He's been desperate for hours at this point. You've got him tied up to the headboard, wrists flexing in the silky ribbon or shiny chains you've got him in. His head is thrown back, pale skin covered in a sheen layer of sweat, green eyes wide and teary. His messy hair from tdw? Yeah imagine that, because he can't help but thrash his head side to side as you pump his cock at a torturously slow pace. Broken little bits of asgardian fall from his lips, jaw tight as you coo at him, commenting on how precious he looks under you, all desperate and pathetic. You'd think he's entirely above begging, but when you have him practically squirming underneath you like this you'll hear the prettiest pleas in that low, broken velvet voice.
"My love, this is cruelty."
"I've behaved, please, darling, be merciful."
By the time you sink down onto his stiff, pink cock, it's already dripping with precum. Your walls clench around the shaft and his entire body twitches at the sensation. You rake your fingers over his scalp, prompting a deep groan as you gather a fistful of hair, coaxing him into looking at you. His eyes are pathetic when they meet yours, glassy with overstimulation.
When you finally allow him to come it's with deep moans, back arching and head tossed back. Those tears have finally escaped down his temples, and you kiss them away gently, murmuring praises of how well he did, thanking him for being vulnerable with you.
He falls asleep in your arms that night. No untouchable front of mischief, no cold, relentless image. Just Loki; for once soft, at peace, and entirely yours.
yayayayay for spring break!! I had an idea!! what about reader who tells (beefy) bucky she can't come during sex with a partner but she still enjoys it and he's all understanding & sweet but then they're having sex and he puts her in a mating press and she comes for the first time ever with someone and he loses it and is all cocky and saying "you just needed it deeper" and then every time after that, she's whiny and desperate to come and he's teasing her saying "you need me to put you in position?" and she begs for it, only coming when he puts her in a mating press
- @buckybsdoll 🫶🏼
mating press mention; hello blue!
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You’d told him on the couch, legs tangled under a blanket, his metal fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bucky had listened with that soft, patient look he saved just for you—brow furrowed, blue eyes steady.
“I just… I don’t finish with partners,” you’d said, cheeks burning. “I get close, I enjoy it, but it never happens. I still want you. I still want this. I just don’t want you to feel like it’s your job to fix me or whatever.”
He’d cupped your face, thumb brushing your lower lip. “Doll, nothing about you needs fixing. If you wanna feel good with me, we’ll feel good. If you don’t come, we’ll still have fun. I’m not keeping score.” Then he kissed you slow and sweet until you were breathless, and that was that.
Two hours later you’re in his bed, sheets already twisted, his mouth between your legs like he’s got all night. He’s so careful—broad shoulders keeping your thighs open, tongue slow and filthy, two thick fingers curling just right. You’re moaning, hips rolling, pleasure coiling tight and warm in your belly, but you know how this ends. You always know.
“Bucky,” you gasp, fingers in his hair, “you don’t have to—”
He lifts his head, lips shiny, eyes dark. “I want to. Let me take care of you, baby.”
You nod, because how are you supposed to say no to that? He crawls up your body, all that beefy muscle and warm skin, cock heavy against your thigh. When he pushes in—slow, thick, stretching you open—you moan loud enough to echo. He feels incredible. He always does. You rock with him, hands on his back, nails digging in as he fucks you deep and steady, murmuring praise against your throat.
“That’s it, sweetheart. So fucking tight for me. You feel so good.”
You’re lost in it, in the drag of him, the way his dog tags brush your chest, the low rumble of his voice. But the edge stays just out of reach, same as always.
Then Bucky shifts. He hooks his hands behind your knees and folds you clean in half.
Your eyes fly open.
The press is sudden—your thighs pressed to your chest, ankles by your ears, his massive frame pinning you down so completely you can’t even squirm. He sinks in deeper than you thought possible, cock dragging right against that spot that makes your brain short-circuit. The angle is filthy, overwhelming. Every thrust grinds against your clit and punches straight into the place that’s never been touched like this.
“Oh my god—Bucky—”
He feels it the second you clench. His hips stutter. “Fuck, doll, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”
You come like a freight train.
It hits you so hard your vision whites out. Your whole body locks up, thighs shaking against his shoulders, a broken cry ripping out of you as you pulse around him, wet and hot and endless. You’ve never come with anyone before. Never. Not once.
Bucky loses it.
His eyes blow wide, pupils swallowing the blue, mouth dropping open in pure stunned lust. “Holy shit—did you just—?” He drives in again, harder, chasing the way your cunt flutters and gushes around him. “You came. You came on my cock, baby. Fuck, look at you.”
He’s grinning now, cocky and wild, sweat dripping down his temple as he fucks you through it, hips snapping sharp and deep. “You just needed it deeper, huh? That’s all it took? My pretty girl been waiting for me to fold her in half and ruin her little pussy?”
You can’t even answer—just whimper and nod, tears slipping down your temples because it feels too good, too much. He groans, low and wrecked, and comes right after you, buried to the hilt, growling your name like a prayer.
After that, everything changes.
The next night he’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, fucking you slow and lazy while you try to finish the dishes you started. You’re close—whining, pushing back on him—but it’s not enough. You know what you need now. You hate how badly you need it.
“Bucky… please…”
He chuckles, dark and knowing, and slows down even more. “What’s wrong, doll? You sound so desperate. Use your words.”
You shove your face into your arms, mortified and aching. “The position. Please. I need—”
He pulls out, spins you around, and scoops you up like you weigh nothing. In two strides he’s got you on the couch, legs shoved up and back until your knees are by your shoulders. The second he sinks back inside you come again—hard, fast, sobbing his name while he laughs softly against your mouth.
“Greedy little thing,” he murmurs, still moving, still hard. “One taste and now you can’t get off unless I bend you in half like a pretzel, huh?”
It becomes your thing.
Every time after that you turn into a whiny, desperate mess the second he teases you with shallow thrusts. You’ll be riding him, hands braced on his chest, bouncing so pretty, and he’ll just smirk up at you.
“You close, baby?”
You nod frantically, hips grinding faster. “Mhm—Bucky—please—”
He grabs your waist, stilling you. “Nah. Not like this.” His voice drops, filthy and sweet all at once. “You need me to put you in position? Need me to fold those pretty legs up and fuck you so deep you see stars?”
You whine, high and pathetic, cheeks burning. “Yes—yes, please, Bucky, I need it—”
He flips you so fast your head spins. Knees to chest, his massive body looming over you, cock sliding back in with one brutal thrust. You come instantly, screaming, nails raking down his back while he fucks you through it with that smug, adoring grin.
“Every damn time,” he growls, hips snapping. “Only come when I’ve got you pinned and open like this. My perfect girl. Say it.”
“I—fuck—I only come when you put me in the mating press—oh god—”
He kisses you messy and deep, still thrusting, still teasing. “That’s right. And you’re gonna keep begging me for it, aren’t you?”
You nod frantically, already feeling the next one building.
Because now you know the truth: you can come. You just need Bucky Barnes to press you down, fold you up, and give it to you deeper than anyone ever has.
♰ SUMMARY: reader has made a WONDERFUL discovery of T'Challa being able to purr.
♰ WORD COUNT: 451
♰ WARNINGS: none just fluff
♰ A/N: tried to proofread the best I can but its 1 am pls forgive me for terrible writing and stuff okay bye
A soft thud and a heavy weight catches your attention, causing your gaze to lift from your phone, and instead turn to the figure which drops all of his weight from himself, on to you.
”T’Challa…” You call out, but rather than being stern, you're happy. It had been too long since you've caught a glance at the King, too busy protecting Wakanda, too busy protecting you. Your hands come up to rake over his back, body still covered with his vibranium suit, although T’Challa won't lie to himself, your fingers scratching over the suit, the vibranium tingle against his skin, it's perfect. (or purrfect HA HA)
You slowly set your phone down, allowing T'Challa to drape over your form further, his arms and legs falling down your sides, and his head buried between your chest, which he calls his pillows.
As the silence between the two of you begins to grow louder, an unusual sound and feel catches you. You had set your phone off, no sounds emanating from it nor any notifications, and yet even with reassurance, that low vibrating sound filled your ears.
It wasn't before opening your eyes, had you realized that the sound was coming straight from T'Challa himself. You blink once, then twice, and you feel a surge of pride within you. Never of your 5 years together, had you heard T'Challa purr.
One of your hands slowly come up to tangle in his hair, and the purrs began to escape his throat the same way water would fall from a ledge to create a waterfall. You gently bring T'Challa up, so that his head was rather buried into the warmth of your neck, his purring growing even more extreme at the closeness.
You almost felt like hugging his body too tightly to the point air could no longer travel to his lungs, the cuteness-aggression that's overflowing through your veins setting an almost scary nerve off. You want to punch him, squeeze him, throw him around the room, but lovingly, of course!
Your hands wrap back around his back, fingers curling into his hair once more. The soft shuffle of his body wakes you back to reality, and he looks up at you with those loving eyes he gave you when you locked eyes with him for the first ever time.
“G’morning.. or afternoon preferably.” You hum, keeping your arms around his form before you smile down at him. “I didn't know you could actually purr, you should've told me sooner, then we could've had more sessions like what we're doing right now.”
You could tell he was embarrassed, but not out of shame, rather out of shyness instead. “I guess that truly makes you a panther after all, huh?”
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➤ after erik killmonger seizes the wakandan throne, a royal strategist loyal to t’challa is forced to remain in his inner circle.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ➤ my sister wanted this, and this is my first Killmonger fic? LIKE HELLO??? definitely making more because why didn’t i think of this BEFORE? enjoy!
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ➤ 6.3k
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➤ dirty talk, hate sex, emotional and psychological manipulation, impact play, mild breath play, throne sex, black!thick!reader (but anyone can imagine themselves), use of african language (xhosa/zulu inspired), mentions of political violence. 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!
the halls of the golden city no longer sounded like home. they echoed now. not with the ancient rhythms passed down by your foremothers. not with the low, ancestral chants that once settled over the palace like fog at dawn. no — they echoed with the weight of new boots on sacred stone. boots that did not belong to a king.
they belonged to a conqueror.
erik stevens — no, he called himself n’jadaka now — had taken the throne barely two weeks ago. the blood from the ritual combat had not yet fully dried in the sacred pool, and yet the council already bowed their heads to him, lips tight with fear. there had been no second trial. no challenge. the mountain tribe stood down. t’challa’s body had vanished with the river.
you’d known t’challa since you were children. you used to spar with him beneath the shade of the elder tree, both of you too proud to admit when you’d bruised. he trusted you to hold the long-view strategy for wakanda in your hands — one of the few civilians allowed in the high council chambers. strategist. advisor. loyalist. and now… traitor, by some mouths. prisoner, by others.
but erik hadn’t thrown you to the dungeons.
instead, he kept you close.
“a mind like yours shouldn’t rot in a cell,” he’d said, the day after the coronation. he’d spoken it low in your ear, like a secret only you were worthy of. “nah… i want you right where i can see you.”
and now here you were — standing in the war room, your thick frame wrapped in deep blue and gold robes, tension stiff across your shoulders. the rich fabric clung to the slope of your hips, accentuating the body that no uniform could hide. you could feel his gaze on you before you even turned around.
“what you think, strategist?” erik’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. deep, deliberate, heavy with that oakland-born bite. “we hit london first? or new york?”
you didn’t look at him right away. instead, you traced the holographic map glowing across the table with your fingers, watching the borders pulse with potential violence. cities were marked in red. colonizer capitals. your jaw tensed.
“wakanda does not conquer,” you said, carefully. not too soft. not too sharp. “that is not our way.”
“yeah,” he muttered, stepping closer. “and where that get y’all? watchin’ while your brothers and sisters got they necks stepped on. wakanda been hiding.”
he circled behind you like a panther. not quite touching. but close enough that your skin prickled where his heat brushed you. you refused to flinch. he wanted to see you rattle. it was the game, now. every day — the game.
“this ain’t about revenge,” he said, lowering his voice. “this about balance. and power.”
“power built on blood doesn’t last,” you replied, turning finally to face him. your eyes locked. his were molten — dark and unreadable, but sparking with something cruel and magnetic. “and what you’re building… it’s made of bones.”
he didn’t blink. just smiled slow, head tilting.
“so?” he asked, tongue dragging across the edge of his teeth. “that bother you?”
he was too close now. tall, broad, shirt open at the chest. gold fangs flashing beneath full lips. skin dusted in the faintest sheen of sweat and sun, each raised kill mark down his chest a monument to pain — and victory. you hated how magnetic he was. how his presence filled the air so fully it pushed everything else out. his scent was warm metal and cedar. his voice was gravity.
“you loyal to t’challa,” he said, voice dipped low again. “i know that. but you still here. still breathin’. still dressin’ like you got somewhere to be.”
his eyes dragged down your figure — from the tight fold of your waist wrap, across the swell of your hips, to where your thighs brushed under soft fabric. you shifted. not out of discomfort — but because you could feel how intently he watched you.
“you tryna prove somethin’?” he murmured. “or you just don’t know where else you fit now?”
you straightened, spine like steel.
“i serve wakanda,” you said. “not the man who sits on the throne.”
his laugh was soft, almost amused. but there was no kindness in it.
“sound like you tryna convince yourself.”
each day after that followed a pattern. you studied maps, advised on diplomatic approaches you didn’t believe in, and fed him half-truths through clenched teeth. still, he kept you near. always asking for your perspective, always testing your loyalty. his soldiers looked at you with suspicion, but they didn’t touch you. not without his permission.
he was possessive like that. even when he didn’t say it out loud.
and slowly — sickeningly — you started to understand him.
not agree. never that. but understand.
how anger had carved itself into him, root-deep. how power was the only language he’d ever been taught. he wielded it like a weapon, sharp and beautiful. and when he wasn’t using it to dominate a room, he used it on you — with whispers, glances, and challenges he knew you’d rise to.
he never tried to force you. he didn’t need to. erik killmonger was more dangerous than that — because he made you want to play his game.
he’d lean close during briefings, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmured critiques. he’d stand at the top of the royal steps while you debated councilmen, watching your every word like a test. and when you succeeded — when your voice swayed the elders just enough — he’d nod, slow and proud, like he was claiming you for it.
“look at you,” he’d say, later, while passing you alone in the garden corridors. “still tryna save people who would’ve let you die with the old king.”
you hated how deep those words burrowed. hated how you still walked the halls after dark, pulse racing at the sound of his voice in the distance.
one night, weeks in, you found yourself summoned.
not by a guard. not by a formal scroll.
just a voice in the corridor. soft. direct. one word.
“come.”
when you stepped into the throne room, it was empty but for him. torchlight flickered along the walls, casting long shadows across the black stone floor. the panther statue loomed silent behind the throne.
erik sat on it like he was born there. legs spread. arms relaxed. gaze dark and direct.
you didn’t bow.
you didn’t speak.
he studied you in silence for a long moment, then motioned you forward with two fingers.
“you believe i don’t deserve this,” he said, voice level. “say it.”
your throat tightened. but you forced yourself steady.
“i believe your rule is built on a lie,” you said. “wakanda’s legacy is not yours to twist.”
he didn’t move. didn’t blink. but his voice dropped, slow and rough.
“and yet here you stand.”
your lips parted — to argue, maybe. or to defend yourself. but no words came.
“i ain’t stupid,” he said, rising from the throne. “i know what this is.”
he stepped toward you again, each stride deliberate.
“you hate me,” he said, stopping just inches away. “but you watch me. every time. you listen. you fight back.”
his hand didn’t touch you. but it hovered just near your jaw. his heat was a weight. your breath quickened.
“ain’t no loyalty in that,” he said, eyes burning into yours. “that’s desire.”
you said nothing.
but you didn’t step back.
he smiled. slow. teeth sharp.
“loyal little queen’s dog,” he said, voice dripping heat. “you ever wonder how it’d feel to break?”
your pulse thudded between your thighs.
but your voice stayed even.
“never,” you whispered.
his eyes dropped — from your lips, to your chest, to the curve of your hips.
“we’ll see.”
his fingers ghosted along your jawline, calloused and hot, but still not touching. erik didn’t rush. no — he never did. dominance for him was earned in slow, suffocating inches. he wanted to watch you squirm under your own restraint. test the shape of your resistance until it shattered on him.
“ain’t gotta say yes,” he murmured, voice low and thick like honey-drenched smoke. “but you ain’t leavin’ either. so what that tell me, hm?”
his thumb dragged — barely — across the curve of your lower lip. your breath hitched. he felt it.
you hated him.
but you wanted him more.
you turned your head just enough to break the spell, stepping back one pace. but that inch was his permission — and he followed, advancing like he owned the ground beneath your feet. your back met the edge of the throne before you realized he’d corralled you there. trapped between carved stone and muscle-thick heat, your body buzzed like war drums. your thighs clenched without command.
“mm,” he laughed, low in his chest. “there she go. wakanda’s finest. thick as the land itself, still actin’ like she ain’t dyin’ to break for me.”
you didn’t respond.
not with words.
you reached for him instead — finally, with fingers curling into the front of his open vest. not a surrender. not exactly. just… the beginning of something too old for language.
his mouth met yours like fire. brutal, claiming. teeth clashing, lips hot. it wasn’t gentle. it wasn’t sweet. it was a fight dressed in heat, breath on breath, until you moaned into his mouth and he groaned against your teeth. the taste of him was sweat, blood, and something darker — control.
his hand came down on your ass with a sharp, open slap.
you gasped, clinging harder.
“yeah,” he growled, sliding one thick thigh between yours, forcing them open. “you like that, huh? all that royal pride, but this fat lil pussy tryna talk to me different.”
you rocked against his leg before you even realized it — heat pooling deep between your thighs, clit desperate for friction. the throne room was silent but for your breath and the echo of his voice wrapping around your moans.
“what would t’challa say, huh?” he teased, hand curling around your hip as he pulled you harder against his leg. “his loyal strategist grindin’ on a nigga she swore to kill.”
you bit your lip, tried to turn your face — but he caught your chin in one hand and held you there.
“nah,” he said, low. “you look at me.”
his eyes pinned you in place, molten and unmoving. you couldn’t look away if you tried. not now. not when his fingers slipped beneath your wrap and found your bare skin, dragging slow up the inside of your thigh.
“this what you been hidin’ under all them robes?” he whispered, voice almost reverent. “this fat-ass pussy been waitin’ on me, huh?”
you whined — not in surrender, but need.
he chuckled deep.
“bend over.”
you hesitated.
his gaze sharpened. darkened.
“ngenze njalo.”
the words hit your core like a flame. do as i say.
you obeyed.
hands braced against the throne, you bent for him — thick ass high, legs wide. you heard the hitch in his breath as he stepped back to take in the sight.
then—
smack.
his palm cracked across your cheek again. not too hard. but enough.
“keep that arch,” he muttered, dragging his fingers through your folds from behind. “mm… this shit wet as fuck. and i ain’t even fucked you yet.”
you moaned, low and shivering.
he knelt behind you, breathing hot over your inner thigh. his mouth pressed to your pussy — not kissing, tasting. tongue flat and deliberate, slapping your clit before sucking it with slow precision.
“fuck—!” you gasped, knuckles white on stone.
he didn’t rush. took his time. tongue moving like he owned the rhythm of your body. your thighs trembled, fat and soft against his jaw. he moaned into you like the taste alone was divine.
“you ridin’ me tonight,” he said, rising behind you again, voice thick with hunger. “on my throne. i want them pretty titties bouncin’ while i watch you fall apart.”
you turned as he shed the rest of his vest — then his pants.
his dick hung heavy, thick, the kind of size that made you pause. covered in veins, head dark and already leaking. he stroked it slow while he stared you down.
“come on, queen,” he murmured. “show me what loyalty look like now.”
you climbed onto the throne — his throne — hands braced on his chest, thick thighs spreading over him as you straddled his lap. his hands found your hips, pulling you down so the head of his cock teased your entrance. you both breathed ragged.
then — you sank down.
inch by inch.
his mouth dropped open, teeth grit.
“god damn,” he hissed. “this pussy heavy as fuck.”
you rode him slow at first — adjusting to his size, your walls clenching tight. his eyes never left your face. not once. his hands guided you, rhythm building with every bounce of your thick ass. you bounced harder. louder.
smack.
his palm slapped your ass again. then again. red prints bloomed.
“take that dick,” he growled. “look at you — thick lil loyalist, takin’ a real king’s cock.”
you whimpered, rolling your hips faster, sweat sliding down your throat. your tits bounced, full and heavy, catching his eyes with every thrust.
“say who this pussy belong to,” he demanded.
you moaned, too far gone to think, riding him like salvation. like war. like you hated him — and loved the way he destroyed you.
he grabbed your throat.
“say it.”
you whispered it.
“…you.”
his eyes lit with fire.
he flipped you in one swift motion — your back now against the cold stone of the throne, legs spread as he pounded into you, harder, deeper, cock hitting every spot like he knew you already.
you were nothing now. just gasps. heat. slick. sweat.
he grunted, one hand pressing on your lower belly as he fucked you deeper.
“you feel that?” he rasped. “i’m in there. ain’t no goin’ back now, mama.”
you clawed at him, body coiling tight.
your climax ripped through you like thunder — back arching, mouth open in a silent cry.
he followed seconds later, spilling deep inside you with a growl, hands fisting in your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to earth.
you laid there afterward — still on the throne, legs sprawled, his breath heavy on your neck.
summary: after two years, you were finally ready to meet your anonymous sugar daddy.
pairings: teddy spencer x black!fem reader
now playing: diamond girl by ryan leslie
warnings: mdni 18+, down bad!teddy, sugar daddy!teddy, shy!sugar baby!reader, kissing, grinding, groping, pet names, no use of y/n.
authors note: havent watched ikwydls, so dont berate me on how inaccurate teddy is. this is my interpretation lol. inspired by a blurb i cant seem to find right now lol. possible mini-series? i’m digging it.
also re wrote this fifty-leven times, my bad y’all.
from the first conversation with your sugar daddy, you knew he wasn’t like most men you had met. granted, he had texted you off a sugar daddy website, but it made the most sense.
you had just went on the sight for shits and giggles, not thinking you would get an actual person responding back to you.
which you didnt, until two weeks later when he had messaged you.
ts0285: hi there. i know this isnt what you’re used to, but would i be able to pay you for just simple conversation over the phone? no meeting and complete anonymity unless you’re wanting to.
you would respond back, not thinking this was real to begin with. as you got to know the man, the conversations were always nice and meaningful. it started from getting to know your hobbies and interests to what you were looking for.
at the time, all you wanted was to converse and get money from the man. nothing romantic, straight platonic. and he completely understood, not wanting to rush or do anything you didnt want to do.
for the next two years, you would give him conversation almost more than 2 times a day, and he in return would pay for your whole life. the only bill you paid were subscriptions, and car insurance, him paying for everything else including your car. when he had surprised you with it on your birthday last year you had squealed and profusely thanked him, saying that at some point you’d repay him. he said he would hold you onto that, needing you for something soon.
and today he let you know what that thing was.
“i have this obligation at a theater, and well it would be much better to have someone on my arm. i know you werent into wanting to see each other but i at least wanted to-“ he would start to say, him carefully placing his phone on his nightstand as he walked to somewhere.
“i think i’m ready now. its been two years. plus im really curious to see what you look like in all honesty.” you would say as you connected your phone to your speaker, moving to look in your walk in closet that the man had made sure was in the condo he paid for you.
“great, i’ve been wanting to know what you look like too. i can see bits and pieces when you send me things ive ordered for you, but this would be fully up close and personal.” he would chuckle, making his way back to his phone. “i know you’re in that closet, you should already im buying something new for you.”
“but why? i have perfectly good clothes in here. i dont feel like you should have to buy new clothes each and every time.” you would say, whining as you walked out of your closet.
“trust me honey, it’ll be worth it. the show is tomorrow in downtown new york. i know you dont drive that far, so i’ll have someone pick you up, halfway will pick me up, and we’ll have enough time in the car to get you up to speed of everything before we go in okay?” you would softly agree, looking at the mountain of jewelry on your dresser.
you would hope that the beautiful dress matched with any of your gold jewelry. he thought gold matched your beautiful dark skin to a t. and you definitely agreed, though he gave you real gold. it was nothing like the shein jewelry you wore before him.
“before i meet you, can you finally tell me your name?” you would ask, getting up to go take a shower.
“of course. my names teddy, which is the obvious shortened version of a name i refuse to tell you because you’ll make fun of me.” you would laugh, completely agreeing.
you would make fun of the man with every chance you get, trying to break down the posh man you’ve spoken to almost every day for two years. and to your knowledge it was working. it was like two friends talking.
“ugh i won’t, though usually i absolutely would. im going to go take my shower, and i’ll either talk to you later or tomorrow okay?” teddy would agree, the sound on the phone call sounding like he was shuffling to get under his covers.
“of course sweetheart. that dress should be delivered by the time you get out. there will also be another surprise in it. talk to you later.” you would be confused, furrowing your eyebrows as you thought about the surprise, still get into the shower.
you would take a relaxing and meditating shower, hearing a doorbell halfway through. you would ignore it, knowing it might be the dress, and that they’d leave it at the door.
once you had gotten out the shower, moisturized, and dressed yourself, you would walk to the front door. after opening it and seeing a big gift box on the floor, you would pick it up and bring it to your bedroom.
you would quickly open the box, the most beautiful dress in front of you. it was gold, sparkly, and only a dress you could see in your dreams. and with putting it on, it was a perfect fit. you would have to ask your friend to help you out before you left tomorrow, but it was exquisite. exactly something teddy would pick out.
you would see a note in the box, quickly looking at it.
i hope this second level doesnt make you uncomfortable or pushes any boundaries. please wear this only if you’re comfortable.
i appreciate you. - teddy❤️
you would once again furrow your eyebrows as you opened the other level, gasping at what was in there. lingerie? what in the world is he thinking is going to happen after the show?
well, if he was cute, theres no telling what you would actually do. if you had the full package, you would be opening your legs faster than the intermission time.
you would carefully get out of the dress, hanging it up before moving the lingerie in a chair next to the dress. you were excited, but scared.
you didnt know if this man was a serial killer, or old as hell. well, guess you’ll have all the time in the world tomorrow with him to figure it out.
you would quickly get into bed, wanting tomorrow to happen much sooner than later.
you had woke up, one text message from teddy. you had almost immediately changed his name in your phone, satisfied with the contact name.
teddybear🧸: god i woke up smiling, ready to see you.
teddybear🧸: you have a nail and lash appointment simultaneously at 10 am, its a house call, so you dont have to rush or go nowhere. after that finishes you should definitely get dressed.
you would quickly get up to go take a shower, changing into some flowy before answering the mans text.
my diamond💍: yes sir lol. but im really happy to see you too!
you would hear a knock on the door, quickly texting the man.
my diamond💍 : theyre here, i’ll talk to you once im getting ready to get dressed.
teddybear🧸 loved ‘theyre here, i’ll talk to you once im getting ready to get dressed.’
you would quickly text your best friend to help you out in a hour with finishing touches. she knew you had a sugar daddy, and always made sure you were safe. you would have your location on the entire time with teddy, just in case.
you would go to open the door for your nail and last tech, thanking them for coming before letting them do their work on you.
almost two hours later both of the girls would leave, absolutely slaying you. your best friend would come minutes later, helping you carefully into the dress after moisturizing and shimmering you to the gods. edward cullen didnt have shit on you.
“damn bitch you look good!” the woman would say as she tightened and tied your corset, putting you in front of the mirror. you would look at yourself, completely in awe.
how did you even get yourself in this situation. god, weren’t you lucky?
as you put on your heels you would hear a text, taking up your purse and a coat before looking at your phone.
teddybear🧸: eta for the truck is 10 minutes, head downstairs now.
teddybear🧸: before you do that though, i need to see you in the dress.
you would quickly ask your friend to take a photo of you, sending it to the male.
teddybear🧸: good god. hurry up and get in the car so i can call you.
you would take that as a good thing, laughing before asking your friend to help you out. the truck would be waiting in the front of the building, a older man coming out from the drivers seat. he would help you into the car, waving to your best friend as you fixed yourself into the seat.
as you guys drove off you would call teddy via facetime, the phone not even ringing once before he answered.
“good god, you look so hot. the dress looks nice too.” you would laugh at the mans words, putting up the partition. you would pull your jacket over yourself, slightly pouting as your face was in the camera, but all you saw was his neck down.
“okay tall ass, you’re not gonna show me your face?” you would say, a tinge of annoyance in your voice. he would chuckle, fixing his outfit.
“you’ll see me when i get in the car, lemme just keep looking at how pretty you are mama.” you would giggle again, cutting to look out the window at the scenery. it was cold, but it was so beautiful too. “how cold is it?”
“too damn cold, its warm in here, but i need a blanket or-“
“me to warm you up? i got you girl.” you would laugh again, putting your hands up in surrender. the car would momentarily stop, in front of a hotel. you would look outside before looking at him, seeing him pick up his coat. “yeah you’re outside. i’ll be out there in a second.”
he would abruptly hang up the phone, usually upsetting you. but today was different, you would finally be seeing him. you would take your water bottle that you brought from home, taking a big sip before calming yourself down.
your eyes would be closed slightly, trying to meditate. you would feel the door open, the cool air smacking you across the face. you would shiver, going to put your jacket over you before you hear a shuffle and big warm arms wrapping around you.
you would open your eyes to see the man, his eyes directly on you. god he was fine as shit.
“are you alright?” he would ask, you nodding almost immediately. you would wrap your arms around his waist, the man almost melting instantly in your arms. “god you’re so beautiful.”
“says the male model.” teddy would laugh, shaking his head.
“male model? im just a spoiled rich kid wanting to spoil his diamond.” he would kiss you on the forehead, then cheek, pulling you close afterwards.
you knew his body would be a glittery mess, but at this point you couldn’t care less. and from what you could see, he didn’t care either.
“i’m your diamond?” you would say, teddy immediately nodding. he would run his fingers along her back, still staring at her.
“of course you are, if you werent i wouldnt be taking you to a opera show to get in my dad and his investors good graces. we’ll say hi, sit for a couple hours and leave during intermission. its a boring show so i wont make you go through it.” you would nod and laugh, snuggling into the man.
you would feel his hands go down your back, a small chuckle emitting out of his mouth as he felt the lingerie he bought on your skin. “you wearing the shit i bought you huh? why didnt you give me a picture of that?”
his words send shivers down your spine, him immediately rubbing you back, thinking you were just cold. he would pull you on his lap, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. your fingers would go directly towards his hair as you felt him softly breathing on your skin.
“do you know how long i’ve been wanting you? yeah you’re my sugar baby, but i hope you know by the end of the night thats not all you’ll be.” he would lowly say, his hands creeping up your dress.
in any other instance, with any other man this would feel rushed, and you wouldnt feel like this was right.
but with teddy, even before you knew what he looked like, everything felt right with him. you would tilt your head back as he started to kiss your neck, his right hand firmly gripping your asscheeks.
you would softly moan, gripping onto his hair. he would slightly groan, softly bitting on your skin. you would gasp, digging your fingers in his back.
“teddy..” you softly spoke, bucking your hips slightly. he would continue to kiss your neck, his hips moving at the pace of yours. he would groan, momentarily stopping his neck kissing before crashing his lips unto yours.
you would moan more loudly into his mouth, your eyes fluttering. your dress would bunched up at your waist, the black lace bottoms and garter belt in full display.
teddy would groan at your appearance, gently slithering his tongue in your mouth. both of his hands would be planted on your ass, gently groping before connecting a harsh slap on your right ass.
you would moan again, your eyes rolling back as you rolled your hips on his bulge. damn, he was blessed in that department too. before he could grab the waistband of his pants a knock would be heard.
you both would momentarily stop, breaking the kiss. a string of saliva would still connect you to each other, teddy quickly wiping his mouth before speaking. “yes?”
“we’re here, and your fathers waiting outside. you both might want to fix yourselves.” you would quickly push yourself off teddy, pulling your dress back down and opening your purse to touch up your makeup.
teddy would fix his growing erection, groaning in annoyance as he fixed his hair. once you fixed your makeup you would take a makeup wipe out, moving to wipe the mans face.
“sorry.” you would say, softly chuckling. the man would shake his head, giving you a quick kiss on your lips before gesturing you to wipe his lips.
“its okay baby.” he would fix himself one more time before the door opened, you getting out first before teddy followed. teddy would quickly put your jacket on you as his waved at you both, holding onto you tight.
“cmon, lets get out of this cold.” you would swallow the nervousness away, holding the mans hand tight as you started to walk into the theater.
you truly hoped tonight would end well, especially after what transpired in the car. your panties were utterly soaked and teddy obviously knew that, a smirk etched on his face.
Synopsis: 2 months after training week, it’s the morning of first game of the season. Its clear that he’s different.
Warnings: MDNI, Cunnilingus, overstimulation, spit kink, body worship( on Cam), morning sex stuff, light pain kink, baby pet name, black reader, barely proofread, prob other stuff read with caution
W/C: 1.5k
You open your eyes to the soft light of the early morning, casting a warm glow on your skin. You look to your right to see the red letters of your alarm clock spelling out 9:00 am. You look to your left to see Camron lying on his back, right next to you, and you take this time of silence to get a better look at him.
Your eyes trail from his thighs to his V-line, tracing every ab on his torso to his broad shoulders. Every vein and muscle was a testament to years of dedication and hard work.
You finally reached his face, which held a peaceful expression compared to the ones he used to have in his sleep; it was like a burden had been lifted. You continue to admire his face for a few more seconds before you turn back to the clock and finally register what time. You snap your head back to him only to have his hard blue eyes drill into yours.
“Oh! Camron!” You place a hand on your chest, trying to steady your heart. "God, Cam, you scared me.”
No response
“Cam, you.. okay?” You wave your hand in front of his face, “Cam…?”
No response
“Camron, stop, this isn’t funny.” You go to push him to try and snap him out of his phony trance, but he grabs your hand before you could touch him, and pulls it to his face, giving you a soft kiss on the wrist. When he’s done, you lay your hand on the side of his face, caressing his cheek.
“Baby, you okay…?”
He let out a low hum before answering, his voice slow and heavy with sleep.“Baby, I’m more than okay.”
You didn’t believe Him.
Breaking News, Isaiah & Elsie White were just found dead in a car crash that took the lives of 5 executives of the famous football team, including the owner...
You stared at the TV in shock as it panned over a sea of fans that took to the streets in remembrance. Now you personally didn't care about football, but you did care about Cam.
You knew that his father worshiped the Saviors, that Isaiah was his role model, so to find him dead 3 weeks after his training week... You could only imagine how he feels.
You look over and see him sitting on the couch with his back to you, staring at the TV. You walk up prepared to comfort him, but you stop the second you see his expression.
His smirking, leaned back on the couch, smirking at the screen. You can't say you were too surprised, worried was more like it, after he came back from training week, you knew he had changed, you were just unsure how.
"Camron."
"mhm?" he immediately drops the smirk and feigns a look of concern, but you saw him and he knows it too. Still, he holds your gaze for a beat longer than necessary, like he's testing whether you'll call him out. You won't, you don’t say anything.
“Pretty tragic, right?”
You clear your throat as you draw near him.
“Yeah, it is, i mean if the training week was scheduled a little later that could have been you”
He let out a hum, clearly not agreeing with your statement, which wasn’t wrong of him to do; after all, there was no way to confirm it would have been him, but it was a better answer than not saying anything.
“Soooo what exactly happened at camp? I mean, I know you said it was fun, but like what exactly? What did they do to you or make you do? Did you talk to Isaiah a lot, was he with you every day? How about Elsie did y'all talk, imeannotthatImindjustasking…”
Your words come out rushed as you continue on, asking questions, then reframing them if they seem slightly accusatory.
“Babe.” You stop, looking at him as he rises off the couch and slowly walks towards you. You're nervous but not scared(Cam would never harm you) as his 6,5 self towers over you, you look up into his eyes and notice they're different.
They're noticeably darker but somehow still the same shade as before, before training week, yet they were different. The discovery gave you the courage to ask.
“Camron, what happened at training camp?”
He wraps his arms around you, pushing you into his chest, lowering his voice to that teasing whisper you know so well. "Do you really wanna know?"
You don’t.
At the time, you really didn’t wanna know, not being sad over someone you “personally” knew for like a week isn’t weird. What's weird is Cam sleeping in on the first game of the season.
Usually, he would be long gone before you even woke up, but no, here he was staring at you with deep devotion in his eyes.
“Baby, go get ready, don’t wanna be late for the first game of the season.”
“ain’t go start without me”
A bold assumption, but not entirely wrong, especially after his predecessor tragically died, the Saviors need a savior, a Quarterback.
“Hmm, well, I'm not the one who's gonna be yelled at if late ”
“No, you not, so just relax ”
He then pushes himself off the bed, opens your legs wide enough to lay himself right in between them. His body is hot and heavy as he lays on you, roughly kissing and sucking at your neck.
You tilt your head back to give him more room to make his mark as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to grind his already hard dick against your achy pussy. You let out soft sighs as he picks up the speed, only to slow it back down and repeat the whole process.
" Cam~"
"I know, baby, I know," he groans into your neck and bites down. Hard, hard enough to draw blood.
"Ah shit! cam!?"
"I'm sorry baby m' so sorry ", licking up the small trail of blood that dribbles down to your collarbone, while grinding harder. Another change. It wasn't like you and Camron exclusively had soft sex, but biting this hard was new. Can't say you didn't like it, feeling your pussy pulse in response to the action.
"Lemme make it up to you"
He shifts his way down to your crotch, slinging your thighs on his shoulders, and starts to eat you out while starting to hump the bed beneath him.
He's messy, licking all over your labia before shoving his fingers in you, splitting you open with a burning sensation, working his fingers into the spot that makes you cry out. You feel yourself pulse around him with a need that almost hurts. You raise your hips toward him in a poor attempt to get him closer.
“Please cam pleas- I just- ”
He opens his mouth and lets a glop of spit roll down his tongue and lands on your clit, bringing his head down and begins to lap it up. Each swipe of his tongue brings you closer and closer to the edge as he adds a third finger, curling inside of you, before relentlessly fucking it into you.
“mmhhpf ack ngh I-cam fuck ‘m gonna- o-ohhh”
He continues to eat, removing his fingers, licking them before replacing them with his tongue, pulling and gripping you as close as he can,
slurping up every drop of cream that leaks from your pussy.
“Cam b-baby, please I I- Ohh fuckkk”
You start to writhing around on the sheets, twitching each time he flicks his tongue. he holds your legs tighter to steady you as you involuntarily buck your hips into his face.
“I know, ma, tastes so good, could be here all day”
He continues to eat, forcing his tongue deep in you, as if he were trying to be in you. It was becoming too much, you start to push yourself back as a way to lessen the ripples of pleasure washing over you.
You hear his muffled voice and peer down to see his face directly push up against you, your bush tickling his nose, and his starving blue eyes staring at you intensely, waiting for an answer.
“Haah hahh w-what?”
He backs out of you, revealing his face shining with your slick, and asks again.
“I said you really want me to stop?”
You bite your lip, shying away from his stare before answering.
“We- well maybe slow down”
“ nah, baby, either you want it how I give it or don't at all.”
kissing your clit goodbye, he sat up on his knees, smearing precum around his tip
"Don't move, arch that ass back for me,” Cameron swore at you. He hung low over your shoulder, his voice all rough like he owned every inch of you. Your nails scraped against the cold concrete wall, body tremblin' as he slammed into your pussy from behind, no mercy in his thrusts. Didn't matter, you were wet enough to let him go as fast as he wanted in you.
The area was dark, you couldn't see much, just the wall in front of you and occasionally a glimpse of him. You bit down hard, tryin' to stifle the moan risin' up, but it slipped out anyway.
“Fuck—Cam, please don't do this here,” you whispered, voice shakin', even as your hips pushed back against him on instinct. He chuckled deep in his chest, that sound vibratin' through you while his big hand pressed firm on your lower back, pinnin' you in place.
“Shut that shit up." His eyes drag over you, slow. “Don’t act confused now, stop fightin', you know you need this dick tearin' you up.'.” His words hit like a slap, but damn if they didn't make your walls clench tighter around him.
Yeah, you did it on purpose. The outfits, the tone, the way you talked around him, you knew he’d catch it. You played it just right, sweet when you needed to be, subtle enough not to look obvious. You thought you had him for a minute. Thought he was starting to fold.
“You really thought I ain’t peep that?” His voice drops, gravelly and close, the words hanging heavy in the stale air between you. You open your mouth, words forming on your tongue, about to play dumb.
"What are you talking about?" You ask quietly. He shifts, his footsteps silent on the concrete, “All that sweet shit…” he says low. “That ain’t even you.” Your heart beats, and fast.
You knew he knew, that moment before. When he leaned in slow, lips hovering near yours, teasing like he's about to give you that kiss, eyes half-lidded but locked on you with that same knowing glint. But then his hands move, fingers hooking into the waistband of your bottoms, yanking them down in one rough tug. Next thing you know, you're bent over, panties half ripped to the side. He might as well take em off you, but he wanted you to remember this. This moment, him fucking you relentless.
The hallway echoed with the slick sounds of your wetness mixin' with his precum, every sloppy pound fillin' the air. You clamped a hand over your mouth, nails diggin' into your cheek, but he wasn't havin' it. Cameron snatched a fistful of your hair, yankin' your head back just enough to make your neck arch, forcin' you to meet his eyes over your shoulder.
“Look at me while I fuck you, baby. Ain't no hidin' now.” His grip tightened, that pull sendin' sparks down your spine, mixin' pain with the pleasure buildin' deep in your pussy. You looked at him, taking in all the detail of him. His shoulders flexed, his cross chain swinging with every thrust he gave you.
“Cam... someone might hear, might see,” you gasped out, tryin' to twist away a little, but he just drove in harder, makin' your knees buckle.
“Yeah? That's what you worried about, somebody see you like this?”
He slowed his pace just a tease, grindin' deep so you felt every thick inch of his dick, throbbin' inside you, but he didn't stop. Never did. You weren't supposed to be here, not like this. But he'd cornered you, whispered all that filthy shit to you till you caved. Slowly walking up to you, lightly touches, he knew just what to do. Now you were hooked, ass bouncin' back to meet him even as your mind screamed to stop. Your body ignored every problem your mind told you. Your hands pushed in the wall like you holdin' on for your life, but pleasure coiled tight in your gut. Your pussy gushed around his dick, massaging him as he pumped in and out of you.
“Maybe... shit, please, not so rough,” you mumbled, voice all breathy and broken, but he only grinned, that cocky athlete smirk lightin' up his face. He yanked your hair up again, pullin' you flush against his chest for a second. His pace slowed for a sec, just so you could focus on his words and not his dick. His free hand slide down to grip your hip, bruisin' the skin.
“Nah, you takin' it just like I want,'' he mumbles. He keeps up this slow rhythm, that slow grind, plap—plap—plap, his hips rollin' deep into you, stretchin' you out with every thrust. "Throw that ass back—show me how bad you need this.”
“Cam please” you whimpered, body goin' slack under his control, matchin' his rhythm even as tears pricked your eyes from the intensity. He picked up speed, dick plungin' in faster, the wet clap of his balls against your ass ringin' out loud in the empty space. You arched up, pussy squeezin' him greedy, walls flutterin' as he hit that spot over and over, makin' your legs shake like they 'bout to give out.
“That's right, my good lil' girl, lettin' me use you out here where anybody could walk up,” he murmured, voice husky and teasin', but his hand snaked 'round front, fingers findin' your clit and rubbin' firm circles that had you buckin'.
"You got my attention now baby, fuck" he says quietly against you. You whimper quietly, muttering stuff underneath your breath. So many jolts ran through your whole body, your moans spillin' free despite your efforts to hold 'em back. He didn't ease up, poundin' relentless, pushin' you right to the brink.
“Bout to make this pussy gush all over me, ain't you?” You shook your head weak, but your hips rolled back harder, chasin' that high even as you begged, “I... I can't, Cam, too much—gonna cum if you don't stop.”
He laughed low, thrusts comin' deeper, heavier, his fingers pressing just right on your clit.
“You gon' cum for me anyway. Squeeze this dick, let me feel you break.” Your body tensed, pushin' back desperate now, pussy grippin' him like a vice, pullin' him in deeper with every stroke.
“Please... I ain't—, I can't hold it,” you cried out soft, voice crackin'. “Then cum on this dick, give it all to me,” he demanded, not lettin' up for a second.
authors note, not well thought out but I will write another, that's why this one just a blurb 🌚🤞🏽
pairing: boyfriend!cameron cade x black!fem!reader
synopsis: after Cameron Cade returns from a week of “training” with Isaiah White, you immediately sense something is wrong as he steps through the door.
warnings MDNI: smut, some angst, psychological distress, trauma implications, aligns with the plot of ‘HIM (2025)’, dark romance undertones, possessiveness, swearing, dom!cam, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f!receiving), he be talking you through ittt 😛
a/n: hi babies!! this is my first time writing smut on tumblr so im def open for some constructive criticism. hope you all enjoy it!
you hear the door unlock before you see him.
for seven days straight, you’ve been checking your phone constantly — waiting for even one text. Cameron swore he’d call after his first night at Isaiah White’s training camp (or whatever the fuck it was), but the only updates you saw were those sterile team posts:
“CAMERON CADE — LOCKED IN WITH HIS EYES ON THE PRIZE.”
there was nothing from him. not even a “good morning.”
part of you wanted to be upset, but all of it vanished when he finally steps inside; you freeze.
he looks bigger. shoulders tense, jaw clenched, eyes sharp like he hadn’t slept and had been running on nothing but fumes and discipline alone.
he sets his bag down.
doesn’t say your name.
doesn’t greet you at the door.
he just stands there, his gaze stuck to his shoes meeting the familiar ‘Welcome’ mat.
“Cam?” you whisper.
his head snaps up — too fast, his gaze hitting you like a spotlight. And for a second, he looks like he’s trying to place you. not because he’s forgotten who you were, but because of the realization of his forgotten softness.
he exhales — long and heavy — before stepping inside.
“…hey,” he mutters, voice low, almost unrecognizable. “I’m home.”
the tone is… off. cold and guarded, it startles you.
you move to hug him, and he freezes, but as your arms wrap around his torso, it hits him.
you hit him. and everything inside him unravels all at once.
he doesn’t need to be on guard anymore. he doesn’t need to have the weight of violence and death on his shoulders. he just needs you.
“damn. I missed you.” he mumbles, taking in your scent, his hold on you comforting, yet possessive; almost predatory.
you frown at his confession as you feel the tension coil through him. “baby.. what happened?”
his grip hardens instantly. “don’t,” he says, not raised, but final. “I’m not talking about that.”
“Cameron, you were gone—”
“you think I don’t know that?” his jaw flexes, eyes flashing with something dark. “I don’t wanna talk about that shit.”
he pulls back just enough to look at you — eyes shadowed, unreadable, something sharp flickering behind them. not at you, but at the memory. at the week he refuses to drag into the room with you.
then his hand slides to your waist, fingers curling in a way that’s both tender and possessive.
“I’m home,” he says quietly. “so stop askin’ me about someplace I’m done with.”
you swallow. “so you really not gon’ tell me anything?”
“no.” his voice is a low promise. “what happened there ain’t for you to carry.”
the way he says it makes your skin prickle — protective, yet territorial; guarding you from something he doesn’t trust himself to explain.
and for some odd reason, it turns you on.
“Cam—”
he steps forward, forcing your back gently against the wall, crowding your space, eyes locked on yours.
“I’m serious,” he whispers. “let it go.”
his thumb traces your jaw, slow, almost reverent.
“but you?” he breathes with a smirk, leaning in until his lips brush the curve of your cheek, “I’m glad you’re mine to come back to. I’m not lettin’ you go.”
“…I missed you,” he continues, voice dipping darker, “in ways I ain’t even proud of.”
his forehead rests against yours, heavy with need. “whole damn week, you were the only thing keepin’ me from losin’ it.”
his finger trails down your throat possessively as he wraps his fingers around your neck.
“you wanna know the truth?” he murmurs, mouth dangerously close, “if they kept me one more day, I would’ve killed everyone and walked away from all of it. for you.”
his lips hover over yours, breath slow, controlled… barely.
“you’re not going anywhere,” his voice a gravelly order. “not tonight. not after the week I’ve had.”
his lips crash into yours, immediately stealing your breath and making your knees soften, making him smirk against your lips.
he groans into the kiss and presses his body against yours. “you missed me, baby?” he whispers, breaking the kiss.
his thumb drags slowly across your lower lip, tracing it like he’s memorizing the shape all over again. the touch is gentle, but the look in his eyes isn’t. it’s focused, hungry, reverent in a way that borders on obsession.
you open your mouth to respond, but his thumb stills on your lips.
“nah, I don’t wanna hear it. I wanna see it.”
his hand slides from your throat to your hip, his grip firm, anchoring you.
“did you even think about touching yourself while i was gone? or did you wait for me?”
you gasp as his fingers push against your entrance. his hand deep in your panties.
his voice drops to a whisper, almost reverent. “fuck…look at how wet you are.” his fingers press deeper, a reward and a punishment. “my good girl.”
his lips on your neck match the pace of his fingers moving inside of you — hot, slow, purposeful — his other hand reaching for one of your thighs and pulling it up to his waist, his fingers curling impossibly deeper inside of you.
his breath hitches against your neck, his rhythm faltering for just a second as he feels how perfectly you take him in.
“every time I thought about you this week, I imagined this. how you feel. how you sound.”
his thumb finds your clit, applying a slow deliberate pressure that makes you arch against the wall. “tell me you imagined this too. my fingers fucking you like this, hm? not yours. never yours.”
he increased the pace of his fingers, a sharp contrast to his soft words. and while the curl of his fingers was enough to make you see stars, the low familiar voice in your ear sent you over the edge.
his voice is a low murmur right against your ear, the words vibrating through you.
“cmon on, baby. come for me. only for me.”
the world narrows to the heat of his body, the scent of his skin, the relentless pressure of his fingers. every coherent thought shatters.
it’s too much and not enough all at once, a dizzying spiral that starts deep in your core and threatens to pull you completely apart.
the only thing holding you together is the sound of his voice, a familiar anchor in the overwhelming sensation.
his name is a broken prayer on your lips as you come, your body convulsing against his hand.
he doesn't stop, drawing out your climax until you're trembling and oversensitive, his touch becoming almost cruel in its gentleness.
“yeahhh, that right there, baby. that shit is mine.”
as the aftershocks still ripple through you, he slowly withdraws his fingers. his touch is almost clinical now, a stark contrast to the intimacy of a moment ago.
he brings his wet fingers to his lips, his eyes locked on yours as he tastes you. “ ‘s pussy tastes so good… I want some more. you gon give it to me?”
you nod, your voice catching in your throat. “mhm..” it’s all you can manage. the word feels too small for the surrender he's asking for.
then he smiles, nice and slow. his hands slide from your hips to the backs of your thighs, pushing them apart with an unnerving calm. “now keep still for me.”
he doesn't wait for another response. his mouth is on you, and it's not gentle. it’s claiming, desperate, like he's trying to consume the very memory of the week apart.
the sensation is immediate and overwhelming — a sharp, wet heat that makes you gasp and your fingers scramble against the wall for purchase.
he groans against you, the vibration shooting straight to your core, and you realize this isn't just about pleasure. It's an inspection. a reconfirmation of his ownership.
his tongue is relentless, a flat, wet pressure that circles your clit with a precision that feels like it was practiced in his mind all week. it’s too much, too soon after your first climax, a fresh wave of sensation that borders on pain.
you should push him away. this isn’t the Cam who used to worship you slowly, who’d check in with whispered “you okay?”s and sweet nothings to coax you towards your orgasm. but your hands just fist in his hair, holding him closer.
the contradiction is terrifying. Your body arches off the wall, a silent plea for more even as your mind screams a warning. this is different. he’s different.
and as you look down at him, you see the difference.
‘You don’t look like Him.’ you thought.
he’s an entirely different person right now, and the worst part? you like it. you like the sharp edge in his devotion, the way his possessiveness feels less like a cage and more like a claim.
a broken sob escapes you, part pleasure, part fear, wholly his.
he pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, his breathing ragged.
“see? I knew it. you don’t need that gentle shit. was worried you wouldn’t fuck with it...”
he presses a sloppy kiss on your clit.
“but I should’ve known better. you’ll take anything I give you.”
his words hit you with the force of a physical blow, confirming your deepest fear and your darkest desire in one breath.
you can't form words, only a high, thin whine that seems to encourage him once his mouth latches onto you again. his hands dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open, ensuring you can't escape as he swallows every drop of your orgasm.
he rises to his feet, his chest still heaving and looks down at you, slumped and trembling against the wall, and something in his expression softens for a fraction of a second.
his thumb brushes a stray tear from your cheek.
“a week.” his voice is hoarse. “a whole fucking week without hearing you.”
he leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as if the memory is physically painful.
“do you have any idea what that did to me?”
He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. “they took my phone. I almost lost my damn mind.”
you waste no time pulling him into another hug, the embrace full of vulnerability and honesty. your voice barely a whisper.
“I’m right here, Cameron. I’m not going anywhere.”
Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON!!!!!, psycho!Cameron, depictions of m!rder, st*lking, domestic v!olence, angst, smut, sad ending, blackfem!reader
a/n: @darkseidex she is literallyyy the goat and the only reason I’m back.. go check her work out!!
Enjoy!
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The hospital always felt still at this hour.
Too quiet.
Too much time for your mind to wander.
Raya Anderson tugged her scrub top down over her hips as the elevator doors slid open onto the mental-health ward. Six floors up, far from the ER chaos, far from families crying outside ICU walls — but the emptiness was its own type of haunting.
Only four people on night shift: Ava, the other nurse; Leon, the overnight psychiatrist; and Deandre, Raya's work bestie who held down the front desk like it was his personal throne.
And Raya, the only one in the building who actually cared enough to check on patients twice an hour.
She set her bag down behind the nurses' station and clocked in.
3:06 a.m.
Ava glanced up from her charting. "Girl, why you come in lookin' like life beat your ass?"
Raya huffed a soft laugh, even though her bones felt heavy. "I'm tired, Ava. Ion' know what you want me to say."
"You been tired for months," Ava murmured, eyes narrowing like she wanted to ask more.
Raya ignored it. She always did when folks asked about Cameron.
Ava didn't even know Cameron.. she only knew what Deandre let spill from his mouth.
She walked the hallway, checking on the sleeping patients one by one. Dull yellow lights humming above her head. AC groaning like it hated this building just as much as everyone else did.
The same routine that gave her peace everyday.
But something inside her felt... off.
Like her stomach had been tightening for days without her noticing until now.
She brushed it away. The shift just started, maybe she needed her caffeine.
4:12 a.m. — The front desk
Downstairs, Deandre was scrolling on TikTok, tapping a pen against the desk like a metronome.
'I wish I had a free bag of chipsssuhhh' he thought, laughing to himself
Then the front doors slid open.
He didn't bother looking up at first — nobody came here at four in the morning except cops and delivery trucks.
But the air changed, cold and sudden.
And a weight settled in his chest like someone pressing a brick to it.
Deandre slowly lifted his eyes.
Cameron Cade walked in.
With that same stiff, dangerous stillness he'd had ever since the head injury.
Eyes everywhere, too unfocused.
A faint twitch in his jaw.
Deandre whispered, "...fuck."
Cameron's voice was low, almost quiet, but thick with something rotten underneath.
"Where Raya at.." He didn't really ask, he expected a response
Deandre felt his heartbeat spike. "Cameron... you can't be in here. You know that. You— you need to go home, now."
"I asked you where she at."
A tremor ran down Deandre's arms. He put both palms on the desk like a barrier. "She busy. And she don't wanna see you. So—"
Cameron leaned closer. His shadow swallowed the desk. "You gon' tell me."
Deandre shook his head. "No I'm not."
Cameron's mouth twitched — not a smile. Something colder. "Then I'ma handle it myself."
Deandre slid his hand underneath the desk toward the panic button. He wasn't fast enough.
His large hands shot out and snapped his neck, Deandre's limp body in his hands he dropped him face down on the desk. Scoffing.
Silence returned like nothing had happened.
Watching him twitch face down on the desk, he silently made his way behind his desk pushing the lifeless head out of his way. He combed through the computer realizing he didn't know where to look for the schedule. "Man.. fuck this." He grumbled frustrated but continued to look. Until finally, he found it and smiled to himself,
2nd shift: Raya Anderson, 6th floor.
Getting ready to make his way to the elevator the front desk phone rung and he looked at it, and looked at Deandre as if he was supposed to answer it, but he'd just killed him.. the reality of the situation angered him and he pick the phone up and slammed it down to end the call before beating Deandre's head in with the machine, bashing his skull open.
A gruesome scene of brain matter, blood, and pieces of his skull splattering everywhere. Throwing the bloody phone to the floor he made his way to the elevator.
Inside the elevator, he leaned back against the wall. The numbers climbed.
2.
3.
4.
His breathing slowed, zoning out on the metal doors in front of him as memories flooded his mind.
Raya's hands pressing an ice pack against his temple after practice.
Her voice calm even when he snapped at her.
"Cam, stop movin'. Damn. You makin' it worse."
He was so torn. He wanted to push her away and hold her tight all in the same time. Something was eating at his brain... he could feel it
And when the headaches got bad, when the rage fogged his vision and he punched holes in walls, she never backed away.
She whispered to him, held him, calmed him
Even when he scared her, when he yelled so loud the neighbors came knocking...
When he snapped and mushed her in the face, knocking her into the wall.
She stayed.
"Cam," she used to say softly, cupping his face, "you gotta breathe, baby. Please. Just breathe."
And when she cried out his name, her body trembling under him in the dark.. delivering orgasms that only he could
Reaching spots that only he could.
The way she came apart under his touch was like she was made for him.
No one else ever got her in that way.
No one else ever saw the parts of herself she saved for him.
No one else would, ever.
The elevator dinged.
His jaw ticked, fury slicing through the haze at the thought of what he lost.
He punched the metal wall so hard the entire elevator shuddered.
The doors opened with a creak of the metal
4:29 a.m. — Sixth floor
Ava stood near the supply closet, flipping through a chart. She glanced up when she heard footsteps.
Her breath caught.
Cameron was huge — 6ft 5in pushing 200lbs built like a Greek, and standing too close too fast.
"H-hi... can I help—"
"Where Raya."
Ava tried to step back but he reached her first. She barely had time to scream before a hand covered her mouth.
Her chart hit the floor with a soft flutter. Cameron dragging her back onto the elevator, hands wrapped tightly around her neck.
The elevator doors closed behind them.
The hallway was silent again.
4:41 a.m. — Nursing station
Raya was entering patient notes into the computer when she heard her name being screamed.
"RAYA!"
Her heart dropped instantly.
She knew that voice and tone all too well.
"God... no, no— please no..."
She stood up so fast her chair rolled into the wall. Her breath came shallow, quick.
Again, louder..
"RAYA! Bring yo' ass out here!" Cameron commanded
She backed into the medication room, hand shaking around her phone. She dialed Deandre.
No answer.
Her throat tightened. Something was wrong.
Deeply wrong.
Then Cameron laughed — sharp, manic, echoing through the entire floor.
"Baby, you hidin' from me now? That's crazy. After everything we been through?"
Her knees nearly buckled.
He sounded... gone.
Like whatever piece of him had survived the injury had finally snapped.
It's what he said next that confirmed her horrific thoughts
"I got your lil boyfriend."
Raya froze.
Leon.
He must've meant Leon.
"Rayaaa," Cameron called, dragging out her name like a threat. "Come get this nigga fore' I finish cuttin' his ass up."
A choked cry echoed from down the hall — small, broken.
Raya's heart lurched at the sound of Leon gurgling his own blood.
Her legs moved before her mind did.
"C–Cam," she cried out, voice cracking, "please stop! I'm here! I'm right here!"
Her own scream bounced off the walls, slicing her open.
She stepped into the hallway and saw him.
She saw Cameron.
Covered in proof of the horrific events she didn't want to accept.
Breathing like he'd run a marathon, and his eyes blown wide and dark.
And Leon on his knees in front of him, trembling uncontrollably, blood gushing down his chin.
His tongue was cut out..
Raya collapsed to the floor, sobbing openly. "Cam... please... w-what did you do?"
Cameron tilted his head, amused. "What you cryin' for?" "You did this shit, not me.."
"Please let Leon go. Please. He ain't do nothin' to you, Cameron. I'm beggin'—"
"Man, shut the fuck up beggin' for this bitch ass nigga," he snapped, dragging Leon closer.
Raya sobbed harder, her vision blurring.
Cameron stepped toward her, forcing her to look. "You see this? Look at him, Raya."
She shook her head violently. "I can't— Cam, please don't make me—"
His voice rose and boomed, "LOOK AT HIM!"
She flinched and obeyed, hands shaking uncontrollably as she lifted her eyes.
Leon stared back at her with pure terror, mouthing something she couldn't understand.
Cameron leaned in, lips curling into a half-smile.
"You fuck him?"
Raya's mouth fell open. "What? No! Cameron— no! I would never—"
"Leon?" Cameron asked, still smiling.
Leon shook his head fast, desperate.
"Not even when me and you was together?" Cameron asked.
Raya choked up at the absurd accusation. "Cam, why would you even..? I-I never cheated on you! You know that!"
Cameron's smile faded.
"That's crazy... 'cause I don't believe you." He brought the surgical knife up to the underneath of his ear.
Before she could scream again..Cameron quickly sliced the man from ear to ear. Dropping a dead Leon to the ground
Raya didn't notice she'd stopped breathing until her chest burned.
Her eyes locked on Cameron, frozen open, tears hot and blurring her vision. Her ears rang. The hallway walls felt like they were closing in. And Cameron didn't even blink.
Just stared at her like he was finally seeing something he'd been searching for.
He stepped over Leon without looking down, gaze fixed entirely on her. He walked slow, measured steps, like he was afraid she'd disappear if he moved too fast.
"Stand up," he murmured.
She felt so sick that she physically couldn't move, her knees wouldn't obey.
Cameron's head tilted. "Raya. I said—"
"I—I can't," she whispered.
He laughed, a low, humorless sound that rippled down the hallway and raised every hair on her arms.
"You can't?" His blood splattered green and white Air Jordan 1s stopped directly in front of her shaking body. "If you don't get yo' ass up..."
He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her upright like she weighed nothing. Her legs barely worked, wobbling under her as he pulled her close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.
Raya squeezed her eyes shut. "Please don't hurt me. Cam... please."
"You hurt me first," he said quietly. Too quietly.
Her saddened eyes peered up at him.
"What?"
Cameron's breath brushed her cheek as he leaned in. "You walked out on me. Like I ain't give you everything. Like your soul don't belong to me."
Raya shook her head, tears running freely now. "I-I left because you almost killed me, Cameron."
His stare sharpened. "That shit never happened so stop sayin' it!"
"I spent my birthday in the hospital, you almost crushed my windpipe" She cried just thinking about it
"And you still here," he said simply, as if that proved anything.
Raya's stomach twisted so hard she almost threw up.
He reached up, thumb brushing her cheek. Not gently — possessively.
"You always said you loved me," he whispered. "So why you actin' brand new now?"
Raya forced her voice through shaking lips. "Cameron, this ain't love. What you doin' right now— this ain't—"
"YES THE FUCK IT IS!"
His shout cracked off the walls, making Raya flinch so violently her teeth clicked together.
He abruptly moved his hand you her throat towering over her, chest rising in sharp breaths.
"You know how long I been tryna get to you tonight?" he growled. "Do you know what you put me through? Ignorin' me like some random. Like some nigga you don't know?"
She sobbed. "Cam, please let me go—"
"No," he said, firm as a slammed door. "I ain't lettin' you go nowhere. Not after you left me. Not after I bled for you. You hear me?"
Raya shook her head weakly. "You're not well, Cam... please... please just— just stop. You're scarin' me."
"You been scared," he said with a shrug. "But you always ended up back in my arms. Always."
"Come on. Elevator." He tugged her by the firm hold he had around her neck.
Raya tried to pull away instinctively — not even a real attempt, more like her body acting on pure terror. Cameron snatched her back so fast she stumbled into his chest.
"Stop! pullin' from me," he snapped, eyes wild.
"I wasn't— Cam, I swear—"
His voice dropped to a low, vibrating murmur. "You do it again, and I'ma hurt you for real."
He walked her backward toward the elevator, controlling her movement. When the doors slid open, Raya's knees gave out all over again.
Ava lay on the floor, lips blue and stiff.
Raya's scream tore out of her throat raw and animalistic.
"CAMERON! CAMERON WHAT DID YOU— OH MY GOD— AVA— AVA—"
Cameron grabbed her face quickly, covering her mouth with his palm, pressing hard.
"Shut your. fucking. mouth"
Raya sobbed against his hand, eyes squeezed shut, whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Cameron leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "She got in my way. That's all."
Raya gagged on her own tears.
Cameron hauled her into the elevator, stepping over Ava like she was a dropped glove. He pressed the doors closed with his free hand, still holding Raya's neck with the other.
"You cryin' loud as hell," he muttered. "Relax."
"Relax?" Raya choked when he finally let her breathe. "Cam, this ain't you. You need help, you need—"
He cut her off, "All I need is you."
Raya pressed herself against the elevator rail like she could sink into it. "This ain't love, baby. You're sick. Let me hel-"
Cameron's jaw set. "Stop talkin'."
"You need to—"
"I SAID STOP TALKIN'!"
He slammed his fist against the metal wall next to her head, the sound ricocheting through the elevator like a gunshot. Raya curled inward, whimpering.
The elevator descended slowly. Painfully.
As the floor numbers dropped, Raya's hope dropped with them.
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4:56 a.m. — Basement Level
The doors opened onto dim concrete and cold air. A general parking deck where no cars were.
Cameron dragged her toward the side door where the employee parking was... only four cars were parked
"You said you loved me," he muttered under his breath. "Said you'd stay. You lied."
Raya shook her head, crying harder. "I didn't lie... I just— I had to save myself."
"Nah," he growled, "you had to save us. But you folded."
They reached the car he drove which was a dark, older-model sedan.
He opened the passenger door and looked at her.
"Get in."
Raya backed up, instinct fighting for one last desperate chance. "No. Cam... Cam, please— please don't do this. You don't want to—"
Cameron stepped forward, grabbing her by the forearm so tight her skin pinched.
"Get. In. The car."
When she still couldn't move, paralyzed by terror, he shoved her inside. She scrambled against the seat, chest heaving.
He reached over her, buckling her seatbelt like they were going on a Sunday drive. His fingers brushed her chin before he shut the door.
When he walked around to the driver's side, Raya reached for the door handle.
It didn't budge.
Child lock.
She let out a trembling sob.
Cameron slid into the seat, closed the door, and started the car. His knuckles were trembling now — adrenaline, rage, obsession, confusion. A storm she'd been trapped in too many times before.
As he pulled out into the early-morning dark, Raya pressed her forehead to the window, whispering a broken chant.
"Please God... please God... please God..."
Cameron looked over at her, expression unreadable.
"You prayin'?" he asked quietly.
Raya didn't answer.
He reached over and touched her thigh gently — too gently — contrasting everything that had just happened.
"You ain't gotta pray," he murmured. "You safe with me."
She jerked away from his hand like it burned.
And Cameron's smile slowly faded.
"You still don't get it," he whispered. "But you will."
Raya's breath hitched.
The car veered off the main road, heading toward a darker, wooded stretch — a place she didn't recognize.
Cameron exhaled like he was finally relaxing.
Like being alone with her again eased something twisted inside him.
"Almost there," he said softly. "Then we gon' talk... real calm. Get everything off our chest"
Raya turned her head, fear hollowing her chest.
"Cameron," she whispered, voice breaking, "please don't hurt me."
He didn't look away from the road.
"I ain't tryna hurt you," he said quietly. "I'm tryna fix you."
The car disappeared deeper into the trees.
Tall, dark silhouettes pressed in on both sides of the sloping dirt road, branches clawing at the windows like something alive. The sky was barely gray with dawn, but it didn't matter — the woods felt timeless. Thick. Smothering.
Raya sat stiff as a board in the passenger seat, eyes trained on the blur of trees passing by, every breath trembling.
Cameron drove with one hand, the other resting on his thigh, fingers tapping like he was thinking. Or planning.
"You cold?" he asked suddenly.
Raya flinched. "N-No."
"You shakin'."
"I'm scared," she whispered.
Cameron didn't respond, but his jaw tensed — not in guilt, but in annoyance.
"You act like I'm a monster," he said after a moment.
Raya didn't answer.
He hummed. "I ain't no monster, Raya."
A chill crawled across her skin.
The car rolled to a stop in a small clearing. No lights. No buildings. Nothing but trees and a stretch of dirt that looked like nobody had driven through in years.
Cameron cut the engine.
The silence hit like a slap.
Raya's chest tightened. Hard.
"Cameron..." her voice cracked. "Where... where are we?"
"Somewhere quiet," he murmured, leaning back in his seat. "You wanted space, didn't you? Space to think. Space from me."
He turned his head, eyes cold but intent.
"So think."
Raya shook her head violently. "Cam, please— please listen— I'm not tryna fight you. I'm not tryna argue. I'm scared. I'm really scared."
"You scared of me?"
"Yes!" Raya burst out, finally finding her voice. "Yes, Cam, I'm terrified of you! Look at what you did tonight! Look at—" she swallowed the name, shaking harder— "look at everything! This ain't you! This ain't the man I love!"
Cameron's brows slowly lowered.
"Nah ma, this me."
He opened his door. The hinge creaked, loud in the stillness.
"Get out."
Raya's stomach dropped clean out of her body.
"Cameron, please—"
"I ain't askin'."
He walked around to her side. Pulled her door open. His massive frame filled the cold morning.
Raya shook her head so hard her braids slapped against her cheeks. "Cam, please. Please don't make me—"
He leaned down, looking her dead in her eyes.
"You wanna live, Raya?"
His voice was soft. Dead quiet.
"Then get the fuck out the car."
Her breath caught in her throat.
Because she saw it.
That flicker behind his eyes — the same one she had seen the night she left him. That disconnection. That emptiness. A mind slipping underwater.
Raya unbuckled with shaking hands and stepped out on unsteady feet. The ground was cold, soft with leaves and dew.
Cameron grabbed her wrist and guided her toward the center of the wooded area.
Her knees felt like they'd give out. "Cam... what are you doing..."
He stopped walking and turned her to face him.
His eyes roamed her face like he was memorizing her.
"You always were so damn pretty cryin'," he whispered, his big hands roaming her clothed body.
Raya's chest collapsed inward.
"Don't— don't say that..."
His free hand cupped her jaw and went to the top of her purple scrubs. She tried stepping back, in retaliation he ripped the top to her scrubs down the middle.
She let out a gasp at the sting from it. His gaze shot down to her heavy exposed breast, mouth watering at her chocolate pebbled nipples.
Her shaking hands shot to cover her exposed chest, and he immediately forced her hands away.
Gripping her left breast roughly, flesh spilling between his fingers.
"Don't try to hide these pretty ass titties from me.." he grumbled out now kissing down her neck to the juicy set of DDs on her chest, taking her sensitive nipple in between his teeth.
Raya hated the way he body betrayed her mind, "I don't want this.. Cameron please" she sobbed hoping for the man to stop.
Cameron peered up at her with a blank stare, still attacking her nipples.
Relishing in the moment he'd got carried away and the suction became too much. Raya trying to pull away from him
"S-stop! it's hurting p-please!" She tried pushing his head but all she got in return was a hard bite to her now bruised nipple.
She screamed out hoping for help but, noticing how Cameron didn't deter...
Nobody would hear her anyway…
As that revelation hit her, she felt Cameron's hand move into the front of her scrubs and started to fight.
"Stop fighting me, Raya.." he huffed out in a struggle with the girl thrashing around.
Repeatedly screaming no Raya tried everything but Cameron didn't lose grip on her
At a final attempt to get him off her, she sank her teeth into his forearm. Grunting from the pain he slung her to the ground that was covered in twigs and smaller branches— cutting her skin up.
Before she knew it she was pinned beneath him and her pants were at her ankles. She started to beg.. to plead
"Baby, ple-" a broken shriek came from her sore throat at the sudden intrusion of his thick, lengthy piece.
Cameron grunted, releasing a shaky breath. "Fuck, I love you so much.. so much"
Grinding his hips into hers, the feeling of her velvety canal clenching down onto him making his head spin.
"u-ughh pleasee" Raya moaned out but tears were pouring down her face. She was so terribly conflicted, the pleasure intensifying every stroke but the mental resistance.
Her friends were dead and she was enjoying this...
Cameron leaned down to attack her lips, the salty taste of her tears made him grunt in approval.
Now getting rid of the pants around her ankles completely, he lifted one of her legs in the crook of his arm. Now driving his hips harder— the curve of his dick hitting her spot causing her to flinch.
Sinking her nails into his shoulders, he swallowed the cry she let out into the kiss.
Pulling back the pairs lips were swollen but, he didn't slow his movements— abusing her g-spot.
" n-ughhh! Shit s-sto.." her cries were cut short
" shhh.. this my pussy and she gushin all on my dick.." he groaned tilting her head up, mouth attacking her neck
Sucking and biting at her sweet spot letting out a whine that could've been mistaken for a sigh, she left a white cast around his piece, adding onto the macaroni noises.
" mmm shit, she talkin' to me, ma" he moaned out caught up in the scene of the two of them connected.
Glancing up at her, he still saw the tears, a pout graced her face with her eyes in the back of her head.
"I fucking. Love. You" He sharply thrust into her hitting her already sensitive spot, making her cry out.
Her lower half started to convulse and she grabbed a fistful of leaves on the ground, gripping anything for stability.
Raya arched up into him, "Oh—shit! I'm c-cumming!" clenching down on his piece as her intense orgasm took over her, guilt right along with it.
Cameron gave her no time to think about it—continuing to roughly stroke her through her orgasm, chasing his own.
"f-fuckkk" he groaned slamming his hips into hers, his tight heavy balls releasing deep into her.
Pulling out leaving kisses over her face, she whimpered
Raya fought back a sob. "Baby, please... I'm— I'm so tired, Cam. I'm so tired..."
He rested his forehead against hers.
The closeness gave her a false sense of hope.
"I know," he breathed. "I know you are. That's why I brought you out here."
Raya swallowed hard. "Why...?"
"So you can finally rest."
Her blood ran cold.
"Cameron, wait— wait please—"
He shushed her softly. "Come here."
He hovered over her with teary eyes, that still looked so.. empty. Raya's breath stuttered as her face pressed into his chest.
She could hear his heartbeat. Fast. Uneven.
"Cam... please don't hurt me..." she whispered against him.
He just looked down at her, his tears mixing with hers.
"I don't wanna hurt you," he murmured to her. "I'm ending your hurt."
Raya's body seized with terror.
"No... no, Cameron, please— please—"
His voice dipped to a ghost of a whisper.
"You ain't leavin' me again."
Her breath caught.
"Cam—"
His arms shifted and she felt a prick— a needle into the side of her thigh.
Raya gasped— the substance taking effect almost immediately
"Cam... Cam I can't... I can't breathe—"
He held her against him, eyes closed, rocking her gently. His cheek pressed into her braids. His grip tightening, kissing her forehead
"Shhh... I got you," he murmured. "I got you... I got you..."
Her hands pushed weakly at his chest. "Cameron... please... please don't..."
"You tired," he whispered. "I know you are. Lemme help you rest."
Her frantic cries slowly started to calm, before ceasing completely
Her fingers slipped from gripping his shirt to barely touching his shoulder.
Cameron kept holding her whispering, "I love you. I love you. I love you," like a chant he was trying to force into her skin.
Until everything was silent, the sun began to break through the trees overhead.
His voice was calm, almost peaceful, as he brushed his thumb over her cheek one last time.
"I love you.."
He kissed her forehead.
Then carried her deeper into the woods.
A/n: I hope y’all enjoyeddd! Sorry for disappearing but uhh.. yeah
PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by “B.A.S.” by Megan Thee Stallion & Kyle Richh + in which your boyfriend cheats on you with the captain of the cheerleading team, so you get back at him with Cameron, the star quarterback that just so happens to be his teammate. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE: also inspired by “Plan B” by Megan Thee Stallion (“because dick don’t run me, i run dick, nigga. yeah, you’s a bitch.”) + “Medicine” by Queen Naija (“i’ma ride him crazy and you’ll never have a clue. give another guy everything that belongs to you.”) ✨
“fuck it, guess we both ain’t shit.” + “hoes ain’t spare me, why would i spare them?”
“the fuck you goin’ through my phone for, bro?”
“well, if you wasn’t fuckin’ that bitch, i wouldn’t have went through that shit!”
you and your so-called “boyfriend” Derrick were in a huge argument after his phone went off while he was in the shower and you walked over to see what the notification was, your face falling flat at the sight of a promiscuous text from Amaya Campbell — the captain of the cheerleading team. you didn’t know his password, but after guessing it few times, you got lucky and unlocked it, which prompted you to go through and search every app on his phone, even his Settings app.
after doing your thorough search, you found out that Derrick and Amaya had been fucking around behind your back for two whole months, and it made your stomach churn that all of it slid under your radar.
as soon as Derrick got out of the shower and walked out of bathroom now fully dressed, you threw his phone at him with all your strength and it hit him right in the center of his broad chest, his reflexes kicking in and catching the mobile device before it hit the ground. once he looked down at his screen and saw his messages with Amaya on display, he knew he had been caught, but it didn’t stop you from going off on him.
“Derrick, i swear to God, you got me fucked up,” you chuckled bitterly, crossing your arms, as your jaw clenched and you angrily tapped your foot against the floor, your shoe creating soft yet audible thudding sounds, “you mean to tell me you been fuckin’ this bitch for two damn months behind my back and thought i wasn’t gon’ find out about that shit?”
“see, i shouldn’t even be surprised. football players love fuckin’ on cheerleaders, that shit is common knowledge. but you? you a triflin’ ass nigga and i hope you know that shit,” you seethed, a furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your foot abruptly stopped and you raised your hands in angry surrender, “matter of fact… i want you to get whatever shit you got over here and get the fuck out my apartment.”
“baby, c’mon, you don’t mean that—”
“don’t— do not call me no damn ‘baby’, Derrick, i’m not fuckin’ playin’ with you, nigga!” you suddenly shouted, flailing your arms a little, as the furrow between your eyebrows deepened and you glared at him so hard that if looks could kill, he’d be dead as hell, “get whatever shit you have over here and get the fuck out, like i said! we through! you can have yo’ lil’ ho ass cheerleader now, ain’t that what the fuck you want?!”
you crossed your arms and your jaw clenched tightly, your jawline becoming emphasized from the action, as you and Derrick stared at each other and uncomfortable and tense silence filled the room, your eyes slightly narrowing at him. you weren’t about to stay with him after this. you’d be a fool to stay with a man who’d cheat on you, and you were far from that. you knew your worth and you weren’t about to diminish by staying with him, even if the two of you have been together for two years.
Derrick stared at you for a moment before letting out a quiet huff and tucking his phone in his pocket as he walked over to your closet and grabbed his gym bag from against its door frame, carrying it over to your dresser and pulling open a few drawers to take out the clothes he had stashed between yours.
you stood there silently as you watched him take his belongings, your jaw remaining clenched while your eyes trailed his every move. words couldn’t describe how angry you were. you were so pissed that if you were in a cartoon, there would be smoke coming out of your ears. the fact that he could throw everything the two of you had away for another girl was mind-boggling to you, but you weren’t going to question it. you weren’t about to on a whole “why her and not me?” rant, you weren’t better than that.
but this situation was far from over — very far.
“so, what exactly did you find in that nigga’s phone, girl?” your best friend Janelle asked, her eyebrows raising, as she laid on her stomach on your bed and watched you thoroughly check your bedroom and bathroom to make sure Derrick had truly collected all of his things — if you found anything that belonged to him, it would never see the light of day again.
“a whole bunch of shit. them sextin’ in the early hours of the mornin’, pictures of them together, videos of them fuckin’ — shit, you name it, i found it,” you chuckled bitterly as you angrily rummaged through the drawers and cabinets in your bathroom, “she was all in that nigga’s phone talking ‘bout “ooh, i miss that big dick, daddy.” and he was eatin’ that shit up just like all thot ass niggas do when hoes boost they egos. both of them got no home trainin’ whatsoever.”
“eeeyuck!” Janelle yelped, making an exaggerated gagging sound, as you cracked a small smile and let out a laugh at her exclamation, her dramatics boosting your mood a little, “they had tapes?!”
“man, they had so many damn tapes you would’ve thought they were professional pornstars,” you chuckled, the bridge of your nose scrunching up a little, as Janelle made another gagging noise, this one louder than the last, and you snorted, shaking your head a little, “i can’t believe that shit flew by me for two whole months, ‘Nelle. like, i’m sick as fuck knowin’ that shit was happenin’ behind my back and i was blind to it.”
“uh-uh, don’t be blamin’ yourself for what that fuck nigga did, a’ight? you shouldn’t have had to worry about him cheatin’ on you because he wasn’t even supposed to be doin’ that shit in the first place, let alone with the most known ho on campus,” Janelle scolded, raising her eyebrows, as she pointed at you with her index finger, “this shit ain’t your fault just ‘cause you wasn’t aware that it was happenin’, boo. niggas cheat ‘cause they can’t resist temptation, it has absolutely nothin’ to do with you or anything about you, ‘kay?”
you paused and looked over at her, noticing the seriousness in her tone and the stern yet loving look in her eyes. cracking a smile, you walked out of the bathroom and over to your bed as you laid down on your stomach next to Janelle and rested your head against her shoulder, making her smile at you and press a soft kiss against your temple while her arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you closer.
“thanks, ‘Nelley-Pooh. you always know what to say.” you smiled, earning a snort from Janelle, as she laughed loudly and rested her cheek against your head, making your smile widen.
“you know damn well i told you to stop callin’ me that shit a long time ago. nice to know you still hardheaded,” Janelle chuckled, making you laugh, as she rubbed your shoulder and raised her head from yours, causing you to raise your head from her shoulder to look over at her, “anyway, i hope you know we goin’ out tonight ‘cause i’m not leavin’ you here to sulk over a nigga that can’t keep his dick in his drawls.”
“where we goin’?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing a little, as Janelle smiled mischievously and clasped her hands together, making you laugh at her antics.
“Murph’s havin’ a house party tonight — and i’m takin’ you with me,” Janelle smiled widely as she pointed at you with her index finger before pointing at herself with her thumb, “because i know the perfect fuckin’ way to get your lick back on that bitch ass nigga Derrick.”
your eyebrows raised in amusement mixed with anticipation and your eyes searched Janelle’s face, seeing nothing but eager mischief and devious joy, “‘Nelle, what the hell are you thinkin’ in that head of yours? ‘cause you startin’ to make me nervous.”
“you couuuld…” Janelle dramatically trailed off and made a drumroll by clapping her hands together as she leaned up from her stomach and sat back onto her knees, a wide sneaky smile creeping onto her face before she abruptly stopped clapping, “get your lick back by fuckin’ on the one and only Cameron Cade!”
your eyes widened and your eyebrows shot to the sky again as you looked at Janelle for a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter — not necessarily laughing at her, but at the opportunity presented to you on a silver platter. Cameron Cade wasn’t just the golden boy on campus that every girl wanted, he was the star quarterback on the football team that every scout wanted to draft to their respective USFF teams — and him being on the football team meant one thing to you and Janelle: Derrick was his teammate.
you and Cameron had spoken a few times, but it wasn’t anything serious — just a greeting here and there or him telling you where Derrick was whenever you couldn’t find him. even though you remained faithful to Derrick, you couldn’t lie and say Cameron wasn’t attractive, especially since Janelle would purposefully go on and on about him behind closed doors just to get under your skin.
Cameron stood at 6’5” — three inches taller than Derrick — and had a body that was sculpted by the Gods, all toned and muscular in the right spots that could drive any woman crazy. his head was buzzed and his eyes were colored, his irises a blueish-green hue that intimated almost everyone he looked at. his jawline was sharp and his lips looked as soft as pillows, even though they were on the thinner side. he had a face that was so handsome that he had no lookalikes on campus like most of the other boys did, and it only garnered more attention to him.
Cameron Cade was truly something special, but tonight? tonight, he’d be more than that — he’d be yours.
“you know what? hell yeah!” you exclaimed through your laughter, leaning up and sitting back onto your knees, as Janelle joined into your laughter by giggling mischievously, “what time does the party start, ‘Nelle?”
“9 o’clock, boo! we not gon’ get there ‘til around 10 though ‘cause by then, all the fine shit gon’ be there.”
“i know you see that nigga over there eyeing you down.” you instigated, smirking knowingly, as you took a sip of your alcoholic beverage and gave Janelle a playful side-eye, making her snort softly before she turned her head to look at you.
“oh, i see him. we been playin’ eye-tag, boo, you gotta’ keep up,” Janelle smirked, raising her eyebrows, as you swallowed your sip and let out a laugh while you adjusted your hold on your red solo cup, “in other news though, how you gon’ approach Cam?”
“girl, i haven’t seen him all night,” you chuckled as you fixed the collar of your jacket and looked around the room for a moment before looking back at Janelle, “have you?”
“mm-mm,” Janelle hummed, shaking her head a little, as she took a quick sip of her drink and glanced over at the unknown man across the room who was staring her down before turning her attention back towards you, “i’m ‘bout to go see what this brown-skin talkin’ about though, so i’ma see you in a lil’ bit, ‘kay? go find that QB.”
Janelle gave you a wink and a quick pat on your shoulder before she disappeared off into the crowd, making you smile a little while you chuckled to yourself and shook your head. one thing about Janelle, she was bound to see something she liked when the two of you went to a party, but she’d always let you know where she’d be at before she left your side.
looking down at your cup, you swirled the last bit of liquid you had left around in it before leaning up from the wall and heading to the kitchen, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Janelle was safe with her brown-skinned mystery man before you disappeared off into kitchen to refill your cup.
however, before you could enter the kitchen, you somehow managed to roughly bump into a firm body, but before you could stumble over your own feet, their hands shot out to grab your waist and steady you, which ultimately caused your unoccupied hand to grab onto a part of the person’s clothing.
on the bright side, because your cup was almost empty, none of the liquid splashed out onto you or the mystery person, which you were extremely grateful for — other than the person catching you before you fell, of course.
“shit, my bad, Y/N, i ain’t see you,” the sound of a familiar voice made your head raise and you cracked a small grin at the sight of the man of the hour — Cameron Cade, “you good?”
your predicament settled in quicker than you expected it to — you had bumped into Cameron on your way to the kitchen and he was holding your waist to keep you upright while your unoccupied hand fisted his jacket to hold onto him.
“yeah, i’m good,” you reassured, loosening your grip on his jacket, as Cameron’s hands lingered on your waist for a moment before he gently removed them, making you do the same, “you just got here? i ain’t seen you all night.”
“nah, i been chillin’ with my niggas. ain’t feel like bein’ noticed tonight,” Cameron shrugged as he glanced around the room for a little before focusing his attention back on you, “if you lookin’ for Derrick, i ain’t seen him.”
“i ain’t lookin’ for him. i was lookin’ for you,” you professed, raising your eyebrows a little, as your lips curled up into a small smirk and a look of surprise crossed Cameron’s face, his eyebrows raising higher than yours, “that ain’t my nigga no more, Cam. i’m single.”
the moment those last two words came from your mouth, you noticed something shift in his eyes. it was subtle, but you saw it, and even though you couldn’t necessarily put your finger on it now, you knew you’d be able to figure it out sooner or later.
“mind if i ask what happened?” Cameron asked, his eyes searching yours, as you looked up at him silently for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.
“he cheated with the biggest thot on campus,” you answered casually with a small shrug of your shoulders, “you know, your favorite cheer captain who be shakin’ her ass for you and your teammates.”
“favorite cheer captain?” Cameron repeated, obvious disdain in his voice, as his eyebrows furrowed and you snorted softly, “ain’t nothin’ about that girl appealing to me. she be tryna’ fuck on any player she can get her hands on.”
“oh, so, you ain’t goin’ for her?” you teased, smirking a little, as Cameron smacked his lips and straight-faced you, making you laugh.
“hell nah. damn near the whole team done had that, i ain’t goin’ for no sloppy thirty seconds.” Cameron grimaced, the bridge of his nose slightly scrunching up, as you quickly covered your mouth to hold back your laugh but failed miserably, laughing heartily into the palm of your hand.
you never knew Cameron had such a deep dislike for Amaya, but it felt good knowing you weren’t the only one who could see through her “sweet cheerleader” facade. in fact, it felt even better knowing he didn’t fuck her because it meant you wouldn’t have to compete with her again.
“i got a question for you, though,” Cameron suddenly announced, watching your laughter slowly cease, as you raised your eyebrows a little and let out a soft “hm?”, gesturing for him to continue, “why was you lookin’ for me?”
a sly smirk slowly spread across your face and you titled your head a little, your primary objective resurfacing to the front of your mind as quick as it had developed from Janelle’s suggestion.
“because i got a proposition for you,” you smirked mischievously as you gestured towards him with the rim of your almost-empty cup and your smirk converted into a wide grin, “wanna help me make Derrick mad?”
Cameron’s eyebrows raised in curiosity at the sound of your question and he looked down at you silently for a moment before cracking a small smirk and letting out a soft chuckle.
“what you need me to do?”
if you weren’t already grateful for Janelle’s suggestion, you definitely were now.
you were laid out on your back in your bed as Cameron fucked into you, his strokes deep and as passionate as they could be while one of his hands gripped your waist and the other held onto your neck. his hips moved with a steady rhythm that never faltered and his thumb gently pressed against your pulse point as his forehead rested against yours and his colored irises stared down at you, making you maintain eye contact with him while your legs snugly wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper than he already was.
“fuuuuck— just like t-that, baby,” you whined, a furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your hands clutched Cameron’s back and pulled him impossibly closer, his chest now flush against yours, “you feel s-soooo good, C-Cam…”
“and you takin’ it so good, mama. you so pretty when you takin’ this dick like a big girl,” Cameron cooed, a small smirk crossing his face, as he pressed his thumb against your chin and turned your head to the side, burying his face in the crook of your neck and gliding his tongue across your melanated skin, “can’t believe that stupid ass nigga had the nerve to cheat on you when you so damn gorgeous and got the best pussy in the fuckin’ world. you a gem, mama — the most precious one there is.”
you moaned in response to his words and your head tilted to the side to further expose your neck as one of your hands slid up his back to cradle the back of his head, your body arching into his touch as if you couldn’t get enough of it. your eyes rolled back and the furrow between your eyebrows deepened as you felt Cameron lift one of your legs from around his waist to the pit of his elbow and you gasped sharply, feeling his hips slightly shift and angle to fuck you deeper.
“shiiit! ooh, fuuuck— Caaameron!—”
before you could continue your cries out to the man pleasuring you, the sound of your phone ringing sliced through the intense sexual desire in the room and you groaned in annoyance, your face contorting to one of irritation while Cameron’s strokes slowed down and he raised his head to look down at you.
“want me to get that?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows a bit, as you turned your head to look up at him and he placed a soft brief kiss on your lips, “could be important.”
“not more important than me gettin’ to cum,” you mumbled, letting out a soft huff, as Cameron chuckled softly and grinned a little at you, “grab it and pass it to me, Cam.”
completely stopping his strokes, Cameron removed his hand from your neck and reached over to your bedside table as he grabbed your phone and handed it to you without looking at the caller ID, watching your hand leave the back of his head to grab onto it.
huffing softly, you adjusted your phone in your hand to properly see who was calling you, but once you did, a wide Grinch-like smile spread across your face and you snorted softly as your eyes flickered up to Cameron.
“it’s Derrick,” you announced in amusement, making Cameron raise his eyebrows in surprise, as you laughed and looked between your phone and Cameron’s face, “think i should answer it?”
“you said you wanted to make him mad, right?” Cameron smirked, lowering your leg from his arm, as he pulled out of you and suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach, making you squeal while your grip tightened on your phone, “let’s piss that nigga off then.”
Cameron’s hands grabbed your hips and he lifted them slightly as he pushed back inside you, making you moan out at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim again. once he bottomed out, he leaned down to you and rested his chest against your back as he pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder and pushed your hair out of the way.
“answer it and put it on speaker. let that nigga hear what i’m ‘bout to do to you.” Cameron murmured against your shoulder, slowly rolling his hips into yours, as you smirked widely and let out a soft giggle, adjusting your phone in your hand for a second time before you answered the call and placed it on speaker like he asked.
“fuck you callin’ me for, nigga?” the way your demeanor shifted from smitten to hostile would’ve been funny if there were different circumstances, but you were sure you and Janelle would have a big laugh once you gave her a recap of how your night went.
“can we talk about this shit, Y/N? like, fo’real? i’m not tryna’ lose you over somethin’ small like this, shawty.” Derrick’s words nearly sent you on another furiously disrespectful rant, but the moment you felt Cameron start deliberately thrusting into you instead of his previous hip rolls, you practically melted against the bed.
“ain’t—mmh—shit about t-this small, fuck you mean?” you scoffed through your small moan, a furrow of pleasure mixed with annoyance forming between your eyebrows, as a soft gasp fell from your lips at feeling Cameron slightly angle his hips and your eyes rolled back, your unoccupied hand balling up your sheets, “y-you fucked that b-bitch behind my back and think that’s s-somethin’ small?— oh, f-fuuuuck…”
Cameron smirked wickedly against your shoulder and his colored eyes peered up at you to watch your face as his arms wrapped around your torso, one of them low on your hips and the other against your chest. his hand near your chest grabbed one of your breasts and kneaded the flesh in his palm as his fingers toyed with your nipple, causing it to harden against the pads of his digits.
“the fuck are you over there doin’?” ignoring Derrick’s obviously aggravated question, you adjusted your hips and pushed them up a little more, a sharp gasp falling from your lips once you felt Cameron thrust deeper and a different angle.
“s-shiiiit,” you whined, feeling Cameron tighten his arms around you, as your jaw dropped and your head slumped forward against the bed, your cheek pressed against it while your ass clapped against Cameron’s pelvis, “you s-soooo deep, Cameron…”
you called Cameron’s name on purpose and both of you knew it, wide identical smirks on both of your faces as Cameron raised his head from your shoulder to look down at you, your eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint in them.
“yeah? i’m deep in this good ass pussy, mama?” Cameron cooed, tilting his head a little, as his hand shifted from your chest to your neck and he latched onto it, lifting your head from the bed and slightly tilting it back while his thumb pressed against your jawbone.
“mmhmmmm! ooh, shiiit, you in my stomach, baby,” you whined, your eyebrows furrowing again, as your mouth hung open and Cameron dipped his head down, planting soft kisses against your cheek while simultaneously speeding up his strokes, “mmh, you fuck me so g-gooddd, Cam… best dick ever.”
“this what we doin’ now? you fuckin’ on my teammates and shit ‘cause you mad? that’s how you comin’?” truthfully, Derrick’s yelling went in one ear and came out the other — for you, at least. Cameron, on the other hand, heard him loud and clear, and it only made his smirk widen and increased his determination to piss him off further.
“say that shit again, baby. make me feel that shit,” Cameron smirked smugly, leaning up from you, as he leaned back onto his knees and grabbed your hips, hoisting them higher in the air and placing a deep arch into your back while he sped up his strokes, “best what? huh?”
a loud cry ripped through you before you could catch it and your eyes rolled back as your jaw went slack and your mouth hung open again, moans beginning to spill more profusely out of your mouth. your phone slipped out of your hand and landed near your open jaw as both of your hands balled up the sheets and you mewled loudly, your ass rippling with each of Cameron’s quick thrusts.
“b-beeest diiick everrrr!” you shrilly cried out, purposely dragging out your words, as your eyebrows furrowed and you thrusted your hips back to meet his thrusts halfway, which only made your ass clap louder against him to the point you knew Derrick could hear it as clear as day.
“yeah, there you go, baby. uh-huh. fuck me back just like that,” Cameron coached you through your actions as one of his hands left your hips to smack your ass twice, watching it recoil against his palm before he grabbed one of your cheeks to spread them apart, “look at how this pretty lil’ pussy huggin’ on me, mama. she drenchin’ the fuck outta’ me, too — shit damn near soakin’ the sheets. she needed to be fucked right, didn’t she, pretty?”
“uh-huuuuh,” you whined, vigorously nodding your head, as your fingers tightened in the sheets and you whimpered desperately, raw need and desire starting to creep up your spine and seep so deeply into your system that you were starting to forget that you were still on the phone with Derrick, “shiiit, baby, i’m s-sooo close… so fuckin’ c-close, Cam, pleaseee don’t s-stop.”
“i ain’t stoppin’, baby. want you gimme’ all that good shit so i can show you what it’s like to cum from bein’ fucked right, since it’s obvious that nigga can’t do it right.” as if on cue with Cameron’s words, Derrick ended the call and the ‘beep, beep, beep’ from your phone filled the air from his action, which went unnoticed by you but fully noticed by Cameron.
truth be told, you were too fucked-out and focused on your impending orgasm to really focus on Derrick anymore.
“f-fuuuuck— Cameroooon, i’m ‘bout to cuuum!” you cried out, your hip movements faltering, as Cameron grabbed your hips with both hands to steady you and continued at his rhythm, allowing you to melt in his grasp instead of working to fuck him back, “shitshitshit— ohhh, my Go— Cam! Caaam, i-i’m cummin’! fuck!”
“cum all on this dick, beautiful, c’mon. wet this shit up, baby, you deserve it. deserve to feel good and cum as much as you want. drench my shit, mama,” Cameron’s words sent you over the edge and your body seized in place as your eyes tightly squeezed shut and your hands balled up the sheets so tight that your knuckles were close to turning white, a loud broken sob falling from your lips while your orgasm roughly rocketed through you, “mhm, there you go. that’s it, keep cummin’, baby. keep wettin’ this shit up. this good pussy got my shit glistenin’, pretty girl.”
if you would’ve known Janelle’s suggestion would’ve worked out this well, you would’ve started taking her advice a long time ago.
warnings: 18+ content, MNI (or be blocked indefinitely), obsession, stalking, harassment, OnlyFans cam girl reader x dark! Cameron Cade, mentions of cam girl activities, cussing/swearing, threats, mentions of masturbation, smuttt— pnv penetration, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, creampie.
a.n: this is a request for my lil baby @italiansunsetsss ✨ Kam, I hope this lived up to what you requested and the vision you had.. I apologize for the delay, I’m a perfectionist — requests are slow working but i accept them! I’m a working gal so i take my time!
on the jukebox: paparazzi by lady gaga 🎀
“Who’s the new boy?”
You stood in the corner cradling your matcha, standing in your kitten heels. Your business casual attire was like a second skin, your hair pressed out in heated curls down your back.
“Isaiah’s new passion project for the year” Elsie White’s icy hair came into your peripheral vision, she also looked at the backs of the men that walked further down the hall.
The taller man donned an olive green puffer jacket, jeans, and a duffle bag.
“His name is Cameron Cade. He’s got the college highlights of a professional, intrigued the shit out of Zay”
You frowned softly, “Cameron Cade? Stop, Elsie, is that the boy with the head injury? That fucking got attacked and almost died? Him?”
Elsie stared you in the eyes with a prideful smile and nodded, fire in her eyes.
You swatted at her arm, “you and Isaiah know how rigorous this program is, do you think he’s ready for that? Didn’t he lose his Dad too?”
Elsie’s shrug was light. “Maybe he’ll channel that trauma and take us to the top.. Lord knows Isaiah can’t do it anymore.. I have faith, (Y/N)! You should too!”
All you could do was sigh and take a sip from your matcha. Elsie was excited and you tried to be but something about you made it hard to be.
“I wonder how he’ll react to the many rules of Isaiah White”
“Oh they’re not that bad”
“You’re dead ass?”
“Do I look like I playing with your white ass, boy?”
Cameron Cade tried not to look like this was the most egregious thing he was hearing all day… but at the same time it was.
He couldn’t help but to blanch a little as he stared his idol in the face.
Isaiah White.
A motherfucking legend who was taking Cameron under his wing for a year by his own discretion.
Isaiah White who stood in the room he was willingly housing Cameron Cade in and looking the spoiled nigga in his eyes while explaining the rules.
Isaiah held Cameron’s phone.
“I mean it, boy. I’m doing shit for you that these new booties in college beg, pray, and give up millions for. I’m giving you this shit for free and the least you can do is be here for a fuckin’ year and abide by my rules”
Cameron clenched his jaw, staring at his elder.
“No outside contact, this shit is exclusive. No Tinder, no Bumble for pussy or ass, no sex of any kind is coming through these doors, you understand me? Not just physical — No phone sex, FaceTime sex, you can’t even watch the shit—“
“Nah, c’mon, Zay—“
Isaiah waved Cameron Cade off as he groaned and tossed his head back.
“I don’t give a fuck— no porn, no Onlyfans, jerkin’ ‘ya shit in this bed or that shower, none’a that bullshit. You are here for a purpose so divine, I can’t afford for you to let that shit distract you”
Isaiah ignored Cameron rolling his eyes and walking over to the bed, plopping down. His ‘Fear of God’ hoodie draped over his head, a solemn look on his face.
The older man chose to chuckle it off, typical young adult boys. Cameron wouldn’t understand it now but he would later.
“Listen” the man turned to face Cameron, “this shit is going to pay off in ways you’ll never even know. We suit up tomorrow and we’ll get to going, aight? Get you some rest, I’ll have my wife come grab you for dinner later”
Cameron sighed and nodded, “thank you”
Except it wasn’t Miss Elsie White that approached Cameron Cade later that night when he opened his doors.
Cupid struck the man something serious.
“You must be Cameron Cade. I’m (Y/N), it’s so nice to finally meet you”
You also didn’t go in for a traditional handshake like Elsie did. You couldn’t help but to envelope Cameron into your arms, his timid arms at first linked at your torso but comfortably slid around your waist.
When you pulled back, Cameron Cade felt like he saw an angel. There was a daze in his eye that he had to snap out of with the more he looked at you.
“H-Hi, I’m Cameron—“
Your smile was dazzling, your hand coming to cup the side of his face.
“Of course you are. How was the flight? Are you tired? Hungry? Dinner’s ready, Isaiah sent me to come grab you. We typically like to eat in the dining room but if you’re too tired from the flight, I can bring you whatever you want. Just say the word”
Cameron wondered if you heard how hard his heart was beating against his chest. He hoped to God not but he couldn’t help it.
He also realized you asked him a question.
“Um I-I’m okay, miss (Y/N). Thank you, I really appreciate it”
It was in your nature to be motherly and with Cameron and knowing his background, your second skin jumped out.
“You are so welcome. Whatever you need, just know that you can ask me too. I might not have the rank like the Whites but I still pull my weight and I’ve got respect around here. If there’s anything I can do to make this experience better, just let me know”
Cameron nodded surely, words weren’t on his side at all. His greenish hazels couldn’t focus on anything else but the dream before him.
“I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Get some sleep”
He watched you turn on your heels, ready to leave but his hand reached out to grab your wrist, to halt you. You glanced over your shoulder.
“Do we know each other at all? I’m sorry, you just seem so familiar to me..”
You only shook your head and giggled, a mild look of confusion on your face.
“No, I don’t think so”
Except in Cameron’s head, of course you didn’t know him. He knew you though. You were you— His Kitty Girl— that was your OnlyFans handle.
You dressed yourself from the neck down in these two piece lacy, frilly pieces that often had you looking like a minx, teasing him something serious through the fucking piece of metal in his left hand while his right hand twisted and jerked at the base of his hard cock.
You didn’t even need to do much, that was the thing. You had videos of you going all the way— fucking and stretching yourself out with toys, masturbating, whipped cream, vibrators, all of that.
Real material that made for the most mind blowing orgasms Cameron’s ever pulled from himself.
Granted they couldn’t see you, they just wanted to see you in your glory. Cameron didn’t need to see your face to know you were the prettiest woman alive.
He didn’t need to know the most intimate details about you to know he was madly in love with you.. even though he did.
He knew where you lived, he knew where you worked, he knew where you frequented, where you got your hair done, where you grocery shopped.
He remembered your heartfelt announcement that you were terminating your account and deleting your videos for some reason. You weren’t slated to return.
Cameron saved every single video you posted to his own hard drive, he couldn’t live without you.
Truthfully, he didn’t need this fucking camp. He didn’t need Isaiah or Elsie. He didn’t need the skills, he was good enough.
But finding out that you were here now, of course he had to follow you here.
You were prettier in person.. much more stunning up close. And here you were being sweet to him.. touching on him.. being domestic..
You were what loved looked like and it was about time Cameron Cade let you know.
.
If you knew what was good for you, you would’ve kept your distance from Cameron Cade.
You didn’t mean to be so involved with him but it felt innate. You just wanted the best for him.
Involved being that you always sat next to him during dinner, helped him get dressed for press events, you even helped him relax after Isaiah’s practices. You even hugged each other from time to time.
You were the only one that knew about his burner phone and promised to keep that secret. You even went as far as allowing him to convince you to give him your number for “emergencies”. Anything to look out for him, right? Wrong.
He pushed some limits. Soft compliments about your appearance for the day, jokes about taking you on trips when he got big in the league. You shouldn’t have laughed, you should’ve been firm.
Involved?
Big mistake.
“You feel so fucking good”
Cameron groaned loudly, not a care in the world as he rutted into you like a mad dog. His face in your neck, his hips snapping, the wide and heavy girth of his dick buried deep in your pussy and pumping.. in and out.. in and out.
He had you on his bathroom counter, legs spread and trying to accommodate how fucking tall and big he was. Your thighs burned as you tried to hang on.
This wasn’t the first time he had you like this and obviously in the moments, you never call to regret it. And even when you say you do, you’re always at his door and he’s always at yours.
“C-Cam, baby” you whimpered and grabbed at the back of his t-shirt, “c-calm down, baby, it’s okay, it’s just me”
Your hand slithered up and softly took him by the chin, making him look at you. His beautiful greens were so lust blown, it was adorable. You pecked his lips.
“Don’t gotta fuck me so hard or rush.. everybody’s all gone for the night. We can take our time—“
Cameron nodded and kissed you again, even his pecks to your plump lips felt rushed.
“I know I know I know I just— oh fuck— it’s just— your pussy feels so good.. can’t get enough’a you”
He leaned his forehead on yours as he continued pumping, both of your ends were near. When you came first, your body buzzed and shook in Cameron’s hold, he memorized your cry of pleasure. He was right behind you when your walls clamped down on him.
“Fuck, I’m cumming”
And when he did, Cameron shoved himself so deep inside of you, it made you gasp.
It wasn’t his first time letting loose inside of you but this time, it felt deeper and fuller. So much that when he pulled out, his cum took its time to seep out.
Much like clockwork from the past, regret began settling in your bones as you and Cameron dressed yourselves.
“Tonight is the ‘next time’ you promised me” Cameron began as he stood before you, “I put your pillowcase on my other pillow next to mine”
You couldn’t look him in the eyes at all, even when he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you closer to him. He rested your forehead on yours again.
“I-I don’t know, Cam—“
“What do you mean?” He asked swiftly, a soft frown settling on his eyebrows as he pulled back to look at you.
You felt worry fill your chest, you recognized the look in his eyes. It was the look like he was daring you to go against him, you saw it a few times since you started sleeping with him.
Cameron got comfortable with you fast.
“No no no, it’s just that.. I probably can’t stay long into the morning. Elsie and I have a meeting and she usually likes to come to my room to prepare for it.. I have to be back before she catches me, baby, I’m sorry..”
Cameron didn’t need to know that was a lie. You just needed space for your thoughts.
He gave you a longing look. “But you’re still staying with me tonight, right? I don’t have to worry about you leaving me in the middle of the night? You’ll let me know when you gotta go?”
You looked the tall man in the eyes and nodded surely. Even going as far as kissing him. “Of course, baby, of course”
His groan was softly as he hoisted you up and into his arms, he walked you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom until your back met the plush bed.
Your lips softly smacked and clashed, pulling you back into the quicksand that was Cameron Cade.
His hands gently grabbed at the lapels of your business shirt and pulled it open button by button until your bra clad chest was exposed. Immediately, his eyes set on a small piece of ink.
“I love that tattoo” he mumbled against the skin of your lips. It was a small cat paw print on your collarbone, nothing too crazy.
“Oh yeah?” You smirked.
You felt him nod as he kissed your lips again.
“Mhm, it’s real fitting for you.. my kitty girl..”
Immediately you felt your body go frozen. Frozen, numb, stiff. Your heart sank to the depths of your body so deep, you felt your world begin to spinning.
“What?” You muttered.
Cameron’s chuckle was dark, still he kissed and pecked at your lips. His demeanor suddenly shifted to something much more sinister.
“C’mon, (Y/N).. I’m your biggest fan, you couldn’t have expected me not to know”
Your mind went completely blank but you felt your body begin to flare up, your fight or flight response readying itself.
When you tried to sit up, you were shocked to feel Cameron force you back down with a hand on your throat.
“Y’know.. you kind of act like a cat sometimes. You were real hot and cold when it came to me.. and everything I tried to do for you in the past.. I sent you flowers, gifts, money if it meant you could buy more of those see through two pieces for me..”
He put all of his body weight on your lower half to keep you pinned down. The look in his greenish hazels now much darker.
“At first you were nice to me but then you kinda started being a bitch. I watched you take my flowers up to your apartment and throw them straight in the trash. I paid for requests just to talk to you. Not even for sex, just to talk to you and you ignored me.. yeah, a real bitch”
His grip on your throat tightened, you felt air slowly slip from you. Your acrylic hands clawed at his wrist and arm, tears burning in your eyes.
“Then you shut your site down and run away from me to do what? Get dressed up like a slut for these other niggas? I had to find you like this? ‘Gon tell me why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now”
Of course he wasn’t going to, he just wanted to see that extra layer of fear in your pretty eyes. When he let go of your neck, you sucked in all the air you could.
Cameron merely watched you huff and cough trying to do so. But he wasn’t done with you. With a hand in your hair, he gripped hard and hauled you up so your faces touched.
“Don’t forget that it was you that came knockin’ on my door because that pussy got wet.. but baby, I’ve been wanting you.. this shit ain’t over until I say it is.. and should you try to quit on me, I will make your life so much worse than what you thought before now that I know who you are and you know who I am..”
He pulled on your scalp harder, the burn radiating all over your head.
“I’ve got every corner of your porn page copied onto a personal hard drive that I have no problem showing off to anyone should you get on my bad side. All I ask is that you keep on keepin’ me company..”
He began chaining kisses along your neck.
“‘m not gonna be here for a year without any kind of sexual gratification and you’re going to be everything to me that you were to those strangers online. If not, your life is as good as over. Am I understood?”
More tears burned in your eyes and slid down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like all you could do was cry.
“Girl, you better not make me repeat myself. I said—“
You nodded immediately and squeaked out, “y-yes, i understand”
He sickly kissed your lips, “now.. I think it’s about time I make you cry a different way and since you say it’s just us here, you better scream for me”
.
The days following Cameron’s threats, you stayed on edge. It was hard to focus, hard to concentrate.
Being around Cameron Cade felt like a risk. He often made jokes and passes at you that went over Elsie and Isaiah’s head, he stared at you from across the room, and still touched you when he could.
Everyone chalked it up to him having a crush on you, nothing major. Only if they knew.
Waist grabs to get by there.. ass pinches here.. anything to see your body react to him.
“You better lighten up before these people start askin’ questions, girl”
He said in your ear one day as he and the team all hauled into the expansive training room. You two were the last ones to walk in, it was easy for him to give skirt clad your ass a firm smack.
Not to mention the attempts he made to embarrass you. He knew the showers weren’t privately stalled off, merely separated by a metal wall in half.
Cameron knew one of his teammates was in the next stall over, still he had just as naked as him, your back to his chest, pounding into you from behind.
With a hand over your mouth, he fucked you mercilessly. The pressure from the showerhead did enough noise to conceal some things but you couldn’t help your occasional squeaks and whimpers.
“You must want buddy to hear me fuckin’ your brains out.. such a fuckin’ slut, I think you want a show, you want somebody to see me havin’ my way witchu’” he rasped ruggedly in your ear, your back arched.
His throbbing dick stretched you with every hard thrust, further pushing you closer to the edge. When his digits sought out your clit, you saw stars. That’s when he fucked you harder.
You felt your scream behind his hand incoming but the sound of the shower next to you suddenly stopped.
The menace behind you just slowed his pace which delayed your orgasm, you could’ve cried.
.
If that wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it was the day you found out that—
“This is her, man, I swear to God it is. I know I’m supposed to have a phone in here but you cannot tell me look me in the eye and tell me that this isn’t (Y/N) on OnlyFans”
You didn’t means to eavesdrop on the conversation between young men, you were just walking by. But when you heard your name, you swore you could vomit.
Cameron saw you haul ass to your bedroom, something was wrong. He meant to follow you but the sound of his name being called halted him.
“Yo, Cam! C’mere, man, you won’t believe it”
It felt like high school. Immature classmates showing him the nudes they got from a girl.
Except these weren’t nudes only something much more hardcore.. and it wasn’t just anyone’s girl, it was his.
Cameron Cade couldn’t remember the last time he was in a rage so blind but by the time he came to, his teammates were bloodied pulps with broken phones.
“And if I find out anything more about that, I will find the both of you and I’ll kill you myself”
He knew they were too beat up to listen but he still had to stake his claim.
He headed to your bedroom hurriedly, only to see you with an open suitcase and packing up things in it. He didn’t need to see your face to know you’d been crying, he heard your sniffles.
“Stop that” he grabbed at your items and put them back in your dresser chest, “don’t cry over that bullshit, I already took care of it, nobody’s gonna bother you anymore”
You ignored him and continued packing your suitcase up, not sparing Cameron a thought, a look, or a word.
You engaged in a little tussle with your clothes where you’d put a piece in your suitcase just for him to take it out. You both grabbed at an item of clothing at the same time, you tugged, he tugged. That’s when your teary eyes finally met his.
“Let go” you ordered, tugging.
“No because you’re not leaving me” Cameron tugged.
“I don’t care, stop touching my clothes. Leave me alone!”
This time when you tugged, you yanked hard enough to completely snatch it from Cameron. But your other hand followed and swiftly smacked the man a clean one across the face.
Immediately you gasped, a newfound sense of fear coursing your body. Cameron didn’t react right away.
“I-I’m sor—“
Cameron Cade was fast with the way he grabbed you up, a hand over your throat. He walked you over to the nearest wall.
“What fuckin’ part of ‘I took care of it’ did you not understand, huh? That’s the fuckin’ thanks I get for makin’ sure you’re set? I get hit? You must be outta you’re goddamn mind, (Y/N)”
You clawed at his arm, watering eyes peering into his dark greens and somehow trying to plead to him.
“I’m sorry!” Your voice was barely there but Cameron pathetically heard it, but he wasn’t having it.
“Nah.. nah, you’re not but it’s okay, I’ll make sure you are by the end of this”
And sorry you were.
Cameron Cade had your body forcibly molded onto your stomach, he was naked and hovering over you. He had your wrists pinned over your head, his other hand guided his hard erection into your tight entrance from behind.
You both shared moans upon the breach, you dropped your head onto the pillow.
“I remember the first time we met.. I fell in love with you immediately”
He began thrusting, his movements shaking the bed.
“I knew you were mine when I saw that pussy for the first time.. you remember that, baby? I paid for that one on one and we masturbated together? I told you I loved you after you hung up.. vowed to make you mine after that.. I vowed to find you..”
All you could do was whine and cry out, your lower half arching every now and then into Cameron’s thrusts.
He let go of your hands and took you up by your hair, bending your body backwards and off of the bed, you supported yourself on your hands.
He fucked you hard, his breathing ragged in your ear.
“Always dreamed of being this deep inside’a you.. so fuckin’ wet for me.. if you think I’m letting you leave me after this, you’re fuckin’ crazy, girl.. should I find out otherwise? I’ll kill ‘boutchu, girl..”
His other hand slapped your ass, you yelped out in pain.
“All those other guys that paid for your time would kill to be where I’m at.. to fuck you like I’m fucking you.. to be able to make you cum..”
Suddenly Cameron’s switch was a lot nicer. Nicer, softer, way more gentle than before.
He turned you on your back and ever so lovingly pushed back inside of you, he captured your cute whimper in a kiss.
His thrusts were on the kinder side, almost like he was making love to you. Slow, calculated, precise thrusts that had your head spinning.
“I love you, (Y/N), so fuckin’ much, I swear”
Another kiss.
“I love you, baby. I love you, I love you, I love you.. ‘m just your biggest fan, that’s all.. I just wanna be good for you.. I’m yours, only yours.. nobody else’s, i promise”
Within your hazy mask of lust, there was another part of your brain that fully recognized that the man above you was insane in the head.
Tears blurred in your eyes and slid down your cheeks as you stared up at him. He simply cupped your face and thumbed away the liquid, telling you how much of a pretty crier you were.
You clung to him as your body rattled out your orgasm, forcing out more tears down your face. You barely hung on as his own orgasm approached and once it did, you were too checked out to fully acknowledge it.
“Shit, (Y/N)”
All you registered was the sick, familiar full feeling and the fact that Cameron never pulled out like he usually did. Leaning down, he planted chaste kisses over your face, muttering to himself.
“pay her fee, she perform for me.. say she a good girl, she do p*rn for me..”
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), collegiate school settings, athlete x faculty, secret relationships, insinuations of sexual activity/ relations, dark! Cameron Cade, use of the n word, manipulation, threats of revenge prn, coercion (dubious consent), threats, non consensual recording, smut, choking, spitting, biting, dirty talk, cussing/swearing, creampie.
a.n: heyyy stinks! don’t jump me, I’m sorry for being inactive with posting 😭 my writing juices kinda went dry and despite having ideas, I didn’t have any motivation. but I’m back! I hope y’all like this one 🤭 heed those warnings & enjoyy!
on the jukebox: ‘boys n the hood’ by smerfbeats ft babyface ray, GT, and Peezy 🎀
“I think this season is going to be my last season”
Cameron Cade blanched, looking at you like you grew three heads and spoke in a tongue that he’s never heard before.
“Your last season— your last season doing what?” His tone was defensive and cautionary but in a bolder font, almost like he was daring you to say it.
Because if so, he wasn’t having any of it.
“Assisting”
“Why?” Cameron immediately shot back, his eyebrows raised.
Cameron Cade caught you on the tail end of the moving team line off of the bus, having just arrived to the rival team’s hometown and practice center. The many of away games and travel was familiar to you, the structure wasn’t different.
You’d actually been wanting to talk to Cameron and break the news but you dreaded having to do it, so him stopping you to “talk”, made for the perfect time.
You sighed, trying not to meet his judgmental eyes. “I just think it’s time for me to branch out and try other things in my life. I had my fun here—“
“You mean you had your fun with me—“
His combat made you hiss out in embarrassment, your pretty face flushing something red.
Thankfully, the bus driver followed the crowd out of the vehicle, opting to fuel up with food and drinks. It was just you and Cameron in the first row of seats behind the drivers seat.
“Cameron—“
“Nah, nah, it’s the truth so don’t act brand new. We didn’t start fuckin’ last night. We’ve been sneakin’ around since you took this position those two years ago and it sounds like you’re tryna leave me. Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)”
Finally, you met his fiery, greenish hazel eyes, he was on a roll. Your irises swirled in soft defeat, trying to hold your ground. How well was that working?
“Is that what it is? You’re not leavin’ because some new opportunity just came up or whatever the fuck. And even if it is some new opportunity, you’re not just getting away from the team, you’re tryna get away from me. I-Is that what I’m hearing? Did I understand that right?”
Cameron Cade’s tone was that of a warning. It was easy for him to use it towards you if you tried to challenge him or push back on something he didn’t want. It was easy to make you feel small and make you crumble. Any oppositional thought you had in those previous moments were quickly diminished.
Despite the breath you took being shaky, you had to mean it.
“Some things just go the way that they go. I can’t control this, Cameron, I’m sorry”
He didn’t need to know that there was no real job opportunity making you leave the collegiate football team.
He didn’t need to know that you’d planned on leaving the state as soon as the game was over and you traveled back home. You’d already bought your plane ticket to move across the country.
When Cameron didn’t speak for a moment and only looked at you, something in you jumped to want to recant your statement, urging to please him. But that couldn’t be anymore. His jaw ticked.
“Just be straight up with me, baby, you know that’s all I be askin’ of you” Cameron began, his tone a bit more softer. “Are you quitting because of me?”
Yes.
“Cameron, no” you met him at his soft tone, hoping it distracted him from your untrue words. You even went as far as laying your hand over his that rested on his knee, “It’s just.. I’m always going to want better for myself. I know that you know that”
Cameron stared at you, truly analyzing the woman he was falling madly in love with. He nodded after a minute of silence and stood up, with his hand outstretched to you, you followed suit.
“O-okay.. okay, well, we’re gonna miss you.. I’m gonna miss you”
You gulped and nodded, putting on your best sorrow filled smile. “Me too”
With his hand still in yours, Cameron pulled you into a hug, his long and lanky arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of your head. You wrapped your arms timidly around his torso, Cameron felt your nerves.
You two stood there for what felt like hours, you prayed for an intervention that pulled you back before your superiors started asking questions.
“But um, before you go back, I wanna show you somethin’, ok?”
Still in his arms, Cameron reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and revealed his phone. With a few taps and a sigh of approval, he was showing you his screen.
All of the color drained from your face and you felt you wanted to vomit.
Cameron let the screen play and clicked the side button on his phone, turning up the volume to full blast. Immediately the sound of your wanton, pornographic moans filled the space.
Loud, desperate, high pitched, and needy. You cried out for the man below you, who you could see watching you in awe.
You watched on in horror as you rode Cameron Cade in his off campus dorm bed. Your back was naked and exposed, your back tattoo let you know it was you.
Duvet covers around your hips, Cameron’s knees bent and forming in the covers, his hands reached up groping at your breasts as your lower half ground. You watched yourself toss your head back, another shrill moan emitting.
“Ridin’ this dick real good, baby girl.. c’mon, gon’ get that nut, you deserve it..”
“Yes, please” you whined before lying on top of the man, your face in his neck. His arms around your waist, hands groping your ass, Cameron Cade on camera began fucking up into you.
“Cameron, ‘m gonna—“
The obscene noises and video suddenly shut off. Your jaw slack and light tears in your eyes as you looked up at Cameron who wore the softest, shit eating smirk.
“You recorded me?” You just barely squeaked out.
“Us, baby. Just a little something to keep on me on those days and nights that I can’t have you”
You watched his gaze suddenly get darker and scarier. His once warm eyes looked at you in pure intimidation and seriousness.
“I uh, just wanted to see how long you were gonna continue to lie to my face just now. I know where you’re going, I know when you’re going, I know how you’re getting there. Now what I don’t know is what you got going on out there but I can find that out too. If I find out you got another nigga out there that’s not me, he’s as good as dead”
Immediately you shook your head. “It’s not”.
With a hand cupping your face, Cameron thumbed away the tear that slipped down your cheek. The tear you didn’t even know was falling.
“Bottom line is: you’re not going anywhere and should you feel compelled to go against me, you can expect for every corner of the university to see that video. All I gotta do is press a button”
More tears slipped out of your eyes, you couldn’t believe this was real. You were actively being blackmailed. Cameron continued thumbing away at your cheeks.
“I’m giving you until the end of the day to gon’ ahead and shut all of that shit down. Cancel that flight— don’t even worry about a refund, y’know I can give that back to you. Unpack those bags, cancel that hotel, all of that. You don’t get to try to restart your life if I’m not in it, you understand me?”
His hand on your face began to tighten, Cameron Cade frowning just a little when you didn’t answer right away. But immediately, you nodded. Cameron Cade smiled and placed a quick kiss to your lips.
“Good girl.. you always know how to make daddy happy. As long as you keep doing that, we’ll be good. Now let’s go before they start askin’ questions”
Cameron’s hand connected with your denim jean clad ass cheek, making you jump.
How fucked were you?
.
You tried your best to focus throughout the rest of the drills and training with the boys.
Your role was to help their coaches run plays along with kinesiology, physical therapy like responsibilities. You helped the boys stretch, iced after their games and during halftime, and other skills to help them perform their best.
Cameron Cade found a deep attraction to you as soon as you were announced with your role. Your physique was impressive, hair down your back, a smile that had his heart racing, and knowledge that said you weren’t unqualified. You were his kind of woman. Being only 3 years older than him, your soul felt beyond that, and Cameron loved it.
Sleeping with him that first go around had you both on two different wavelengths after the fact. You vowed you wouldn’t make it back in his bed and Cameron Cade was ready to put a ring on it.
You hated how good he made you feel. Call it a weak moment of desperation and loneliness as to why you succumbed and melted into his advances.
He’d called you saying he had some cramp in his leg and needing the limb properly stretched and cared for. Had you knew what you’d be getting yourself into, you would’ve told Cameron Cade to call 911 instead of you.
With your assistance, his smooth words and soft urges kept you conversing and spilling some guts. He’d found out that you were single, hard working, and happily celibate.. happily?
Conversations turned into conversations with drinks, then turned into Cameron sitting a bit too close to you on his couch. He was on you soon after that. Seductive whispers with the promise to make this moment worth your while, his eyes clouding in lust and determination to have you.
“Let it all go, mama, I gotchu’” He whispered, lips brushing against yours as he fucked you in missionary. “Know you been pent up and needin’ in.. give it to me, baby, show me sumn’”
You shivered at the memory. Cameron Cade knew how to get what he wanted. Every single time. Your push back meant nothing to him, he always won. Always succeeded, it was in his nature.
But his advances didn’t stop after the sex.
He found your number and saved it in his phone. He found your socials and followed immediately. Cameron Cade successfully snuck an AirTag in your car to monitor you. He called a lot, texted even more. He sent photos— regular and explicit, full on nudes and audios of him touching himself, your name on his tongue as he came loudly.
What felt like a harmless crush you thought that he had on you spiraled into so much more. He anonymously sent flowers to your office at the university and bought you gifts. Then came the pet names— baby, babe, my love. As if you were dating.
You remembered him dropping in on you at your office with food like a husband would. Then bending you over your desk and fucking you before he left.. like a husband would.
The scariest part of all of his delusions was a raging temper paired with it. Cameron Cade reeked of jealousy and insecurity. He could tell the rest of his teammates grew fond of you, you were his before he got inside of you.
He picked out the teammate that maybe eyed you too long, made you laugh too hard and took his anger out on them during drills. A hard push, an even harder tackle, and a sack that had one of them almost breaking his ankle clean off of the bone.
“Oh shit, you good? Fuck, I’m sorry dawg, that was an accident, I swear to God. C’mon, let me help you up”
Cameron Cade didn’t mean that shit.
The shrill sound of a whistle took you from your thoughts and from the sidelines of the expansive practice field. Coach was calling a huddle. You honestly tuned out the typical pep talk on game days. But with Coach’s hand on your shoulder, it brought you back to reality.
“And while I have y’all here, somebody on the team needs to make an announcement” Coach turned towards you with a solemn smile, immediately your sunken heart began to race up. “(Y/N), go ahead and break these boys hearts, get it over with”
You didn’t tell Cameron that you’d already informed your respective colleagues that you were quitting. When you looked at him, his face wore a deep frown. You gulped, the sex tape in the back of your mind and the threat that hung in the air.
“I-I.. it’s—“
Saved by the bell.. or rather the sound of the building’s doors opening. It turned everyone’s attention that way. A group of the rival teams’ players and their coaches walked in but halted at the sight of you all.
Coach cut in. “Sorry, Terry, we were all just heading out for you and your boys” Coach turned towards his crowd, “let’s hold that thought y’all. Let’s get outta here so they can practice”
Cameron Cade eyed you with a look of budding anger that you were familiar with. You didn’t stick around for him, instead you were the first person out of the door and out of the building.
.
Fear coursed your veins as you continued running. Fear and adrenaline.
“(Y/N)! I’m not fuckin’ playing, get the fuck back here with my phone!”
Tears blurred your eyes but you kept running. It was halftime when you decided to make your move. It was the perfect opportunity to delete that video and drive back home on your own.
You didn’t care anymore.
With Cameron Cade’s phone in your hands, you zipped through the stadium, no idea where you were going. You just knew you had to get away from him.
Somehow you managed to outrun Cameron and find a secluded, empty office room. It was dark and quiet, scattered chairs everywhere. You hid yourself under the desk and immediately unlocked Cameron’s phone.
His passcode was your birthday.
Finding the camera roll, you found more than just the sextape.. but instead, multiple recorded sessions of you and Cameron having sex. You found your own nudes and hidden camera footage from your house. From your bedroom and when you were showering.
Mortified was an understatement. Selecting the files, you deleted them before going into the ‘recently deleted’ and deleting them for real.
In the same breath, a harsh pounding of the door and wiggling of the door knob had you holding your breath. All the noise suddenly stopped but before you could blink, the metal door harshly broke off of its hinges and loudly clanked to the floor.
Footsteps creeped about the room. You knew it was Cameron, you didn’t have to guess.
“Y’know.. I recognize the smell of that Donna Karen perfume I bought you. The same perfume that had me wanting to fuck you just because you smelled that damn good..”
His footsteps continued, you stayed put under the desk, silently praying.
“I know you’re in here, (Y/N), a-and baby, I promise I’m not even mad anymore. Y’know how I feel about my phone and you just caught me off guard, that’s all. But I’m not upset, I just wanna talk to you”
Fear paralyzed you largely. Despite the softness of his voice, you knew his front would be short lived. He continued walking closer and closer to where you were hiding.
Your heart sank at the view of his football cleats from the opening of under the desk. His sigh was loud and dramatic.
“You should’ve came out when I said.. and now I’m pissed again”
Suddenly you were being pulled— yanked rather. His hands grabbed your ankles and forced you out of hiding before harshly taking you by the arms and hoisting you up. Cameron Cade shook you angrily, forcing the tears down your cheeks.
Cameron put you back on your feet just to suddenly take you by the throat. His fingers squeezed the side of your neck and pulled you to him. His greenish hazels were dark and felt soulless.
“Nah don’t cry now. Why’re you always playin’ with me, huh?!” Cameron yelled, “do you know how good things can be for you if you just listened to me? Let me call the shots, let me make the decisions. Y’know I loved that independent shit aboutchu’ but I thought I made it perfectly clear that it stops with me. But you love makin’ me angry, don’t you?”
You couldn’t speak, your breath slipping out by the seconds. Your hands clawed at his hand on your throat, teary eyes boring into his, you shook your head no.
Cameron pulled you even closer, lips brushing against yours. He whispered.
“No, I think you do, baby..” he softly pecked your dry lips, “I think you do. I think you love riling me up and makin’ me vulnerable”
You only shook your head no once again, somehow trying to convince him otherwise if it meant freeing you.
Air felt precious when Cameron finally dropped you, your body slumping against the metal desk, barely supporting yourself on your feet. His hand snatched his phone out of your grip and began searching.
You heard him chuckle but it was terrifying. “So you deleted everything? All of my shit?”
His questions were rhetorical but you still tried to plead with him. You shakily grabbed for his free hand and pressed pathetic kisses to the front of it. His gaze met yours.
“C-Cameron, I-I’m sorry, I’m r-really sorry, baby” you brokenly tried to say, “are you going to k-kill me?”
Suddenly like a switch, Cameron Cade was a new man. Placing his phone on the desk, he kneeled down to your level, his greenish hazels now soft and full of concern. He shook his head.
“No, baby, not at all” His lips found yours, “i would never.. you just know how short my fuse is but I’ll never hurt you” He kissed you again. “You just made a mistake and that’s okay.. now you gotta make it up to me”
He kissed you once again and with each time, you felt yourself melting into him. You had no energy to try to fight Cameron.
“I want a new video and you’re gonna make it for me, okay?”
You didn’t have a choice at all. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was propping his phone up and stripping you naked. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was splaying you on the desk, legs spread and thighs in his strong hold. You didn’t have a choice when Cameron Cade was pressing the head of his dick at your entrance and surging forward.
His pace was teasingly slow, his eyes transfixed between you two and watching his length slide in and out of you.
“Damn, I wish you could see this.. you’re so wet and so fuckin’ tight.. pussy squeezin’ the fuck outta me”
You mewled pathetically, tossing your head back. Cameron reached for his propped phone with the displayed flash and set his sights on where you two were connected. He groaned lowly at the sight.
The flash enhanced what Cameron Cade already saw: your wetness. Your juices were shining a coated trail on his bare cock, a now off white cream color appearing with the more he continued pushing and pulling.
With his phone in his dominant hand, Cameron grabbed your throat once more to anchor himself. His thrusts began picking up: sharper, harder, rougher, faster. Your body jolting, titties jutting up your chest.
You nodded eagerly, a whimper escaping past your lips with what you could since Cameron was choking you again.
“Mhm. Tell the camera, daddy wanna hear you say it”
The flash on his phone had you squinting, it was so fucking bright. Cameron pistoned his hips and fucked you harder.
“Gon’ ahead and say it, baby. You like when I’m deep inside of this pussy like this? Feelin’ me all in your stomach? Talk to the camera”
You bit your lip at the budding, intense pleasure coursing through your veins. It was making your brain short circuit, Cameron huffed when you didn’t respond.
His grip on your neck tightened, his thrusts now slowing. He made out your choked out whine, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“For an independent woman that you try to portray yourself as, you love to act real stupid. I asked you a fucking question. You must want for me to ruin your life and everything you have”
You shook your head vigorously, “n-no—“
“Then you better listen to me, girl, I’m not playin’ with you” Cameron huffed out once again, “talk to me, baby, let me hear somethin’.. I know you want to. You’re creamin’ on me somethin’ serious, this shit gotta feel good, don’t it?”
Somehow pushing your pride to the side, you nodded. “Yes, i-it feels so good, Cam”
Cameron smirked, now upping his pace. “Yeah? Where you feel me at?”
“My s-stomach.. you’re so deep.. you always are..” you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Cameron let out a groan of approval, the smirk on his face never leaving.
“There we go, that’s my baby” He pulled you closer by your throat and kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips and dancing with yours.
It was filthy and erotic.
“My own lil porn star” he pecked your lips, “be walkin’ around like you’re untouched and shit.. like niggas can’t look at you.. whole time, I’m the one knockin’ this pussy out the frame every night. Whole time, you’re lettin’ me do whatever I want to you. Ain’t that right?”
Feeling your orgasm impending, your legs circled his waist to keep him going. You needed it badly. Nodding your head, you cried out.
“Yes!”
“And who can touch you when I’m not touchin’ you?”
“Nobody!”
Cameron licked his lips, “yeah? This pussy mine?”
You nodded vigorously, eyes squeezing shut as the intense build of your orgasm was just on the brink. You prayed Cameron wouldn’t stop.
“You better fuckin’ know it, girl. You can let go, cum for me”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your throat burned from your scream, a white heat crawling up your spine, walls around Cameron’s length snapping and milking him.
It didn’t take long for Cameron’s release to show its face. He was right behind you, tipping the edge and spilling deep inside of you with a guttural groan.
He stayed seated in you for another minute before positioning his phone in between you again. The flash showed him slowly pulling out, his seed following suit out and pouring out of your canal. Cameron groaned in approval.
“Look at that.. you always take me so well, that’s all for me” His smile was sick once it met your eyes. What was even sicker was his fingers scooping the spend and pushing it back inside of you, you whimpered at the sensitive feeling.
Once the post orgasmic haze wore off, the tears were back in your eyes again. You watched Cameron get himself situated and slip his phone in his pocket. When he glanced at you, you couldn’t describe the look in his eyes.
He instead moved in closer and took your face in his hands. “Y’know ‘m gonna get my way with you every time. You’re not leaving me, you and I both know that”
All you could do was sob because he was right.
“And should I find out otherwise, you already know what’s happening with this video.. and the other ones..”
You felt yourself freeze, staring up at Cameron in mild shock. “Other ones?”
Cameron Cade chuckled. “You think the ones you deleted were all I had? You gotta be smarter than that, sweetheart. I record every moment we have, I can’t afford not to”
He sickly kissed you on the lips again.
“Like I said.. my own personal porn star.. just how I like it”
your legs trembled from being held open by cameron’s firm grip. your clit was overly sensitive from the endless rounds of pleasure, and the sticky warmth of his cum smeared between your thighs. you had no idea how long you’d been at it, how many times you’d both finished, or how many times he’d cum inside you.
“one more baby” cameron panted above you, his voice rough and strained
“cam-” you whined, your voice breaking
“you said that last time.” your hands weakly pushed at his chest, but there was no real fight in it. you were overstimulated, and yet the way his cock filled you, stretching you perfectly with every thrust, kept you wanting more. he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing messy, desperate kisses across your face, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck before moving down to your chest
his mouth was hot and wet, leaving a trail of saliva as he sucked and nipped at your skin, trying to soothe you through it. “Shh, I know, I know” he murmured against your collarbone. “You’re doin’ so good for me tho.” you squirmed beneath him, your hips twitching involuntarily as your body tried to escape the overwhelming sensation. every brush of his cock against your walls, every graze of your swollen clit against his pelvis, made you shudder. but to cameron, it was fucking adorable. he smirked down at you, his grip tightening on your thighs to keep you in place.
“Hey, stay still for me” he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice low and commanding.
you could feel his cock twitch inside you with every little wiggle of your hips, his own overstimulation clear in the way his breath hitched and his jaw clenched
“I can’t” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin “It’s too much, cam.” he groaned, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting, each movement slower now but just as deep “Fuck, I know it’s a lot” he rasped, his lips grazing your ear “But you feel so goddamn good. swear I could cum jus’ from this”
you could tell he was just as far gone as you were.. pussy drunk, lost in the way your pussy clenched around him, milking him for everything he had left. his cock was sensitive too, you could feel it in the way he shuddered with every thrust, the way his breath caught each time you squeezed around him. but neither of you would give in, not yet.
it was always like this with Cameron, pushing each other past the breaking point, testing how far you could go before one of you tapped out. and fuck, you loved it
“cam i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles
“Yeah? again?” he groaned as he picked up the pace, “c’mon, baby, gimme one more. let me feel you.” your hands slid down his back, nails raking across his skin.
“Fuck. Cam, I- I can’t hold it” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity
“Then don’t” he grunted, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, hungry kiss. his tongue pushed into your mouth “Let go for me” and that was all it took as another orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.
cameron groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you again, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.
for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, trembling, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you. his weight pressed down on you, but it was comforting.
finally, he lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. “Told you we could do one more” he teased, his voice hoarse. you let out a weak laugh, swatting at his chest. “You’re such an ass” you muttered, but there was no bite in it.
your body ached in the best way, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of pushing each other like this “love you too” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his side, pulling you into his chest. his arms wrapped around you, sticky skin n all, as he nuzzled into your hair. “think we broke a record this time.”
“yeah?” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck, already feeling the exhaustion. but even as your eyes started to drift shut, you knew it wouldn’t be long before one of you started pushing again.
your legs trembled from being held open by cameron’s firm grip. your clit was overly sensitive from the endless rounds of pleasure, and the sticky warmth of his cum smeared between your thighs. you had no idea how long you’d been at it, how many times you’d both finished, or how many times he’d cum inside you.
“one more baby” cameron panted above you, his voice rough and strained
“cam-” you whined, your voice breaking
“you said that last time.” your hands weakly pushed at his chest, but there was no real fight in it. you were overstimulated, and yet the way his cock filled you, stretching you perfectly with every thrust, kept you wanting more. he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing messy, desperate kisses across your face, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck before moving down to your chest
his mouth was hot and wet, leaving a trail of saliva as he sucked and nipped at your skin, trying to soothe you through it. “Shh, I know, I know” he murmured against your collarbone. “You’re doin’ so good for me tho.” you squirmed beneath him, your hips twitching involuntarily as your body tried to escape the overwhelming sensation. every brush of his cock against your walls, every graze of your swollen clit against his pelvis, made you shudder. but to cameron, it was fucking adorable. he smirked down at you, his grip tightening on your thighs to keep you in place.
“Hey, stay still for me” he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice low and commanding.
you could feel his cock twitch inside you with every little wiggle of your hips, his own overstimulation clear in the way his breath hitched and his jaw clenched
“I can’t” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin “It’s too much, cam.” he groaned, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting, each movement slower now but just as deep “Fuck, I know it’s a lot” he rasped, his lips grazing your ear “But you feel so goddamn good. swear I could cum jus’ from this”
you could tell he was just as far gone as you were.. pussy drunk, lost in the way your pussy clenched around him, milking him for everything he had left. his cock was sensitive too, you could feel it in the way he shuddered with every thrust, the way his breath caught each time you squeezed around him. but neither of you would give in, not yet.
it was always like this with Cameron, pushing each other past the breaking point, testing how far you could go before one of you tapped out. and fuck, you loved it
“cam i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles
“Yeah? again?” he groaned as he picked up the pace, “c’mon, baby, gimme one more. let me feel you.” your hands slid down his back, nails raking across his skin.
“Fuck. Cam, I- I can’t hold it” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity
“Then don’t” he grunted, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, hungry kiss. his tongue pushed into your mouth “Let go for me” and that was all it took as another orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.
cameron groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you again, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.
for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, trembling, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you. his weight pressed down on you, but it was comforting.
finally, he lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. “Told you we could do one more” he teased, his voice hoarse. you let out a weak laugh, swatting at his chest. “You’re such an ass” you muttered, but there was no bite in it.
your body ached in the best way, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of pushing each other like this “love you too” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his side, pulling you into his chest. his arms wrapped around you, sticky skin n all, as he nuzzled into your hair. “think we broke a record this time.”
“yeah?” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck, already feeling the exhaustion. but even as your eyes started to drift shut, you knew it wouldn’t be long before one of you started pushing again.
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“Damn baby, why didn’t you tell me you had all this good pussy?”
Cameron mumbled against your bare leg that were currently hiked over his broad shoulder, his voice dripping with admiration a lot sweeter than the way he was fucking you.
The question was rhetorical but emphasised just how much he was enjoying being inside of you.
Goosebumps broke all over the surface of your flushed and damp skin, choking on a whiny moan as your cunt tightly squeezed and pulsated around him. The throbbing sent a shiver down the length of his spine and settled in his bones. A flurry of chopped sobs poured from your mouth as your climax began to climb. You were so close. And he could feel it all.
You would have tried to answer his question but in truth - you didn’t know how to.
The two of you met during freshman in college - sharing the same physiotherapy classes and the two of you instantly clicked. When he first approached you - you couldn’t believe that he’d even talk to you. When you first arrived on campus, his name was uttered in every corner. He was the person to know because of his projected career. You had wanted to keep away from him - you didn’t like attention being drawn to you at all but Cameron just had to be enrolled on your course.
Even worse, he came to sit next to you.
You stilled at just making eye contact with him. Low sitting blue eyes, dimples deep as he smiled, rosy lips begging for attention and from his seated position alone you could tell that he was tall. He made sure that you couldn’t ignore him and you hated that fell for his charm, hook, line and sinker.
The attraction was shared and the chemistry intensified with each interaction but nothing ever came off it.
Football. Girlfriends. Endorsements. A great rookie career - all of it got in the way.
So friendship is what you settled for and you were grateful just to be a part of his journey.
Unfortunately for you, he was relentless. The friendship status did not matter to him at all and Cameron steadily flirted with you like the devil of temptation resided in his flesh. Always hanging around, giving you his undivided attention when you were close. Treating you just on the edges of a girlfriend, yet always teasing the word ‘friend’ in front of you. You always let it wash over you because being close to him in any capacity was worth it.
That attraction however, could not be denied and could not be hidden. And he’d picked up on it and he played with it - he played with you. He enjoyed teasing you. Kissing you on the neck, hands on your lower waist as he moved past you, hugs that lingered. Girlfriends be damned - you were the apple of his eye even if you denied what you were to him.
So that was how you found yourself in his penthouse - on a supposed regular night in with your best friend on his days off. So how you ended up in your current predicament was unbeknownst to you.
A movie, typical gossip, a game of tease.
From there all it took was a kiss.
A soft brush of your lips when he leaned down above you, whispering teasingly against your lips, fingers underneath your chin before gripping your jaw so that you couldn’t shift your eye contact away from him. So that he could see all of that want dripping out of your eyes.
“Do it.” You dared him.
And it was no surprise that he listened.
You had been so determined not to fall into his orbit and now you were on your back, sweating out your hairstyle, tank top ripped and panties pulled to the side as he manhandled you in every way. Your pussy stretched out and creaming around the thickest dick you’ve ever had in your life as you moaned in bliss. Fuck, you loved every second of it.
Cameron’s thrusts were deliciously brutal, his hips snapped into yours as your legs hang over his shoulders. He fucked you like you were a bitch in heat and you sounded just like one. Your mouth dropped open as your cries and whines could not be contained, sounding real pretty for him.
He breathed heavily through his nose at the sight your cream coating the length of his dick. Cam wedged his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and gripped tight. He used your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper.
The heat of the bedroom was making you delirious as much as the way his fat mushroom tip was pushing against your softest spots. You were so loud and Cameron drank all of your sounds by shushing you with rough kisses.
The wet clapping emitting from where your bodies connected was getting so loud, Cameron had to look down. His loud moan barely registered through the fog clouding your senses.
“You’re sooo fucking wet baby. Gushing all that good shit all over me, fuuuccckkk.”
You were looking up at him, doe eyed, a soft crease pinching in-between your eyebrows with your teeth biting onto your bottom lip as you tried to control it. He was hitting all of your good spots and it was so intense, it sat like a weight on your chest.
Then, Cameron pushed your legs back so that your knees were touching your ears and he moved to hover directly above you. He used his upper body to contort you into the perfect position for him - ready for his taking and you were in awe with how it left you feeling. The weight of pleasure sinking into your bones, deeper and deeper.
“O-oooh!” You gasped as you pulled on the sheets underneath your fingertips.
His beautiful, blue eyes never left your face as he watched your pretty face surrender into the pleasure he was delivering. Your eyebrows drew together tighter, as if you were about to cry, your lips forming into an ‘o’ form as he slowed down his strokes, letting you enjoy the feel of him. Inch by inch.
Soft curves and hard muscles colliding into each other. Naked,skin on skin - still, felt like there was a barrier between the two of you. The thought slamming into you, nothing will ever be enough, you will always want more. Cameron groaned as he felt the pain of your nails breaking into the skin of his back as you unintentionally brought him closer.
You were begging for him without words and that caused him to smirk in satisfaction. Cameron couldn’t believe you had been keeping this type of connection away from him. The type of connection that quenched your thirst but left you famished for more.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling fingers tracing his bottom lip, tugging it free from his teeth. He placed a tender kiss on the inside pad of your thumb before his eyes drew back to where your bodies connected. The sight of it caused all of his blood to soar down to his aching dick.
Slathered all over his base was milky white. It built up generously and it accumulated so much the flapping wetness caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He couldn’t believe you’d ever get this wet.
“Yeahhh mamas, I can’t believe she’s this wet for me …”
Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slammed back in, the wetness drawing a delicious drag with drag. He threw his head back as a deep groan left him. The sound was so primal it sent nasty shivers down your spine and settled in your pelvis.
But you didn’t move your hand away from his pelvis as he was folding you even deeper. In fact, Cameron, lowered his upper body until he was completely folded over yours. His pelvis ground against your clit, his trimmed hair brushing your clit - hard.
Cameron was wild in his lust.
He sucked bruising kisses into your neck, his tongue trailed hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It was all consuming, overwhelming. His long tongue flattened against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth which made you lightheaded.
Blood rushed to your ears as he ground his hips up again, hammering away at that spot inside you but not enough to make you cross eyed and your hand pressed on his abdomen.
Cameron kept his eyes on as you gasped desperately. Your eyes closed as he nipped at your bottom lip which caused you to sigh softly. His tongue darted out and soothed the sting of your bite before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed, “Move that hand, baby.”
You didn’t move your hand but he did it for you. He grabbed your wrist and trapped it above your head as he drilled into you. Your mind was mush the more he thrusted into you so you didn’t even try to think straight. Cameron was so caught up in the moment - not just from the heat of your pussy but how tight and how creamy you were.
Letting out a string of swears, Cameron captured them by bringing your mouth into another overwhelming kiss. His cock aching whilst he swallowed your wails as you twitched and ached around him.
Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Cam gave another harsh yet hard roll of his hips into your swollen opening while he was battering at that tender spot inside of you and then … you were coming.
And fuck! You were coming, hard. Your nails clawed at Cam’s rigged muscles as a swarm of stars completely eclipsed your vision whilst your body went into shock with wave after wave of vicious pleasure.
Your wails were so loud, you struggled to recognise your voice. But Cameron had a clear view to the ecstasy flooding your face he pumped his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s it, babygirl … I love the way you’re cumming all over me…”
Tears spilled from your eyes and you were close to passing out when Cam dropped his head into your chest and took one of your swollen nipples into his mouth, his thrusts slowing down in tempo as he shot his cum deep inside of your heat with a muffled groan.
He filled you up to the brim and then popped out your nipple out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
The both of you were riddled with tiredness, thighs were killing you, and your body was trembling like a leaf but a grin had etched onto your lips regardless as Cameron placed calming kisses everywhere his lips could touch.
He slowly pulled out, warm yet concerned eyes checking over you for any sign of discomfort as you basked in the glow of the aftermath. Your eyes closed as you sank into the softness of the blankets beneath you. You left his kisses on your cheeks in the tender way that you’d grown accustomed to.
“You okay sweet girl? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, baby. I’m good.” You shook your head as you hummed in satisfaction. You felt him shift away from the bed, leaving you in your peaceful lonesome until you felt him wipe you down gently with a wet towel. You heard a thud as he tossed to rag onto on the floor when he was done.
You felt the bed dip beside you before Cameron slipped up behind you. Your hands reached behind you and brought him closer with a soft hum. You had crossed that line in your friendship and you couldn’t process what it meant for the future for the both of you. But you’d bask in whatever this moment meant for you.
Cameron nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “We’ll never just be friends after this.” He mumbled.
He was right about that. Nothing would ever be the same.
your legs trembled from being held open by cameron’s firm grip. your clit was overly sensitive from the endless rounds of pleasure, and the sticky warmth of his cum smeared between your thighs. you had no idea how long you’d been at it, how many times you’d both finished, or how many times he’d cum inside you.
“one more baby” cameron panted above you, his voice rough and strained
“cam-” you whined, your voice breaking
“you said that last time.” your hands weakly pushed at his chest, but there was no real fight in it. you were overstimulated, and yet the way his cock filled you, stretching you perfectly with every thrust, kept you wanting more. he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing messy, desperate kisses across your face, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck before moving down to your chest
his mouth was hot and wet, leaving a trail of saliva as he sucked and nipped at your skin, trying to soothe you through it. “Shh, I know, I know” he murmured against your collarbone. “You’re doin’ so good for me tho.” you squirmed beneath him, your hips twitching involuntarily as your body tried to escape the overwhelming sensation. every brush of his cock against your walls, every graze of your swollen clit against his pelvis, made you shudder. but to cameron, it was fucking adorable. he smirked down at you, his grip tightening on your thighs to keep you in place.
“Hey, stay still for me” he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice low and commanding.
you could feel his cock twitch inside you with every little wiggle of your hips, his own overstimulation clear in the way his breath hitched and his jaw clenched
“I can’t” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin “It’s too much, cam.” he groaned, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting, each movement slower now but just as deep “Fuck, I know it’s a lot” he rasped, his lips grazing your ear “But you feel so goddamn good. swear I could cum jus’ from this”
you could tell he was just as far gone as you were.. pussy drunk, lost in the way your pussy clenched around him, milking him for everything he had left. his cock was sensitive too, you could feel it in the way he shuddered with every thrust, the way his breath caught each time you squeezed around him. but neither of you would give in, not yet.
it was always like this with Cameron, pushing each other past the breaking point, testing how far you could go before one of you tapped out. and fuck, you loved it
“cam i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles
“Yeah? again?” he groaned as he picked up the pace, “c’mon, baby, gimme one more. let me feel you.” your hands slid down his back, nails raking across his skin.
“Fuck. Cam, I- I can’t hold it” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity
“Then don’t” he grunted, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, hungry kiss. his tongue pushed into your mouth “Let go for me” and that was all it took as another orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.
cameron groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you again, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.
for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, trembling, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you. his weight pressed down on you, but it was comforting.
finally, he lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. “Told you we could do one more” he teased, his voice hoarse. you let out a weak laugh, swatting at his chest. “You’re such an ass” you muttered, but there was no bite in it.
your body ached in the best way, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of pushing each other like this “love you too” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his side, pulling you into his chest. his arms wrapped around you, sticky skin n all, as he nuzzled into your hair. “think we broke a record this time.”
“yeah?” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck, already feeling the exhaustion. but even as your eyes started to drift shut, you knew it wouldn’t be long before one of you started pushing again.
