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Synopsis: Off season just started and Cameron is on the game rather than paying attention to his girlfriend. So you, the girlfriend, decides to play a TikTok prank on him and ragebait him with 2k terms.
Warnings: MDNI 𝜗ৎ MeanCameron 𝜗ৎ Bratty Reader 𝜗ৎ Spanking 𝜗ৎ Light pain kink 𝜗ৎ Baby pet name 𝜗ৎ Black reader 𝜗ৎ Crack 𝜗ৎ Barely proofread 𝜗ৎ Lowkey crack 𝜗ৎ Prob other stuff read with caution
W/C: 1.8k
Football season has finally ended with Cam and his team bringing home the trophy and the admiration of the fans. After months of playoffs, traveling state to state, interviews, and post-game interviews, he was finally done and could come back home. It wasn’t easy being with Cam. His career means that you only get true normalcy half of the year; the other half he’s away. But despite the parties, drinking, and other women you knew were around the team, you trusted Cam to be faithful. Now that the season was over, there was no need for late-night phone calls or constant location checking; you two would always be together.
You were lying on y’all’s shared bed, blankly staring at the ceiling with a bored expression. Instagram has been dry lately, so much to the point of you deciding to do nothing but stare at the wall, contemplating what you did to deserve this lack of attention.
“bro you pull from half court i swear… oohhh green fuck nigga!” You look over to see Cam yelling at a damn screen
“Yup yall niggas tell me when yall ready to play fr”
Like football, Cam also seemed equally gifted at 2k, playing the game for the last 3 hours with the boys, leaving you with nothing to do but watch. To study. And you've picked up a few terms here and there. Green basically means he got a perfect score or shot; it's definitely a good thing, but knowing that wasn’t enough. Earlier this week, you were scrolling through TikTok and saw the trend where girls were ragebaiting their boyfriends by using 2k lingo they shouldn’t know. Cams always been the jealous type, especially at the beginning of the relationship, but time has mellowed him out, so you took the liberty of writing a few down for moments like this.
“How many cap breakers you got”
He pauses and looks back with a dumbfounded expression and it takes everything in you not to laugh.
“ A cap breaker?” He says it slowly, like he doesn’t like how the phrase tastes in his mouth “ You know what a cap breaker is?”
Step 1: Gaslight
you scoff and curl your lip to mock him.
“yOu KnOw WhAt A cAp BrEaKeR iS? You sound ridiculous Cam, you don’t have to play 2K to know what that is, everyone knows what a cap breaker is.”
”Okay so if everyone knows what cap breaker is tell me wha-”
A frantic voice on the headset cuts in before he can finish his question “Bruh head the game!”
Cam quickly turns back, mumbles a quick ‘my fault’, and goes back to focusing on the game.
STEP 2: Confusion
you wait a few minutes before your next attack.
“What badges are you going to max tier?”
He swiftly glances back to you before going back to the screen
“Bro, where are you learning these terms?”
“you’ve been playing this game for years, you think I’m not gonna pick up some things? Think I’m dumb?” you give a fake frown, furrowing your brows and doing your best impression of a kicked puppy.
“No baby I just-“
“Whatever Cam, just wanted to show an interest in your hobbies, my fault” you say with a sign before rolling off the bed, onto your feet and walk towards the door.
“[♡], wait I didn’t mean it like that.”
You swiftly turn back on heel and give him a forgiving look before walking over and giving him a chaste kiss on his shaven head.
“I know babe, I’m just heading to the kitchen, you want anything?”
“Um… no?”
Poor thing. You kinda felt bad for him but you were too deep now. So you nod and head to the kitchen and pick up a few snacks before coming back.
Step 3: Ragebait
“Get the fucking ball ma- dude he’s open…guard him!”
He was now hunched over the screen, leaning forward and gripping the controller so hard you think it might break if even a little more pressure is applied. At this point, you start to truly consider what you are doing. He's worked so hard all season, from conditioning to constantly being under public scrutiny, the last thing he needed was his girlfriend to add to that. But at the same time, it seems the game was already doing that, so you might as well.
“Cam, maybe we should take a break and- ”
“Chill, it's fine. If only these niggas could keep the ball, we wouldn’t be here, would we? ” he says the last part extra loud, clearly meant for his homeboys over the headset as you listen to them argue back. However, his response was the last nail in the coffin, playing the game? Whatever. Ignoring you? Whatever. Cutting you off? Hell nah.
"You know what? Fuck you nigga. You steady mad at everyone, but if you just hit a quick stop, then a two-step before you reach the basket, then you guaranteed a basket"
Silence. He didn’t move or say anything. The only thing that could be heard was his teammates muffled voices on the headset. Uneasiness crept into your stomach. He's never been the type to be silent; if he was around, then there was always a commotion that followed him, but now only silence.
You gnaw on your lip before speaking, your voice comes out meeker than you wanted it to “Cam?”
He removes his headset and slowly turns to look at you. It's heavy, the weight of his stare feels damn near oppressive. You’ve had plenty of experience of getting on Cam's nerves but this was something different.
“Baby you know i was just joking right? I've never even played 2k. I was just throwing out words and stuff..”
“Nah cause where the fuck you know dem words from huh? Who taught them to you? What nigga was here giving you a play by play on what to do?”
“No one! Swear it was a trend for TikToc”
“Bet. Where the camera? ”
“I-I didn’t set one up”
“Oh ‘a trend for TikToc’ but no TikToc being made? You keep playin with me [♡] see what happens. ”
After that, he grabbed the controller and slipped his headset back on before turning back to the game. The energy in the room was completely different, there was no more yelling at his teammates when they didn’t pass the ball, no more cursing under his breath. He wasn’t even gripping the controller tightly, just tapping it lightly as if he was waiting for something. The only thing that showed that he was still invested in the game was the fact that he was still looking at the screen, but barely that; his eyes were clouded over with eerie indifference as he stared. His body was as rigid as ice as he sat there mumbling out empty words into his headset.
Now feeling the shift in the room, you do your best to stay quiet, hoping that if you did, he would just forget about what you said and just go back to his usual doglike demeanor. But you knew he wouldn’t; each time he scored a goal, he didn’t cheer like usual he just sat there waiting for the game to end. Towards the end of the game you quietly ease yourself off the bed and slowly shuffle towards the door, only to be stopped halfway with Cams hand on the back of your neck.
“Oh you got business to attend?” he sneers.
“Uh no i just-”
“No you do get your ass on the damn bed. Talkin all that smart shit thinkin you can just walk on up outta here.”
Finally the moment you’ve been dreading, the screen displayed the winning team releasing stats on each player, to your surprise Cam’s team won, him being the MVP of course.
Step 4: Punishment
SMACK
“Agh! hiccup eigh-eighteen “
His hand comes soft to soothe the raw stinging of your ass, tracing little circles with his thumb right before lifting up and slamming down again.
“Oh Fuck! nineteen! Cam please- damn it”
You shift around on his knees trying to find a comfortable way to calm the aching of your ass. Your hands are bound behind your back by a belt being held taunt by Cameron.
“I'm sorry baby I-i meant it as a joke. Okay? you know i’d never cheat on you.”
“ Nah that’s ain’t the point”
SMACK
“ Twenty!”
“ Oh come on Cam you the only one that is allowed to make a joke?! It’s not fai-“
he lays down a heavy hand to your ass firmly cutting you off.
“Keep going [♡], you clearly begging for it and we got all night.”
Usually he gives you a number. Something you could look forward to, to know that you are getting closer and closer to release. But with no end in sight you had to cave.
You do your best to turn your head to look at him. 16mm wispy lashes sparkled with tears as you pout and throw out a lame apology.
“Okay Okay I’m sorry baby so sorry. You were ignoring me after being away from home for so long.”
You hear him suck his teeth before replying “Oh so it’s okay then”
Like instinct, you immediately forgetting your position and launch a snarky response to counter his.
“ Well Cam, how are you gon come after months of being away just to hop on the game with the people you practically saw everyday! It just feels like you couldn’t care less if I was in the room or not.”
You wanted it to sound strong but as it came out your shoulders start to heave and shake as tears gush out of your eyes like a geyser. He slowly lifts you upright so that you are straddling him, hands still tied behind your back while his arms wrap around your waist. You dig your face into the crevice of his neck to muffle your crys. 5 minutes? 10? 20?? You’re not sure how long you and Cameron sat there all you knew is that it felt right.
“[♡], I understand how you feel but that's not how we do things, right? I mean imagine I came to you talking about how my sims aren’t listening to me, or something like that. Idk you get my point though?”
You give a light chuckle at the analogy before lifting your head to meet his eyes. You didn’t really play sims as much as you used to at the beginning of y'all's relationship but still found the comparison sweet.
“I know babe i was just bored.”
He gives you a chase kiss on the forehead before slowly untying the belt. “Yeah, well find something safe next time”
A lil blurb inspired by my fave video: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTS8nyPAP/
Rated: M
“Baby! I’m about to leave,” Cameron says as he walks out of your shared bedroom to go to practice.
“I’m in here,” you yell back from the kitchen, making him stop in his tracks.
As he follows the sound of your voice, he pauses and takes in the sight before him.
You’re bent over the kitchen counter in one of his hoodie and a pair of your booty shorts. Completely engrossed in your phone call, looking as fine as ever.
“That’s so crazy! No, he didn’t tell me that,” you exclaimed as you continued to snack on the chips.
He walks over to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around your soft stomach.
“Imma be back in like two hours, bae. You'd better still look this sexy when I get back,” he whispered in your ear.
This earned him a playful smack to the chest and a chuckle, as you were still on the phone.
You offered him a kiss and leaned up to give him a soft peck on the lips. You turn back to your original position to finish your conversation.
Not being able to resist himself, Cameron lands a soft pat on your butt before heading out the door.
For some reason, that soft tap was very unsatisfying to you.
“Unh unh! I didn’t like that”
“What are you talking about?” Cam replies with a chuckle before swinging his head back in your direction.
“Don’t pat me on the back like I’m one of yo lil homeboys! Do it right,” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head.
Without a word, Cam walks back over to you, grabs you by the hips, and lands a hard smack on your plush ass. The slap being able to be heard through the entire apartment.
“Ouu-“This action makes you jump a little bit as you feel a wetness start to grow between your legs.
With that, Cam places another kiss on your lips before turning to the door.
You feel a heat reach your face as you bite your lip. “Ok, I’ll see you later, baby.”
When the door finally clicks shut, you lean yourself against the corner with a giant smirk on your lips, forgetting about your phone.
“Bitch!" your friend shouted. "Hello?! What the fuck just happened? Y'all are freaky as hell!"
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Idk if this is that good! But I had time this morning so I just decided to write sumn! Hope yall thinks it’s cute!
plus size, nerdy, black fem!reader, public activities/exhibitionism, reader wears a plug, oral + car sex, fingering, anal, other themes
word count: 3.4K
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it was a place you frequented often..finding it to be your safe haven and place of solace. Aisles and aisles of literature with every genre imaginable..from novels chocked full of fantasy, mystery and romance that you could immerse yourself into as a means to escape reality to the comics and manga that had you working extra hours just so you could scoop up the next volume or two. Visiting every couple of weeks or so, but you’d never imagine that your best friend..with a few extra benefits and fellow nerd would be traipsing behind you, scouring the shelves to add to his own collection.
“Thank you for coming with me, Ony. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to.”
“You playing right? Of course imma come with you..besides, I could never get my homeboys to go with me so it works out perfectly.”
you’d frolic about in your white flowing sundress with the pink carnations enmeshed in the pattern as this tall man with the stocky build, wire framed glasses and a tapered fade followed suit. He’d decided on grey sweats, black and white Dunks with a plain white tee and a silver necklace thrown around his neck for his ensemble..one thing was for certain: the two of you looked like polar opposites and he definitely didn’t fit the bill for being the absolute geek he was; that much apparent by the glares from the store clerks who recognized you. Little did they know this man would rattle their ear off about his fifty model airplane builds, all his knowledge about piloting, his love of space and buy out their entire stock of Star Wars and DC merchandise if he laid eyes on it. He got so excited when it came to his special interests and you thought it was adorable.
“Aye, look. They got the new volumes. We should both get a copy.” “Ony, look. This is the book I was telling you about, I think you’ll really like it, it’s up your alley.”
the two of you were like little kids running about through a store full of sugary delicacies. Excited and thrilled to be sharing your love of literature with one another. You’d grab various pieces that piqued your interest before retreating to the in house coffee shop for a seat and an iced refresher. Having stolen glances of your figure as he trailed behind you all day, Ony became increasingly flustered when seeing your pretty face, surrounded by those tufted curls and donned with that gorgeous smile..covering it up with the spine of the book.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because I like beautiful things, ‘can't help myself....”
complimenting your outfit, telling you how cute you looked in those round glasses. Teasing you relentlessly until you felt as if you were going to implode. Honestly, if anyone had said that a man as handsome as Onyakopon would be sitting across from you, fanning out over comics and being equally as infatuated with you, you’d call them a liar. But alas, here you were…it only made matters worse when he’d ask to see your piece of literature and after a few seconds of resistance, he’d grasp it and find himself greeted with quite the spicy excerpt. It was a black erotic fantasy novel by an author you’d followed for years. Many nights you sat in your room, immersed in her descriptive, detailed stories. This one in particular was about a young witch from a long bloodline of renowned practitioners who falls for the rival warlock and in this scene in particular, the two are engaging in a rather salacious exchange..in the public eye! Something that was admittedly so, a fantasy of your own. When Ony began to scan the pages, you could see his very visible reaction.
“Oh shit..so this is what we’re doing now? I see you, (y/n).” Causing you to immediately fluster in response! With haste, you’d snatch it back and attempt to cover your face in shame.
“Ignore that, I was just checking something!” but the damage was done..the seed had become deeply imbued in your boy toy’s brain and for the rest of the afternoon, it was all that would be occupying his mind…
“Yeah alright, I believe you. ‘You ready to go look some more?”
honestly, you’d do anything to ease the very blatant awkward tension. So you’d nod and the two of you would proceed to scan various aisles, scouring each section; omitting the children’s one until you’d successfully perused the entire store. By the end of it, you each had been left with a stack full of literature that had managed to fill up your hand baskets. Greeted by an overly bubbly cashier; resembling yourself with just a lighter skin tone, (y/n) went first and exchanged pleasantries with the young woman. As she’d scan your items, you’d find yourself engaging in a full blown conversation about your diverse selection. You’d talk about the various manga and how much you’d accumulated over the years. Then she’d catch a glimpse of the aforementioned novel that had spurred controversy.
Meanwhile, Ony couldn’t help but steal glances of you…his eyes just barely wavering so as to not draw too much attention but he couldn’t help himself. Admiring the curvature of your body…the way you looked in that dress was conjuring up thoughts he’d never thought possible. It was so innocuous but yet, revealed just enough to get his mind..and other organs racing. Not to mention your very visible reaction to that little excerpt he’d catch a peek of. But the best surprise was yet to come. Because once he finished paying for his things and the two of you gave a farewell to the cashier and store itself, you’d be greeted with quite a nasty storm waiting on the outside. Heavy rain droplets, thunder and lighting all filled the atmosphere and needless to say, neither of you were prepared. You’d heard rumblings earlier but it seemed that you two had been in there so long, it snuck up unexpectedly.
“You wait here and I’ll go pull the car around.”
It was his first instinct in that moment to protect you and as sweet as you found the gesture, it was also pointless. There was no need in him making the extra steps and you’d both end up soaked regardless.
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine. Let’s just make sure our two hundred bucks doesn’t go down the drain.” Referring to the copious amounts of literature you’d just obtained and it truly would be disheartening to watch it all become water logged.
For safety reasons, you’d reach down and remove your sandals, curling them around two of your fingers. You’d hook arms and clutch the hooks to your chests, ensuring they were covered as best as possible. Together, the two of you would brace the tough terrain, sprinting towards the vehicle. It was almost kind of fun and romantic, despite the chilling rain pouring over your skin. Even so, you guys would reach your destination and promptly enter the safety of the four door sedan. Figuring it’d be a little more spacious than his two seater sports car but he didn’t mind driving so that you could get a rest; as you had to travel a lot for work.
“Oh my gosh, that rain is freezing! I really wish I had brought my jacket in or something…now my dress is all soaked—“
Amidst your rambling, Ony’s eyes had once again resurfaced back to your frame. This time, fixating on said dress…looking at how tightly it clung to your body. Specifically your breasts and how those nipples poked through the material. They were all such lewd and inappropriate thoughts but he certainly could not deny the fact that you stirred up those feelings for him.
“I’m sorry, I’m just ranting…here, let me look in the back and see if there are some spare clothes. I’m sure I have something.”
“Nah, you good, baby. I’m sure it’ll stop soon—“ but before he could halt you, you were already crawling to the back as you’d spotted a pair of jeans, a tank top and some sweats and a t-shirt he could slip into. Not to mention, it didn’t seem there were any signs of the rain slowing down and there was no need for you guys to sit in wet clothing. He’d turn on the car and shift it over the heat to provide warmth.
“Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up, we might as well get comfortable.”
And comfortable would be an understatement! Because he’d take it as an opportunity to make his move. If for nothing else, to get you all flustered and bothered, in hopes of some action for later on. As you’d make your way to the spacious rear, he’d follow suit, causing the car to rock a little.
“Yeah…by comfortable, you mean get naked, right?”
“That is not what I meant, you pervert. I was just saying..”
And before long, you’d find him tickling you and eventually, it’d end in a makeshift makeout session…tousling around in the back and naturally, him teasing you throughout the whole ordeal. Suckling on your tongue and mimicking your tone as his hands ventured all over your frame…helping to remove those damp fabrics. But just as he began to work you out of it, you’d squirm and giggle, pressing your palms against his chest. Not that you didn’t want this moment to transpire and you weren’t feeling him….however, there was a bit of a secret that you had been harboring all day..
“And what were you saying? Hmm? What you tryna’ say?—“
Finally rendering you nude; tugging those panties off with his teeth, Ony would part your thighs to move in between them and of course, catch a glimpse of that sweet center he’d been craving all day long. But it was what you had just a few inches lower that would take him by surprise.
“Oh shit…
Just between those plump asscheeks, resided a metal plug, decorated with a blue jewel in the center. You’d been waiting all day to get him home and reveal the secret but this worked just fine as well! The inspiration behind it? The very book you were just discussing. Because in one of the chapters, the rival warlock forces the witch to wear various toys underneath her clothes to a village party…with an anal plug being one of them so that he could ‘train’ her. Eventually, after teasing her with a controlled vibrator from across the room and all but forcing her to drop to her knees in the middle of the floor, he rewarded her good behavior and ‘participation’ by fucking her senseless in one of the rooms at the manor at which it was being hosted. He’d perform anal sex on the witch for the first time that had her frightened to begin with and by the end, left her mind blank and the sheets splattered with her cum. She’d go from pleading for him to not to thanking him for every thrust and hitting spots she didn’t even know were possible.
“Don’t be shy now…spread those legs f’r me, baby. We not gon’ act like we ain’t see that.”
Cackling as he ran his hands up the backs of your thighs, Ony heavily sucked his teeth with a mouthy groan…ingesting the sight and becoming instantly aroused. That much shown by the tent in his boxers.
“It was supposed to be a surprise for later….but you caught me.” With your knees curled up to your chest and legs parted, you’d shamelessly toy with your clit right in front of him. Squeezing those plump breasts and pinching your stiffened nipples, (y/n) would tease those folds, stirring up the slick and emitting those soft, adorable moans he loved so much.
“Well I ain’t mad about it…I just didn’t know you’d be into some freaky shit like this. Matter of fact…lean up f’r me. I got you..”
Taking his hand, you’d get adjusted in the seat until those legs were parted to each side and he was beside you. Tugging down the remainder of his bottoms, Ony would unveil that thick, veiny cock that had been throbbing since he’d first laid eyes on you today.
“..got my shit all hard, baby. I’ve been wanting your pretty ass all day. You have no idea…”
He could barely be sated as is. But when you’d reach over to grasp his shaft, stroking it with that cheeky grin on your face, he nearly lost his mind.
“Yeah? Then tell me…tell me how bad you want me..” taking the reins for once; displaying just how vehemently horny you were for your man to be. (Y/N) lowered your head and began teasing that tip…wrapping those lips around it and eventually bobbing up and down on that shaft. Coating the thick, dark member in saliva as he tossed his head back against the seat. Those guttural, deep moans sounding so sexy…
“Oh fuck…I want you so bad, baby…want you to eat my fucking dick up..wanna fuck that pretty asshole..make you come—” barely able to guide you along. But you needed no help whatsoever. Placing those hands on his thighs, you’d begin to engulf him whole; taking a solid five inches into your mouth at once. The sounds of you choking on his cock only serve to arouse you even more. Meanwhile, he’d spot those fingers working in and out of that wet cunt and decide to take it over…
“Let me finger this lil’ wet pussy…know that shit so tight..”
Shoving those much thicker digits in, he’d aid you whilst devouring him whole. Which in turn, only made you even more salacious. The way your lips suctioned around his dick and that tip hit the back of your throat, Ony knew he was in for both a treat and some serious trouble. You wouldn’t let up until his legs were trembling and he exploded inside of your mouth.
However, he had a different set of plans and suddenly, you’d find your hair tangled in the grip of his fingertips. Tugging you up gently, he’d shove his tongue into you mouth for a savory kiss…tasting both of your remnants. Followed shortly after by his fingers being glided down your throat until you slightly gagged for him. Which left you both with smiles on your face.
“You so sexy…and freaky. I love you.”
“I love you too…now fuck me..please.”
Panting like a starved feign, practically drooling to feel him inside of you. Ony naturally obliged and helped you adjust until you were planted on all fours and ready for him.
“That’s it, arch that back f’r me, baby.” Encouraging as his strong hands glided up the curvature of your spine and eventually back down to those plump cheeks; brandishing each of them with a smack. Slowly, he’d spread them apart and eventually revealing that metal plug fully. You were pulsating, that tight entrance suctioning around the far end and once he began to slowly tug it out, you’d find yourself whimpering and moaning. He’d glance down a little further to see that your cunt was glistening as a result of that stimulation all day.
“Yeah…you ready f’r me. Spread that ass…hold it open.” Becoming a little more firm in his commands as he prepared to glide in. Gripping the base of his shaft, Ony stroked himself a few times before providing you a little more lubrication with a glob of saliva and his thumb momentarily, working those compact muscles.
(Y/N) let out a soft whimper, cursing under your breath from the pleasure…alas, that was only the beginning. Because once he was done, he’d make the transition into becoming one with your body. Truth be told, you both were a little nervous…it wasn’t the first time you two had done these sorts of activities but it certainly had been quite a while. However, lust, hormones, pure love and the sheer heat of the moment had caused you to make a decision to spice things up. And Ony was more than willing to participate in the antics! After a few seconds, he’d grasp your waist and pull you towards him. Eventually, that tip would prod into that warm hole and before you knew it, you were three inches full of his fat dick.
“Oh…fuck! You’re so tight…feels too fucking good.”
Unable to concoct a full sentence, Ony would suck his teeth and huff as he made home inside of you…that wet flesh clutching around him for dear life. Meanwhile, you’d grasp the door handle for leverage and allow him more room to maneuver. He’d start with a few gentle strokes, pushing in ever so slightly as to not hurt you. But he didn’t want to tease you too much as he could tell that you were overly aroused at this point; drooling from all of your orifices. Once he made it to his third one, you’d feel his hand come down once more with a forceful slap against your ass and soon, he was hitting his stride.
“Yeah…that’s it…take that dick, beautiful. Take that fucking dick…”
His deep drawl ringing out in your ear as those strokes grew a little more fast paced.
“Fuck! Yes, give it to me, Ony. You’re making me feel so good!”
Whimpering and crying in that sexy little tone he loved so much. The feeling of those heavy balls slapping against that clit in tandem only increasing the pleasure. Eventually, you’d begin to meet his thrusts, letting that round backside ricochet off of him.
“Mmhm…yeah I know, baby. I’m digging that lil’ ass out, ain’t I? Got you creaming all over my shit..”
“Yesss, daddy. Fuck…oh my God, you’re gonna make me come.”
which was all of the motivation he needed to keep drilling into that entrance. He barely lasted anytime in your pussy but this was by far even harder and Ony wasn’t certain if he could take anymore. But he’d keep pushing through…especially when you’d continue egging him on with those sweet whimpers and adorable moans; telling him how amazing he felt and how good he was fucking you. Those loud, wet sounds and the collision of flesh filling the car. All either of you could do was thank the heavens that it was still raining cats and dogs outside, which served as a makeshift partition to your lascivious activities.
As your eyes began to trail to the back of your head, he’d reach around and grasp your throat; lobbing spit into your mouth once again..
“Kiss me..”
Desperately begging in succession as he sloppily slathered you in pecks. The two of you clinging onto one another as if you couldn’t breathe without the other. Eventually, you’d feel that knot sweeping up in your belly and without warning, you’d explode all over him; releasing a rain of squirt onto the seat. “Oh shit!”
“That’s what I’m talm’ bout, make a fucking mess..” but eventually, he’d find himself right behind you, mirroring the same sentiments.
“…I’m bout to come, baby. Swear to God, imma bust a nut in this lil’ ass. Can I nut in it? You gon’ let me?..”
Begging like a man unhinged and desperate to breed you. And naturally, you’d have no other answer than to grant his wish.
“Yeah! Please—come in me, come in this ass!”
Reaching back to pull him in closer. Unable to maintain his composure, Ony made those last few thrusts count with rapid speed before pausing and emptying every drop of his seed into your body.
“Fuuuuck! Fuck…I love you!” Finding himself curled over onto your frame.
“I love you too, Ony. I love you so fucking much.”
Smiling as your faces met once more. As you both came down from those highs, he’d examine the aftermath around you both and begin to laugh.
“You know what? I’m never going out with you again. You ain’t nothing but trouble…”
“Yeah, I doubt that. You know I’m worth every bit of it.”
And of course, he was inclined to agree. Placing a kiss atop your forehead as confirmation.
“Damn straight…I ain’t never coming up off of you.”
This was certainly a trip to your favorite destination neither of you would ever forget!
天空の、神々しい ⛐ ᩙᮬ ⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀㆑ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍. ⟩ 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖞 intertwined with. ▷ 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮-𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 creed sister!blackfemreader . . . you’re too sweet for meanie cam! you too much like a flower! too gentle. the nicest peony on a spring morning. but oh you’re no victim! very sza’s anything. &. cam’s mac miller’s † the question; dude’s flew around the whole world, shook a million hands, took a million pictures, ignored a trillion groupies, but he’s a hostage to your pussy! …. poor ysa. you know- the wife. oops! fiancée*
kitti’s gotta warn ya 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟 // ꫂ᭪݁ teeniest mention of blood & bandages ¡ ⋆༝༚༝༚ strong-as fuck-۫language obvi ⚞^. .^⚟ .. cam’s so thirsty & ༘⋆ needy , which i adore yum! cam’s also an evil cheater , which i am not condoning! ৻ꪆ reader thinks she’s becoming more than a little trinket! shiiiit maybe! ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ weed & liq ˙ᵕ˙ consumption. 𐔌 unprotected smashing , ˗ˏˋ which i shouldn’t love as much as i do! & p.rolonged standing positions / have you ever tried this one¿ , c.unnilingus .. tongue demon!cade whewwww! what’s a stronger word for overly-pussydrunk??? short-lived service!dom cam , m.anhandling / he doesn’t freaking listen! g in ‘God’ is lowercased! ermmm refers to himself in the third person, “daddy”. weird, right?? .. only for a second though. brief cervix love! ++ your toes in his mouth! first kiss ¿¡!? creampie duh. & sex not truly being seen as the act of interlocking souls :: part 1z!
ᦵ .݂ ֯ 𓇮 𝖇𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 yesterday’s match, if anyone asked cameron the cannon cade what his newest kink was . . . he probably would’ve reached for his private twitter account. not his fiancée, or the beautiful fangirls that screamed for him match night, but the porn posts he had bookmarked on freaking twitter. . . . as of last night though, he would’ve told them to grab the woman his bestest-friend forbade:
who was all alone in mama cade’s living room; peeling down streamers and balloons and sweeping up confetti and wet-wiping the walls clean — who knew adults could be so messy?
either way last night’s match went, between him and his boy, the celebration was to be at mama cade’s place; a neat little cape cod, beige with navy-blue trim, that sat on the west-end. she’s upstairs in bed, having left the adults hours ago. she couldn’t hang like she used to, and that was okay.
cameron stands from the recliner he was sitting on with his fiancée and goes for the treat table. he grabs a paper plate, knife, and slices through the cake. yellow lemon with lemon filling, buttercream frosting, and coconut flakes. his favorite. cameron rips a fork from the plastic pack and pokes the tines through the baked good.
he uses his free hand to slide open mama’s back-door and you’re in the kitchen, shoving beer cans into the overflowing bin. “why not change it?” you pause at what you’re doing and stare over, frozen in a weird, bent over position. you almost touch your hand to your face, but don’t, given it was just buried in trash. “i . . . i was going to do that- obviously. my arms were full, ‘nd i . . . i can’t open a new bag with garbage in my hands. soooo . . .” yea.
cameron doesn’t say anything after that. he guessed that made sense. if his cock wasn’t aching for you, in this very moment, he might’ve had a smart remark. the quiet wasn’t like him, but you weren’t one to complain about cameron not picking at you.
“anyways, uh -“ cameron gives a small lift to the slice of cake in his hand. and he fights to let a smile show. the gesture doesn’t even register as sweetness to you. because cameron the cannon cade was incapable of that. “i hate lemon filling.” and he shakes his head in confusion. that couldn’t’ve been possible. “yeah, i do,” you answer.
what? no. “but . . ? all those birthday parties- what . . . what was all’a that?” you could explain that, yeaaa. you were young and infatuated with your brother’s bestest friend. he was the asshole that helped you realize that all those pop songs you sang along with on the radio, and the romance poetry you read in english class, and mama cade’s paperback erotica novels, they weren’t just a fantasy . . .
“i dun’know. i thought it could’ve been a sign of loyalty . . . or whatever,” you said. “it was silly ‘nd i was being weird, whatever.” now, you’re hiding behind your garbage-hands, because you’re certain cameron’s about to say something reckless. mean. but . . . he doesn’t. oh, he had to be drunk. must be. “why’re you still here?” peeking through two fingers, animatedly. “you want somethin’- what?”
maybe.
“a minute.” which would’ve been the greatest minute of your life if the happenings of last night wasn’t crushing heavy over your heart. you turn your head, looking through the glass of mama cade’s back door . . . and you see cameron’s fiancée chatting with your big brother and his lovely wife, bianca.
“no.” you go for the sink, twist, and run warm water over both hands. “i’ll take that cake, alright? but i’m not- i won’t be alone with you again. like that.” gosh, your younger self would so hate you right now. what were you doing?? saying no to cameron. as much as you wanted him, this wasn’t it. this wasn’t the way to go about him. he is engaged. and if he wasn’t . . . the writing was always on the wall. you are never to be with the cannon.
“thirty seconds?” he tried. and you decline, as painful as that was. cameron sets the plate of lemon cake down onto a nearby surface and he teeters over, removing the white hood from his head. “not even thirty seconds? what happened- hmm?” . . . “i thought we was coo’.”
turning the water off and yanking paper towels from its roll, you’re roughly drying your hands — thinking the worse of yourself. how could you let him talk you into that? being the other woman? it was disgusting. and just awful. “we have never been ‘coo’’. never.” in another life, if he wasn’t trying to win over your emotions, cameron would’ve spat: i was inside’a you. how’re we not coo’?
but, he says: “i wan’a change that tho’.” nearly eighteen years later. yeah. yeah fucking right. that! that’s all he wants. to fuck.
cameron angled himself over the marble, one forearm planted onto the surface as he dips into a side lean .. matching your height. close enough that he was nearly face-to-face with you. he’s close enough to kiss; you can smell the stench of liquor and skunky cannabis and sweetness of egregious lemon-filled cake on cameron’s breath. “‘t wasn’t good?”
oh boy was it good? it was absolutely fantastic. ten out of five stars. too good to be true. but seriously, he wasn’t for you. “cameron- it was . . . so awesome that it can’t happen again. ever.” mmm. and he’s watching your hands; gripping onto the sink’s ledge, pretty cartoon nails tapping away. you were an elementary school homeroom teacher and the young children loved your cool designs.
“c’mon, why nottt?” with a faux frown, that couldn’t even fool the dumbest dummy. an agitated whisper, “because you are married- that’s why.” not officially, he says. “you are goin’to get us both in trouble - if not with her, then donnie. please, quit it,” while staring out the window. cameron straightens up and takes place behind you, hands clasped on either side, trapping you over the sink. great.
“no one ‘s gettin’ in trouble,” cameron hums over your swooped hair, which smelled heavily of pomegranate shampoo and weed, “don can’t beat me ‘nd ysa . . . she’s ysa. all bark. don’t be’a ‘fraid to upset her.” says the man with a golden cross around his suck-able neck. how interesting. and totally blasphemous.
and as he’s pressing his lower-half in, cock strained in those boxers and massively tenting the crotch of his jeans, you’re using your back-half to push — you are afraid. of ysa and your big brother, of course. and mama cade, who really loved having ysa for a daughter in law. and bianca, who really enjoyed ysa’s company.
“pleaseeee- i wan’a fuccccc,” whining and rutting and grinding like a starved, hormonal monster! he so badly wants to put it back in. cameron grips onto your hips and bangs his hard-on aggressively — you shriek: “oh my- oh my gosh!” someone’s on their way to the back porch! possibly looking for the bathroom!
you snatch yourself from cameron’s pestering and swat him back back back, like a mosquito. when the glass slides open, you’re tugging your crinkled skirt down. coach’s son, jacobi andrews, came in . . . looking for the bathroom. cameron gestures a hand down the hall and the young man follows, slurring over his words a little bit.
just as you whirl toward the sliding door, desperate to escape, you collide squarely with ysa. a startled gasp leaves you when the red solo in her hand tips forward, sending a wave of ice water splashing down the front of your flimsy top. the chill hits instantly, soaking through the fabric and raising goosebumps across your skin.
“shit!” ysa’s eyes are in horror. before you can even react, she's already rushing for the kitchen counter, almost tripping over herself in the process. “i am so, so sorry, girl!” she blurts, frantically yanking a handful of towels from the roll. “swear you jus’came outta nowhere, girl!”
and as she’s dabbing away . . . she’s beginning to smirk. giggle. “how old’re you, sweetie?” was that . . . a tease? that sounded like a tease. you haven’t noticed, but your top is absolutely, 130% transparent right now. and you’re wearing a bra with cartoon ponies on it.
“ooh shit.” you turned and cameron’s standing there. his eyes dipped to your chest for the briefest second, and his mouth tilts with amusement. shit. unicorn bra. you cross your arms awkwardly over this sopping wet shirt. it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, hell, you remembered the summer he’d gone through your underwear drawer searching for his phone . . . yes, you did steal and hide it.
this would only be embarrassing if you opened your mouth and said ‘this is sooo embarrassing’. but you don’t. you rush through the farthest opening and take the long way upstairs (longer by three seconds).
with your soaked shirt discarded in a damp heap on the floor, you crouch in front of one dresser and begin rifling through its drawers. you’ve spent more summers here than you can count, leaving pieces of yourself each year.
this is where you kissed your first real boyfriend. where you coughed through your first cigarette with tears in your eyes while everyone else laughed. where you got destroyed on sugary wine coolers. and, somewhat-fortunately, where you slapped cameron across the cheek during a vicious argument over a bikini set you wanted to wear.
“you’ve blossomed- nothin’ll fit you.” cameron’s at the door, the sparkly gold and pink and teal lamp painting him those colors. then: “blossomed? what? what does that even mean, cameron?” blossomed. filled out. those teacup bras and cropped shirts were bound to pop right open if you try to squeeze in them. you’ve grown into your woman weight. and he wanted to feel all of it again. you- on top of him. begging for him. pleading and sobbing and cumming. “i’ll get somethin’ from mine, a’ight? don’t move -“
“no,” you called out. “so they can look at me like i’m . . . some trashy side-piece?” cameron laughs loud, but nothing was funny here. “side-piece? ‘caused i’m lending a shirt? for-real?”
“cameron.” you stare back at him, frustration and fear written all over your face. “we are not friends. and we have never been friends.” yeah. but for some reason, after freeing his load into your body, those years of agony and aggravation and treating you like the earth’s scum . . . no longer counted. whatever this was . . . it’s what mattered the most.
being a pain in your ass is all he’s even known. but he’s starting to want something else. his entire role was that — reassuring your big brother that he felt nothing for you. that he would never have his sights on you. but as of right now, what if that was false? a pretend play. (crazy what pussy’ll do to a man). what if adonis wasn’t in his ear, and more on the encouraging side?
hands shaking as you tear out a worn tee and pair of old, loose shorts, “you’re getting married in days,” because he needed you to remind him. “. . . and we’ve made a mistake.” a grave mistake.
he steps inward and closes the wooden door behind him. he reaches and twists the lock. his gaze never leaves you; he shrugs out of his dark-blue denim jacket. the article slips from his shoulders and he tosses it onto the vanity stool tucked by the mirror. “lay down, come on.”
more infidelity? how could that possibly be the answer to your sadness? “cameron, you should head back down. find your woman -“ the order dies as you slam the dresser drawer shut. you tug the shirt over your head . . . and immediately regret it. the fabric clings to your ribs, excruciating around your shoulders, clearly several years too small. ugh. you yank at the hem in annoyance. “fine. d’you have anything pink -?”
and there he is. shirtless. but bandaged; reddened, he’s in real need of a proper redressing. that is neither here nor there because he's in the middle of un-plucking the last buttons of his jeans as if this is the most normal thing in the world. your brain completely abandons whatever point you were trying to make. shiit.
“c’mon, baby . . .”
baby?
you’re in the world's most uncomfortable position; one arm trapped halfway through the sleeve and the other strangely bent behind your back while you wrestle with this shirt. “. . . uhhm?”
cameron makes his way over. and with pupils as big as the nightsky, you’re staring up at him like he’s everything. like he’s yours. all yours, all over again. and it makes your heart do a little pitter-patter. he wasn’t going to give up, and that was sooo attractive. he wanted your pussy bad and it wouldn’t take much else to get it.
“we can be friends,” he mumbles, freeing you from the tiny tee. “what? not good enough to be your friend?” he asks, undoing the front zip of that short skirt.
well, that . . . that wasn’t what you meant. not exactly. “i can be nice.” cameron draws his bottom lip out, another super fake frown, tugging the skirt from over those perfect hips. polka dot panties. “you don’t think i can be nice?” errrr. he didn’t have the best track record. “i can go slow- ‘nd i can be gentle, for my girl.”
my girl? his girl.
and then he was showing you — that he could go slow. and be gentle . . . he felt himself turn into a brand new man the second his tongue graciously rolled itself sweetly over the soft curls of your vagina; pooling the body of his tongue and trailing down his throat — “maay- maybe~ we- we shou’duhm- ummm~“ you’re huffing and puffing and it’s just no good.
even if you managed to get the request out, he would’ve shook his head and kept you up; legs dangling over his bulky shoulders, the heels of both feet knocking and innocently kicking red marks into his already bruised lats. from up here, all you can do is whine and feel fuzzy, like you’re being held beneath water. lashes fluttering, jaw tipped open and drool threatening to slip, this simply felt like a fever dream. and even if there were a faint possibility that you were dreaming . . . you never wanted to wake up.
never. not even to use the bathroom, afraid that if you return to bed, this dream would transform into something totally off — “ca-mmmm~” and your thighs are so jittery over his heated ears, there’s no telling when or if he’ll stop. how could he when your heart-shaped hole made way for his tongue so easily? so pliant. so soft and so sweet-smelling inside, overwhelming him completely. “ca-hah-am!” choking back spit, hacking with tears streaking your cheeks . . . while he has the audacity to keep at it!
shiiiit. that tongue of his, the one he never failed to show off in photos, hooked just right. wagging sloppy ovals and poking other wonky shapes about the hot and moist inner most bits of you. he’s making the lewdest of sounds; smacking and slurping and swallowing hard ‘cause you’re leaking so so so much and he wishes he could see how pretty you looked . . . uncurled edges beaded with sweat, starlight eyes crossing, brows scrunched hard, shiny lips parted and pouty every other millisecond:
“caami- i- i wan’a slow’down now.” as if that would be enough to break cameron’s mouth off of your lower half. with two hands, you hold both sides of his steaming head and attempt to push him off — he groans and cursed once. you’re sliding a bit and still trying to slip away. “pleaase~” his big hands are clasped harshly at your smooth back, literally pressing you into his face.
you’re groaning with every freaky, messy pass of his tongue. “i-hnnn-!” moans turn into gasps, which turn into squeals, which become poorly contained squeaks and yelps as your precious belly clenches and quivers and your junk-decorated nails rake along cameron’s scalp.
he ignores all of that, even your frantic hands grappling for purchase on any part of his slippery head. he ignores it all because it’s too much for him. too much for him to keep holding back despite wanting to take it slow, be a little more gentle with his meal and he gets nothing but a “i wanna slow down” . . . ungrateful, huh? seriously. how much slower could he possibly go?
if cameron was trying to be anything . . . it was thorough and thoughtful with every suckle. considerate, even. it wasn’t confirmed, but he had a strong feeling that no one’s been down here before. let alone have you in the air while they eat away at and satisfy your yummy flesh.
and before you can touch that mind-numbing climax, he’s bringing your body down . . . not to your feet, but to hover over his abdomen.
cameron the cannon cade, unattainable then, completely unavailable now, was lowering you onto his dick; stiff as a damn board — your pussy has positively bloomed with heightened arousal. grown more loose, more honeyed - syrupy, salty, sticky and felt more like home. his home. “shhhh- don’t start that shit. i’ll make’t fit again- y’know i will.” and for a second, he’s forgotten that it’s not you or your cunt he’s marrying.
he doesn’t move the first couple of seconds, relishing this movement of glory and the feel of you again; frothing and squirming from stillness . . . “wha- wha’r’you looking at?” cameron was looking at the angel cupid-babies that float around your crown. you couldn’t see ‘em, no, but they were there. four of them. four, cutie melanated babies that might’ve been yours. and his.
okay, woah! that was too far. but he couldn’t help it. you made his dick sore. and twitch. and as uncomfortable as it had been, he liked it. that knot feeling. and not just the one in his dick, but the weird one in his stomach when he found you cleaning mama’s kitchen. and the one in his chest. and the front of his skull.
pupils expanding and compressing wildly, unbeknownst to him. “. . . i can’t look at you?” cameron wondered, an exaggerated expression. so condescending and tricky. “mm- not when you’re full’a me? that’it?” his mouth crunches into something that was supposed to be a fake frown, but it’s a small ‘o’ — for o-shit! he’s gonna cum!
but he doesn’t. nope nope. because that was embarrassing as fuck; he hasn’t even moved yet. would you ever shut up about it? :: him getting off to sucking on and slobbering all over your pussy? “don’t act like you hate it.” cameron, one arm clutched about your waist, the other holding the back of your thigh, starts stroking.
he releases a weak, wobbly mumble and he’s making you take his dick. well, about two-quarters. cameron enjoys how surprised you are and how sweetly you completely melt into him. because in a position such as this one, where could you actually go? with your calves mashed into his biceps? which removed the friction your feet needed to push off the ground. and your hands with no point of reliable leverage? you had no choice but to take his angry dick.
“hmmg-go- do’it deeper . . .” you pleaded, staring into his light eyes like he’s genuinely the only thing on this earth. “‘nd not so fast- like- like you said you would.” cameron scoffed, a stuffy groan followed shortly after. “huh? you tellin’ me how to fuck?” maybe. but it was the very least he could do. listen. the greatest men were listeners. and selfless. and remained true to their word. hell of a combo.
“‘kay, baby-yeaa’ . . . i’ll go slow . . .“ and it’s awful. the most painful. the most dangerous. the most personal. he’s fighting a cute pout and tears and the masculine urge to feed your cervix with balmy nut. “what else? hmm? tell daddy how’you wan’a be fucked.” the title doesn’t even register. you don’t even feel a need to protest or oppose him.
“don’t’stop talking to me, please .. .” because his voice was just the absolute hottest and his words were the filthiest. an even better combo. ysa wasn’t for all the yapping in bed. she liked her silence, helped her focus.
cameron’s working your ass into his tremoring pelvis, over and over again in a slow, tolerable yet tender fashion, “could sleep jus’ like this -“ he swore, brown lashes slapping, face smushing at your hair. “- let that fat pussy keep me warm . . .” and he’d wake you up like that. with his cock! greedy, even after a night of being inside.
he likes to pull out sliich, guide you back down clicck, out again sllichh, then cliickh down. “my’girl. fuuc- you’re my girl.” despite your heartache when it came time to say goodbye senior year of highschool, you don’t hold it against cameron for getting engaged. not when his cock was this good. this was his apology to you.
lifting your head from his arm: “. . . kiss me. while y- while you do’t.” seemed easy enough, given the obvious situation. but it- that hasn’t happened yet. didn’t happen in the locker-room last night either. cameron could drag in and out at the speed of a snail, but he wasn’t sure how to kiss you. yeah, he’s thought about it a few times, but that wasn’t like this. a kiss was different. somehow. . . . it was affirming. don’t ask cameron to explain himself.
he’s hesitant to lean in, but he does, hips halted, cock snug at the very hilt . . . and the kiss is as mind-shattering as he expected it to be. he pulls away before any extra, sloppy action can take place — you’re staring hard at his used lips and wanting even harder for a second kiss . . . cameron, so attentive and willing to give, goes for another.
you’re not too upset by the sudden change in position, knowing deep down that cameron was gonna do what he wanted at the end of the night — on the bed, on your backside . . . unicorn bra unclasped, legs bent at the knees, twinkling polished toes in his mouth, hands grabbing and smacking his thighs, pussy creaming and trickling squirt and being forced to swallow the entirety of cameron cade’s dick. “mnnmm,” he moans around your big toe.
. . . it felt sweeter than you imagined, and how the erotica books described. and it barely even tickled. but that might’ve been due to the bullying between your legs, mind’s so worried about the foreign object tearing and draining your insides.
“hmmf!” panting and whining through saturated kisses and lip biting. this angle’s far more intimate and way nastier. face to face, bare chest to bare chest . . . heart to heart. “i- hnpph- i-” though it’s at the tip of your tongue — the word — cameron won’t let you get it out. flames dance in his eyes and pterodactyls chew out a pit in his stomach.
he’s gonna cum.
with a guttural growl, “. . . whaat’s m’name?” gritting his teeth, huffing into the junction between your shoulder and neck, holding back whimpers. he fists both sides of your head, the pillow damping under his palms. “hmh? wha’ is ‘t?” weighty hips slamming you into the creaky mattress, shlap!shlap!shlap!shlap! “say my name. or i’ll stop.” a toothless threat. a fat lie.
“mmygoddcam~” glrchglrchglrch! as the ceiling blurs and your nails tug at the dips in his beefy muscles, you take a bracing breath of pungent carnal air: “d-daddy, i lov- . . !”
and that’s all it takes to bust — shplup ♥︎. “nnahfucck!!” he’s so loud and so vocal when he cums, you’re scared someone’ll barge their way in! and he shows no sign of stopping even as your whole body jerks and shudders and trembles. you didn’t think he could get any rougher, but he manages to: big hands pinning your jiggly thighs into the striped comforter, gifting the rest of his sperm.
. . . you feel stuffed. and mild. and beautiful. and stunned to’ve experienced a sexual session better than the locker-room. you didn’t think it would be possible. he snapped his own bar.
cameron sighs and plops down onto the opposite end of your summer bed, struggling for air, hand clutching his abdomen. he’s crashing from the moon, you’re spinning free from the winding slide of pleasure.
and while your mind tries at some cheap, catty response, he’s stuck watching the fan whirl; trapped in a ‘what if?’ thought bubble. like . . .
Synopsis: Off season just started and Cameron is on the game rather than paying attention to his girlfriend. So you, the girlfriend, decides to play a TikTok prank on him and ragebait him with 2k terms.
Warnings: MDNI 𝜗ৎ MeanCameron 𝜗ৎ Bratty Reader 𝜗ৎ Spanking 𝜗ৎ Light pain kink 𝜗ৎ Baby pet name 𝜗ৎ Black reader 𝜗ৎ Crack 𝜗ৎ Barely proofread 𝜗ৎ Lowkey crack 𝜗ৎ Prob other stuff read with caution
W/C: 1.8k
Football season has finally ended with Cam and his team bringing home the trophy and the admiration of the fans. After months of playoffs, traveling state to state, interviews, and post-game interviews, he was finally done and could come back home. It wasn’t easy being with Cam. His career means that you only get true normalcy half of the year; the other half he’s away. But despite the parties, drinking, and other women you knew were around the team, you trusted Cam to be faithful. Now that the season was over, there was no need for late-night phone calls or constant location checking; you two would always be together.
You were lying on y’all’s shared bed, blankly staring at the ceiling with a bored expression. Instagram has been dry lately, so much to the point of you deciding to do nothing but stare at the wall, contemplating what you did to deserve this lack of attention.
“bro you pull from half court i swear… oohhh green fuck nigga!” You look over to see Cam yelling at a damn screen
“Yup yall niggas tell me when yall ready to play fr”
Like football, Cam also seemed equally gifted at 2k, playing the game for the last 3 hours with the boys, leaving you with nothing to do but watch. To study. And you've picked up a few terms here and there. Green basically means he got a perfect score or shot; it's definitely a good thing, but knowing that wasn’t enough. Earlier this week, you were scrolling through TikTok and saw the trend where girls were ragebaiting their boyfriends by using 2k lingo they shouldn’t know. Cams always been the jealous type, especially at the beginning of the relationship, but time has mellowed him out, so you took the liberty of writing a few down for moments like this.
“How many cap breakers you got”
He pauses and looks back with a dumbfounded expression and it takes everything in you not to laugh.
“ A cap breaker?” He says it slowly, like he doesn’t like how the phrase tastes in his mouth “ You know what a cap breaker is?”
Step 1: Gaslight
you scoff and curl your lip to mock him.
“yOu KnOw WhAt A cAp BrEaKeR iS? You sound ridiculous Cam, you don’t have to play 2K to know what that is, everyone knows what a cap breaker is.”
”Okay so if everyone knows what cap breaker is tell me wha-”
A frantic voice on the headset cuts in before he can finish his question “Bruh head the game!”
Cam quickly turns back, mumbles a quick ‘my fault’, and goes back to focusing on the game.
STEP 2: Confusion
you wait a few minutes before your next attack.
“What badges are you going to max tier?”
He swiftly glances back to you before going back to the screen
“Bro, where are you learning these terms?”
“you’ve been playing this game for years, you think I’m not gonna pick up some things? Think I’m dumb?” you give a fake frown, furrowing your brows and doing your best impression of a kicked puppy.
“No baby I just-“
“Whatever Cam, just wanted to show an interest in your hobbies, my fault” you say with a sign before rolling off the bed, onto your feet and walk towards the door.
“[♡], wait I didn’t mean it like that.”
You swiftly turn back on heel and give him a forgiving look before walking over and giving him a chaste kiss on his shaven head.
“I know babe, I’m just heading to the kitchen, you want anything?”
“Um… no?”
Poor thing. You kinda felt bad for him but you were too deep now. So you nod and head to the kitchen and pick up a few snacks before coming back.
Step 3: Ragebait
“Get the fucking ball ma- dude he’s open…guard him!”
He was now hunched over the screen, leaning forward and gripping the controller so hard you think it might break if even a little more pressure is applied. At this point, you start to truly consider what you are doing. He's worked so hard all season, from conditioning to constantly being under public scrutiny, the last thing he needed was his girlfriend to add to that. But at the same time, it seems the game was already doing that, so you might as well.
“Cam, maybe we should take a break and- ”
“Chill, it's fine. If only these niggas could keep the ball, we wouldn’t be here, would we? ” he says the last part extra loud, clearly meant for his homeboys over the headset as you listen to them argue back. However, his response was the last nail in the coffin, playing the game? Whatever. Ignoring you? Whatever. Cutting you off? Hell nah.
"You know what? Fuck you nigga. You steady mad at everyone, but if you just hit a quick stop, then a two-step before you reach the basket, then you guaranteed a basket"
Silence. He didn’t move or say anything. The only thing that could be heard was his teammates muffled voices on the headset. Uneasiness crept into your stomach. He's never been the type to be silent; if he was around, then there was always a commotion that followed him, but now only silence.
You gnaw on your lip before speaking, your voice comes out meeker than you wanted it to “Cam?”
He removes his headset and slowly turns to look at you. It's heavy, the weight of his stare feels damn near oppressive. You’ve had plenty of experience of getting on Cam's nerves but this was something different.
“Baby you know i was just joking right? I've never even played 2k. I was just throwing out words and stuff..”
“Nah cause where the fuck you know dem words from huh? Who taught them to you? What nigga was here giving you a play by play on what to do?”
“No one! Swear it was a trend for TikToc”
“Bet. Where the camera? ”
“I-I didn’t set one up”
“Oh ‘a trend for TikToc’ but no TikToc being made? You keep playin with me [♡] see what happens. ”
After that, he grabbed the controller and slipped his headset back on before turning back to the game. The energy in the room was completely different, there was no more yelling at his teammates when they didn’t pass the ball, no more cursing under his breath. He wasn’t even gripping the controller tightly, just tapping it lightly as if he was waiting for something. The only thing that showed that he was still invested in the game was the fact that he was still looking at the screen, but barely that; his eyes were clouded over with eerie indifference as he stared. His body was as rigid as ice as he sat there mumbling out empty words into his headset.
Now feeling the shift in the room, you do your best to stay quiet, hoping that if you did, he would just forget about what you said and just go back to his usual doglike demeanor. But you knew he wouldn’t; each time he scored a goal, he didn’t cheer like usual he just sat there waiting for the game to end. Towards the end of the game you quietly ease yourself off the bed and slowly shuffle towards the door, only to be stopped halfway with Cams hand on the back of your neck.
“Oh you got business to attend?” he sneers.
“Uh no i just-”
“No you do get your ass on the damn bed. Talkin all that smart shit thinkin you can just walk on up outta here.”
Finally the moment you’ve been dreading, the screen displayed the winning team releasing stats on each player, to your surprise Cam’s team won, him being the MVP of course.
Step 4: Punishment
SMACK
“Agh! hiccup eigh-eighteen “
His hand comes soft to soothe the raw stinging of your ass, tracing little circles with his thumb right before lifting up and slamming down again.
“Oh Fuck! nineteen! Cam please- damn it”
You shift around on his knees trying to find a comfortable way to calm the aching of your ass. Your hands are bound behind your back by a belt being held taunt by Cameron.
“I'm sorry baby I-i meant it as a joke. Okay? you know i’d never cheat on you.”
“ Nah that’s ain’t the point”
SMACK
“ Twenty!”
“ Oh come on Cam you the only one that is allowed to make a joke?! It’s not fai-“
he lays down a heavy hand to your ass firmly cutting you off.
“Keep going [♡], you clearly begging for it and we got all night.”
Usually he gives you a number. Something you could look forward to, to know that you are getting closer and closer to release. But with no end in sight you had to cave.
You do your best to turn your head to look at him. 16mm wispy lashes sparkled with tears as you pout and throw out a lame apology.
“Okay Okay I’m sorry baby so sorry. You were ignoring me after being away from home for so long.”
You hear him suck his teeth before replying “Oh so it’s okay then”
Like instinct, you immediately forgetting your position and launch a snarky response to counter his.
“ Well Cam, how are you gon come after months of being away just to hop on the game with the people you practically saw everyday! It just feels like you couldn’t care less if I was in the room or not.”
You wanted it to sound strong but as it came out your shoulders start to heave and shake as tears gush out of your eyes like a geyser. He slowly lifts you upright so that you are straddling him, hands still tied behind your back while his arms wrap around your waist. You dig your face into the crevice of his neck to muffle your crys. 5 minutes? 10? 20?? You’re not sure how long you and Cameron sat there all you knew is that it felt right.
“[♡], I understand how you feel but that's not how we do things, right? I mean imagine I came to you talking about how my sims aren’t listening to me, or something like that. Idk you get my point though?”
You give a light chuckle at the analogy before lifting your head to meet his eyes. You didn’t really play sims as much as you used to at the beginning of y'all's relationship but still found the comparison sweet.
“I know babe i was just bored.”
He gives you a chase kiss on the forehead before slowly untying the belt. “Yeah, well find something safe next time”
About me: I'm pansexual 🩷💛🩵. I'm college college student born and raised in Georgia . I am an African American, Rising Scorpio with a Leo sun, ISTP, and a heavy gyal 🍑. Fav color is Orange.
Loves: I am a huge music fan, there's no genre I hate. Movies and fiction are my escapism tools lol. I love Piercings, and Folklore. Big fan of horror and romance give me reqs! <3 Concerts, books, any creative activity.
Hates: Slow drivers in the left-most lane, driving long distances, time limits/deadline(stresses me out), judgmental people, Closed-mindedness, and greening out(happens too often 🥲)
