roles almost switching. his hands settle back on your hips to keep you up. your skin feels warm as your orgasm crashes into you. your hands are still tangled in his hair; your hips slowing to a languid pace across his face. you lift your hips from his mouth and his face is covered in you.

the sight awakens something primal within you, as if you’ve marked your territory. 

he’s still breathing hard, while moving down his body. you kiss him, moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth. your tongue in his mouth, searching for every drop of yourself. breaking the kiss, you grin at him. 

“you like being good for me, don’t you?” you start settling yourself back on his lap. tyriq’s now sitting up, looking at you through hooded eyes. you’re not really expecting a response anymore. everything about him has shifted—eyes focused on you, he’s a lot more quieter as if he’s waiting for you to tell him what else to do. 

“lemme show you what being good for me, gets you baby.” you purr. 

you make quick work of taking off the only article of clothing you had on before reaching for his waistband, tugging just enough to get his attention. 

“lift up for me.” you mutter. 

he moves immediately, just enough for you to pull his dick out. you then line him up with your entrance and sank down on him slowly. the both of you share a sharp gasp from the sensation. a moment passes before you moved, allowing yourself to get adjusted to the fullness. you begin to grind your hips lazily, feeling just how deep he was in you. 

tyriq’s hands instantly went to your breast, cupping them in his hands, pinching each nipple between his thumb and index fingers. the added sensation made your hips speed up. he felt so good deep in you & you loved how he looked at you. 

“baby, you feel so fucking good.” he breathed. his hands went to their favorite place of the night and he began thrusting up meeting you halfway. “you were in control all night,” he starts. “but now, I need you to make a fucking mess for me mama.” he told you. 

your eyebrows were furrowed together, eyes shut tightly and your head was thrown back. you couldn’t answer him in that moment; everything felt so good. your moans started to get high and airy. he knew you were close—he snaked his hand back up your body, wrapping it around your throat, forcing you to look at him. 

“can you do that for me babygirl?” he asks softly despite how deep he was fucking you. all you could do is nod. but you should’ve known that wasn’t gonna pass with him tonight. 

he tsks, “words baby; use them.” 

“yes daddy.” you choke out. 

his thrusts speed up chasing his own orgasm, all you can do is keep your hands on his chest moans freely flowing at this point. again, your skin feels warm to the touch as your orgasm builds; feeling yourself tighten around tyriq while his strokes get messier—the tension between the both of you winding tight. his name a helpless plea on your lips as your orgasm crashes into you while his hands are gripping your hips as he empties himself deep inside of you. 

both of you come down; breaths uneven, skin damp. tyriq has a lazy grin on his face. your lips spread matching his. 

“what happened to “oh im in control tonight?” he says, mimicking your voice. 

you roll your eyes playfully, hitting his chest. “not right now, tyriq.” a laugh bubbling up from your chest. 

“c’mon, let’s go get cleaned up.” he says smacking your ass.

you definitely liked being in control too much for this to be the end of it. 

[xoshowgrl]

CAMERON’S INTERLUDE, cameron cade.

i think we’ve stopped yearning for gentleman and i wanna bring it back with a darker spin for my cammy baby.

content: explicit sexual content mdni, explicit language, yearning, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, p in v, backshots, cream pie.

you loved how cameron had this elusive restraint about him.

it was so fascinating — how he never overstepped, even while operating inside one of his most forbidden desires. how he wanted you while he stood back and watched his best friend treat you like shit. watched his bestfriend— a sorry excuse of a man talk over you in public like your thoughts were just background noise.

watched him leave you waiting outside restaurants because he was “running late” and never once apologized like it mattered. watched him forget the little things that should’ve been instinct — the way you liked your coffee, the way your voice got quiet when you were hurt, the way your shoulders curled in when you were trying not to cry. watched him take your softness for granted like it was infinite.

and somehow, every single time that man left you in pieces, cameron was there. Not always in obvious ways. Not always loudly.

but there.

maybe that’s what pulled you in first.

cause for once in your life it wasn't the size of the dick of the man in your life or the way their hands felt on your waist.

maybe it was the consistency.

or could it have been the way he brought his own flyness to what being a gentleman meant. how he’d offer you a ride whether you needed one or not, like he simply refused to let you leave alone if he could help it. the way he’d open the passenger door and wait until you were fully inside before shutting it. the way his hand would settle at the small of your back, guiding, never pushing — just enough pressure to let you know he was there.

no it was the way he looked at you.

like he was always clocking something no one else noticed. as if he saw every little shift in your face before you even realized it happened. those stares never felt careless. they lingered. heavy. intentional. like he was memorizing you in real time, the way your face lit up whenever show up unannounced with your favorite food because he remembered you mentioning it once. the way your lashes dipped when you got flustered, the way your body betrayed you long before your words ever could. cameron looked at you like a man already in too deep, but disciplined enough not to drown you with him.

cameron wouldn’t make you choose, though.

no. he wanted the decision to be solely yours.

he’d wait — patient in that maddening way of his — until he saw that you felt the same aching pull he’d been carrying himself. until the wanting in you stopped trying to disguise itself as guilt. until your body leaned before your mind could protest.

because cameron was a man who understood timing. He knew some desires needed to be earned, not forced. And so he waited — not with the desperation of a man who needed you, but with the quiet certainty of someone who already knew you were his.

and when you still weren’t sure about fully crossing that physical line, cameron settled for less in the way only a man like him could make “less” feel devastating.

a soft kiss. one side of your mouth first. then the other.

never quite your lips — not all the way. Just the delicate corners of them, where your breath caught and your resolve weakened. slow, lingering brushes of his mouth against skin that felt too sensitive for something so restrained. your lips parted on instinct, glossy and trembling, and he’d only pull back enough to look at them like they were testing his self-control right along with you.

his hand inching up slowly, thumb brushing against your bottom lip this time. a gentle touch that felt like a promise more than anything else. voice was soft when he spoke, almost whispering against your mouth, "when you're ready, pretty girl."

respecting your boundaries like a real man should.

which somehow only made him harder to resist.

it was almost mesmerizing, really — how cameron could be the most menacing sports icon in the world, the kind of man entire industries tried to control and failed…

but to you? he was the sweetest gentleman.

the one that’d pull out your chair, and rung you cell at the most random times to hear your voice. the one carrying your bag over one broad shoulder while tearing a reporter apart in the next breath for crowding too close to you, his voice low and sharp enough to make the entire swarm back up without him ever needing to raise it. the one who made sure you got home safe.

cameron let you choose him a hundred little ways before you ever said his name.

because he always knew exactly how to take care of his sweet girl.

even after giving you exactly what your body had been begging for in the rough, all-consuming way you needed after all these months.

crowded in behind you until there was nowhere left to go. chest flush to your back, the hard line of his body molded against the length of your spine like he meant to remind you exactly who was there and it became harder and harder to remember you were ever trying to resist him at all.

dragging kisses along the sensitive curve beneath your ear, lingering a second too long. all while the chain at his throat brushed cold against the nape of your neck as he dipped lower, the diamond-studded pendant dragging lightly over warm skin before his mouth replaced it.

and every time he shifted, his weight pressed more firmly into your spine, a deep heavy pressure that had you gushing out more of that slick as he slid himself into you. giving you just a few inches to mold around the heavy curve of him as he stretched you out. head tipped back against his shoulder while he kept kissing at the sensitive column of your throat like he had nowhere else he needed to be.

making it almost impossible not to melt back against him.

a shaky sound slipped from you before you could stop it.

then another, quickly silenced by nip of your own lip. trying to hold it between your teeth like it might keep the small sounds from escaping.

"ah-ah, none of that." cameron chided softly, releasing your lip from your teeth with his thumb. holding onto it for a moment before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the spot. “he always kept you so quiet 'bout everything.”

“but i wanna hear everything my sweet girl gotta say...” finally releasing those breathy, broken little exhales that only seemed to encourage him.

cameron’s nose brushed along the side of your throat as he kissed lower, and the low hum that left him sounded almost satisfied. wet lips dragging slow along your throat, teeth grazing the flutter of your pulse before he sucking a blossoming bruise into place.

“stay still,” he murmured against your neck, voice low enough to vibrate through you.

his breath fanning over your damp skin before his lips pressed there again. tightening the hold like he already knew you wouldn’t, strong hands flattening low against your stomach.

the cool metal cascading down your spine as as tyriq let you feel the heavy drag of him sliding out of your pussy. the heat of him vanishing all at once, taking it all with him as he eased back to take you in. sliding his hand slow along your chubby side, dragging those pretty blue eyes over every dip and curve of your silhouette.

“so sexy..”

taking his time, savoring the sight of you spread open before him. admiring the way your soft two toned flesh yielded to his thick dick, taking him inch by inch as he buried himself deep inside you. pulling a shaky whimper from your lips, “fuckkk camm—”

"you feel that, mama? that's all me..." low moan escaping his lips once that soft ass finally meets his pelvis. "all this dick, all this attention, all this love—it's all for you. only you."

"you got all of me, baby..."

and it was — all him, every part of this feeling, this possession, this slow melt into something you had denied yourself for way too long. curling those fingers around your throat, tilting your head back as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a messy kiss. lips crashing against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss that claimed every inch of your mouth. thumb pressed firmly against your jaw as his tongue slid in deep. scorching as it consumed yours, releasing your lip with a pop.

“w-wanted you so badd.” reaching back, spreading that ass wide, sinking slowly, letting him savory how every inch stretch you open.

"mmm, I know, baby, I know..." he groaned against your lips, his hand tightening around your throat as his hips rolled forward, sinking even deeper. "you been lookin' at me sideways for months, tryna pretend you wasn't thinkin' 'bout me. like you ain’t wanna know what i felt like to be treated by somebody like me.”

“like you ain’t know i needed you..”

a deep, grounding pressure barely settling into your belly finally steadying the dizzy ache building inside you. a pressure that had your back bowing deep, just before cameron took it away. leaving behind the aching throb that had your juicy hips chase after it

and he let you chase it — let you drop that ass back down until it connected with him again, the wet slap pulling another broken sound from your throat.

“now look at you..” his hard thrust meeting you halfway as he pounded you into the cushions. “you ain’t even tryin’ to hide it no more.”

fingers grazing as they slid to the back of your neck, spreading there as he held you exactly where he wanted. the filthy wet— plop. plop. plop of skin on skin echoing off the walls.

your eyes rolls back, mouth parting with a crackling mewl as he fucked you into the cushions. deep and steady, while those trembling hand kept yourself spread. revealing the way you let him in easily leaving his dick slick and glistening. his grip tightened at the back of your neck, pressing your face deeper into the pillows with every wet pfft of your pussy oozing around his dick. the same throbbing tip that kept slipping free with every retreat, barely staying in it like it wanted you to know what the loss of gentleman truly felt like.

his voice was low and appreciative each time he dropped himself back deep inside “ooh fuck.. she’s talking to me mama..”

those perfectly manicured nails digging into the chubby flesh of your own ass as the filthy slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls as his pace turned punishing—each thrust hitting that exact spot that had a consuming heat rush through your body. broken mewls ripping from your throat, fractured and trembling. too fucked out to give him anything clearer.

“fuckin’ me s-s’gooddd.. nghhh— s’deep in my tummy”

"and you taking that shit too." his hips rolled forward, hitting so deep inside you that made your stomach quiver. "that's where I be— dead in your tummy, stretchin' all that gushy shit out just for me."

sliding those big hands uo your waist lifting your hips to meet every stroke, making sure every inch went where it was meant to go. "promise you it ain’t going nowhere mama.”

a promise kept as your body gave out in the prettiest way. trembling like every once of strength was slipping from your fingers. muscles refusing to hold yourself up much longer no matter how badly you wanted to. aching from the heavy pressure of his body colliding against yours.

and all you could do was feel it.

take it.

let yourself fall apart beneath him.

frown etching deep in your soft features as you gushed out a creamy mess, dribbling rhythmically against the cushion. milky ring clinging around his dick as his thrust grow sloppy, grinding in slow circles, moaning as he filled you up with that thick healthy nut.

dipping low to press hot kisses along your spine. the chilled pendent catching on your sweaty back as it swinging between you. tracing his tongue along your shoulder blades, tasting the salt of your sweat mixed with the sweet scent of your arousal. still buried deep inside you, letting your walls flutter around him. using those same hands that the industry deemed as violent to push your coiled strands out of your face. giving him the best view of his good girl.

voice was low and soothing, "you good, pretty girl?"

giving him a weak nod, coils all wild and stuck to your forehead. eyes barely open as you trying to steady your breathing, mumbling out a breathy sigh. “so good..”

“so proud of you.” *he whispers softly, pressing gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. slowly pulling out, watching his dick slip free, connected by the sticky string clinging to his lower stomach. “you did so good for me.”

his thumb ran over your jaw, tilting your face toward his as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your bruised lips.

the two of you tucked away in your little cocoon of love while the world deemed him as a dangerous, conniving, disloyal man uncapable of softening for anything. but cameron was only cruel where he thought cruelty was earned.

and he decided you were the only place where tenderness belong.

[itshimcaam]

oh my gosh. i like actually need him

[all444glo]

[3:37]

Cameron held your face in the mirror, your face so close it was almost pressed into it. You were pooling around him, your juices slicking up the hard wood floor seeping out more and more as he pounded into you from behind— you swore you saw a large imprint in your stomach. Your eyes were half way stuck in your head and you were reduced to mumbling. “you see what that dick to you baby” he asked his voice thick and intoxicating you could barely hold on “say it baby say what its doing to you” he groaned damn near talking himself through it “I-it’s driving m-me crazy” you barely sputtered out as his pace quickened his fingers forcing their way into your mouth

[itshimcaam]

[thatssokarii]

Come closer

Cameron Cade x Black fem reader

Summary: A smoke sesh with a friend took an unexpected turn,

Content warnings: MDNI‼️, Smoking, just vibes and soft smut

A/N: Work is whooping me and I’m loosing y’all, it’s been 2 months since my last fic😭, wanted to share something from my drafts, not proofread much I’ll edit later, hope y’all like🫶🏾🫶🏾

The room was filled with the faint smell of smoke and a mixture of cam’s cologne.

The speakers in his apartment playing some song you don't know the name of but liked nonetheless. It was slow with heavy bass and soft vocals that melted into the background.

You were half-laid across Cameron's couch, one of your thighs thrown over this lap like it belonged there.

He didn't try to move it. Didn’t say anything about it either.

His hand rested on your thigh absentmindedly, his thumb tracing random shapes on the exposed skin.

You took a long drag of the blunt, before leaning forward and holding it out to him. He didn't take it immediately. His eyes low as he looks you over.

“What?” You questioned, exhaling softly.

He just shook his head, reaching up and taking it from your fingers. His fingers grazed your, deliberate enough for you to take notice.

“Nothin’.” he said quietly.

You watched him through low eyelids as he inhaled the smoke, exhaling slowly with his head resting on the back of the couch.

You adjusted your leg on his lap, the movement causing him to grip your leg tighter.

“You're doing that shit on purpose.”

“Doing what?” You questioned, your voice coming out softer than you meant it to.

He just hummed, not answering you.

He took another drag of the blunt before resting it on a nearby ashtray. He then turned his attention to your thighs. His hand slipped higher up, it went from resting on your knee to sliding to your mid thigh, almost running under the band of your shorts before sliding back down. He blew the smoke out, eyes coming up to meet yours. The only light in the room coming from the tv’s screensaver.

“Come closer,” He said slowly, his voice coming out gruff.

You paused for a second, taking in what he was asking.

“Why?” You asked confused, his words only adding to the buzz you were feeling from the mix of not only your high but the heat you felt from the contact of your thigh on his.

“I wanna see something.” He said with a low grin, his hand gripping your thigh gesturing you closer.

Slowly, you sat up and moved, adjusting yourself so each of your legs were straddling his. He welcomed the new position fully, his hands instantly going to brace your hips bringing you all the way down on his lap.

You hadn't been this close to him before, you were friends with Cameron, yall flirted and hung out but this was the first time he tried anything like this.

“What do you see?” You asked, looking down at him.

“You.” He said simply.

“You see me all the time.” You tried playing it off, tilting your head slightly confused as to where this situation was heading.

“Not like this”

His words came out quieter. A sincerity behind them that you never heard from Cameron before tonight.

You breath caught. You had become hyper aware of what was happening. They way your hands rested on his shoulders, His on your waist, slightly under the band of your tank top caressing the exposed skin, and how well you fit in his lap.

“You nervous?” he murmured.

“No, we’ve just never been this close before, not like this.” You admitted.

“You wanna move?” He asked to check where your head was.

You just shook your head no, word failing to come out.

His hands ran up your side, coming to the side of your neck, his fingers brushing the base of your jaw as he pulled you closer, his nose brushing yours. He didn't say anything, just pulled you there, your eyes instinctively closed in anticipation. That was when his lips brushed yours. Not really applying pressure but making himself known.

You caved in, sealing your lips to his, letting out a content sigh. The kiss was slow, but you both melted into it. Bodies molding together. You finally pulled back just enough to breathe, your foreheads rested together, breaths mixing together, his leaned forward ghosting his lips against yours again, hungry for more.

“Again,” He murmured, voice low and teasing, “You know…just to see.”

You chuckled, a little breathless, “You're ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” He admitted his grin tugging at his lips, as he leaned in, capturing your lips in his, this time more insistently. His grip on you tightened slightly, one of his hands sliding up along your side, the other on your hip. His mouth trailed from your lips to the corner of your mouth and back again. Almost like he couldn't decide where he wanted to be.

You shifted in his lap, hips slightly rocking to test the waters. He broke from the kiss a sharp exhale leaving his mouth before he dipped back in.

The kiss was lazy, slow, and uncoordinated in the best way. He brought both hands to your hips to guide you into a slow rock. The wetness between your legs as you grinded on his hard length. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you tried to pull him as close as possible, and that still wasn't close enough.

Your hips had found a rhythm, a moan falling from your mouth into his. Your tongues fought, swirling together. Cameron's breath stuttered against your lips, a rough sound coming from the back of his throat. You sucked his bottom lip before releasing it with a pop sound.

“I want more,” You pleaded, desperate for him. Your fingers raked down his sides to pull his shirt up. He was quick to assist you and remove it. Once it was off you moved to kiss his neck, your lips brushing the gold chain, as you sucked leaving marks he'd had to deal with later.

___________

Time had passed, you weren't sure when the makeout got to where it did now, Cam had you laid out on the couch, you shorts and panties long gone and discarded somewhere on the floor, your tank top was pulled over your tits, they were exposed, nipples hard from his stimulation.

His face was buried between your legs, his hands reached up on either side of you hand full of your full breast in his as he slowly made out with your pussy. You were on the edge, your hips rolling against his mouth as curses flew from your mouth.

“Fuck,” your head had lulled to the side eyes closed as you approached your climax. Cameron groaned into your core, tongue dipping inside and then back out to circle your clit.

You fingers ran over his buzzed hair, hand holding him there, not really to guide him but anchor yourself. Every movement from his mouth was building you up, your body tightening with anticipation.

“Cam…” His name broke from your lips like a plea.

He answered with a low sound, the vibration enough to make your breath hitch. His hand slid down from your chest, and down the softness of your waist. Hands gripping your hips to keep you in place as he ravished your core.

Your back arched off the couch, thighs tightening around his head. The room felt smaller, hotter, your nerves felt like they were on fire. Your breath quickened as he brought you right to the edge. You were about to come and then he pulled away.

“I was so close,” You whined.

He leaned up resting his weight between your legs, freeing himself from his pants, thick length springing free.

“I wanna feel you around me when you come,” He said in a low voice as he stroked himself a few times. He slid his tip up and down your wetness making your hips buck slightly when he hit the tip against your aching clit.

“That okay?” He asked looking deep in your eyes before he started.

All you could do was nod eagerly, your tongue wetting your bottom lip, before you caught it between your teeth as you waited to feel him.

“Words please.” he insisted, continuing his slow movements on your wetness, you whined, clenching around nothing in anticipation.

“Yes that's okay, please Cam” You begged.

He did not need any further instruction as he slid inside you painfully slowly. You both let out low moans as he went all the way to the hilt. He stayed there for a second, Leaning down resting his fore arms on either side of you, his face hovering yours as he took your lips in his. He started to rock his hips, dick sliding in and out of you steadily.

The kiss was sloppy, tongues clashing and exploring each other's mouth without rhythm, no grace in it, just a raw need. Your fingers curled into his back. Nails leaving crescent shaped indents in his skin as you tried to get him closer to you.

He swallowed every sound you made, every soft gasp, and shaky breath. His forehead fell to yours, lips barely brushing yours now, His movements still slow, like he wanted to feel everything, Like he was trying to memorize the way your body reacted to him.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, urging him not to stop. He answered with a quiet groan, his control was starting to slip. Steady strokes starting to become more sloppy and losing their rhythm.

Your name left his lips like it belonged there. His head slid to the crook of your neck, muffling his moans and grunts. His pace grew faster and more desperate. His tip hitting the right spot causing your juices to leak onto the couch beneath you. He sat up his hand coming where you were joined at, his thumb brushing your clit in a circular motion. He was chasing his orgasm and working to bring you to yours.

“Fuck,” He whispered as he looked at the sight qbefore him. You laid out in his apartment, pussy glistening and taking all of him. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as you let out the most pornographic moan.

“I cant-” You started, body tensing beneath him, your fingers clutching at his hand, needing a little release from the double stimulation. He shook your hand off gently, continuing his slow circular movements over your bud.

“Nah, you got it,” He murmured, his voice rough, and strained.

“You can take it,” He said, quieter now, and heavy.

“Cameron.” You whined, eyes starting to water from the pleasure. You hand gripped the side of the couch cushion, needing something to ground you.

“You look so pretty taking me like this.” He cooed, His hips moving with you, no hesitation or restraint. He watched your face closely, every flicker or emotion and tremble of your lips as you got close.

“Come on,” He breathed.

He watched as you fell apart, Your lips parted in a silent gasp, eyes glassy as the pressure inside you swelled past something you could contain. Your body tensed, muscles spasming around him. You repeated his name, hand clutching for him, your body trembling through your orgasm, legs shaking around his hips. He was still going, not far behind.

He fell forward on top of you, as a string of curses left his mouth as he came, filling you up. His forehead, against yours as he grounded his hips against yours. Your hips rolled against his as you both rode the wave or your climaxes out.

You both stayed like that, neither in a rush to pull away. His weight pressing you into the couch, solid and reassuring. His nose brushed your cheek.

“We should probably move,” He murmured, his voice still rough, just quieter.

All you could do was hum in a fake agreement, your arms and legs wrapped around him, not making any movement to get him off you.

“Okay maybe in a minute.” He caved allowing himself to get comfortable, it was obvious you weren't letting go anytime soon. Though, Cameron didn't seem to mind.

[itshimcaam]

oh shit😫😫

[sonder-slut]

wish you were here — tyriq withers.

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

synopsis ⁀➷ cameron’s away for training and you miss him something serious. he’s finally able to get a phone call to you and you don’t lose the chance to have a good time with your lover.

song(s) of chapter ⁀➷ ‘wish you were here’ by donell jones, ‘t-shirt’ by destiny’s child & ‘take care’ by janet jackson.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 3.1k || 18+, nsfw, no minors & lowercase intended. cursing/ foul language, pet names (baby, bae, babe, mama, daddy, stink) pouty!reader, sweet!cameron, praise, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, anal play! sex toy usage (butt plug, dildo and vibrator)

a/n — hey yall…👀 ive been m.i.a for a bit but i promise ive been working!! i have so many ideas and i cant wait to share them with you all! i thank you guys so much for the support and follows, it means the world to me. this is something short that i worked on, but i hope yall enjoy. also, cameron is away longer than a week in this story! ok, byeee!!

‘i’ll lay here and take care of it till you come home to me.’

ᥫ᭡

your home felt oh-so lonely at the moment.

standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows of the luxury seattle apartment, solemnly rocking yourself back and forth. it rained something furious tonight. while it was usually rainy most days, today was different. booming lighting and thunder pounded so hard against your home, you were almost positive you saw the front door rattle.

that wasn’t what you were sad about—although the ferocity of the storm did make you a bit nervous, it didn’t do half the damage cameron’s absence did.

your boyfriend of two years was currently away for training with his football idol isaiah white. you were proud of him. you knew first hand how badly he wanted this opportunity—how much it meant to him and you wanted nothing more than to support him.

but this adjustment wasn’t easy.

cameron didn’t live with you but you two spent so much time together that you may as well have moved in with each other. like peanut butter and jelly—cameron used to say, laughing as he compared his complexion to the smooth nutty butter and the shake of your thick ass to the wobbly jelly. you hated when he said it back then, but now you missed hearing the corny joke more than ever.

holding the cross pendant of your chain, your mind clouds with the memory of the day cameron surprised you with the gift. goofily he danced as her entered your home, hiding a small box behind his back as you fought to see what he bought. lecturing him about saving money, before you seen that the gift was for you.

matching chains. one identical to his. the same chain you loved so much. the one you used to say made him look so sexy.

you smiled softly to yourself at the thought. crossing through your room, you crawled into bed to settle in for the night. you ignored the messages of friends begging for you to come outside, deciding instead to sulk in your sorrows. you flick through movies on netflix and wonder why the hell you paid so much for an app with such terrible selections.

just as you go to power the television off, your phone vibrates right beside you. you flip the phone over to see your boyfriend’s name flash across the screen.

you squeal so loud, that you’re sure the neighbors can hear your excitement through the apartment walls. you jump from the bed and immediately answer the phone call before you missed your beat.

“cameron!” you screamed, smiling stupidly in the phone at your boyfriend. the pixelation adjusts as he holds the facetime camera up and fully grins at your enthusiasm.

“baby,” he chuckles, a pearly white and deep dimpled smile made your heart skip a beat. “i missed you, y/n.”

“cam, i missed you. you don’t even know how much i’ve been thinking about you.”

“i can only imagine,” he bites his lower lip, watching from the camera lens, taking you and the background of your room in.

pink silk pillows, cheetah printed throw blanket, crystal accented head board to your queen-sized bed. you were a girly girl through and through, not changing your decor for anyone—not even him. cameron can’t recount the number of times he’d awake with glitter on his face after spending the night at yours.

“i’m missing you so much more, girl. it’s driving me crazy. i miss home, miss sleeping with you.”

“i know,” you frown, looking down at the bed you two slept in every single night. you felt your eyes trickle with tears. “cammm, i’m sad, baby.”

“mama, don’t cry,” he cooed, hating when you got like this. “you have to be a big girl, remember? you told me you would hold things down while i was gone, ain’t that what you said?”

“yeah,” you sniffle.

“aight then, i need you to be strong for me, that’s the only thing that’ll keep me going, okay? you gotta be my good luck charm, okay?”

“okay.”

he nods. “wipe them tears girl, i’ll be home before you know it.”

you listen and wipe away a drifted tear, attempting to change the subject some. “how has it been out there, babe? how are things going for you?”

cameron sighs before he speaks, rubbing a hand over his short hair. you catch a small glimpse of the stitching to the side of his head and become a bit sadder at the sight. you clutched the cross necklace around your neck, not trying to add to cameron’s stressful situation.

“it’s been okay. it’s definitely an adjustment being out here,” he huffs again, shaking his head. you can tell something was slightly off.

“is everything okay, cam? are they treating you right out there?”

he comes to, smiling softly. “i’m good, babe. i’m all straight. how has mama been, has she stopped by to see you?”

“yes,” you grin, thinking of cameron’s kind mother. “mama yvette has been checking up on my constantly. she’s even brought me some treats she baked a few days ago.”

“the red velvet cinnamon rolls?” cameron responds, knowing his mother’s famous baked good by heart.

“yes and they were everything, oh, my goodness. she makes them so soft and delicious.”

“damn,” he chuckles. “i can’t wait to get home and get some. i’m fucking starving out here.”

“what do you eat while you’re training, cam?”

“fucking chicken, broccoli and rice. i’m so tired of this bland shit.”

you giggle from behind your hand and cameron takes this moment to scan over you. his baby. a clean and clear face, just prepped with your favorite skin care products. loose curls pulled into a soft bun with a designed scarf around your edges. pretty eyes and long lashes blinking at him from where you are currently sitting. you’re fucking glowing.

“missin’ you, stink,” he practically whispers it, still in a daze at your beauty. his eyes trail lower and cameron spots something. “bae, is that my jersey?”

it’s your turn to look down. you smile, pulling up the red and white jersey so he can see better. “yeah, i wear it all the time before bed. it helps me sleep better at night.”

“what the fuck?” he chuckles in surprise. “stand up, let me see you.”

you follow your boyfriends command, propping your phone against the lamp on your desk. you turned on the overhead lights and closed the bedroom door, crossing back into camera view.

“baby,” cameron watches in admiration as you sport his jersey, the hem of the uniform stopping just at your thick hips, giving him sight of your lace panties. “you look fuckin’ good girl, look so fuckin’ good wearing my shit. i bet it smells like you. probably smells like fuckin—“

“vanilla cashmere,” you say in unison, as cameron remembers your signature night scent by heart. “you think you know me, boy?”

“know everything about you, baby. know you like the back of my hand.”

he wasn’t entirely wrong.

“bend that ass over, let me see.”

you’re giggling because instantly cameron is switching. voice growing deeper and usually light eyes, darkening. you do as he says, bending over right before the camera, jersey rising up your ass while you twerk.

“shit so fucking fat, got me wishing i was there right now.”

you’re messing with him. “what would you be doing if you were here?”

cameron smacks his lips, shifting around the room. you watched as he now relaxed into his bed, the opening of his chest exposed as he untied his robe.

“i’d be handling that shit, don’t fucking play with me, y/n. you know exactly what i would be doing.”

“yeah, i know. wish you were here, daddy. wish i could have my mouth on you.”

cameron hisses because you turn him on beyond reason without having to try. “you're so fucking bad. i seen them pictures you sent and that fucking video—”

he groans, thinking about the text you sent a few days ago. he hadn’t been able to see it until today. four images of you trying on a butterfly designed bra and panty set, heavy breasts weighing down the thin straps along with a lush pussy hidden behind the skimpy panties. you’d also sent a video of you and him fucking. he’d recorded the moment weeks before he went away for training, giving you something to look back on when you missed him. he played it out loud, surprised to hear you whimpering and him groaning, paired with the sounds of skin colliding.

“you were moaning so fucking loud in that video, shit had me going crazy.”

you blush upon hearing how naughty you’d been. “you fucked me so good, cam, i miss that night so much. wish you could touch me now.”

he moves around, grunting. “you been playing with that pussy?”

“yes. sometimes,” you couldn’t lie. “it’s not like you, though, baby. miss your lips, your fingers—missed them inside me.”

you’re reminiscing on how well cameron ate. how he could make you cry and shake simply from tasting you.

“take the jersey off, bae, i gotta see you. i gotta see my baby.”

you’re listening, always so obedient to cameron’s commands. pulling the uniform over your body, you display your full hips and tits for the quarterback star.

“goddamn, you look so good, babe. got me hard as hell over here.”

“from just you watching me?” you giggle, caressing the tattooed skin across your hip, an area cameron kissed constantly.

“from watching you, girl,” he confirms. “you wanna play?”

you’re surprised, smiling stupidly at his question. “over the phone, cam? i don’t want you to get in trouble or anything.”

“don’t worry about me,” he waves. “go get your toys, i wanna watch you.”

you follow his directions, taking your phone to prop it onto the ring light stand. you then cross the room to search the closet for some of you and cameron’s favorite toys. some he enjoyed using on you and others he enjoyed watching you use. cameron cade was a confident man. never did he get upset or insecure at you pleasing yourself—if anything the simple thought of you getting off while thinking of him made him hard as a brick wall.

“turn off the voice isolation, mama. i gotta hear you. i don’t want to miss a thing, and hurry yo’ ass up. got me hard as fuck.”

you almost trip, pink painted toes racing to get to the bed in excitement. with a small collection in your arms, you clamber onto the silk sheets, adjusting yourself and the camera so cameron can see and hear you better. bright white lighting radiating over you as you turn it on.

“how’s this baby? can you see me?”

you wiggle your ass as you say it, edging cameron on even more. “fuck, yeah, i can see your pretty ass. show me what you got, what you about to play with.”

you catch a glimpse of cameron gripping himself through his underwear as you begin to display your items. a vibrating red rose toy, a skin tone colored dildo and an emerald gemstone butt plug.

“you brought out the plug?” he huffs, bewildered. “you feeling like that tonight, baby?”

“yes,” you squeeze your thighs, so fucking horny at the moment. “wanna be full.”

cameron hissed and cursed, “your fucking mouth—so fucking bad, girl. put that shit in, hurry up.”

you scoot around the bed, reaching for the lube to apply some to the toy. you allow the gel product to cover the cold metal toy as you arch your ass into the air. the tip of the toy prods at your tight asshole, and it causes you gasp in the process.

“i’m so tight, daddy. it’s too big.”

“work it in, mama. take your time, you moving too fast.”

you nod your head against the silk sheets, taking a second to adjust. deep breaths in and out as you nudge the toy closer. the first taut ring of your hole allows the metal object entrance and you swallow back a moan as the toy burns in the best way.

“fucking look at you…” cam trails, still entranced by the view of you as he fights not to nut here and now.

it’s like ammunition. helping you to progress things, you push further, gripping your left breast for some comfort as you insert the plug deeper. moaning high in your throat as your hole flexes around the toy, fluttering and trying to adjust to the thick item.

you wore the plug a few times before, but each time took a little more effort. “cam, baby.”

you’re whining and cameron is watching, loving the look of you falling apart so easily. “work that shit in. you almost got it, baby.”

instantly, the toy glides in without any more trouble. you moan and exhale in relief, face falling flat onto the bed. the pressure from your filled ass works it way to your cunt and has you ready to get started—it also has cameron ready to get started. now shuffling around in bed to remove his drawers, thick dick smacking his stomach as he pans the camera to give you a view. you watch for a second as he fists the head, alluring dick dripping with precum as his fist squeezes around it.

“let me see you, let me make sure ain’t nobody been in my shit,” he’s joking but also somewhat serious, asking to see your pussy for evidence that you’ve been abstaining from sex.

“don’t play,” you laugh, knowing he’s kidding. if you were with someone, you were with them only—and cameron ruined you for anyone else. you were his forever. “i don’t even get around like that, i only need my daddy.”

cameron grunts, relishing in your answer. “i’m already knowing. you such a good fucking girl, i don’t even have to worry.”

it puts you on the verge of tears. “want you here, cam. want you in me.”

he’s patient despite his needs. “can’t be with you right now, baby, but i’m over here and i’m watching you. want to see you fuck yourself—see you make that pussy cry.”

just as sweet as he is vulgar.

you squeeze your tender breast again, nipples hardening from anticipation of this moment. you pick up the flesh colored dildo and raise it to your lips, emulating the gesture you’d use if cameron was here. kissing all over the tip and shaft before sliding it down your throat, as you gag around it and collect saliva for lubricant.

“slap that shit on your pussy, get it wet, baby.”

cameron’s leading and you’re listening. switching positions so you now lay on your back. you spread your legs far apart, exhibiting a pink, soppy mess for the man miles away.

“you so fucking wet already, girl, what the fuck.”

you nod, full lips in a pout as you whine, smacking the silicone toy across your firm clit, heavy wacks sounding through the room.

“how do i look, daddy?”

your voice is soft, sweet, asking with genuine tenderness as cameron moans, gripping himself tightly. “you so fucking pretty baby, you look so good from over here.”

the compliment makes your face warm and it adds as fuel for you to fuck yourself. now dipping the head of the dildo into your soaked pussy, you imagine if cameron was here with you. eyelashes fluttering closed at the thought of him kissing your thighs and hips, rousing you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

you sit up on one elbow at the sound of cameron’s groans and he’s just as thrown as you are. bottom lip tucked between white teeth as he grips himself tighter, brushing the head of his angry dick with a large thumb.

“wish you were here, daddy,” you drag the dildo across your clit before pushing further into your cunt. “want your dick in my mouth so badly.”

cameron’s hips stutter and raise from the bed, almost as your words were casting a spell on him. “i know, mama. i’d be fucking your throat—fuck, making you take all me down, making you choke on my shit.”

you moan, back arching and mouth falling open at his words, memories of cameron holding your head still as he fucked your throat washed over you. your asshole clenches around the plug as you dip the dildo into your soaked folds, causing a schluck noise to occur with each pass.

“you got me about to nut over here, girl. got me so fucking hard.”

you almost cry at the sight. cameron’s caramel dick in his hands as he jerks harshly, pulling along the skin of his shaft. he runs a heavy hand across his bare chest and you know he’s just as enthralled as you are.

“not yet, baby,” you warn, searching around the bed for the final item of the evening. “wanna cum at the same time, cammy, want you to cum with me.”

you needed it to be like he was here at this time. you press on the power button of the vibrating flower, attaching the red toy to the top of your clit. it makes you sob, head falling back into the bed as your opposite hand continues to work, stroking the dildo in and out of your pussy. a trio that has you trembling as they all work together. you’re seeing stars at the combination, the dildo you used basically engrossed inside your soppy pussy.

“cammm,” your eyes are rolling into your skull and you can’t even see him, just listening to his grunts and foul language as he watched you. “cammm, daddyyy.”

“that shit got you gone,” his voice is low, amazed at how you become a machine, not thinking of anything else but getting off right now. “got you going fucking stupid, baby—goddamn.”

you shake, thick thighs vibrating violently as the speed of the rose grows faster. the pressure of your full pussy, pushes the plug out of your asshole and you wail. you moan so fucking loud, cameron can hear you distinctly over the camera, now joining in the orgasm you both share.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you’re shaking your head as you snatch away the toy, the pulsating energy too much to handle and it makes you toss it to the side, now rubbing harshly against your clit, causing a hurricane to occur as you squirt everywhere. “oh, my god! i’m fucking cumming, i’m cumming!”

“look at you, god-fucking-damn, you got me nutting from watching you, baby,” it’s intense and he soaks up every second, spurting hotly against his sculpted chest as you continue to squirt all over yourself and bedding.

the after effects weigh on you heavily as you’re still twitching, coming down from the hectic high. you’re so tired and your body aches something crazy, but cameron’s words help to bring you to.

“so fucking beautiful, baby. i can’t wait to come home to you.”

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—𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓

[itshimcaam]

sista yesssss this ate badddd

[tyriqwithersfan]

A pull up with 4 fingers. Oh Lordy…

[itshimcaam]

ugh i love this video

[mamasturn]

HAVE MY BABIES? | tyriq withers

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x Black OC!Selah Withers Summary: 1+1=3 Warnings: Lovemaking. Songs: HAVE MY BABIES? by Isaiah Falls WC: 730 Note: happy early vday

“You feel so good, mama.” The tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear like it held a gift at the end of a maze. A quiet whimper tumbled from his lips before he could stop it. Wrapped around the words trapped in his throat and squeezed until he shuddered. His lips, damp from his exploration in her waters, caressed her jaw, and he whispered, “Could give you a baby right now.”

Mama.

Baby.

With him. Her lover. Her friend. Her husband.

A breath stuttered through her nostrils—heavy and deep as she lay languidly beneath his body, completely open for him. A low gasp followed by a pathetic moan made for perfect lyrics to a song he’d played on repeat. Harmonious and expelled from the deepest parts of her soul—just how he liked it.

Her nails—the bold red forgone and replaced by a classic French tip—pierced the taut skin of his back as she held tightly, like she didn’t want to let go. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not when euphoria was a few strokes and sloppy kisses away. 

A string of curses and incoherent sentence fragments danced under his breath as she continued to drag her nails until they bit into his waist. She fluttered around him—warm, wet, and desperate to milk him for all he had. He groaned into her neck. “Yeah? You gon’ have my babies?”

Selah nodded frantically, overwhelmed with pleasure and drunk on lust so great she hoped it didn’t overpower the love she felt for him. Her head tipped back, exposing her damp neck, slick with sweat and smeared with strands of hair that’d fallen from her ponytail. “Y-yes!” She whimpered through raw, bitten lips. “Maybe they’ll have your eyes…” 

Five words. One reason for his hips to press against hers with a force that scrambled her mind and chopped any word she thought to say in half. He was a man possessed, a man with a mission, as he drove into her with practiced precision and intentionality until her warm essence drowned him.

Selah’s eyes rolled back as her jaw fell slack. Her hands slid up his back, the soft gold on her left finger catching the moon’s gaze through the opened curtains. Her left hand dragged across his jaw, and her thumb settled against his bottom lip—he kissed it gently. “Mhm…look at me, baby.” 

He did. Gosh, he did, and was completely undone. How couldn’t he be? His favorite constellation stitched in flesh, glowing and beaming beneath him, dark eyes twinkling like they were ready to receive a wish from him. She smiled lazily—lopsided and drunk on the feeling of his body pressed against hers—and coaxed, “You make me feel so good…”  Her fingertips dribbled down his lips until they landed around the gold chain that swayed against his chest. She tugged until her lips met his ear. “Do I make you feel good, baby boy?” 

His pace faltered. “F-fuck, baby,” he groaned into her neck. His hands clenched the crumbled sheets by her head as her trembling thighs bracketed his hips tightly. “So good. Always make me feel good.” 

She laughed then. Soft and breathy. Taunting and teasing. It scratched the part of his brain that encouraged him to let go. To give her all he had, until she took it and made something great. “Yeah?” She cooed. “I can tell. You’re so deep; I can feel you in my stomach. Might as well put a baby there, right, baby?” 

The sounds were glorious—his heavy breaths against her neck as he fought to hang onto the last ounce of control he had, her soft, coaxing moans, and his broken groan that came when she licked his ear and whispered, “Be a good boy and come for me. Make me a mama, daddy.”

That did it. 

Tyriq grunted lowly. “Oh, s-shit, wait, fuuuuck.” Selah pressed her lips against his, kissing him sloppily as she felt the warmth of his release course through her. Her tongue caressed his in a battle of dominance; he lost. She smiled against his mouth, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled away. 

“You’re a minx,” Tyriq mumbled against her chest as he lay against her. Selah huffed out a laugh and carded her fingers through his damp hair. “Freak.”

“Just for you, baby.” 

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[itshimcaam]

i'm going through withdrawals rn. i wish he was real☹️

[dr3amy4eva]

Peace of Mind

Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)

Synopsis: Cameron goes on a week long training with Isaiah white but when he returns, nothing could’ve prepared you for the events that transpired…

Warnings/tags *MDNI*: sub!Cameron Cade, piv, groveling, misunderstanding, angst, directly follows as aftermath from the retreat, his arm is in a cast, fluff, smut, allusions to cheating (for the sake of this it did NOT happen lol), based around the robe scene👀, edging, make up sex, missionary, cowgirl, dirty talk, baby used as term of endearment, lots of promises and pleases !

WC: 4.9k

A/N: needed a small change of pace so I figured why not complete the angsty one first and have it follow the events of the movie? Also PLEASE just go with the pictures, it was so difficult finding ones that matched the theme of this 🥲. (I fr need yall to lmk abt this one, im still trying to do the angsty ones justice LOL !!)

small update: I’m hoping to get lover girl pt 3 out around valentines day to combine the two !

“You look worried”, Cameron said as he gently traced your cheek.

Letting out a soft sigh you expressed, “You just had a head injury Cam… I am worried”.

“I know. The training is only for a week though, I’ll be ok, I swear”.

“You’ll call if you can, right…?”

Cameron gave you a warm smile, reassuring, “I promise I’ll call you every night, don’t worry, ok?”.

Smiling you responded, “Ok”, before pulling him in for a final hug. After a few moments you pulled back to place a kiss on his cheek. “Have a safe trip”. Cameron returned the gesture before pressing a lingering kiss on your lips.

“I will. I’ll see you in a week!”

Shortly after that, Cameron left for the intensive training retreat. Letting out an exhale, you closed the door behind him. Standing in the living room for a moment, you began ruminating. Of course you were happy this opportunity came up for him, but it was impossible to quell your concern. To you, it didn’t sound like a good idea so soon after his injury, but he assured you he was fine and it’d only be one week. It was only supposed to be one week…

……….……..

You were awoken out of your sleep at two AM when your phone rang. Groggy, you picked it up seeing it was an unknown number. Upon answering, you heard his familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Cam? Hey baby”, you replied before cutting yourself off with a yawn. “How is it?”

“Damn I woke you up? I’m sorry”.

Cracking a small smile at his sheepish tone, you soothed, “it’s ok, I’m glad you did. How are you?”

“Happy to your voice. Today was… I don’t know. It was weird.”

After hearing the unease on his voice, you sat up a bit. “Weird how? Cam what’s wrong??”

Shifting to a hushed tone, Cameron expressed, “I might just be thinking too much into it… but they act weird as fuck around here. His training methods are out there. For real. Plus, my head is killing me right now”.

You were quiet for a second, trying to ease your nerves. “Did you see the medic on standby? Make sure everything’s ok?? Maybe some rest will help”.

“Yeah, I’m about to then I’m going to sleep, just needed to call you”. Cameron let out a tired sigh before adding, “only day one and I’m already exhausted. Looking forward to seeing you soon”.

“Me too”. Your heart clenched at the thought of him overexerting himself.

“I love you”.

“I love you to— “.

“Oh shit, I gotta g— “.

You blinked, staring at the phone in confusion for a moment at the abrupt hang up. Surely everything was fine. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself though that call brewed more worry in you.

……….……..

After a few days had passed with no words, you increasingly grew concerned. You knew there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to check in daily but the last conversation you had continued to replay in your mind. It was also safe to conclude that phones weren’t permitted since he seemed in a rush to end the call. And on the fifth day you finally got confirmation that he was seemingly fine… More than fine actually.

Sometime that evening you received a message from a different unknown number. It was clear the message wasn’t directly from Cameron once you opened the text. Heart dropping at the content, it was a single video of Cameron in his boxers surrounded by other women in bikinis. When you caught a glimpse of champagne bottles, it registered that they must’ve been celebrating. Feeling a lump form in your throat, you turned your phone off. I guess there’s no point in worrying if he’s celebrating.

During the next couple days, you tried to distract yourself, yet the persistent feelings of confusion and disappointment continued. Everything surfaced on the last day when the thought that he could have cheated on you crossed your mind. You didn’t know how to reconcile with the fact that he seemed so eager to get home just a few days ago. Your sadness quickly shifted to frustration once it became clear where his priorities lied. The hurt from him choosing to celebrate with strangers rather than calling to simply let you know everything was fine outweighed any concern you initially felt. Eyes welling with tears now, you knew what you had to do.

……….…….

Still no word on the tenth day now, you prepared yourself to end things if he did end up ever coming back or reaching out. When showering that evening, you ran every possible scenario of how that conversation might go if he showed up in person through your mind. After falling asleep on the couch, you were startled awake at the sound of Cameron’s key fumbling behind the door. Sitting up, you felt the uncomfortable pit settle deep in your stomach. None of the possibilities could account for how things actually ended up going later that night.

You fought back tears as the video and the silence from him thus far flashed in your mind, causing your throat to constrict. Upon him entering, the first thing that caught your eye was the cast on his left arm. The second was the exhaustion on his face and the small smile adorning his features once he saw you. As soon as you made eye contact, a few stray tears slipped out. Breaking the silence, he greeted, “hey”.

You took note of the rawness in his voice as he rounded the couch to sit next to you. You shifted, sliding your legs close to your body to create space and distance. “I’m so sorry… it wasn’t my intention to ghost you. I can explain”. Cameron reached his hand out to rest on your leg before you abruptly pulled it away from him.

Whispering out, “don’t touch me… please”. Your gaze lingered on the spot before shifting up to his face. What if he touched them there too…? Starting to feel more tears stream down your cheeks, you swiped them away. “It’ll only make this harder so don’t”.

He knew he fucked up only calling once but he didn’t think it would warrant this reaction from you. A flash of hurt and confusion crossed Cameron’s features as he pleaded. “Baby… I’m sorry, please”.

“How could you do that me? I thought something happened to you… I thought—", you paused, getting choked up as you stared at him. Averting your gaze for a moment, you gathered yourself.

“Listen, I can’t do this anymore”.

“Please, just let me explain. I didn’t— “.

“Explain what? How happy you were out there?!”

“What are you talking about?! I wasn’t happy out there! That’s what I’m tryna tell you right n—”

“I saw the video.”

A puzzled expression fell on Cameron’s face at the sound of that. “What video?? Listen, if you just hear me out, my memory from last week is fuzzy. I don’t remember any vi-”. You cut him off, shoving your phone in his direction to show him. Shaking his head in bewilderment, his confusion grew as he watched.

“Why…? That’s all I want to know”, you questioned, sniffling as the tears fell freely. Throwing your phone to the side, you actively tried to swipe them away as they kept coming. “We’ve been together for two years Cameron. Why wouldn’t you just break up with me if that’s what you wanted?!”

“Baby I promise you that’s not what I want! I don’t— I didn’t— “. Cameron’s confusion morphed into distress once it registered in his mind where your hurt was coming from.

Stomach churning at the thought now, you quietly voiced, “did you… did you fuck them?”

“No! No, I wouldn’t do that to you, please believe me!” Cameron reached over again to comfort you as he continued. “I promise I have never and would never do— “

Once his hand briefly brushed your arm, you abruptly stood from the couch. “I said don’t touch me!” Sobbing now, you turned away, walking towards the kitchen island to calm yourself down. Knowing he followed, you quietly admitted, “your promises don’t mean shit anymore”.

Turning back around to face him, your heart clenched when you saw his glassy eyes. “If you’re being truthful, how can you be sure you didn’t—", you paused, unable to say it.

Cameron grew desperate in his pleas. “I’m begging you to just hear me out. It’s not what you think, I would never intentionally jeopardize our relationship…”. Shifting his gaze back and forth in between your eyes, he persisted, “please…”.

“Explain then”.

“I don’t know what they injected me with but the last thing I can clearly remember is our call, everything after that is a blur…”. You listened as he continued, quietly pondering back to the conversation, noting the unease he expressed. “I’m being honest when I say I don’t remember that video, I swear”.

Cameron initially granted you space, keeping a safe distance so you wouldn’t get upset. As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, moving closer to you. “I’m not gonna lie I think I was hallucinating at times… I’m not sure if that was the head injury or the injections but shit got bad, quickly. Even if I don’t remember much right now I can assure you, I didn’t fuck any of them. I wasn’t that out of it in the moment, I know it didn’t go that far”.

“After that, shit hit the fan and before I knew it I woke up in the hospital with a broken arm. The doctors said I was unconscious for a few days so my memory might take a second to adjust”.

You felt your heart drop with each passing sentence. Your gaze lowered, lingering on his cast before shifting to the other, seeing the hospital wristband. Growing misty eyed when you peered up at him, you quietly voiced, “You were in a coma…?”

“I came here straight from the hospital… I didn’t mean to leave you in the dark, I—". Cameron paused, feeling his throat constrict at the thought of you throughout the last ten days. He dropped his gaze before shifting his attention back to your face. Tears had welled in his eyes as he apologized again. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to break up”.

You closed the distance, reaching to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. Mumbling into his shoulder, you said, “stop apologizing”. He immediately circled your waist, closing his eyes as he inhaled your comforting scent. You stood like that for a moment, just embracing one another before you pulled back to caress his cheek. “I’m sorry you went through that”. Cameron peered down at you through tired eyes, leaning into your touch before turning his head to kiss your palm in reassurance.

“Just glad I’m here now”.

Offering him a small smile, you responded, “me too”.

He brought his hand up to swipe away any remaining tears on your cheeks. Feeling his chest tighten at the sight, Cameron voiced, “You know I hate seeing you cry like this… I never would’ve gone if I knew this would happen”.

“There was no way you could’ve known. Don’t beat yourself up about”. You drifted your hand over to gently squeeze his forearm. “You’re here right now, I’m content with that”. Cameron cracked a smile at the sound of that. Pulling him back in for a tight hug, you murmured close to his ear, “how about we wind down hm?”

“I like the sound of that”.

After Cameron had taken a shower, he joined you under the covers. Once he circled his uninjured arm around your back, you shifted your body close, slinging your leg across his. Gently trailing a hand across his chest, you questioned, “do you need anything right now? Some medicine or food?”

He rested his cast on your thigh, sending you a smile. “I’m ok baby, I’m not in any pain right now”.

Eyes wandering towards his head, you tentatively asked, “are you sure…?”

“I’m sure”.

“Ok. Just let me know”.

Cameron gave your hip a squeeze, voicing, “I will”. His eyes drifted towards your lips before he urged, “C’mere”. You leaned in, just intending to leave a soft peck on his lips but it quickly turned into a few. He reconnected each time you pulled away, causing you to melt into the kiss.

A sharp spiral of heat stirred in your core when he groaned against your mouth. You hadn’t realized how much you missed that until this moment. Through all the worry and stress, it never crossed your mind. Being reminded of that now, you lightly pushed against his chest. A breathy, “wait”, escaped as you pulled back to think clearly. “As bad as I want to right now, you’re hurt”.

Staring at you through blown pupils he voiced, “still want you…”. His attention shifted to your jaw, peppering kisses across it till he reached your ear. “Let me show you how sorry I am”.

“Cam…”

Pulling back to look at you, Cameron shifted his body, rolling you onto your back. He reassured, “we don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable. I’m only up for it if you are… but I know you missed it, didn’t you?”. Your hand on his chest traveled up to his neck while the other grasped his back.

“I— “, you started before a soft moan fell out at the feeling of his bulge brushing against you. Drawing your legs around him, you brought him closer, desperate for more friction through the thin sleep shorts you were wearing. Cameron went for the weak spot on your neck, nipping at your skin with his teeth after laying an open mouthed kiss on it.

He did a teasing roll of his hips, keeping your waist tight in his grip. Bringing his head up, he continued, “she missed me?” Your gaze shifted between his eyes, dropping to his lips before you pulled him back down for a kiss. Growing lightheaded, you parted from his lips, peering over at his cast next to your head for a second. Cameron’s eyes followed yours, sensing your apprehension. “I’ll be careful, I swear”.

That was all you needed to proceed. Shifting your gaze back to his face, you noticed the familiar glint of desperation in his eyes. It appeared every single time he felt he needed to compensate. Every single time he craved your approval. Savoring these moments, you coaxed him now. “Show me how sorry then…”. Trailing your hand up his jaw to thumb at his bottom lip, you added, “haven’t decided if I forgive you yet”.

You instructed him to lay back for a moment so you could remove your shorts before ordering, “come here”. Cameron listened, returning to the same position, looking down at you through pleading eyes. Teasingly, you kept your legs spread at his sides, avoiding bringing him closer. Gently trailing your nails up his chest now, you inquired with him to be sure. “You want my forgiveness, hm?” He nodded, dropping his gaze to your lips for a moment. You brought your hand up to settle on his jaw, silently reminding him you’ll stop if he doesn’t verbalize it. “Is that it Cam?”

Nodding his head, he mumbled, “Yes. I need your forgiveness… I need you”.

A content smile spread across your features at the sound of that. Choosing to wrap your legs around him, you pressed him flush against you. Guiding him in for a kiss, you made sure to keep it slow, prolonging it until pulling away for air. “Put it in”. He held most of his weight on his forearm located above your head on the pillows to avoid pressure on the cast. Cameron adjusted a bit before lining himself up with your entrance, gradually gliding in.

You watched as he did, a small moan leaving your mouth before biting your bottom lip to stifle it. The sight of his complete vulnerability during these moments traveled straight to your core. As he slid in inch by inch, the stretch was intrusive, but you quickly adjusted as he sunk in completely. He knew to pause before continuing, giving you a minute.

Clenching around his length, you soothingly ran your hands up to his shoulders. Trailing one over to his neck, you gently traced his jaw with your thumb. After whispering out “you can move now”, Cameron did a gradual, experimental thrust. Setting a steady, comfortable rhythm now after a few shallow thrusts, he leaned down for a kiss, momentarily parting to mumble against your lips.

“Missed you so much… missed this pussy”.

At the sound of his voice, more arousal pooled in your core. The increasingly loud squelching sound had begun to resonate throughout the bedroom with each pass of his hips. Keeping your hand on his neck, you alluringly asked, “feels good baby?”, intentionally fluttering around his dick.

Twitching inside you as soon as the words rung in his ear, he groaned. “Always feel so good, f-fuck”. Cameron peered down at you through hazy eyes, trying to keep them open for you.

A soft moan left your mouth as the drag of his hips grew in speed. Gripping his jaw, you voiced, “you understand you’re mine hm? Did you forget that?” Cameron wordlessly shook his head before responding.

“No, n-no, I’m yours, no one else’s”. Feeling his mind quickly slip into a deeper state of need, he became vocal. “Would never forget that baby. Don’t want to belong to anyone except you”. Voice groaning strained, he mumbled, “don’t need any one else”.

You bit your bottom lip at the sound of that, shifting your gaze from one pupil to the next. A sharp wave of pleasure rippled through your stomach, signaling your impending orgasm. “And what else?” You shifted your hand to the back of his neck, pulling his head down to speak closely next to his ear. Whispering out, “what else belongs to me Cameron?”, you felt a deep sense of satisfaction bloom in your chest when a low groan left his throat.

Your voice paired with your scent Cameron was taking inhales of sent a tremor through his body. “This dick is all yours baby. Only belongs to you”. Fisting his hand above you, a groan caught in his throat. Brows furrowing, he murmured, “oh fuck”. Your thighs dug into the side of his hips, keeping his thrusts deep.

Gently clawing at his upper back, you locked your legs around him. Drawing him impossibly closer, his happy trail brushed against your navel. Breath faltering for a second, you continued. “And you know what will happen if you ever forget that yes…?”

Nodding swiftly against your shoulder, he muttered, “You’ll leave me”.

Trailing your hand back over to cup his jaw, you guided his head back so you could peer up at him. There was a level of anguish displayed in his eyes as the thought crossed his mind. You maintained steady eye contact while questioning. “Is that something you want?”

“No. Mean too much to me”. Leaning in close, he muttered “not letting that happen”, before connecting your lips. Feeling you flutter around him, Cameron increased his pace. Parting from you, he released a low groan while dropping his head to your neck. Alerting you, he mumbled, “f-fuck, I’m close baby”.

“I want you to hold it Cam”, you urged. Drawing your nails gently across the back of his neck before grasping it, you tilted your head to speak directly into his ear. “Can you do that for me baby?” The hand you had placed on his chest shifted over, feeling the quick pace of his heartbeat.

Any ounce of composure he possessed slipped away as soon as you started speaking but he would do it for you. He had to, he needed your forgiveness. Craved it. Stuttering out, “y-yes”, Cameron paused his movements.

Snaking your hand back around to cup his jaw, you pushed him out of your neck. “I didn’t say stop, keep going”. Immediately resuming his pace upon hearing that, Cameron shut his eyes. Twitching against your walls, he willed himself to hold off. The pressure that racked his abdomen sent his mind blank.

Seeing him bite his bottom lip to stifle his groans, you felt your orgasm bubble under the surface. Moaning out, “I’m almost there baby”, your thighs trembled against him. Feeling the warmth spread throughout your body, you clawed at his back. Cameron’s mouth parted, releasing labored pants while you pulsed around his dick.

Taking note of his expression, you reminded, “you’ve been so good, not yet Cam, don’t cum”. Soaking in the praise, he continued listening, straining with every passing glide inside you. Feels too good. No thoughts were in his head except for the way you felt, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold it. Once you noticed the telltale signs of him bordering on the edge, you halted his movements, tapping his chest. “Stop, lay back on the bed”.

Withdrawing, Cameron repositioned, lying on his back. His eyes followed as you got comfortable above him, placing your knees at his sides. Soothingly rubbing at his chest, you asked, “good?” He brought his free hand to rest against your hip.

“I’m good”. His eyes held a hint of bliss as he spoke out in a hushed tone, “did I earn it yet?”

Giving him a warm smile, you lean down to faintly brush your lips along his, edging back just a few inches when he attempted to kiss you. After a moment, you finally gave in, pressing a kiss against his lips. Eagerly returning it with the same passion, Cameron squeezed the flesh on your thigh. Your hand trailed up to his neck, pressing him back into the sheets when he tried lifting his head to match your pace. “Not yet baby”.

Rolling your hips back and forth, a desperate groan caught Cameron’s throat when his tip nudged your entrance. Parting from your lips, he muttered, “Please…”. Slightly shifting your hips, you lined his dick at your entrance before sliding down in one go.

Clenching around his veiny length, you moaned. Cameron twitched, grasping at your hip firmly before trailing down to grip the flesh of your ass. Staying flush against his body, you begun lifting your hips, rocking back and forth at a teasing pace. Keeping his jaw in your hold, you tilted his head, placing open mouthed kisses along his neck. The guttural groan he let out traveled straight to your core, causing your slick to pool at his base. “F-fuck, I can’t hold it”.

Pausing your kisses, you pushed off his chest to get a clear view of his face. Peering down at his expression, you bit your bottom lip, awestruck. Lips parted, he had his eyes shut as his groans became uncontrollable. Feeling himself throb inside you, Cameron fisted his hand in the sheets, trying to prevent bruising you with his grip.

Trailing your hand up to grip his jaw, you instructed, “open your eyes Cam”. A broken moan slipping out, you urged, “look at me”. He listened, focusing his blurred attention on you. There wasn’t a single readable emotion in Cameron’s eyes except his longing as he peered up at you. Clenching around him, you breathlessly spoke, “so deep, feel so— “. A whimper escaped you when he twitched. “fuck, you’re right at the edge, aren’t you?” Pressure building in his abdomen Cameron wordlessly nodded. “And you’d stay right there all night if I asked you…?”

A low, “yes”, slipped out of his mouth. And you believed him.   

Grinning satisfied, you breathed out, “I forgive you baby, tell me when”. Immediately after saying that, you picked up your speed, gliding up and down at a wild pace. As soon as the words left your mouth, Cameron’s eyes drifted shut. Breathing growing staggered, the vulgar sounds of you bouncing up and down rung in his ears.

Thighs tensing, he warned, “I’m— “, before his climax was triggered, breaking his sentence. Your hand shifted down, feeling him flex under your palm. You slowed your movements, coming to a pause as an after wave of your orgasm spiraled through your core. When he felt you pulsing, he moved his hand to grasp your thigh again.

Rubbing small circles against your skin, Cameron opened his eyes, giving you a spacey look. You leaned down to press a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling back completely. A soft smile spreading across your face, you swiped your thumb across his bottom lip. “I might’ve missed you a little bit”.

Cracking a smile, Cameron questioned, “damn, just a little bit?”

“Maybe more…? I haven’t decided on that yet either”.

Chuckling, he joked, “I’ll take what I can’t get”. A small laugh escaped you before your eyes drifted over to his cast. Gently bringing his arm over to rest in front you, on his abdomen, you traced your nails across it. After a moment of quiet pondering, you brought your gaze back towards his face.

“Can I ask you to promise me something serious right now…?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I need you to promise me you’ll give yourself time to recover this time”.

He moved your hand over to his heart as he spoke. “I promise you, I’m going to take plenty of time to recover. I mean that. My word is still bond, that was the first and only time I haven’t kept my promises”.

Smiling warmly, a small laugh escaped you. “ok, I trust you”.

Once you two settled in for the night, Cameron was spooning you, quietly contemplating voicing what was on his mind. You were absentmindedly trailing your nails along his cast slung over your hip when his quiet voice cut through the silence. “I think I’m done with football… I can’t… It’s just not for me anymore”.

You paused your movements, processing what he said for a moment. Camerons stomach turned at your silence. The thought that you might leave him after all crossed his mind. He can deal with his families dissatisfaction but you… that’s a different story.

Being cautious of his cast, you gently turned to face him now. He expected to see a hint of disappointment in your eyes but all that came through was worry. “And you’re sure about this?”

Nodding, he continued. “It was never for me. I didn’t pursue it for me. Unfortunate it took all of this shit for me to realize that, but I’ll be better off… we’ll be better off.”

“Ok”. You leaned in to press a kiss on his lips before pulling back to soothingly trail your thumb across his jaw.

Puzzled by your reaction, Cameron asked, “you’re not upset?”

A light laugh escaped you at the sound of that. “No, why do you think I’d be upset?” If anything, you were trying to compose yourself so your happiness wouldn’t come across as you being over enthusiastic.

“I don’t know… I just thought it might be a dealbreaker. Thought you’d be disappointed. I haven’t done anything other than football our entire relationship”.

“And…?? Baby I’m not disappointed, you’re more than just football, you know that, right?” You shifted your gaze between his eyes, waiting for him to respond. “Cam…?”

“I know”. He cracked a small smile at the quizzical look you gave him. “I do, I’m serious!”

“Good. Because you know I wouldn’t be with you if that was the case. I’d be bored”.

Chuckling, he replied, “noted”.

Laughter bubbled out of you when it processed in your mind he said “dealbreaker”. Humored at the thought, you questioned, “wait, did you think I was going to break up with you over this?!”

Cameron sheepishly admitted, “Yes”. Laughing along with you now, he clarified himself. “Look, in my defense I didn’t want you thinking I can’t provide for you anymore because I still will, I promise”.

“Provide for me?! Cam please!” Your laughter had died down after a moment. Shifting to a more serious tone, you stated, “baby I know you will, that’s the least of my concerns”. Bringing your hand up to caress his cheek, you continued. “All I’m concerned about right now is your health. I just want you to be ok. And truthfully… I loved watching you play but I need you here in one piece”.

He pulled you closer, brushing his nose against yours before uttering, “I love you”.

“I know”, you softly voiced before connecting your lips. “I love you too”. Looking over his features with a smile now, you pondered. “I’m wondering though, are you scared of me?”

He was only halfway joking when he responded, “A little”.

Thumbing at his lip, you quipped, “only a little hm?”

Raising a brow, Cameron questioned, “in this moment?!” Chuckling, he followed up with “yes”.

“Aww you can’t handle me baby?! I’m harmless!”

“What, you need me to show you that too right now? Say the word baby and I will”. He slung your leg over his hip, drawing you closer. With a knowing grin he leaned in to speak against your ear. “Because you and I both know that’s not case, don’t we?”

“I don’t need you to show me anything right now! You need to rest!” Laughing, you ran your hand across his chest. “You can show me as soon as that cast comes off though, I can wait”, you teased.

“You sure about that?”

“Mhm”, you hummed, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips again before parting. “Goodnight”.

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