Y/n slump on the edge of Tyriq's massive king-sized bed in his sleek LA condo, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows like they're mocking her. It's been a whole month of this bullshitâhim jetting off to red carpets, promo tours for that damn movie Reminds of Him, fashion weeks, parties, talk shows. And Y/n?
Stuck there, shopping alone, hitting the movies by herself, sleeping in that cold-ass bed without him. Women throwing themselves at him left and right, and he just stands there, smiling that killer grin. Interviewers ask, 'You seeing anybody, Tyriq?' and he hits 'em with a smooth 'No' every time. Then the flirting? With his co-star, hanging all over him? It boils her blood. At 5'8, brown skin glowing under the soft lamp light, her arm and leg tattoos peeking out from under his tee, but right now, she feel invisible.
The door clicks open, and there he isâTyriq Withers, her boyfriend, looking drained in his fitted black tee and jeans, shoulders slumped from whatever Hollywood grind he's been on. He drops his keys on the counter, eyes lighting up when he sees me. âHey, baby, missed you.â But sheâs done. She stands up, arms crossed. âYou too friendly, Tyriq. I'm so tired and lonely.â
He groans, rubbing his face. âWhat? Come on, Y/n/n, I just wanna cuddle. Iâm tired as fuck.â But it erupts from there, words flying like knives. âYou ain't shit! I'm so tired of sharing you with every bitch from here to Hollywood!â Tears stream down her face, hot and unstoppable. He softens, stepping closer, his dark eyes searching hers. âYou not sharing me. Where this coming from? I only sleep with you. I only go on dates with you. I come home to you! I only love you.â
âI'm going home,â she snapped, yanking her suitcase from the closet, ripping open drawers and stuffing in her clothesâbras, panties, jeansâhands shaking. âTired of sitting in this house waiting for you to come back from shit I couldn't even attend because of your excuses. Tired of being left alone. Tired of not being acknowledged.â Sobs choke her as she zips a pocket.
âYou not going nowhere,â he says, voice firm. âI booked your flight hereâhow you gon' get home?â
âNigga, I'll walk if it means getting away from you,â she fires back, wiping tears aggressively, her lips twisted in pain.
He steps in, hands up like he's calming a storm. âCome on! You don't need to be in the media. Watched by everyone. I'm protecting you!â
âI don't want the attention, but it'd be nice if my boyfriend wasn't so damn friendly and at least acknowledged he's seeing someone!â She cries harder. ââOh, Tyriq, you seeing anybody?â And you smile and say no, letting your co-star hang all over you, flirt, and let mothafuckers run a different narrative.â
He just stares, guilt etching his handsome face, that light skin flushing. âWhat, bro?â She yells, chest heaving.
Then he moves fast, grabbing her wrists, pulling her against his hard body. Her packing stops dead. He forces her hand down, palming his dick through his jeansâit's already swelling, thick and insistent under her fingers. âThis is yours. Only for you. Only you get this dick, baby. I don't want nobody but you, and neither does he.â It twitches, growing harder, and heat floods her core despite the anger.
His lips crash onto her neck, sucking and kissing, sending shivers down her spine. âI'm sorry, I love you. I'll tell the world about us right now if it means you won't walk away. From me. From what we built.â He whispers hot against her skin, and sheâs trembling, weak, her grip tightening on his dick as he grinds into her palm.
Out of nowhere, he scoops her up like she weighs nothing, her long legs wrapping around him instinctively. She squeals holding on tight. He drops her to the bed, then he yanks up the tee sheâs wearing, his most likelyâno panties, just her bare, wet pussy exposed, dripping for him already. He drops to his knees on the plush rug, burying his face between her thighs.
His tongue dives deep, nasty and hungry, lapping at her folds, slurping up her juices like he's starved. âBae, I'm sorry,â he growls between licks, his breath hot on her clit.
âPussy so good, mamas. You think I want somebody else?â He pulls back just enough to watch her pussy leak, strings of arousal dripping down her thighs. âGot my own water park. My own water supply. I can eat this pussy for days.â Two fingers plunge inside her, curling hard, pumping fast while his mouth sucks on her clit.
She a wreck, moaning loud, hips bucking. âTyriq... fuck...â He sucks each lip, letting go with wet pops that make her clench and drip more. Her first orgasm hits like a wave, body shaking as she cums on his tongue. He doesn't stopâkeeps fingering, sucking, until she cums again, then a third time, thighs quivering around his head, her thick body arching off the bed edge.
Gasping, she pushes him back, yanking his jeans open. His cock springs freeâlight, red tip dripping precum, long, thick, veiny, so pretty it makes her mouth water. She drops to her knees, swallowing him whole, tears still in her eyes from the fight, mixing with the drool as she deepthroats him. Her hands twist at the base, two-fisted grip working him.
âThere's my baby. Look at you, swallowing this big dick. It's yours, mamas. Yeah, eat that dick up, girl.â He praises, gathering her hair into a ponytail, guiding her head. She looks up through wet lashes, throat bulging around his length.
âCan't nobody deep throat this dick like you, baby. Don't nobody look this pretty on their knees for me.â He whimpers, hips thrusting, fucking into her throat, making her gag hard, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth.
She rolls her eyes, teasing with a graze of teeth, and he grabs her throat, squeezing just right, choking her as he slams deeper. âStop playing with me. We making up. Let me love you.â She nods, relaxing, letting him throat fuck her raw, his balls slapping her chin.
He groans loud, body tensing. âFuck, Y/n/n... take it...â Hot cum floods her throat, thick ropes she swallows greedily, milking him dry with her mouth. He pulls out slow, strings of spit and cum connecting them, his cock still twitching.
But he's not doneâeyes dark with possession, he hauls her up, positioning her on the bed, his hard dick already swelling again against her thigh.
His eyes lock on her, dark and hungry, as he spreads her long legs wide on the bed, her brown skin flushed and slick with sweat. That thick, veiny dickâstill hard from her throat, tip red and glisteningâpresses against her dripping pussy lips. âGonna fuck you now, mamas,â he growls low, voice rough from his release. âShow you this dick only wants you.â
She nods, breathless, her tattoos shifting as her chest heaves. He pushes in slow, inch by fat inch, stretching her walls until sheâs full, that dick bottoming out deep inside her. âFuck, Tyriq,â she whimpers, nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching up to meet him. He starts thrustingâhard but slow, deliberate, each drag pulling her juices along his shaft, slamming back in with a wet smack that echoes in the room.
Missionary like this, his body hovering over hers, she feels every vein pulsing against her insides, his balls slapping her ass softly with each deep plunge. The city lights flicker outside, but she sees is himâskin glowing, muscles flexing as he grinds into her, building that tension coiling tight in her gut. âYou feel that, baby? This pussy gripping me so tight,â he pants, lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
Her moans spill out, raw and needy, as he pounds deeper, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll. âYes, daddy... fuck me...â Tension snapsâshe cums hard, body trembling under him, pussy clenching around his dick like a vice, squirting a little mess onto his thighs. He doesn't stop, keeps that slow rhythm, drawing it out until sheâs shaking, tears pricking her eyes again from the intensity.
âNot done yet,â he murmurs, pulling out with a slick pop, cream coating his dick thick and white. He flips her quick onto her stomach, yanking her hips up into doggy. Y/nâs knees sink into the mattress, ass high, pussy exposed and leaking. He slides back in from behind, slow and deep again, filling her completelyâ so full it steals her breath. âGoddamn, Y/n/n... this ass, this pussy... mine.â
His hands grip her hips, thumbs digging into the tattooed skin as he thrusts, each one pulling strangled moans from her throat. Y/n whimpers, face buried in the pillow, the angle letting him hit deeper, his dick dragging against Y/nâs walls like it's claiming every inch. He's whimpering too, low and desperate, hips snapping forward with that urgent control. âFuck... so good...â
He pulls her body up suddenly, back flush against his chest, one arm banding around Y/nâs waist, the other hand sliding between her thighs to rub her clit. The new angle has him digging even deeper, dick spearing relentlessly. His lips find her ear, voice a possessive whisper. âYou still gon' leave me, baby? After this?â
âN-No!â I struggle to get it out, moans choking as his fingers circle her swollen clit, thrusts never faltering. Pressure builds fastâtoo fastâand she cums again, hard, body convulsing in his hold, pussy gushing around him. âMmmmm fuck Daddy!â She whimpers, legs quivering, barely holding herself up.
He groans, pulling out slow, his dick a creamy mess from her release, strings of cum dripping down his length. Before Y/n can catch her breath, he flips her onto her back again, folding those thick legs up to her chest, knees by her ears. He slides back in close, body covering mine, grunting right in her ear as he starts poundingâdeep, filthy thrusts that make the bed creak. âFuck... shit, baby... this pussy...â
He's whimpering like hell now, voice breaking with each slam. âOh baby... I love you and this pussy so much, don't leave me. Please, mamas. Oh fuck please.â His words hit harder than his dick, mixing with the wet sounds of them fucking, his sweat dripping onto her skin.
She keeps cumming, waves crashing one after another, walls fluttering around him. âOuuu fuck Tyriq! Mmm daddy, right there.â Voice is wrecked, hands clawing at his back, pulling him closer.
He latches onto a titty, mouth hot and fierce, sucking the hard nipple deep, tongue licking circles before biting down just enough to sting. He switches to the flesh around it, nipping and sucking marks into the brown skin. âI'm gonna cum, baby. Is that okay? Can I cum please? God, I love you and only you.â He growls against her breast, thrusts turning erratic.
âYes, baby. Give it to me. Fill me up please,â she whimpers, locking her ankles behind him, urging him deeper.
He buries himself to the hilt, groaning loud as hot cum erupts inside, flooding her pussy in thick spurts. She feels it all, pulsing and warm, pushing Y/n over the edge one last time. They collapse together, his weight comforting now, both panting in the dim light.
After a while, he rolls us so she lies on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her slick back. âI'm sorry, baby. For real. I was protecting us, but I get it nowâyou need to know you're mine, feel it as well.â They talk it out soft, jealousy spilling, his promises solid. âNo more hiding. I'll shout it from the rooftops.â
Exhaustion hits, and Y/n drifts off on his chest, his heartbeat lulling, skin warm against hers.
Sunlight filters through the cabin's wooden slats in Colorado, casting warm patterns on the worn floorboards. A year has woven itself into her life like threads of quiet resilienceâno more chases, no shadows lurking. NolĂĄna cradles her three-month-old son, Jaden, by the window, his tiny mouth latched to her breast, suckling with rhythmic pulls that send a soft ache through her. The milk flows steady, his dark curlsâmirrors of her ownâbrushing her skin as he nurses, light eyes heavy with contentment.
She hums at first, then lets the words spill out, her voice a gentle melody over the crackle of the fireplace. âYour skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones... Turn into something beautiful. You know, you know I love you so, you know I love you so.â The lyrics from Coldplay's 'Yellow' wrap around them, a lullaby born from her soul. Jaden's pulls slow, his body going milk-drunk, lashes fluttering shut as sleep claims him.
NolĂĄna's mind drifts, tracing the path that's brought her here. From the red carpet chaos, the gunfire echoing in her nightmares, to the hospital vigil where Jackson fought hard. She quit music months agoâtoo many bad memories tangled in the notes, the stages stained with blood and betrayal. No more spotlights; this life, hidden and whole, suits her now. Jaden's weight in her arms grounds her, a future unmarred by the past.
âYou look like your daddy,â she whispers, tracing his plump cheek with a fingertip, her heart swelling at the resemblanceâthe strong jawline already hinting, the same intense gaze when he's awake.
The cabin creaks, a familiar shift in the floor, and she looks up. Jackson stands in the doorway, fresh from chopping wood outside, sweats clinging to his broad frame, flannel shirt open over a white tee. Scars peek from his collar, reminders of that night, but his eyes shine clear, unburdened.
âHe better look like me,â he says, walking up with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes.
She beams, shifting Jaden carefully. âOh hush, you know this is your twin.â Laughter bubbles from her, light and free, as he reaches them.
Jackson sits beside her on the couch, the cushions dipping under his weight. âMy beautiful wife and son.â He leans in, kissing her lipsâsoft, lingering, tasting of pine and home. She melts into it, one hand cupping his jaw, the other steadying their boy.
Her gaze drops to her left hand, the diamond ring catching the lightâa simple band of gold etched with their initials, slipped on her finger six months ago in a quiet ceremony by the lake. Jackson had been discharged from the DSS, forced to retire early after the shooting shredded his lung and nicked his spine. Physical therapy dragged on, but he pushed through, trading badges for this: mornings with an axe, afternoons building Jaden's crib with his own hands. He didn't care about the desk job they'd offered; he had reasons to live now, fierce and unbreakable.
âI'm so glad you're alive,â she whispers, voice thick, pulling back to search his face.
âYou weren't getting rid of me that easy, baby.â He laughs low, warm, and gently takes Jaden from her arms, cradling the sleeping infant against his chest. With careful steps, he lays him in the bassinet near the arm of the couch, tucking a soft blanket around the tiny form.
NolĂĄna settles between Jackson's legs as he sits back, her back to his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist. She nestles in, head on his shoulder, his chin resting atop her hair. The fire pops softly, the world outside hushed under snow.
âI love you, NolĂĄna Brooks,â he murmurs, lips brushing her temple, hands splaying over her belly where life once grew.
âI love you too, Jackson Brooks,â she replies, turning her face to kiss him again, deep and sure, their breaths mingling in the peace they've carved from the storm.
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Sirens wail through the storm as police cruisers crunch up the snow-packed drive, lights flashing red and blue against the cabin's dark facade. The team's already gathered in the main roomâAnderson barking orders, Roman securing the perimeter, Josh and Miriam huddled with flashlightsâwhen the officers burst in, weapons drawn, voices overlapping in urgent questions. Jackson emerges from his room, arm throbbing but hidden under his sleeve, NolĂĄna trailing close, her face pale, eyes red-rimmed.
One cop spots the blood trail from the kitchen, calls it in: "We got a body." Chaos swellsâmedics rushing Tela's form, sheets pulled over, the metallic tang of blood mixing with whiskey fumes. NolĂĄna freezes at the edge, but Jackson steers her to the couch, his good arm around her shoulders.
That's when she sees it: the dark stain seeping through his shirt, the way he favors his left side. "You're hit," she whispers, voice cracking, hands reaching for his sleeve before he can pull away.
"It's nothing," he mutters, but she yanks the fabric up, exposing the jagged graze along his bicepâred, raw, but shallow.
"Baby, just let me hold you." His voice drops low, adrenaline crashing, heart pounding visible at his throat, hands trembling as the high fades. He sags against the wall, the weight of the night hitting.
She doesn't listen, bolting to the bathroom for the first-aid kit, peroxide fizzing as she dabs the wound, her touch firm despite the shake in her fingers. "My arm is fine, just a graze. Baby, please." He reaches for her waist, trying to draw her close, but she swats his hand gently, wrapping gauze tight.
"What happened?" she asks, tears welling as she ties off the bandage, her gaze locking on his.
"Tela... she was... She's gone." The words hang heavy, his jaw clenching.
"What?" NolĂĄna's sob rips out, body folding as reality slams home.
He could shield her from the uglier truth, let her grieve the friend she knew. But lies fracture worse in this life. He fesses up, voice steady despite the ache. "She was involved, NolĂĄna. Betrayed you out of jealousy. Hired the muscle to get to you."
Her breath hitches, amid the swirl of uniforms and questions, the team is clustered by the fireplace, faces grim as police cordon off the kitchen. Jackson pulls her onto the couch beside him, the group turning as one.
"Tela?" Josh echoes, disbelief twisting his features. Miriam gasps, hand to mouth; Anderson's fists ball; Roman stares at the floor.
NolĂĄna's beyond sick, stomach churning, a wave of nausea hitting as Jackson lays it outâher drunken confession, the jealousy festering for years, the online contact promising escape from the shadows of NolĂĄna's fame. "You mean to tell me my best friend since I was five was so jealous she signed my life away to some man she met online!" NolĂĄna's voice rises, raw and breaking, tears streaming.
"She thought the plan was to just kidnap you for ransom... so she gave him insights about everythingânot knowing he already had a plan of his own." Jackson keeps it measured, his bandaged arm brushing hers.
"Wait, so what about the group? The Silence Keepers or whateverâhow are they involved?" she presses, wiping her face, the team leaning in.
"Whoever this person is may be using them as a cover. We need to tap into Tela's phone to find out who she was talking to." His laptop's already open, DSS boss on Zoomâ a stern woman in a crisp suit, screen flickering in the low light. The room quiets, all eyes on the call.
NolĂĄna goes silent, sick, disgusted, the betrayal twisting like a knife. "I took care of her. Got her help when life wasn't so kind. Gave her a job. I paid her well! Gave her everything! And she threw that away because she was jealous. And gave this man my entire life to kidnap me!" She cries out, pacing now, voice echoing off the logs.
Miriam's there by then, arm extended. "NolĂĄna, sit please."
"No! I cried to her scared too many nights! I'm stressed! Scared! My hair is falling out, my cycle is all fucking off! I'm gaining and losing weight! She gave him access to me! Signed my life away on a contract she didn't even read! And now you mean to tell me he won't stop until the job is done?!?" Her sobs shake her frame, the team frozen in shared horrorâJosh's eyes downcast, Anderson's jaw set.
Jackson's boss chimes in, voice cutting through. "We can bring in the leader of The Silence Keepers. If Tela was talking to just one man, chances are it's a rogue member using this group as a cover-up."
NolĂĄna sighs, deflating, wiping tears with her sleeve. "I have to call her mom."
"Want me to come with you?" Jackson asks, standing to follow.
"No, I'll take Anderson. You get that arm fixed up." She walks off, shoulders slumped, Anderson nodding. "I got her, boss," he says, trailing her to a quiet side room.
NolĂĄna dials with shaking fingers, the phone pressed to her ear as Anderson stands guard by the door. It rings twice before Evelyn picks up, voice warm and weary, the woman who's been like a mother since NolĂĄna's own passed a decade agoâholidays shared, advice over late-night talks, Evelyn treating her like the daughter she never had alongside Tela.
"NolĂĄna? Baby, it's lateâwhatâs wrong?"
The words stick at first, a lump in her throat. "Mama... it's about Tela. There's been an accident. She's... she's gone."
Silence stretches, then a gasp, Evelyn's breath hitching. "What? No, honey, tell me you're wrong. My girlâ"
"I'm so sorry. It happened tonight, at the cabin. Attackers... she got caught in it." NolĂĄna chokes on the half-truth, tears fresh. "Police are here. I... I don't know how to say this, but she was mixed up in something. Bad people targeting me, and she... she helped them, out of jealousy. I didn't know."
Evelyn's sob cracks through the line, raw and guttural. "Jealous? My Tela? She loved you like a sisterâ"
"She did, I know. But it ate at her. The fame, the life. She signed something online, thought it was just a scare. Mama, I gave her everythingâjob, home, family. Why?" NolĂĄna's voice breaks, leaning into Anderson's steady presence as he squeezes her shoulder.
"Oh, God... my baby. What did I miss? You two, always so close..." Evelyn weeps, the sound gutting NolĂĄna deeper. "I need to see her."
âWe'll handle it. Come to LA soon. I'm here, Evelyn. Whatever you need." They cling to the line, sharing grief in fragmented wordsâmemories of Tela's laugh, childhood summersâuntil Evelyn hangs, promising to fly out. NolĂĄna slides down the wall, Anderson helping her up, the weight crushing.
Tela's funeral is a quiet affairâsmall graveside in the rain, Evelyn clinging to NolĂĄna under black umbrellas, the team scattered in suits, faces drawn. Back at the LA home, fortified now with DSS sweeps and new locks, the air hangs heavy with loss. Jackson's arm's healed to a scar, but the tension lingers, NolĂĄna quieter, her sketches abandoned.
In the study, Jackson's on Zoom with his team and the Silence Keepers' leader, Marshallâa grizzled man in his fifties, salt-and-pepper beard, eyes sharp from years in the shadows. The group's reformed under new leadership five years back, pivoted from violence to community aid, no hits on celebs like NolĂĄna.
"We ain't that kind of outfit anymore," Marshall says, leaning into the camera. "But we had a problem child. Let him go last year. Made advances on the women, flew into rages when shut down, always pushing to drag us back to the old waysâblood and control."
"Do you know his name?" Jackson asks, notebook open.
"Went by Donte Hall. Ex-military, special forces dropout. Troubled, that one."
Jackson's higher-up nods on split-screen. "That's the profile name Tela was in contact with. I doubt this picture is even him. Ex-military? He's a serious threat."
Marshall agrees. "Seems he may have a personal connection to your asset. Give her the profile." The screen shares a grainy photoâstocky build, buzz cut, eyes hollowâalong with aliases and a scarred military record.
The next day, the team's assembled in the living roomâNolĂĄna on the couch, knees drawn; Miriam, George, Josh across from her; Anderson and Roman by the windows. Jackson delivers the profile.
NolĂĄna's face drains of color, hand to mouth. "Tell me who," Jackson says, voice gentle but firm.
"Itâs Harrison Dymiko." Her whisper cuts the room.
Miriam groans. "No." George and Josh stare, exchanging looks.
"What? Somebody tell me who this man was!" Jackson demands, turning to them.
"Her security and chauffeur before we hired Anderson and Roman," George says. "The guy was fucking nuts, but they told us he was locked away."
"Obsessed with NolĂĄna," Miriam adds, voice tight. "Obsessed ain't even the word," Josh mutters.
"Why wasn't this brought up before?" Jackson's tone sharpens, frustration edging in.
"Because police checked him firstâhe was locked away according to them," George defends.
"He made NolĂĄna so uncomfortable, and when she rejected him fully, finally? He went crazy. Tore up the house completely. So he was fired, we moved her here three years ago. Restraining order, everything." Miriam fills in, the pieces clicking for Jackson.
NolĂĄna bolts then, hand over mouth, dashing to the bathroom. Retching echoes, and she returns pale, crying. "I can't do this. Why is he back?"
Jackson's already typing on his laptop, pulling records. "Seems after he was fired, he got into serious financial troubleâblacklisted from security gigs. That paired with his obsession... seems his personality split. Half of him loves her still. Other half is still mad at her for the rejection and firing and blacklisting him."
NolĂĄna sighs, sinking back. "Now what?"
"Since he's ex-military and tied to cultist groups, finding him won't be easy." Jackson closes the screen, eyes on her.
She stands abruptly, walking away toward her room, the door clicking soft behind her. Jackson follows without a word, knocking once before entering. She's on the bed, knees up, staring at the wall, the vulnerability cracking her armor.
He sits beside her, hand on her knee. "We'll get him. I promise." But the threat's closer now, personal, and the air thickens with unspoken fear.
A month slips by in tense quietâno notes slipped under doors, no shadows trailing the car, no calls lighting up the burner phones. Jackson doesn't ease up, chasing every lead: cross-referencing Harrison Dymiko's aliases through DSS databases, tailing old associates from his military days, even infiltrating dark web forums where ex-cult chatter festers. The LA home feels like a fortress nowâcameras whirring, patrols doubledâbut the stillness gnaws at him, a predator's pause before the strike. NolĂĄna throws herself into rehearsals, her voice a weapon against the fear, but the nausea hits her in waves, chalked up to stress, her cycle erratic.
Grammy weekend arrives, the city buzzing with glamour and hype. NolĂĄna's up for Album of the Year, her raw tracks about love and survival hitting charts like thunder. She craves normalâone night to shine without the weight. The team relents after Jackson's briefing: full DSS escort, panic bracelet locked on her wrist, no solo moments. But his gut twists; quiet means watching closer.
In the penthouse suite overlooking the Crypto Arena, the air hangs thick with their shared breath. They've just finishedâbodies slick, tangled in the king sheets. Jackson rolls off her, chest heaving, his cock softening against his thigh as he pulls her close, lips brushing her sweat-damp neck. NolĂĄna arches into him, her pussy still pulsing from the stretch of him inside her, cum leaking warm between her legs. She gasps when he slides two fingers back in, stirring his release, thumb circling her clit to draw out the aftershocks.
"Fuck, Jackson," she moans, hips bucking as he pumps slow, deliberate, making her clench around him again. He kisses her hard, tongue thrusting deep, tasting her cries. She comes undone once more, walls fluttering, nails digging into his shoulders. He withdraws, licking his fingers clean, eyes dark with possession.
They lie there, hearts syncing, until she stirs, slipping from the bed to the bathroom. Shower runs hot, steam curling as she washes away the evidence, but the ache lingers, a reminder of how he fills herârough thrusts pinning her to the mattress, her legs wrapped tight as he fucked her deep, grunting her name with each snap of his hips.
An hour later, she's readyâblack dress hugging her curves like a second skin, plunging neckline teasing the swell of her breasts, fabric whispering over her thighs with each step. The panic bracelet gleams on her wrist, a silver cuff hiding the button. Jackson steps in from the adjoining room, suit tailored sharp: black tux, crisp white shirt, tie knotted precise. He looks every inch the agent, broad shoulders straining the fabric.
"Mmmm, Special Agent Jackson Brooks. You look good in a suit, babe." She smiles, turning from the mirror, eyes raking him head to toe.
He crosses to her, soft smile tugging his lips. "You look beautiful, baby." Leaning down, he pecks her mouth, hand settling at her waist, thumb tracing the dress's edge.
"You're not telling me something." She fixes his lapel, fingers lingering, then caresses his face, searching his eyes.
"It's been too quiet. I feel tonight may be the night." He admits it low, jaw tight.
Her stomach flips, bile risingâshe cannot throw up again. That's all she does lately: nerves or something else, the stress twisting her inside out. She swallows it down. "If anything happens, I want you to know Iâ"
She cuts him off, pressing a finger to his lips. "We are not doing that. Tell me after I win tonight. Because I have something to tell you as well." Confidence steels her voice, even as fear flickers.
He nods, pulling her in. Kisses her lips a few timesâsoft, then deeper, tongues slidingâuntil a knock rattles the door. "Let's go win a Grammy tonight!" Roman calls, voice muffled.
They laugh, the sound light against the tension, and head out, her hand in his.
The limo glides to a stop at the red carpet's edge, flashes erupting like fireworks. Jackson helps her out first, his hand firm on hers as she steps into the frenzyâcameras popping, fans screaming "Black Canary!" from barriers. She straightens, smile flashing professional, while he scans the crowd, earpiece buzzing with team check-ins.
They walk the carpet together, her arm looped through his, but he keeps spaceâeyes darting to faces in the press pit, security lines, even the rooftops. He hates this: too exposed, too many angles. "Eyes open," he mutters into his comm to Anderson, who's a step behind, Roman flanking the other side.
NolĂĄna signs autographs a few feet ahead, pen scratching posters, posing with hip cocked, waves to fans. Reporters shout questionsâ'NolĂĄna, how's the new album?' 'Any performance teases?'âand she answers smooth, laugh bright. Jackson hovers close, hand brushing her back, vigilant.
Ten minutes tick by in the chaos. Then Anderson whistles low, sharpâcode for trouble. Jackson's head snaps, following the nod across the carpet. There: Harrison Dymiko, profile come to life, eyes locked on her, hand slipping inside his jacket.
Right then, beeping erupts in Jackson's earpieceâshrill, insistent. NolĂĄna's panic button pressed. He locks eyes with Harrison, the man drawing a Glock, barrel glinting under lights.
Jackson's pistol clears his holster in a blur, legs pumping as he runs toward her. "GET DOWN NOW!" he bellows, tackling her mid-pose, body shielding hers as they crash to the carpet.
Gunshots crackâtwo from Harrison, bullets slamming into Jackson's side and back. Pain explodes, hot and tearing, one round punching through to exit by his collarbone, blood blooming dark on his shirt. They hit the ground hard, her scream piercing as chaos eruptsâscreams, stomping feet, more guards swarming.
NolĂĄna's freaking out, twisting under him. "Jackson!"
Harrison advances, weapon rising for the kill shot. Jackson grits through the fire in his veins, rolls to one knee, squeezes the trigger twiceâprecise, deadly. Bullets rip into Harrison's face, two headshots dropping him limp, blood pooling on the velvet rope.
Security piles in, forming a wall, but NolĂĄna shoves through, hands pressing Jackson's wounds. "Jackson! Jackson! Baby, please stay with me." She cries, blood soaking her palms as she applies pressure to his side, the metallic scent sharp.
Paramedics swarm, ripping his shirt, IVs stabbing veins. He's hit badâside grazed lung, back nicking spine, the through-and-through shredding muscle near his collarbone. Fading in and out, vision blurring, he looks at her, her face streaked with tears and his blood.
"I love you, NolĂĄna Moore." He gasps it, breath ragged, hand finding hers.
"I love you too, babyâyou'll be okay!" She sobs, squeezing tight.
As they workâdefibrillator charging, oxygen mask slipping onâhis eyes flutter, world dimming. "No! No!" she yells, slapping his cheek light.
They open again, hazy. "You cannot leave me like this! Iâm pregnant, Brooksâdammit! Please donât leave us!" The words burst out, desperate.
He smiles weakly, shock hittingâpregnant. Their baby. His hand goes to her belly. "My babies are safe." Voice fades to whisper, then nothing, unconsciousness claiming him as her scream rips the night.
âJACKSON!!!â
Medics lift him onto the stretcher, wheeling fast to the waiting ambulance. NolĂĄna climbs in after, clutching his hand, doors slamming shut as sirens wail into the dark.
The next morning hangs heavy in the air, NolĂĄna's silence a wall between them thicker than the fortress walls Jackson's been building around her home. She moves through the kitchen like a ghost, pouring coffee without a glance his way, her attitude snapping back into placeâarms crossed, lips pursed, eyes anywhere but on him. Jackson feels the sting of it, the regret from last night twisting in his gut, but duty calls. He retreats to his temporary office for a two-hour Zoom with the head of DSS, updating on the stalker's patterns, the breached security logs, and the upgrades in progress. "Keep her safe, Brooks," the director says before signing off. "No slip-ups." Anderson's on watch duty, posted by the door with a nod from Jacksonâreliable guy, but even he can't predict a firecracker like NolĂĄna.
When Jackson emerges, the house is too quiet, the kind of stillness that sets his teeth on edge. No music blasting from her studio, no clatter from the kitchen. He strides to the living room where George lounges on the couch, scrolling his phone. "George, where is she?" Jackson demands, voice low and edged.
George looks up, blinking. "She went out... you didn't know? She said you approved an outing."
"WHAT?" Jackson barks, fists clenching at his sides, heat rising in his chest.
Before he can fully unleash, the front door swings open. NolĂĄna breezes in, arms loaded with glossy shopping bags, Anderson and Roman trailing behind with more, their faces sheepish under the weight. She drops her haul on the coffee table with a dramatic flourish, flipping her hair like nothing's amiss.
"Ma'am, where did you go today?" Jackson says, pissed, his green eyes narrowing as he steps closer.
"Out!" she fires back, chin lifted, defiance sparkling in her dark eyes.
"Without proper authorization and prep! What the hell were you thinking?" He barks, voice booming through the room, his muscular frame towering over her.
She sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Oh my god, I'm in one piece! God forbid I wanted to hang with my girls and go shopping." Her attitude is sky-high, laced with spiteâshe's doing this to twist the knife from last night, to make him feel the burn of her rejection mirrored back.
He cuts his eyes at Anderson and Roman, who shift uncomfortably, bags still in hand. "You two! Y'all know better! Y'all cannot just take her anywhere!" Jackson barks, pointing a finger at them, his authoritative tone brooking no argument. "This isn't a joyrideâthis is a high-threat detail. You clear every move with me, or you're off the team. Anderson, you're supposed to be her shadow, not her chauffeur. Roman, same goesâyou drive where I say, when I say. Get your heads in the game, or I'll have you both reassigned by end of day. Understood?"
Anderson nods quickly, setting down the bags. "Yes, sir. Won't happen again."
Roman mutters, "My bad, Brooks. She said it was cleared."
"Excuses don't cut it," Jackson snaps. "Out. Both of you. Debrief with George and wait for my call." They exchange glances but hustle out, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving the room thick with unresolved tension.
It's quiet now, just the two of them, the air charged like before a storm. Bags rustle as NolĂĄna starts unpacking, ignoring the elephant in the room. Jackson takes a breath, forcing calm into his voice. "NolĂĄna..." he says, stepping closer, his tone softer, almost pleading.
She doesn't look up, rifling through a bag.
"You can't just scare me like that." He tries, hands flexing at his sides.
She ignores it, pulling out a shimmering bottle of lotion. "Ouuu, this is gon' look good on my skin," she murmurs to herself, twisting the cap.
"NolĂĄna? I know you're upset with me about last night, but I really think we need to talk." He tries again, voice steady but insistent.
She ignores him, the previous anger bubbling up in him like a pot about to boil over. "So you not gon' speak?" he asks, professionalism cracking at the edges.
"I ain't got shit to say to you, Brooks. You want professionalism? You got it." She snaps back, the rejection from last night still raw, sitting heavy on her heart like a bruise.
He groans, patience fraying. "We need to talk. I feel I need to apologize, and you not hearing me out."
"Leave me the hell alone and worry about me not getting killed." She says, turning to another bag, her back to him.
That's itâhe snaps. Professionalism gone, evaporated in the heat of her defiance and his own pent-up frustration. He's had it with her fucking mouth and disobedience, the way she pushes every button like it's her job. In one swift move, his hands grip her waist, hoisting her up and tossing her over his broad shoulder like she weighs nothing. Some bags tumble from her grasp, spilling onto the floor.
"Let me fucking go, Brooks! I fucking hate you!" she yells, pounding his back with her fists, legs kicking, but there's fire in her voice mixed with something elseâarousal flickering despite the anger.
He doesn't stop, marching all the way to her bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them. He locks it with a click, then drops her roughly onto the king-sized bed. She bounces once, glaring up at him, chest heaving. The short dress she wore out has ridden up, bunching at her waist, revealing she's got no panties onâher smooth, bare pussy exposed, already glistening faintly from the adrenaline rush.
He looks at her, eyes darkening with hunger and fury. She's turned on, nipples hardening under the thin fabric, but still mad, cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions.
"What? Don't look and want my pussy now. You made it real clear last night where we staâoh my god, Jackson!" She's cut off mid-sentence as he dives in, crossing the room so fast she didn't see it coming, too busy stewing in her anger. His hands pin her thighs apart, mouth latching onto her pussy without warning, tongue plunging straight into her wet folds.
"Sense of awareness is still trash, ma'am," he growls against her clit, the vibration sending shocks through her.
Her back arches off the bed, fingers twisting in his short hair. "Mmmm fuck!" she breathes out, hips bucking involuntarily.
He devours her like a man starved, tongue lashing her clit in firm, circling strokes before sucking it hard between his lips, pulling moans from her throat. His hands knead her thick thighs, spreading her wider as he laps at her entrance, tasting her sweetness, the slick heat coating his chin. "This what you been hiding under that dress all day? Teasing me while you out there risking your neck?" he murmurs, voice muffled as he thrusts his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp.
"Jacksonâoh shit, yes!" she cries, her anger melting into desperate need, pussy clenching around nothing as he alternates between broad licks and pinpoint flicks on her swollen nub. He groans into her, the sound rumbling through her core, one finger sliding in to join his tongue, pumping slow and deep while he sucks harder. Her juices flood his mouth, and he drinks her down, relentless, not letting up until her body tenses, thighs quivering around his head.
"Cum for me, NolĂĄna. Let it go," he demands, adding a second finger, scissoring them inside her tight walls.
She shatters, back bowing, a sharp cry escaping as her orgasm crashes over her, pussy pulsing, soaking his face.
He stands then, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on hers as he strips. Shirt off first, revealing his chiseled abs and broad chest, then pants and boxers shoved down, his thick dick springing free, hard and veined, tip already leaking pre-cum. NolĂĄna kicks off her heels and peels the dress over her head, baring her full breasts and curves, nipples dark and peaked.
"Iâm finna show you what happens when you donât fucking listen," he says, voice rough with need. If this is the only way sheâll listen, so be itâwho is he fooling? He wants her just as bad, has since day one. He climbs onto the bed, grabbing her ankles and folding her legs back toward her shoulders, exposing her completely. His dick notches at her entrance, and he thrusts in fast and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
She gasps, eyes widening, her pussy stretching around his girth. He drills into her relentlessly, hips snapping forward, pounding her with short, powerful strokes that hit deep, his balls slapping against her ass. She's a whimpering mess already, words dissolving into broken moans and cries, her hands clutching the sheets. "AhâJackson! Fuckâtoo much!"
"You hard-headed as fuck! This what you wanted? Huh? Where that loud-ass mouth go, mamas? You was talking all that fucking shit, now all you can do is cry." He picks up the pace, slamming harder, the bed creaking under them, his muscles flexing with each drive.
Tears of overwhelm and pleasure streak her cheeks as she runs from the dick, hips twisting to escape the intensity. Her hand comes up shakily, pushing at his hip. "Nah, move that hand!" he growls, batting it away, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
"Itâsâitâs too big, baby, too big!" she cries out, her pussy clenching as she cums on his dick for the third time already, walls fluttering wildly around him, milking his length.
"You knew that when you decided to piss me off. Take this fucking dick like a good girl." He leans down, kissing all over her neck, sucking marks into her skin, then capturing her lips in a messy, devouring kiss, tongues tangling as he keeps thrusting through her climax.
"Iâm tryna do right by you, and you gonâ leave this house without me knowing? You out your damn mind, girl. Say youâre sorry to daddy!" He flips her suddenly, manhandling her onto her knees in doggy, gripping her hips and digging deeper into her pussy, the new angle letting him bottom out, dickhead kissing her cervix.
She lets out a strangled moan, face pressed into the pillows, ass up as he smacks her fat cheek, the sting blooming red. "Come on, tell daddy youâre sorry, mamas."
"Iâm sorry, daddy. IâI'll fuck! Iâll listen, oh god, please, can I cum? Fuck, Iâm sorry!" she moans, voice breaking, body trembling on the edge.
"Yea, cum on this dick, baby. I know you sorry." He coos, one hand sliding around to rub her clit, pushing her over.
She squirts hard, juices gushing around his dick, soaking the sheets as her body shakes violently, cries turning to sobs of ecstasy. Jackson follows, burying deep and cumming hard, ropes of hot seed flooding her pussy, his groans mixing with hers as he pulses inside her.
After, they collapse, breaths syncing as she cuddles into his side, blissful and spent, head on his chest. His arm wraps around her, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
"Now can I talk and apologize for last night?" he asks, voice soft.
She nods, tilting her head up with a teasing smile. "Yes, sir."
He chuckles, pulling her closer, the tension finally easing into something warmer.
They lay tangled in the sheets, sweat cooling on their skin, NolĂĄna's head resting on Jackson's chest as his heartbeat steadies beneath her ear. The room smells of sex and her perfume, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains in soft golden streaks. He strokes her back, thumb tracing the curve of her spine, before breaking the comfortable silence.
"If we are going to explore this, I cannot have you pull shit like this just because you are mad at me. You really could've gotten hurt today," he says, voice low and serious, green eyes searching hers when she lifts her head.
She nods, propping herself up on his chest, her full breasts brushing his skin. "I'm sorry." Her tone is sincere, the fire from earlier banked into something softer.
"You pull some fuck shit like this again and I'm gone. You hear me?" He warns, hand cupping her cheek, thumb grazing her lip.
She nods again, leaning in to kiss him, slow and deep, tongues sliding together briefly. "Yes, Jackson."
The weeks that follow settle into a rhythm that's equal parts routine and revelation. In public, they keep it professionalâNolĂĄna's still stubborn, pushing boundaries with eye rolls and sassy retorts, but Jackson eases up just enough. Give him a few days' heads up, outline the route, and she can hit the city for lunch with friends or a quick studio session, Anderson and Roman shadowing discreetly. No more sneaking out, but the leash is looser, earning him reluctant smiles from her.
Private moments? That's where the walls crumble. He'd make love to her like the clock didn't exist, bodies pressing close in the dim light of her bedroom or the guest suite he'd claimed. Slow thrusts turning urgent, her nails raking his back as he pins her down, whispering her name like a prayer. Their relationship bloomsâlate-night talks about her music, his DSS stories (the ones he can share), shared laughs over takeout he finally approves. She's opening up, vulnerability peeking through her armor, and he's hooked, the protector's instinct twisting into something deeper, possessive.
They hit the gun range twice a week, her grip on the pistol improving, stance solidifying under his guidance. "Breathe out on the trigger pull," he'd say, hands adjusting her hips, the contact lingering a beat too long, sparking heat. Sparring followsâher trying to flip him, him catching her mid-move, bodies slamming together in controlled chaos that always ends with heated kisses against the mats.
The stalker? He's a ghost now, escalating subtly. Calls come through blocked numbers, heavy breathing or distorted voices promising 'soon.' Notes slip into fan mailâ'I see you, Canary. Sing for me one last time.' He's following too, tailing their convoy from afar, a shadow in traffic Jackson spots in the rearview. It grates on him, this cat-and-mouse wearing thin. Intel digs deeper: not some obsessed fanboy. This guy's tied to an organizationâshadowy network of extremists pissed at NolĂĄna's activism, her lyrics calling out corruption, inequality. They want her silenced, kidnapped for leverage or killed outright to make an example. Jackson briefs her team, ramps up protocols, his jaw set harder each day.
One evening, over dinnerâsteak and greens he grilled himselfâhe slides a slim bracelet across the table. Silver chain with a delicate black onyx pendant, pretty enough for her wrist but packed with tech. "GPS tracker and panic button. Press it, I come running. Is that cool with you?"
She eyes it, then him, slipping it on. "Bossy as ever." But her fingers linger on his when she thanks him, pulling him into a kiss that turns the kitchen counter into their playground.
Tonight's gig at the downtown arena pulses with pre-show energyâfans chanting outside, crew hustling gear. NolĂĄna feels off, a knot in her stomach she can't shake, but the show must go on. In her dressing room, she slips into the outfit: a skimpy ensemble of black leather shorts that hug her ass like a second skin, a cropped top barely containing her breasts, fishnets up her thighs, and thigh-high boots that scream sex appeal. She checks her reflection, adjusting the choker at her neck, the bracelet glinting under the lights.
A stagehand knocks, entering with a vase of roses and an unauthorized box wrapped in plain paper. "More from fans, miss. This came with 'em."
Her gut twistsâsomething's wrong. Without a word, she slams the panic button on her bracelet. Seconds later, heavy boots thunder down the hall. Jackson bursts in, vest strapped over his black shirt, gun holstered at his hip, eyes scanning like a predator.
"Ma'am, you calledâoh shit," he says, spotting the box in the stagehand's hands.
"Where did you get that and why did you bring it back here? We specifically told y'all not to take these kinds of things from people without it being inspected. Do not move. Do not put it down." His voice is steel, commanding the kid to freeze mid-step.
He grabs NolĂĄna's shoulder, ushering her out firmly. "We can't just leave them, Brooks!" she cries, twisting to look back.
"It's okay. I'm just gonna check the box." He says, turning back, calm but coiled.
"YOU'RE GONNA CHECK IT?!?" She yells, lunging after him.
"Anderson!" Jackson barks, and strong arms haul her back, holding her steady as she protests.
He re-enters the room; a bomb squad team's already swarming, tools out, faces grim. "It's rigged. One wrong move and this room would've been decimated. We disarmed itâhere's a note." The tech hands it over, gloved fingers careful.
Jackson unfolds the paper, stomach dropping. Scrawled in jagged red ink: 'Sing your last note tonight, Canary. We'll pluck your wings and cage you foreverâor bury you under the lights. Your voice ends here. - The Silence Keepers.'
He groans, crumpling it, fury boiling. Storming to the green room where Josh, Miriam, and George huddle, he thrusts the note at them. "This is getting out of hand."
Josh scans it, paling.
"She cannot perform tonightâthey're here." Jackson states.
Josh bristles. "She has canceled four shows already because of Mr. GI Jackson and his damn precautions! We cannot cancelâthey're already lining up! This will NOT be good for the press."
"He is right," Miriam chimes in, arms crossed.
George meets Jackson's gaze, nodding subtlyâthey all know the score. "After this show, we leave immediately and go somewhere safe. That box was rigged with explosives worse than the first one she got months ago. They want her dead at this point!"
They nod, tension thick. "Heads on a swivel. She finishes this show, and then we leave."
Jackson finds her back in the dressing room, door locked behind him. She's pacing, eyes wide. "Baby?" she whispers, rushing into his arms.
"I won't let anything happen to you." He holds her tight, breathing her in.
She nods, pulling back. He rakes his gaze over her outfit, heat flickering despite the crisis. "Fuck, you look good." He teases, smirking.
"Professional, Mr. Special Agent Jackson Brooks." She smirks back, sass cutting through the fear momentarily.
"I love it when you say that." He grins, hand on her hip.
"I love this." She tugs at his vest, fingers tracing the straps over his chest.
"Oh yeah?" He leans in, but she sobers.
"You're not telling me something. The box was gonna kill me, wasn't it?"
He nods, jaw tight. "God, what the hell!" She groans, sinking onto the vanity chair.
"This is fucking with my head."
"After this show, I'm taking you somewhere safe. Somewhere that isn't connected to you in any way, shape, or form."
She nods, steeling herself. "Okay."
The arena throbs with anticipation as NolĂĄna takes the stage, spotlights bathing her in electric blue. Jackson's in the wings, first time catching her liveâheart pounding not just from the threat. She's magnetic, voice soaring through her hit single, hips swaying in those shorts, the crowd roaring. But tonight, she's dialed it up: more grind in her moves, hands trailing her curves, eyes locking on him during the sultry bridge, licking her lips as she drops low, ass popping to the beat. It's hotter, rawer, like she's performing for him alone, the sexual energy crackling across the space. Is she...? Nah, focus, he thinks, scanning the crowd, hand near his earpiece.
He spots itâa red laser dot dancing on her thigh. "Red beam, five o'clock," Anderson hisses, rushing up.
Jackson MOVES. Barreling onto the stage mid-note, he tackles her down, body shielding hers as three shots crack through the airâpop-pop-popâbullets whizzing past, embedding in the backdrop. The crowd erupts in chaos, screams echoing as people scramble, chairs toppling.
"Roman, let's move it! Exit 6 at your readyâwe're exiting the building!" He yells into his earpiece, scooping NolĂĄna up, her arms locked around his neck as he sprints backstage.
He rushes her out a side door, tossing her into the armored SUV. She's shaking, tears streaming, clutching his vest. "Watch her! Don't move! Keep an eye out! Draw your gun and be ready." He tells Roman, who nods, pistol out, scanning the lot.
"Don't leave me!" She cries, grabbing his hand.
"I'll be right back!" He reassures, squeezing before diving back in.
Inside, pandemoniumâfans shoving toward exits, security herding. Jackson directs flow, barking orders: "This way! Stay calm!" A minute in, George claps his shoulder. "Go back to herâwe got this here."
He bolts to the car, sliding in beside her. Roman peels out, tires screeching toward the house, sirens wailing in the distance.
"Pack a bag. Warm clothes. I got authorization to take you out of stateâsomewhere safe."
"Where?" She asks, voice small, wiping her face.
"Colorado. Up in the mountains."
She nods, scooting close, burrowing into his side, still trembling. He wraps an arm around her, kissing her forehead gently.
"Whatever you say, I'll do." She murmurs, finally grasping the severity, her independence yielding to the fear coiling in her chest.
The morning after the chaos at the arena, NolĂĄna's team releases a statement through her publicist: full refunds for all tickets, citing 'unforeseen security concerns' as the reason for cancellation. The press frenzy is immediateâheadlines screaming about the shooting, speculation running wildâbut Jackson keeps her offline, phone silenced, the world at bay. By dawn, the group's assembled at a private airstrip: Jackson, NolĂĄna tucked close under his arm, her eyes still shadowed from the night; Tela, her best friend and social media manager, scrolling her phone with forced nonchalance; Anderson and Roman, gear bags slung over shoulders; Josh and Miriam, barking last-minute calls to handlers.
They board the private jet, engines humming as it taxis into the crisp LA sky. NolĂĄna leans into Jackson's side during takeoff, her hand finding his thigh under the armrest, a silent anchor. The flight's tense but uneventfulâsmall talk about logistics, Tela cracking weak jokes to lighten the mood, Josh fretting over schedules. Hours later, they touch down in a remote Colorado airstrip, fresh snow dusting the peaks visible through the windows.
A black SUV waits, and Jackson drives them deeper into the Rockies, winding roads flanked by towering pines. The cabin emerges like a fortressâlog walls, steep roof blanketed in white, isolated on a ridge with no neighbors for miles. Smoke curls from the chimney, a caretaker's touch.
"Where did you find this place?" Josh asks, peering out as they unload.
"It's mine," Jackson responds, pulling a key fob from his pocket, the click unlocking the heavy door. Anderson and Roman exchange shrugs, hauling bags inside without question.
He gets them settled efficiently: assigning rooms, stocking the kitchen with provisions delivered aheadâcanned goods, fresh meats, enough for weeks. NolĂĄna's room adjoins his, a subtle choice she appreciates with a grateful glance. The cabin's cozy but secureâreinforced doors, window bars disguised as rustic shutters, a generator humming in the shed. Days blur into a fragile normalcy: mornings with coffee on the porch, bundled in coats; afternoons of strategy sessions where Jackson briefs the DSS remotely, piecing together the puzzle. Authorities confirm the 'Silence Keepers' were mercenaries, hired muscle for a bigger player. Who would want to kill her? The question gnaws at him, looping in his mind during sleepless nights. He doesn't tell the teamâtrust erodes when betrayal's possible; it could be anyone close, feeding intel to the shadows.
NolĂĄna adapts, sketching lyrics by the fire, her voice humming soft melodies that pull at him. Evenings find them tangled in his bed, bodies seeking solace in slow, deep fucksâher riding him with quiet urgency, his hands gripping her hips as she gasps his name, chasing release amid the uncertainty. Tela keeps to herself more, nursing drinks by the hearth, her laughter sharper, eyes distant.
Everything fractures on the fourth night. The power dies with a snapâlights flickering out, the hum of appliances silencing into eerie quiet. Snow howls outside, wind rattling the panes. NolĂĄna's in Jackson's room, stripped down to panties and his t-shirt, curled against him when the blackout hits. He bolts upright, instincts firing.
"Hide," he whispers, grabbing his pistol from the nightstand, chambering a round. She scrambles to the closet, heart slamming, pulling her own gunâthe compact 9mm from their range sessionsâfrom the drawer. He kneels, pressing the barrel into her steady hands. "If it's not one of us that enters this room, you shoot." His lips brush hers, fierce and brief, before he creeps out, door clicking shut behind him.
She's shaking, back against the wall, finger hovering near the trigger, breaths shallow in the dark. Footsteps echo in the hallâhis socked feet on wood, deliberate.
Jackson pads into the main room, gun low and ready, shadows swallowing details. Voices murmur from the kitchen; he edges closer, spotting Tela slumped at the table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in hand, face streaked with tears. Over the past months, he'd learned her history with NolĂĄnaâchildhood best friends, inseparable through fame's grind, Tela handling the online storm with fierce loyalty. But tonight, she reeks of booze and regret.
"You need to get somewhere safe," he says, voice low, gesturing toward the bedrooms.
She looks up, eyes glassy, shaking her head. "I should tell you something." Tears spill faster, her words tumbling out in a slurred rant. "I hate her, Jacksonâcall it what you want. Itâs jealousy. She's got it all: the voice, the money, the body, the spotlight that never dims, and you. I was supposed to be there with her, but I'm just the shadow, posting her life while mine crumbles. He promised money, enough to start over, away from her glow. I thought it was just pressure, make her sweat, but it's deeperâhate that festers. He told me if I did this we could run away with her money and be together. Now he keeps trying to kill her! I didnât want for her to really die. Just to scare her!â
It clicks for him, crystal clear: Tela was tricked by someone.
"How do I stop them?" he asks, stepping closer, gun still at his side.
"You can't. He won't stop until the job is done." She sobs, hands twisting the bottle. "I didn't read the agreement the night I signed it. It was supposed to only scare herâkidnap her for ransom. Get the money and move on! Only they had their own agenda for her. They used me to get to her.â
"Who is he?"
"I don't know! I never met him! We talked online. Iâm not even sure he is real. I signed my best friends life away." she cries, voice breaking.
Gunshots shatter the nightâcrack-crackâfrom the back door. Tela jerks, a red bloom erupting on her chest, body slumping forward. Jackson dives behind the counter, returning fire into the shadows. The intruderâa masked figure in black tactical gearâsprays bullets, splintering wood, before bolting out into the storm. Jackson pursues, snow biting his face, shots echoing off the treesâpop-popâone grazing his arm, hot stingâbut the perp vanishes into the whiteout, engine roaring to life in the distance.
He circles back, breath ragged, dropping to Tela's side. Her eyes stare vacant, blood pooling beneath her. Dead. No pulse, no saving her.
The cabin's alive nowâteam scrambling, flashlights cutting the dark, voices overlapping in panic. Jackson waves them off, bloodied sleeve hidden, and trudges to his room. The door opens to NolĂĄna, gun still gripped white-knuckled, eyes wide in the sliver of moonlight.
He locks it behind him, holstering his weapon, and pulls her into his arms without a word. She drops the gun, clinging tight, sobs muffled against his chest as he holds herâstrong, unyieldingâwhile the world outside crumbles further.
The days blurred into a haze of hammers and heated glares, the construction crew transforming NolĂĄna's mansion into a fortress one reinforced beam at a time. Jackson patrolled the perimeter like a shadow, his boots crunching gravel as he barked orders at workers, ensuring every camera angle overlapped and every door locked with a deadbolt that could withstand a battering ram. NolĂĄna watched from the veranda, arms crossed under her full breasts, her sundress swapped for yoga pants that clung to her thick thighs and a crop top that bared her toned midriff. She hated admitting it, but the upgrades made senseâafter the car chase, the stalker's evasion gnawed at her, a reminder that her world wasn't as invincible as her stage persona suggested.
Yet respect didn't mean surrender. Their bickering escalated, sharp words flying like sparks. "You can't just cancel my spa day because some drone buzzed the fence!" she'd snap during breakfast, fork stabbing her eggs while her team averted eyes.
Jackson, sipping black coffee, wouldn't flinch. "That drone had a camera, ma'am. Your face is on it by now. Spa's off-limits till we trace the signal." His green eyes met hers, steady, challenging her to push.
"Irritating son of a bitch," she'd mutter, storming off, but inside, a grudging nod formed. He wasn't just bossy; he was thorough, spotting threats she ignored. Still, her stubborn streak flaredâshe'd 'accidentally' wander too close to the edge of the property, forcing him to haul her back with a firm grip on her elbow, his fingers lingering a beat too long, sending jolts straight to her core.
The sexual tension crackled like live wire, unspoken but electric. She'd catch herself staring at the way his biceps flexed when he lifted equipment, or how his cargo pants hugged his ass as he crouched to inspect wiring. He'd meet her gaze sometimes, a flicker of heat in those eyes before he looked away, professional mask snapping back. It drove her wild, her pussy clenching at night with memories of his voice, his strength. But she buried it under barbs, keeping the wall up.
Two days after the chase, the argument erupted over a photoshoot. "It's essential for my brand!" NolĂĄna yelled in the living room, hands on hips, her curls bouncing with fury.
"Brand won't matter if you're dead," Jackson shot back, towering over her, his chest rising and falling. "No. You're staying put."
"Fucking tyrant!" She shoved past him, shoulder brushing his arm, the contact igniting sparks. She slammed her bedroom door, stripping down to nothing, her body humming with rage and need. Flopping onto the bed, she spread her legs, fingers diving between her slick folds, circling her clit as she imagined Jackson pinning her, his dick thrusting deep. "Jackson... fuck, yes," she moaned, back arching, toes curling as she plunged two fingers inside her pussy, pumping hard.
A soft knockâthen the door creaked open. Jackson stepped in, words of apology on his lips: "Ma'am, I didn't mean toâ" He froze, eyes locking on her writhing form, her dark nipples peaked, thighs glistening.
She gasped, but didn't stop, too far gone, her gaze challenging him as she fucked herself faster, whispering his name again.
He should leave. But his feet rooted, dick hardening instantly in his pants. What the hell? The sight of herâcurves undulating, lips partedâpulled him under. Hand trembling, he unzipped, pulling out his thick shaft, veined and throbbing. He stroked slow at first, fist wrapping around the base, eyes devouring her as she pinched her nipple, hips bucking.
They didn't speak, the air thick with shared secrecy. Her moans grew breathier, his breaths ragged as he pumped harder, pre-cum beading at the tip. She came first, body shuddering, a quiet "Jackson..." escaping as her pussy clenched around her fingers, juices soaking the sheets. He followed seconds later, grunting softly, ropes of cum spilling over his hand as he whispered "NolĂĄna" under his breath.
He tucked himself away, backed out without a word, door clicking shut. She lay there, spent and stunned, heart racing. They never mentioned itânot a glance, not a hint. But the tension? It scorched, every interaction laced with the memory of that raw vulnerability.
Three days in, Jackson cornered her in the kitchen mid-morning. "Get your shoes. We're going out."
"Where?" She arched a brow, sipping orange juice, her tank top riding up to show a sliver of underboob.
"Gun range." His tone brooked no argument, but his eyes dipped briefly to her exposed skin before snapping back.
"Oh no, I don't like guns." She set the glass down hard, shaking her head, curls swaying.
"Too bad." He leaned against the counter, arms crossing, making his muscles bulge. "The day I walked in, your back was to the door. Didn't even flinch. That's a problem."
"How?" She tilted her head, curiosity piquing despite her resistance.
"Your sense of awareness is fucking trash, ma'am. We gotta fix that." His voice was firm, but a ghost of that apology lingered in his eyesâor maybe it was the unspoken heat.
She huffed, but grabbed her sneakers, following him to the armored SUV. Roman drove, silent as they wound through LA traffic to a private range tucked in the hills. The place smelled of gun oil and cordite, targets lined up like silent sentinels.
Inside the booth, Jackson laid out the basics, sliding a disassembled Beretta across the table. "Guns aren't monsters; they're tools. This here's a 9mm semi-auto. Reliable, low recoil for beginners." He reassembled it with practiced ease, chambers clicking. "Safety firstâalways treat it as loaded. Finger off the trigger till you're ready to fire. Grip: dominant hand high on the backstrap, support hand wrapping around, thumbs forward. Sight picture: front sight centered in the rear notch, target sharp behind it. Controlled squeeze, not jerkâbreathe out, pull steady."
NolĂĄna watched, lips parted, trying to absorb it. "So, stance?"
"Isosceles: feet shoulder-width, knees bent, lean forward into it. Arms extended, elbows soft. Recoil comes straight back; brace for it." He demonstrated, form perfect, his body a study in controlled power.
"Wait, you're gonna have me walk around with a gun?" Panic edged her voice, eyes wide.
He nodded, green eyes locking on hers. "If we ever get separated, they won't think you're strapped. That's your best chance for survival until I can get to you."
She swallowed, nodding slowly. The reality hitâher life, her safety. "What if they take my gun?"
"I'll teach you how to take down and take over. We're sparring after this. You'll be able to protect yourself in the event I can't... let's just hope that never happens, but we can never be too sure." His voice softened a fraction, the protector in him shining through.
She nodded again, resolve hardening. "Wait! I have to spar against you?" A giggle bubbled up, lightening the air.
He paused, thenâmiracle of miraclesâa low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the first real laugh sheâd heard. His lips curved, eyes crinkling. "I'll go easy on you, ma'am."
"Oh, he laughs? That's new. Did it hurt to smile?" She teased, poking his arm, feeling the solid bicep under her finger.
"Just pick up the gun." But his tone held a playful edge, the mask cracking.
Ear muffs on, she hefted the big AR-15â"too much for starters," he'd said, but insisted for the lesson. It felt heavy, cold in her palms. Jackson stepped behind her, his chest pressing to her back, heat seeping through her tank. His breath ghosted her neck as he gripped her hips, adjusting. "Feet apart, like this." His hands slid up her arms, positioning them straight out, elbows unlocked. "Grip firmâdon't white-knuckle. Align the sights... there." His voice murmured close, cologneâsandalwood and muskâflooding her senses.
She barely heard, lost in the press of his body, his thighs bracketing hers, the bulge of his dick brushing her ass accidentallyâor not. Her pussy throbbed, nipples tightening.
He needed her focused. Fuck it. He leaned in, nose brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, inhaling her vanilla scent. "I need you to pay attention, mamas." Low, gravelly, the endearment vibrating against her.
She shivered, goosebumps racing, nodding jerkily. He smirked against her skin, feeling her responseâshe was easy to read, body betraying her want.
She squeezed the trigger. The boom echoed, recoil slamming into her shoulder. She yelled, firing twice more before stopping, arms shaking. "Can I get a smaller gun? Too much kick, and it's loud as hell!"
He laughed again, full and warm, hands steadying her as he removed the muffs. "It's automatic. Here's the gun I'm gonna have on you." He picked up the compact Glock 43, sleek and concealable. "9mm, single-stack. Lighter, less recoil. Same principlesâstance, grip, sight, squeeze."
She took it, feeling the balance. First shot: crack, dead center on the target's chest. Second, thirdâbullseyes. By the tenth, she'd shredded the paper, holes clustering tight.
"Damn," Jackson muttered as the range attendant brought the target forward. It fluttered, then fell apart in tatters.
They both burst out laughing, her hand on his arm for balance, the touch lingering. "Natural," he said, pride in his voice.
Sparring came next, in the padded mats area. He'd changed into gray sweats that hung low on his hips, outlining his thick thighs and the semi-hard ridge of his dick, paired with a white tank that stretched over his pecs, arms like coiled ropes. NolĂĄna had opted for tight black shorts that rode up her ass cheeks and a matching tank, sports bra doing little to hide her curves.
"Basic self-defense," he started, circling her. "Awareness firstâdon't let anyone get this close without noticing." He lunged slow, grabbing her wrist in a mock hold.
She twisted instinctively, giggling as she yanked free. "Like that?"
"Close. Use your hipsârotate and strike." He demonstrated, body flowing, then pulled her into position, hands on her waist. His fingers dug in, pulling her flush against him for a pivot. She felt every inchâhis abs against her back, the heat of his groin. Tension spiked, breaths mingling.
They grappled, playful at first: her swatting at him, him dodging with ease, chuckling. "Come on, ma'am, hit me." He let her land a soft punch to his shoulder, then countered gently, sweeping her leg so she tumbled into him. She wrapped arms around his neck, legs hooking his waist in the fall, their faces inches apart.
He caught her, hands under her ass, holding her up. "Good trap, but now you're grounded." His voice husky, eyes dark. She squirmed, feeling his dick twitch against her core through the thin fabric.
"Not if I do this." She nipped his earlobe, half-joking, half-daring. He growled low, setting her down but not before his fingers brushed her inner thigh.
They reset, sweating now, the play turning intense. He pinned her once, forearm across her chest, pressing her breasts flat, his hips slotting between her thighs. "Tap out?" he murmured, breath hot on her lips.
"Never," she panted, bucking up, grinding unintentionally. Electricity arced, both frozen a beat too long before he rolled off, clearing his throat.
By the end, they were breathless, laughing through the exertion, his playful side emerging in grins and quips. "You're tougher than you look, maâam."
Back at the house, construction hummedâwalls fortified, windows tinted bulletproof. NolĂĄna warmed to his presence, the isolation forcing interaction. She'd trail him on patrols, heels swapped for sneakers, chatting to fill the quiet. "So, what's the wildest protectee you've had?"
"One-word answer: Classified." Professional mode, curt as ever.
She rolled her eyes but persisted. "Come on, Brooks. Give me something."
He glanced at her, walking the fence line, workers welding gates nearby. The sun beat down, sweat trickling down his neck. "Alright. Once guarded a diplomat who thought hiding in a closet during a raid was strategy. Pulled him out kicking." A small smile tugged his lips.
She laughed, bumping his shoulder. "Sounds like me."
"Maybe." His gaze lingered, noticing how she watched himâeyes glinting with mischief and something softer, her smiles warmer, less edged with spite. Still stubborn, though; she'd argue over dinner placement or playlist choices, but the barbs lacked venom now.
He thought hard as they looped back to the house, her chatter fading into comfortable silence. The line's blurring. That range, the sparâtoo close. Can't protect her if I'm distracted, wanting to bend her over every surface. His dick stirred at the image, but he shoved it down. Duty first. Always.
A month had dragged by in NolĂĄna's fortified mansion, the construction long finished but the threats persisting like shadowsâanonymous letters slipped under the gate, eerie voicemails on burner phones, photos of her daily routines that made her skin crawl. No explosions or chases, just a steady drip of menace that kept Jackson on edge, his reports to DSS growing thicker with details. The property hummed with security: cameras whirring, alarms beeping softly, Roman patrolling the drive. But inside, the real battle was NolĂĄna's stubborn fire clashing with Jackson's iron will, their bickering a daily ritual that masked the blistering heat between them.
That afternoon, hunger gnawed at NolĂĄna as she paced the kitchen, stomach rumbling past the stocked fridge of organic greens and lean proteins. Jackson leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with that perpetual stern gaze.
"Ma'am, you have food here," he said, voice clipped, eyes flicking to the meal prep containers Miriam had labeled meticulously.
"I don't want it. I want takeout." She planted hands on her hips, her tight jeans hugging her curves, crop top riding up to flash her navel piercing.
"We talked about this. No outside food." He groaned, rubbing his temple, exhaustion etching lines around his mouth.
"Butâ" she started, batting lashes in mock innocence.
"No buts. There are people trying to hurt you, and you want food from an unauthorized restaurant." His tone sharpened, green eyes narrowing.
"Ain't y'all supposed to have a food tester or something if it's that serious?" She arched a brow, challenging him.
He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. She was rightâprotocol allowed for vetted deliveries with tamper checks, but he'd been overcautious, treating her like a national secret. Her smirk bloomed, triumphant.
He was so over this woman, her sass grinding against his patience like sandpaper. Maybe if I fuck the attitude out of her, maybe she would listen to me. He thought, the image flashing unbiddenâher bent over the counter, ass up, his dick slamming deep until she begged for mercy.
"You aren't the President," he muttered, turning away.
"Then why are you here acting like I am?" she fired back, quick as a whip.
He sighed heavily, shoulders slumping as he walked out, leaving her fuming but victorious.
An hour later, panic edged his search. He checked the gym, the veranda, the poolâempty. "NolĂĄna!" he called, boots thudding through halls. Then the front door clicked open, and there she was, strolling in casual as sin, a greasy paper bag swinging from her fingers.
"Did you DoorDash food after I told you no?" Anger boiled in his voice, fists clenching at his sides.
She breezed past to the island, plopping the bag down and unpacking Styrofoam containersâfried chicken, fries, biscuits steaming. "Relax, Brooks. Itâs just food."
He loomed over her, voice rising. "Protocol, ma'am! Risksâpoison, trackers in the packaging, delivery guy casing the joint. You think this is a game? One slip, andâ"
She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Since it's so bad, taste it first." She plucked a crispy chicken wing, sauce glistening, and held it up to his mouth, inches from his lips.
He froze, staring her down, the spicy aroma filling the space between them. Her eyes dared him, pulse visible in her throat.
"I thought so," she taunted, pulling it back to take a bite.
But he snatched her wrist, firm grip locking, and bit into the wing instead, tearing meat from bone with a crunch. Juices dripped down his chin as he chewed, swallowing without breaking eye contact.
Her breath hitched, shock widening her eyes. Heat flooded her core, pussy clenching at the dominanceâthe way he'd claimed it from her hand, his jaw working strong. Turned on didn't cover it; she wanted him to devour her next. But she schooled her face, no reaction, just a slow blink.
"Eat your food," he said sternly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "but don't let this happen again."
"Sir yes sir, Agent Brooks," she purred, voice teasing, low and sultry as she licked sauce from her fingers.
His dick twitched hard in his pants, straining against the zipper. He turned on his heel, muttering about perimeter checks, escaping before he bent her over the counter right there.
Later that night, Jackson holed up in his guest roomâspartan, just a bed, desk, and laptopâshirtless in low-slung sweats, typing his daily DSS report. Muscles rippled under his skin, scars from old ops faint across his back and abs. A knock sounded, soft but insistent.
"It's me," NolĂĄna's voice filtered through.
"Come in, ma'am." He didn't look up, fingers flying over keys.
The door eased open, and she stepped in, fresh from a showerâskin dewy with water droplets and shimmering body oil, wrapped in a silk robe that barely skimmed her thighs, curls damp and wild. The scent of jasmine and vanilla wafted, intoxicating.
"Yes, ma'am?" He glanced briefly, then forced his eyes back to the screen, jaw tightening.
"So stressed and serious." She sauntered closer, hips swaying, robe gaping to tease the swell of her breasts.
"Don't start." His warning rumbled, low, but he didn't move.
She ignored it, sliding behind the couch where he sat, hands landing on his shoulders. Her fingers dug in, kneading tense knots, thumbs circling with expert pressure.
"NolĂĄnaâŠ" He warned again, but his head tipped back slightly, a groan escaping as she worked deeper.
"So tensed, baby." Her voice was breathy, lips brushing his ear.
"Why do you insist on tempting me, NolĂĄna?" He leaned into her touch despite himself, eyes fluttering shut.
Her hands ventured lower, tracing the ridges of his bare chest, palms gliding over firm pecs and down to his chiseled abs. The heat of him, the ridges under her touch, drew a moan from her throat, hot against his ear.
"Because you insist on being professional, knowing you want this pussy." Bold, she cupped his bulge through the sweats, squeezing his hardening dick.
He laughed, rough and surprised, but it morphed into a deep moan as she stroked him, fabric tenting. "C'mere."
She rounded the couch quick, and he yanked her down into his lap, straddling him, robe falling open to bare her naked body beneathâfull tits brushing his chest, nipples hard peaks.
"I need you to stop," he growled, hands gripping her hips, but his dick throbbed up against her bare pussy, only thin sweats between them.
"Yet you just pulled me into your lap, and your dick is pressed against my pussy right now." She ground down slow, feeling him swell thicker.
Their mouths crashed together, hungry and fierceâlips sucking, tongues tangling in a wet slide. He devoured her, one hand fisting her curls to angle her head, the other palming her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh. She kissed back wild, nipping his lower lip, tasting the faint spice from earlier.
"Fuck, NolĂĄna," he muttered against her mouth, hips bucking up to rub his dick along her slit through the fabric, her wetness soaking through.
She moaned into him, rocking harder, clit dragging over his length. Her tits pressed to his chest, nipples scraping his skin as she humped him, robe discarded somewhere on the floor. His hands roamedâsqueezing her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples until she gasped, then sliding down to spread her ass cheeks, guiding her grind.
"That's it, ride me like that," he breathed, breaking the kiss to suck her neck, teeth grazing. His dick ached, pre-cum leaking as she dry-fucked him, pussy lips parting around the ridge.
She panted, faster now, hips circling to hit her clit just right. "Jackson... harder." Her nails raked his shoulders, body arching as pleasure coiled tight.
He thrust up, meeting her rhythm, the friction buildingâsweats damp, her juices slicking him. Their mouths met again, sloppy and desperate, tongues thrusting like they fucked. His abs flexed under her, holding her steady as she bounced, tits jiggling with each roll.
"Come for me, mamas," he urged, voice gravel, one hand slipping between them to rub her clit in firm circles.
She shattered first, crying out into his kiss, pussy pulsing, wetness flooding as she came hard, thighs quivering around him. The sightâher face contorted in ecstasy, body shudderingâpushed him over. He groaned low, hips jerking erratically, dick erupting in hot spurts that soaked his sweats, cum pulsing against her core.
They slowed, breaths ragged, foreheads pressed together. She stayed in his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist, the line they'd toed for a month finally crossedâbut only just, the night thick with what came next.
He looks at her, green eyes darkening with conflict, the afterglow fading into sharp regret. We cannot be doing this, he thinks, pulse still hammering from the release, his cum sticky between them. The weight of his duty crashes backâprotecting her, not fucking her, no matter how bad he wants to bury himself inside that tight heat.
She looks at him, already knowing he's about to pull back, her chest heaving, nipples still pebbled against his skin. Pleading fills her eyes, wide and vulnerable, begging him not to ruin this spark they've ignited.
"Jackson," she whispers, voice soft, hand cupping his jaw.
He shakes his head, resolve hardening even as his dick twitches faintly against her thigh. "I cannot protect you like this. I'm sorry." His words come out rough, laced with torment. "This was a bad mistake."
She nods, swallowing the lump in her throat, the sting of rejection burning hot. Slowly, she lifts off his lap, her pussy aching from the friction, thighs slick with their mingled wetness. She bends to snatch her robe from the floor, slipping it on with trembling hands, tying the sash tight to hide the flush on her skin, the evidence of her arousal.
"NolĂĄna," he calls, voice cracking as she turns for the door.
But she walks out without a word, head high but heart sinking, feeling stupid and embarrassed. What was I thinking? Teasing the professional until he snaps, then this? The door clicks shut behind her, leaving silence in her wake.
He groans, leaning back against the couch, rubbing his hands over his face. "FUCK!" he growls, the word exploding from his chest, frustration boiling over. His body still hummed with the ghost of her touch, but duty won outâagain. The threats loomed larger now, the stalker unseen but ever-present, and this? This could get them both killed.
A/n: do NOT worry. They talk about this more in the next chapter and get a better understanding! Relax! He makes it right and reassures her.
NolĂĄna Moore lounged on the plush sectional in her sprawling Los Angeles mansion, the kind of place that screamed success with its open-plan living room, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the hills, and minimalist decor that hid the chaos of her rising stardom. At 27, the African American R&B sensation had curves that turned headsâfull hips, a generous ass, and breasts that strained against her cropped tank top. Her smooth, deep brown skin glowed under the afternoon sun filtering through the glass, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back like a midnight waterfall. Fans adored her voice dubbing her as the Black Canary, her voice a sultry siren call that packed arenas and topped charts. But lately, the thrill of the spotlight had soured with anonymous threats scrawled on notes slipped into her dressing room, eerie phone calls that breathed heavy silence, and a nagging sense that someone was always watching.
Her teamâmanager Miriam, a sharp-eyed woman in her forties with a no-nonsense bob; George, the burly producer who also handled the money; and publicist Josh, slick and ever-optimisticâhovered around her like anxious parents. They knew more than they let on. The stalker wasn't just sending creepy letters; he'd breached her home once, leaving a single black feather on her pillow as a taunt. Backstage at her last concert, a package rigged with a small explosive had injured a stagehand, shrapnel grazing his arm. But they shielded her from the worst, fearing it'd derail her tour. Desperate, they'd called in the big guns: the Diplomatic Security Service, offering a hefty fee for their top operative.
Enter Jackson Brooks, 28, a towering 6'5 light-skinned Black man built like a linebacker, with broad shoulders, chiseled arms straining his crisp white shirt, and green eyes that pierced like emeralds. His DSS career was eliteâguarding ambassadors in war zones, foiling assassination plots on senators. So when his boss reassigned him to babysit a pop and r&b star, irritation boiled over.
"With all due respect, sir? I feel one of the other agents would be better suited for the job," Jackson said, his deep voice edged with frustration during the briefing in D.C.
His superior, a grizzled veteran, leaned back. "Her team wants somebody with higher training and intelligence. Her original security needs proper oversight. You'll run operations until they nail this stalker."
Jackson groaned, rubbing his close-cropped fade. "Fine. When do I start?"
"Now. Flight leaves in an hour. Full file on 'Project Black Canary' incomingâreview it en route."
He scoffs, âProject Black Canary? Who is in charge of naming these things?â
On the red-eye to LAX, Jackson cracked open the dossier, his long fingers flipping pages under the dim cabin light. It was heavier than expected. 'ManagementâMiriam, George, publicist Joshâ withholding details from asset to protect her.' He skimmed further: stalker infiltrated residence, accessed private quarters. Explosive device at venue injured personnel. Recent shooting incident near convoyâbullets whizzed past her SUV on the freeway. Jackson groaned louder, drawing a side-eye from a passenger.
"First thing: lay it all out for her. She needs the full severity." More notes: 'Asset exhibits irritation, hostility, and anxiety. Insists original team sufficient; resistant to external intervention.' He pinched the bridge of his nose, his full lips pressing into a line. "She's gonna be a fucking headache. Difficult as hell to work with. This is why I donât do musicians." His green eyes caught the light, flickering with resolve. "Sooner we catch this bastard, sooner I'm back to real workâdiplomats, not divas. Stay professional," he muttered, snapping the file shut as the plane descended.
A black SUV whisked him from the airport to her address in the Hollywood Hills. As they pulled up, Jackson's jaw tightened. No gate. No perimeter guards. The driveway snaked openly to the front door, a sitting duck for any sniper. He shook his head, grabbing his duffel and striding in like he owned the place.
Inside, the air hummed with tension. NolĂĄna sat with her back to the entrance, legs crossed in yoga pants that hugged her thick thighs, scrolling her phone, no sense of awareness.
Gotta teach her to be aware at all times⊠also self defense. This shit is a mess.
Her team clustered around the coffee table strewn with contracts and coffee mugs.
"Special Agent Jackson Brooks! Boy, am I glad to see you," George boomed, rising to pump his hand vigorously. The older man was all smiles, relief evident in his rumpled suit.
Jackson nodded, his grip firm and professional. "Glad to be here, sir."
From the kitchen, Andersonâher head of security, a stocky guy in a poloâpiped up. "Appreciate the backup."
NolĂĄna groaned dramatically, her head falling back against the cushions. She tilted her chin up, and her dark eyes locked onto him. In her mind, a spark ignited: Damn, he fine as hell. Tall, light-skinned, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and those piercing green eyes that seemed to undress her on sight. But outwardly, she rolled her eyes, picking her head back up. "Do I really need some suit to protect me? Anderson's doing a great job."
"Thank you, Ms. NolĂĄna," Anderson replied, pride swelling.
Miriam stepped in, her voice calm but firm. "He's not just protection, NolĂĄna. He'll be your primary shadow and train the team. Secure this place right."
"Whatever," NolĂĄna huffed, crossing her arms under her ample chest, pushing her cleavage up unintentionally.
Heâd seen her before. TV, award shows, who hasnât seen her? But up close, the way she is looking at him right now? Head tilted, eyebrow raised like she feels he is full of shit already. And is that a hint of⊠want in her eyes?
Nah Iâm tripping.
Jackson felt a flickerâfeisty, yeah, he liked that fire. But no distractions. "Ma'am, with all due respectâ"
She cut him off turning to look at him with a teasing laugh, her full lips curving. "'Ma'am'? Oh my god, you can't be serious."
That did it. Jackson's patience snapped, though his tone stayed even, authoritative. "Ma'am, you need to take this seriously. The individual targeting you has breached this residenceâbeen in your house, in your room, in your bed! He's escalated to harming innocents around you to reach you. Understand the gravity."
NolĂĄna's playful demeanor shattered. Panic flashed in her eyes, her body tensing. "My house? My bed?!" She whipped around to her team, voice rising. "What the hell? You didn't tell me that!"
Miriam rushed forward, hands out. "NolĂĄna, sweetie, we were protecting youâ"
"By lying?" She shot up, fury blazing. "This is my life! I had the right to know that! And yâall kept it from me and then hired a fucking suit to potentially be a fucking meat shield! UGH!!!" She stormed off toward the hallway, hips swaying in agitation, leaving a stunned silence.
"Sorry about her," Miriam sighed, rubbing her temples. "She's very headstrong."
"What do you need from us?" George asked, eager to move forward.
Jackson exhaled, shifting into mission mode. "Budget approval, first. This property's a sieveâno surveillance, exposed entry points. We'll need major upgrades: reinforced windows and doors, full perimeter steel gate, outposts at all entrances, comprehensive camera grid, motion sensors. Armored vehicle for transport. File mentioned a shootingâbullets near her vehicle? We can't risk that again."
They nodded, pulling out laptops to crunch numbers. Jackson toured the house methodicallyâvast kitchen, home gym, recording studioâcataloging vulnerabilities. The master suite loomed at the end of the hall, NolĂĄna's domain with its king bed, silk sheets rumpled from her earlier nap, and a faint scent of jasmine lingering. Next door: his quarters, a guest room with a queen bed, en suite bath, and window overlooking the unsecured backyard.
"Make yourself at home," Josh said, clapping his shoulder. "We'll get those funds wired by morning."
Jackson dumped his bag, locking the door behind him. Alone, the weight hit. This wasn't a diplomat in a bunker; it was a celebrity in a fishbowl, team lying, target volatile. And herâNolĂĄnaâcurves that begged to be grabbed, eyes that challenged him. Professional, he reminded himself, but his dick twitched at the memory of her laugh, her ass in those pants.
He stripped off his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest rippling with muscle, faint scars from past ops crisscrossing his abs. Pants followed, boxers tenting as he sat on the bed's edge. The room was quiet, save for distant voices from the living area. Stress coiled tight in his gutâfrustration at the assignment, the breach, her resistance. He needed release.
His hand dipped into his boxers, wrapping around his thick, hardening dick. Eight inches of veined girth throbbed as he stroked slowly, base to tip, thumb circling the leaking slit. Eyes closed, he pictured herânot the client, but the woman: bent over that sectional, yoga pants yanked down, exposing her plump, dark pussy lips glistening with need. He'd grip her wide hips, slam in deep, her moans echoing like her songs.
"Fuck," he whispered, pace quickening. Fist pumping firmer, balls drawing up as he imagined her turning, dropping to knees, those full lips stretching around his shaft, sucking sloppy and eager. Her tongue swirling his head, gagging as he fucked her throat. Sweat beaded on his brow, breaths ragged. The fantasy shiftedâher on top in this very room, riding him reverse, ass bouncing, pussy clenching his dick in wet heat.
He tugged harder, free hand cupping his balls, muscles tensing. Cum built, hot and urgent. With a stifled grunt, he eruptedâthick ropes splattering his abs, dick pulsing in his grip. He milked every drop, chest heaving, the tension easing into sated calm.
Wiping clean with a tissue from the nightstand, Jackson lay back, staring at the ceiling. Get it out now. Stay sharp tomorrow. The stalker was out there, and so was sheâvulnerable, fiery, too damn tempting. He'd protect her, find the threat, and keep his hands off. For now.
The next morning dawned crisp and clear over the Hollywood Hills, the sun casting long shadows across NolĂĄna's sprawling property. Construction crews descended like an invading army, trucks rumbling up the driveway with steel beams, concrete mixers, and crates of surveillance gear. Hammers echoed, saws whirred, and the air filled with the sharp scent of fresh lumber and diesel.
Jackson Brooks was in his element, striding across the lawn in heavy black boots that crunched gravel, black cargo pants hugging his powerful thighs, and a fitted black shirt stretched taut over his broad chest. His holstered Glock sat snug on his hip, a constant reminder of his authority, while a simple gold chain glinted at his neck, catching the light with every authoritative gesture, and his wired ear piece in his ear.
He barked orders with precision, clipboard in one hand, walkie-talkie in the other. âAnderson, get those contractors on the east fence lineâsteel posts every ten feet, no gaps. Roman, park the armored SUV by the garage; we're testing the new plating today.â Anderson, the stocky original guard, nodded vigorously, sweat beading on his brow as he hustled to comply. Roman, her driverâa lanky guy with a quiet demeanorâmaneuvered the vehicle into position, casting admiring glances at Jackson's command.
From the living room window, NolĂĄna watched the chaos unfold, her arms crossed under her full breasts, pushing them up against her thin tank top. Her curvy frameâwide hips, thick ass, and smooth deep brown skinâdrew eyes even in repose, but today her expression mixed irritation with a spark of intrigue.
The man moved like he owned the place, muscles flexing as he pointed and directed, his green eyes scanning every detail. Half of her wanted to storm out and tell him to back off her sanctuary; the other half throbbed with curiosity about what those hands could do beyond barking orders.
âWhat do we know about him, really?âshe asked George, who sipped coffee nearby, his eyes glued to a tablet.
George glanced up, adjusting his glasses. âDSS file's glowing. Comes highly recommendedâprotected senators, ambassadors in hot zones. Quick with a gun; guy's a crack shot, hits moving targets at fifty yards. Smart as hell, tactical genius. No-nonsense type, so I really wished you'd stop testing the man. He's here to keep you breathing girl.â
NolĂĄna rolled her eyes, but her gaze drifted back to Jackson. âNo... is he mixed? He doesn't look fully Black.â
George chuckled softly. âBiracial, yeah. Why? Planning to flirt your way out of lockdown?â
She shot him a glare but didn't deny it, her full lips pursing. The air inside felt stuffy, the hum of activity outside too tempting. She needed fresh air, just a moment. Pushing off the couch, she slipped out the back door, bare feet padding onto the cool patio stones, the breeze teasing her loose shorts and tank.
âBack inside now, ma'am.â
The voice hit like a whipâdeep, unyielding. Jackson stood mere feet away, arms crossed, his towering frame blocking her path.
âUntil we secure the perimeter, it's best if you stay inside. No exceptions.â His tone was calm, professional, but laced with steel, those green eyes locking onto hers without flinching.
âYeah, no.â She pivoted, hips swaying defiantly as she strolled toward the garden path, determined to breathe free.
âExcuse me? No?â Jackson's boots thudded behind her, closing the distance in two strides.
âYes... no. I'm not going in.â She tossed over her shoulder, feigning nonchalance, though her pulse quickened at his proximity.
âYou are going in.â His voice dropped, a low rumble that vibrated through her.
âSure, Brooks.â She kept walking, a smirk playing on her lips, testing the waters.
âMa'am, please get inside. I don't want to have to ask you again.â The words came out low and deep, bass resonating in his chest, sending an unwelcome jolt straight to her core. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a warm ache blooming between her thighs.
âI said no.â She halted, turning to face him, chin lifted in challenge. Attitude HOT!
âAnd I'm not asking.â
Before she could retort, massive hands gripped her waistâfirm, unyielding. In one fluid motion, he hoisted her up, tossing her over his broad shoulder like she weighed nothing. Her world flipped; her ass pointed skyward, curves pressed against his hard muscle, the heat of his body seeping through her thin clothes.
âWhat the fuck?! Put me down, you asshole!â NolĂĄna screamed, fists pounding his back, legs kicking wildly. âThis is my house! You can't justââ
âCussing won't change facts,â he grunted, striding toward the door without breaking sweat, her weight a non-issue for his 6'5 frame. Anderson and Roman paused their work, exchanging wide-eyed looks but saying nothing.
âYou kidnapping me now? Government thug!â she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls as he carried her through the house, up the hall to her bedroom. Her breasts bounced with each step, nipples hardening against the tank from the friction and furyâand something darker.
He kicked the door open, deposited her on the king-sized bed with surprising gentleness despite the slam of the door behind him. âStay inside. That is an order!â His green eyes flashed anger, jaw tight, before he turned and stormed out, the door banging shut like a gunshot.
NolĂĄna sat there, chest heaving, thighs slick with unexpected arousal. âWhy did that turn me on? Ugh, I can't stand this man,â she muttered to herself, running hands through her wavy hair. Irritated heat flushed her skin, but so did desireâhis strength, that voice, the way he'd manhandled her without hesitation.
She crossed to the window, peeking through the sheer curtains. Outside, Jackson resumed command, gesturing at a contractor welding a gate post, his shirt clinging to sweat-dampened muscles. The gold chain swayed as he moved, gun a dark promise on his hip. Her breath hitched; he looked every inch the protector, dominant and unbreakable.
Plopping onto the rumpled sheets, NolĂĄna's hand trembled as she reached into her nightstand drawer. Her rose toy emergedâa sleek, pink suction device that hummed promises of relief. She kicked off her shorts, peeling away damp panties to expose her bare pussy, lips already swollen and glistening. Legs spread wide, she flicked the toy on low, the gentle pulse kissing her clit like a lover's tongue.
âFuck,â she whispered, eyes fluttering shut as she circled her entrance with two fingers, dipping into her wet heat. Memories flooded: his deep voice commanding her, those hands lifting her effortlessly, the press of his shoulder against her belly. She imagined him bursting back in, pinning her down, ripping her tank away to suck hard on her nipples, teeth grazing the peaks until she arched.
The rose toy latched on, sucking her clit with rhythmic pulls that made her hips buck. She plunged fingers deeper, three now, stretching her tight walls, thrusting in time with the vibrations. âJackson... yes, like that,â she moaned softly, picturing him between her thighs, his full lips sealing over her pussy, tongue lapping her folds while his green eyes watched her writhe.
Her free hand mauled her breast, pinching the nipple roughly, the sting heightening the build. Faster, the toy whirred on higher, suction intensifying as her fingers curled, hitting that spot inside. Sweat slicked her skin, ass grinding into the mattress. Heâd flip her over, she fantasized, yank her hips up, and drive his thick dick into her from behindâpounding deep, balls slapping her clit, his grunts mixing with her cries.
Pressure coiled tight, her pussy fluttering around her fingers. âOh god, Jacksonâfuck me harder!â The orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure ripping through as she squirted lightly, juices soaking the sheets. The toy buzzed relentlessly, drawing out every spasm until she gasped his name on a broken sob: âJackson...â
Panting, she switched it off, body limp and sated, but the ache lingeredânot just physical. Tossing the toy aside, NolĂĄna stared at the ceiling, a sly smile creeping in. This lockdown just got interesting. Down the hall, oblivious, Jackson coordinated the next phase of security installs, his focus laser-sharp. But in the quiet moments, her fire flickered in his mind tooâa distraction he couldn't afford, yet craved.
The afternoon dragged on with the relentless clamor of construction, but inside NolĂĄna's mansion, the real storm brewed between her and Jackson. After her solo release, she'd showered off the evidence of her forbidden thoughts, emerging in a fresh sundress that hugged her curves like a second skinâlow-cut to tease her cleavage, hem flirting mid-thigh. But the glow of satisfaction faded fast when Jackson knocked on her door, his voice muffled through the wood: âMa'am, we need to discuss your schedule. No outings until the perimeter's locked down.â
She yanked it open, eyes blazing. âMy schedule? Last I checked, this is my life, Brooks. Not your personal prison yard.â
He stood there, arms crossed over his black shirt, the fabric straining against his pecs, gold chain resting in the hollow of his throat. His green eyes were cool, unreadable. âYour life includes a stalker who's already breached this house. You want to brunch with friends? Fine. But it's on my termsâarmored car, full escort, and we cut it short if anything feels off.â
âFeels off? Like your bossy ass dictating my every move?â She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest, feeling the hard wall of muscle beneath. Heat radiated from him, stirring that damn throb in her core again, but she shoved it down, fueling the fire of her anger instead. âI hate how you just... take over. Like I'm some helpless kid.â
Jackson's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking. âHate me all you want, but I'm the one keeping you alive. Push me again, and you'll see how far I'll go to enforce it.â His voice dipped low, that bass rumbling like thunder, making her nipples peak against the dress. She wanted to slap himâor climb him. The confusion pissed her off more.
âFuck you, Brooks. You're insufferable.â She slammed the door in his face, heart pounding, body betraying her with a fresh slickness between her thighs. Why does he get under my skin like this? And why does it feel so fucking good? She paced, cursing his name, the unspoken pull twisting her gut. To her, it was one-sidedâhim all duty and disdain, her trapped in this web of fury and forbidden want.
By evening, the tension simmered into a cold war. Dinner was silent, her team exchanging uneasy glances as Jackson reviewed blueprints at the table, his presence dominating the room. NolĂĄna picked at her salad, shooting glares his way, imagining wiping that stoic expression off with her nailsâor her lips. He ignored her, but she caught the flicker in his eyes once, a heat that vanished quick, leaving her doubting her own senses.
The next morning, she tested him again, announcing brunch with her girls at a trendy spot in Beverly Hills. Jackson didn't blink. âArmored SUV, Roman driving, Anderson and I in tow. In and out in ninety minutes.â
âYou're ruining my vibe,â!she snapped, sliding into the back seat beside Anderson, Jackson up front with Roman. The engine purred to life, the reinforced vehicle rolling smoothly down the winding drive, now flanked by the half-finished steel gate.
As they hit the freeway, the city sprawl unfolded under a hazy sun. NolĂĄna's phone buzzed with texts from her friendsâemojis of mimosas and gossipâbut her mood soured fast. Jackson had already vetoed extending the date, citing 'unsecured venue.' Something feels off. He can feel it. Now, barely halfway there, his voice cut through the quiet cab: âChange of plans. We're heading back early. Intel suggests elevated risk today.â
âWhat? No! You can't justââ She leaned forward, fury boiling over. âThis is bullshit, Brooks! I finally get out, and you yank the leash? I hate you, you controlling asshole! Who the fuck do you think you are?â
He twisted in his seat, green eyes locking on hers through the rearview, unflinching. âI'm the guy who knows a tail when he sees one. Black sedan, two cars back. Been with us since we left the house.â His hand rested on his hip, near the Glock, posture shifting to alert.
NolĂĄna scoffed, crossing her arms, breasts heaving with each rant. âTail? You're paranoid! My girls are waiting, and you'reâfuck, Roman, don't listen to him. Drive to the restaurant!â
Roman gripped the wheel tighter, eyes flicking to Jackson. âBoss?â
âIgnore her. Slow gradual, like traffic's building. Get us back to the houseâit's the nearest safe spot.â Jackson's tone was ice, but his gaze scanned the mirrors, tracking the sedan as it mirrored their speed.
She kept cussing, words spilling hot and fast. âIgnore me?! You asshole! Take me to my friends! I swear, if you ruin thisââ Her voice cracked on a curse, but underneath the rage, that pull tugged againâhis calm command in crisis, the way his shoulders tensed, ready to shield her. It made her ache, even as she seethed. God, why him? Why now?
The SUV eased off the gas, weaving toward the exit for her neighborhood. The black sedan hung back, then surged closer, a glint of something metallic in the passenger windowâsun off a barrel? Jackson's hand drew the Glock in a blur, thumb flicking the safety.
âRoman, pull up to the gateânow. Anderson, cover the rear.â The house loomed ahead, construction crews scattering as the vehicle approached quickly.
NolĂĄna's rants faltered, eyes widening as she spotted the sedan closing in. âWhat theââ
âBrake!â Jackson barked as Roman braked hard in front of the driveway, the gate swinging open remotely. He flung his door, pivoting with weapon raised. âRoman, get her inside! Lock it down!â
Roman gunned the engine, tires screeching as he barreled through the gate. NolĂĄna twisted, heart slamming, catching a glimpse of Jackson's broad back as he advanced on foot.
âWait we canât leave him!â She yells panicked.
âHe is fine Ms. NolĂĄna.â Anderson reassures.
âHE NEEDS BACKUP!â She yells.
âHe is the back up NolĂĄna. Sit back!â Roman orders.
The sedan swerved, trying to U-turn, but Jackson firedâcrack, crackâtwo precise shots shattering the rear windshield. Glass exploded; the car fishtailed, clipping a curb before peeling away down a side street, vanishing into traffic. No tags.
Inside the SUV, NolĂĄna gripped the seat, breath ragged, the echo of gunfire ringing in her ears. Roman punched the garage code, sealing them in. She stumbled out, legs shaky, the anger fracturing into something rawâfear, gratitude, and that damn unspoken heat coiling tighter. Jackson was out there, exposed, because of her. And as much as she hated him, the thought of him hurt twisted her insides.
From the window, she watched him jog back, holstering his gun, barking into his earpiece for backup. His shirt was untucked, sweat gleaming on his light skin, and for a split second, their eyes met through the glass. His nod was curt, professionalâbut to her, it burned with promise, or maybe just her imagination running wild again.
A/n: chapter 1 done! Are yall ready for more Tyriq aka Jackson Brooks
Can I request Cameron Cade smut where the reader is pissed and Cameron lets her use him to let off some steam but she ends up overstimulated him and he taps out? Please:)
fiery â tyriq withers.
pairing ââ· cameron cade x black plus-size! reader.
synopsis ââ· built up stress with no where to place it? cameron cade is here to help!
song of chapter ââ· âuse meâ by miguel & âthe leadâ by flo.
word count + warnings ââ· 18+ content, nsfw content, no minors allowed!! foul language, pissed! reader, helpful! cameron, mentions of roommate and shared friend, flirting, kissing, sexual activity, p in v, riding, overstimulation, creampie.
a/n â here you are anon! i liked this one a whole lot, especially as someone who be stressed the hell out all the time.đ this was perf! hope you enjoy!!
âiâll take the lead.â
á„«áĄ
âdamn, y/n, you straight?â
cameron hears you before he can even see you.
the uproarious sound of your feet stomping through the apartment hallways mixed with the agitated fumbling of your house keys were only warning signs to how pissed off you were. itâs when you burst through the house like a burglar on the run, that cameron realizes how serious your attitude was right now.
and the sight of him seated so calmly in the middle of your best friendâs couch only irritated you off just a smidgen more. you exhale harshly, not wanting to take your anger out on this innocent guy. he hadnât done anything to you, simply a bystander to all the nonsense going on in your life.
sliding off the silver metallic and black nike vomero gym shoes that were on your feet, you quickly put away your tote bag and oversized gray hoodie, preparing to march right past cameron before he stops you in your steps.
âaye, y/nâŠâ he calls, turning down the volume to whatever tv show he was currently watching. you werenât sure what it was, but from the sounds of the television cast bickering, you could somewhat tell it had been reality tv related. âyou walking fast as hell, where you going?â
you turn on the heels of your sock clad feet, shrugging your shoulders once as you begin to say something. âiâm going upstairs, probably about to take a nap, iâm fucking exhausted.â
and cameron could almost let that answer be, but the deep pinch in your thick eyebrows paired along terribly with the prominent scowl on your face. today was not your best.
cameron hadnât seen you like this before.
albeit, heâd only recently started coming around, as he and your best friend / roommate had some type of friendship going on as they worked together throughout the week at the local restaurant down the street. he spent some of his off days over here watching tv and searching through the cabinets for something to snack on.
most times you didnât mindâhell, some days you hardly even seen him, as you usually came home later in the evening right before cameron was leaving out the door. you two shared very few words. the usual hi and bye to one another as you brushed past to get to your area of the apartment. the last thing on your mind was a conversation with him after youâd been drug through the mud at work.
âyou aight? ainât nobody been fuckinâ with you, have they?â
you snort softly in response, laughing for the first time all day. âif they are, what are you going to do about it, cameron?â
âimma fuck them up, stop playin wit meâ,â cameron shifts around on the comfortable hunter green sofa set you and your roommate went half on, allowing you space to sit beside him. âcome sit.â
youâre hesitant, looking towards the direction of your room, as being in your bed sounded much more relaxing right now. âcameron, iâm sorry, but i really want to lay down. my day has been so fucking long and iââ
âyou donât want to tell me about it?â
it didnât sound terribleâhaving someone to express the feelings youâd been fighting with for weeks now. you spent a lot of time on your own, as keeping relationships with others while working diligently seemed almost impossible. you often scribbled down your feelings into a journal, but were only able to express yourself so much on the lined pages.
you take cameron up on his offer.
this was your home after all, youâd sit anywhere you very well pleased to, with or without the permission of your roommates sexy ass friend. itâs no secretâany being with working eyeballs would vouch for the handsomeness of the 6 foot something, cinnamon skin toned, dimple smiled, soft eyed and boyishly charming cameron cade. you thought he was cute, but that was all. your mind didnât drift to any further territory and if it had, you quickly put things back where they belonged.
âŠor at the very least you tried to.
you sat with your feet tucked underneath your rear end, both hands in the air, as you animatedly expressed the passing weeks to cameron. youâd told him all about the annoying customers at the call center you worked at, told him how nosy and sneaky your coworkers had been, vented about the landlord raising the price of your shared rent and youâd even explained some frustration with your own family and the mess they had going about.
cameron listened in silence, nodding his head and humming softly after youâd finished a heated sentence, just to let you know that you had his undivided attention. he didnât mind listening to you rant, as he knew how challenging things could be during these times. cameron came from the same humble backgrounds as you had and knew the struggles of providing for yourself while still trying to live a healthy, regular adult life.
âdamn, y/n,â cameron blows air from his lips, pushing forward on the couch after youâve finished ranting. âi see why your attitude so fucked up.â
you laugh once more, shaking your head as he makes you burst into that full belly laugh that cause your stomach to hurt. âyeah, i try to roll with the punches and brush the shit off, but it gets hard sometimes.â
dipping a fork into the decadent chocolate mousse treat youâd bought a few days ago, cameron brings the fork to the end of his mouth before his pink tongue swipes away the cocoa residue. you werenât even mad that heâd ransacked your fridge and feasted on a special treat you saved for yourself. you unintentionally clench your plump thighs together at the sight, quickly shifting your head and the conversation elsewhere while attempting to regulate your thoughts.
âdo you know where toni is? her location said she was at the trader joeâs down the street, but itâs not loading now.â
âiâm not sure,â cameron clears his throat. âshe told me something about stopping at her girlfriend's house to pick up some shit, but i donât know how long ago that was.â
âmhm,â you nod, allowing the quiet room settle for just a brief second before cameron speaks to you again.
âhave you tried smoking or drinking a little something to help get you some relief? you know, my homeboy could hook you up with the good shit.â
âhave i?â you chuckle. âiâve ate edibles and finished entire buzz balls all in the same night just to feel better. that shit does not work and if it does, it doesnât last very long.â
you needed something strongerâsomeone stronger.
the tension you felt needed to be exercised out of you. you needed true work to be done, and pungent smelling weed paired with potent alcohol could only help so much. this thing burning within you surged deep down into your system, ruminating for months on end now and you needed someone to help you release it.
it couldnât always be you taking care of things.
âwell, shit, if thereâs ever anything you need me to do or figure out for you, iâm right here with you y/n.â
had this been any other time in your very hectic and busy life, the sentence that flowed from cameronâs lips would have been simply words, but itâs on this incredibly freeing evening that you learn the power in expressing yourself.
closed mouths donât get fed or something like that, right?
âcan you actually help me, cam?â
you raise onto your knees, reaching your hand out from where you sit, teal painted fingernails caressing the tips of cameronâs long fingers, softly blinking with your pretty curled lashes when you stare at him.
it startles cameron someâthe switch in your tone and demeanor making him curious. he hadnât known a lot about you, only hearing things from your mutual friend and the little tidbits heâd seen here and there while visiting. he liked this side of you, always thought you were extremely gorgeous yet reserved, causing him to never get a chance to fully approach you.
âyeah, yeah, y/n, whatâchu need from me?â
youâre blunt, no longer feeling the need to beat around the bush, as the anxiety of having cameron inside of you seemed far more important than being nervous. you guide his hand higher, slowly dragging the ends of his fingers across your body, where you push further into his touch. you make sure to lay his palm over the supple flesh of your chubby stomach before resting his hand along the curvature of your propped breasts.
âi want you to fuck me, cam.â
to the point at its finest.
âmmm,â cameron moans with lowered eyes, staring darkly at you when you pull down the straps of your white tank top, guiding him in squeezing his hand around the mounds of your bra covered breasts. âyeah? itâs like that, baby?â
âyeah,â you sigh and arch your back with satisfaction. âi want youâi want you so fucking badly, cameron.â
and cameron doesnât mind letting you take the lead, remaining still in his seat while you allow yourself pleasure with his body.
âyou wanna use me, mama? you want me to fuck that stress outta you, girl, want me to get that shit together for you?â
youâre nodding, silently climbing into his lap without hesitation, forcing him to free up space in his opposite hand by setting aside the chocolate mousse heâd been eating, both hands now finding comfort on the ends of your wide hips, where you grind against the growing bulge in his black joggers.
âyou gonâ ride me?â
âcan you handle me?â
your face is tucked into the crevice of his neck, your plush lips graze along the vein protruding on the left side. itâs a valid question to ask, as youâve dealt with many a man who couldnât satisfy you the way you wanted. they either finished too soon due to excitement or thought your body was too much to handle. you needed to know that cameron was willing and ableâif he wasnât he needed to let you know now.
âbaby, i got you, are you fucking kidding me.â
you laugh again, soaking in the response cameron gives. your smile is quickly replaced as your eyes close and a contorted expression glides over your face. the pad of your panties dampening when you grind into cameronâs lap harder, causing him to smack down at the back of your ass while you enjoy the pain his rough hand brings.
no oral was exchanged between the two of you, both too desperate to get his thing going instead. a cute, tummy flipping kiss to cameronâs soft lips and you were stretching your pussy over his girthy dick without a second thought.
ây/n, baby,â thereâs groaning emitting from cameronâs mouth. but you can hardly hear him, the sound seems so far away as you bounce up and down in his lap, heavy ass drumming onto his muscled thighs, causing a slapping noise to surround through the quiet living room. ây/nâfuck, fuck, ba-baby.â
âcameronâŠdaddy,â you cry while wrapping both arms around the back of his neck, resting your face onto his as you sob loudly. he doesnât even know what heâs doing to youâhow amazing heâs making you feel by allowing you space to fuck him as you please. âcam, your dicks so good, daddy, itâs so fucking good, oooh my god!â
ây/n, babyâthat pussy soakinâ me, you making such a fucking mess,â itâs an observation as he speaks out loud, physically feeling your wetness drip down his shaft and balls before finally touching the fabric of the couch.
toni would just have to understand.
you move more. picking up in pace as you wrap your feet behind cameronâs legs, both plump thighs now propped on each side of him, trapping him underneath you. he had nowhere to go, stuck in his seat as you fucked him like a crazy person.
you frown pathetically, hips shivering as you nod your head. you knew what was coming next. you hide away between his neck, hips having a mind of their own now snapping into cameron with deliberate yet powerful force. it brings out the loudest groan from cameron, whoâs eyes flutter close with a drawn mouth open. he canât believe what he feelsâluscious breasts brushing against his bare chest with snug walls that hug him like theyâve missed him for ages.
you werenât kidding about having pent-up energy. cameron didnât think you were lying, but he certainly didnât think it was to this extreme. youâd already came twice, and here you were still rocking with force onto his dick, rising over his brick hard shaft before slamming down into his lap once again. he doesnât have to do a thingâhands vibrating along your sides when you jump on top of him.
ây/nây/n,â he stumbles over his words, mind going numb when you clench around him like this. heâs close, thereâs this flipping flowing around his abdomen, and cameron has never felt something so intense in his life. heâs so very close to cumming and shooting his load directly into you. ây/n, baby, you, iâyou gotta fucking get up, youâyou gotta getâ iâm about to nut, baby.â
âunh, unh,â you deny him. not when youâre this close, not when youâve worked this hard to get to this point. ânut in me, cam, cum in me, please.â
no condom was one thingâcumming in you was an entirely different world.
âlet me, let meâlet me get you upââ
you refuse, standing firm on your previous statement, your breathing shoots out in quick bursts. hot and airy along cameronâs cheeks when you keep your eyes pierced to his, vision just as clouded as his currently was.
âcum in me, daddy. want you to cum in me. need you to flood my pussy, baby.â
you canât talk to him like thatâitâs too much for him to take all at once. cameronâs not sure what he signed himself up for, yeah he volunteered to help you out, but heâd never thought youâd be the one to slut him out like this.
his hand reaches for the back of the couch, needing some type of brace as his orgasm approaches and he can surely see you werenât coming up until youâd completed your mission.
âyouâre fuckinâ crazy,â he growls. âyou gotâyou got me in this pussy going crazy.â
he says it with irritation, contradicting the way he truly feels. how much he likes you, your body and the way you like him right back. your full breasts end right before your chubby stomach, and peaked nipples poke directly out at him.
âahh, fuckkkkk! fuck, shitttt!â
cameron howls as if heâs been wounded, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, jaw trembling as he busts his nut directly into your pussy. spurts of hot semen fill your insides to the brim, while you continue to ride out this chaotic high, fat ass shaking on his dick as you begin to orgasm one final time.
you and cameron stay put for a few seconds, heated breathing flowing from the both of you as you attempt to regulate. you unsure of what to think or do next, the muffled words of, âi feel so much better, cam.â
the words flow from your mouth after all is finished, a quick peck pressed to his lips and it takes cameron by surprise, but thoroughly enjoying the affection you grant him. and cameron is just glad he could be of service, exhaustedly wiping a bead of fallen sweat from his forehead.
Genre: whole lotta angst coupled with tooth-rotting fluff
Warnings: Issues regarding weight! Belittling (Casting directors). Toxic relationship with social media. Reader is meaner than mean to herself, and literally everyone who breathes in her direction. Unhealthy weight loss practices. comparison to others. Reader develops a bad relationship with food (ED parallels). Rapid weight loss. Industry pressure. Feelings personified (?), Jaafar (rightfully so) sabotageâs readerâs plan.Â
Summary: You knew you checked every box for the lead in a projected block-buster film that had been heavily anticipated for months now. Every box except the one with digitized numbers. They glare up at you, as your heart sinks deeper into your chest. Oftentimes, people never talk about how gradual desperation can be. It started small, a skipped meal here, only a protein shake for dinner there, but how long can your hunger for a big-break trump your basic necessities? As you start to become a shell of who you once were, your boyfriend decides enough is enough.
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You had done everything right: long nights memorizing lines, endless rehearsals for a part not yet guaranteed, shutting out anything that broke your focus, and starting a rigorous diet. Exhaustion weighs on your bones, hunger grips you, and a sour feeling settles beneath your skin as the casting director, Margaret, looks up from the notes she had been pretending to write, pity on her face.
âIâm sorry, miss y/n, but weâre going to have to look in another direction.â Her tone made your efforts feel futile. A hole tears through your chest, and denial creeps in. It whispers, âSheâs just joking. Any minute now, sheâll say youâve got the part.â
Except, she doesnât. Margaret folds her lips inward and finds a very interesting spot on the floor. Your brows knit together, and a frustrated sound leaves you. âIâ pardon me if I sound aggressive. But why? I donât mean to be arrogant, but I am quite literally everything youâre looking for. You told me so yourself, three months ago.â
Margaret clears her throat and glances down, trying to avoid angering the aspiring actress any further. âYesâŠI did. But unfortunately,â she begins slowly, âyou just donât quite match what we are looking for, umâŠvisually.â Your eyebrows nearly shoot to the back of your head. Was she serious?
âExcuse me? VisuaâVisually?!â Margaret flinches, realizing her poor choice of words may be her undoing. âWait, thatâs not howââ You laugh. âI think it is. Whatâs the problem, Ms. Maggie? Is it my hair? My face, or maybe my teeth? Hm? Whatâs so wrong visually?â
On days like this, Margaret wishes she had gone into another profession. Three months ago, when she âscoutedâ you out, she didnât expect you to take the offer seriously. It was a laid-back comment at a socialite dinner, after a long day of searching for âMrs. Right,â about how you would be perfect for the role. She didnât think you would call her assistant two weeks later for an audition, or show your face when the random date came around. Now she realizes her careless comment has boxed her in, and she isnât eager to admit the part was never meant for you. She just wants to get through this without making a bigger mess of it.
You are a powder keg, and if this director isnât careful with her next words, she will light the spark. Still, Hollywood is cutthroat, and Margaret canât spare your feelings. She also canât afford to let this drag on any longer. âNo, it isnât any of that, y/n.â You wait impatiently for an answer, palms turned up as if to say, âWell, go on then.â
The older woman sighs. A tired look washes over her face, knowing what sheâs about to say will surely crush you, but her plate is more than full, and she has other auditions to get through. âItâs your weight, honey. You wonât fit into the costumes required for the role, and unless you can find a way to dropâŠIâd say twenty more pounds before production starts, which is in three weeks; thereâs nothing I can do for you.â She wants the easiest way out of this conversation and wants you gone before it turns into a bigger problem.
The hole in your heart grows. Twenty pounds in three weeks? It took you six weeks to lose ten. Reality hits hard and fast. Youâd done your best, and it wasnât good enough. Anger steps up now. You take a deep breath despite the heat crawling up your neck; one bad outburst with one of the biggest names in the film industry could ruin your image. Margaret looks bored. The tips of your ears feel hot, and your chest rises faster. âTw-Twenty? Margaret, thatâs impossible!â
The older womanâs shoulders rise in indifference. âThatâs reality.â A pregnant pause follows as she watches your face morph into despair. âIâm sorry, honey. Really, I am. But youâre just not our girl.â She says it like a final answer, hoping the decision will stick and she can move on.
As you stand there in disbelief, your ears ring, and whatever consolation the older woman is offering falls on deaf ears. Youâve been torn asunder, and suddenly itâs hard to breathe. Depression swallows you whole. Bargaining makes quick work of diving in after you. Cradling your body in a tight embrace, she leans into you, whispering, âYou can do it. Just work a little harder. When are you ever going to get another chance like this again?â
When you resurface from the depths of your despair, Margaret looks between you and the door, hinting that your time here is over. You donât want to drag this out any longer than you already have, but you worked so hard, and that little voice in your head was right. When were you going to get another chance like this?
âI can do it!â You blurt out, voice dripping with desperation. âI can drop the weight before production. Just give me until production starts.â
The look Margaret wears conveys nothing but skepticism. âYou really think you can drop twenty poundsâŠin three weeks?â You nod quickly. âYes, I can. All Iâm asking is that you hold the part for me.â Yet again, a tired sigh leaves the older womanâs mouth. She throws her hands up and shakes her head. âOkay. Fine. You get three weeksââ A smile creeps onto your face as hope returns. Before you can thank her, she gives you a pointed look, holding up her hand to stop you. âBut if you canât get it done by then, Iâm giving the role to the girl we already have waiting. Do not waste my time, y/n.â Your mouth closes, starting to feel dry as realization dawns on you. They already have someone, and you have to beat out whoever the current âMrs. Perfectâ is.
âIâI wonât. Thank you, Maggie.â Margaret offers you a curt nod and begins packing her things. As she does, you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. You nod to yourself, spin on your feet, and start toward the door. âOh, y/n.â You freeze mid-stride and look over your shoulder, hoping she hasnât suddenly changed her mind. âIf you do manage to pull this off, in the future, you should keep in mind that desperation is ugly. Passion is attractive. Do not confuse the two,â she adds, making sure her warning sounds like advice.
Unsure of how to take her comment, you fold your lips inward and nod once before turning to leave. Even though you have undoubtedly backed yourself into a corner, your lips stretch into a small smile on the way down the hall. It canât be that hard, right? Itâs just twenty pounds, and if it doesnât take that long to gain the weight, it shouldnât be too hard to lose it. Right?
Yeah, well, your stomach begged to differ. The first day was easier than you thought. Besides a pang in your gut here and there, it wasnât much trouble. Protein bars and water became your new best friends, and youâd even started working out with your boyfriend. Though he wasnât complaining, Jaafar couldnât help but raise a brow. You were going at it harder than him, and when he asked about it, you gave the same response. âI just want to tone up a little bit.â He couldnât shake the feeling that you werenât being completely honest, but there wasnât enough evidence to catch you in a lieâŠyet.
At the end of week one, your mind had become a true tyrant. The missed meals were starting to get to you, and the number on the scale had only dropped by two. You had fourteen days left, and eighteen pounds holding on to you like glue. You stand in front of the mirror, cursing your body for its imperfections. Instagram shows you endless photos of what you could be; the reflection in the glass shows you everything you arenât. Model after model, flaunting their effortless beauty, almost in a mockery of your predicament. They donât look like they eat, they donât even look like they shit. You want to look like you donât shit.
So, you take more aggressive measures. At three a.m., during a frantic deep-dive search for a solution to your problem, you read somewhere online that the body can survive for about three weeks without food. Perfect, you only needed two. Diets that canât possibly be safe also come into play. What even is âwater fastingâ? Doesnât matter, youâre doing it.
Another seven days pass, and you grow weaker, more irritable than ever before, and incredibly disappointed by the number blinking through the little glass plate. Youâd only lost ten more pounds, leaving eight to go. In truth, on day twelve of Mission: Impossible, you were sure more weight than what was necessary had left your body. Why couldnât you just be perfect? The mirror calls to you again, for the fifth time today, and you answer. Itâs cruel, the ritual youâve begun. Clad in nothing but your underwear, you stand in front of the glass and pick yourself apart.
From head to toe, you itemize every issue you see, and slowly but surely, your psyche begins to crumble. The image no longer reflects the way it should. Instead, it showcases a mess of parts that donât fit together. Arms that are too flabby, a chest that is too small, a waist that stretches uncomfortably wide, thighs that take up far too much room. No part of you was safe from ridicule. âBabe?â Jaafar called out, worry lacing his tone. âYou okay in there? Itâs been an hour.â You let out a deep breath and rolled your eyes. âYes, J. Mâfine.â Short and to the point, something you never were before. You refused to tell Jaafar about Margaret's words and how they still haunt your mind, knowing that heâll only keep you from going through with what you considered to be a solid plan.
Your fury doesnât stop with the reflection in the glass. No, not at all. In fact, snapping over things that never used to matter, like the position of the couch in the living room, or how the remote was left on the counter instead of the coffee table, has become the new norm. Even the poor dog catches heat. All your fur baby did was jump up to greet you, something you normally love. Unfortunately for Willow, who canât possibly begin to understand the woes that trouble her owner, the hunger and lack of energy create a volatile mix within your being. âWillowâŠNO! Get down!â Never has the poor puppy ever heard you take this tone of voice with her. Her ears drop, tail tucks, and a small whimper leaves her mouth before she decides sheâs no longer happy to see you. Jaafar canât help the worry that settles over him. What was happening to his sweet girl? Youâd been so far out of character lately that your boyfriend was almost convinced youâd been replaced.
Your boyfriend decides to start watching you more closely. Something isn't right, and he is going to figure it out. On day seventeen, at four in the morning, he pretends to sleep as your body slips out of bed and heads for the bathroom. He doesnât hear the door click shut. Instead, a frustrated huff graces his ears. Jaafar turns on his side, cracking one eye open. The soft yellow light illuminates the bedroom. He sits up slowly and carefully peels the cover from his legs , not wanting to alert you just yet. His feet touch the hardwood floors of your shared bedroom, offering a muted âthudâ. Jaafar hears you shuffle a bit and freezes. A moment passes before he is able to move again. The creak of the glass scale placed in the corner of your bathroom is the next thing he hears, and after a few seconds, a defeated whimper. Oh, so thatâs what all this has been about. At first, Jaafar thinks that light reassurance would suffice. Reminding you of all the reasons he loves you, and kissing it better, would be enough to ease your mind.
He gently rises out of the bed, planning to make his way into the bathroom and plant featherlight kisses across your body. As he approaches the door, his ears catch something through the crack, whispers that reveal just how bad things have really gotten for you. There you are, trapped in a sad reverie. âNot enoughâŠtoo fucking fatâŠtoo damn ugly.â Jaafarâs heart sank. This is no longer about the number on the scale. You are at war with yourself. He decides right then that enough is enough. A hand comes up to run through his curls. How was he going to pull you from your own mind? He wanted to step in now and stop the barrage of insults you threw at the girl in the mirror, but it would only make things worse. Jaafar has been with you long enough to know how you work. Youâll get defensive and tell him off the moment he questions why youâre being so hard on yourself. He steps away from the bathroom, thinking about how he was going to break your resolve. The sink starts running, letting him know heâs got limited time to return to his post. Jaafar dives back under the covers,
When the day officially begins, Jaafar starts to scheme. He knows that youâve only been able to get away with this for so long because youâve been ducking and dodging him. His schedule is rather demanding these days with the filming of his uncle's biopic, which makes it easy for you to slip under his radar. He calls the production team to let them know heâs taking a personal day, then hangs up quickly before anyone can question his sudden absence. Jaafar then puts his plan into motion. First order of business, finding you.
He moves through the house swiftly, staring with the bathroom, your new favorite place. It turns up empty, so he heads down the hall, peaking into the guest room, where you normally work. When the only sign of life he finds in the room is Willow, he moves on to the living room. There, he finds you, perched atop the couch, wrapped in a blanket, staring into the void. An unexplainable discomfort washes over him. He takes a long look at you. Thinner than before, more tired, eyes devoid of a light theyâve always had. Jaafar feels his heart split in two.
Heâs never seen you like this before. Jaafar approaches with the caution of a man defusing a bomb. He sinks down into the orange sectional, something you insisted on because it was âToo whimsical not to buy!â And how could he ever deny you? When you donât acknowledge him, he clears his throat. âBaby?â You blink slowly, eyes shifting toward him. âHm?â
âYouâ You doing okay?â Jaafar asks, unsure of whether or not you realize where you even are. He receives a single nod as a response. The silence that settles over the room becomes uncomfortable as the lie hangs in the air between the two of you. He takes in a breath, purses his lips, and lets out a hum. It becomes apparent that he will have to work far harder than he originally thought. âAlright, well, do you want to join me for breakfast? Itâs my day off, and Iâd like to spend it with you. If you arenât busy.â
You shake your head and decline with a smile. âNo, thank you, honey, I already ate.â Another lie. You arenât messy, but you do have a tendency to leave things out of place when youâre in a rush to satiate your hunger. Jaafarâs eyes cut to the kitchen, and notice that everything is as it was the night before. The rejection stings, but he knows he canât call you on it, so he simply nods and heads toward the kitchen. âOkay. Once I finish, we can find something to do then, yeah?â he calls out. You hum in absentmindedly, already back within the confines of your mind. A sheer test of will begins as Jaafar sets to work. Your jaw tingles and your mouth waters as the pleasant aroma of eggs and pancake batter fills the shared living space. You need to get out of here. Now.
The patio is your safest option. You rise from the sofa and make your way to the side door in three quick strides, intent on keeping that godforsaken promise you made to Margaret. As you round the corner of your home, making your way further into the back yard, the sound of a window opening stops you dead in your tracks. That little shit is playing dirty, and he knows it. The furniture on the patio, a dark brown and cream set of two chairs and a table, sits just in front of the kitchen window. With a huff, you walk up to one of the chairs and drag it out into the grass, plopping down firmly with a scowl on your face. You remain there basking in the faint smell of the food you oh so badly wanted to indulge in as you scroll down your Instagram feed, trying to find the strength to resist.
When noon rolls around, Jaafar makes you a sandwich. Something simple, sure, but youâve always shared one with him, so he expects you to break. When he hands it to you, a small smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes forms on your face. You stare at it for a moment, and then place the fruits of his labor in the fridge, telling l him youâll eat it later; Jaafar feels a vein pulse on his forehead. He was going to have to up the ante. He leans over the counter as you close the fridge, taking a bite out of the delicacy heâs prepared. A near pornographic moan floods your ears, and you look over to him, shock evident on your face. His eyes are rolled back as he chews. âOh my god,â He drags out, âThis might be the best sandwich Iâve ever made.â
You go to call him out on his ridiculous attempt to shake your conviction. As you do, Willow trots up the hall, having been alerted by her fatherâs outburst. âOh, Willow, want a bite?â The spoiled girl pants, salivating as your boyfriend tears a corner off his sandwich. When he tosses it in the air, Willow catches it, barely chewing before licking her lips and sitting back down, as if to ask for more. Theyâre plotting against you, youâre convinced. You look back at the fridge, second-guessing whether or not the power to push through is as strong as you thought. Deciding that it is, you turn on your feet and head toward the back of the house, hoping to get as far away from your conspirators as possible.
By dinner, Jaafar has mapped out an entire game plan in his head. Starting with cooking your favorite dish for dinner. When he sees that youâve emerged from your sulking session, he calls to you.
âBaby, arenât you hungry? I havenât seen you eat a single thing today.â
Yes. You absolutely were fucking hungry, and you knew he knew it. A plate rests in his hands. He smiles at you, love and a dash of concern flash through his eyes. âI thought Iâd make you something quick for dinner.â
The tantalizing, juicy steak, accompanied by mixed veggies and mashed potatoes, teases you. You glare at him, then at the plate, genuinely offended. This wasnât even something remotely quick. This was a terrifyingly effective strategy. One that took work and dedication. You take in a deep, shaky breath. âCan you set it aside, for now? I just havenât had much of an appetite.â The words come out stung together through clenched teeth, wavering, and full of deceit. âOh,â He starts, feigning thought, âI wouldnât want it to get cold, though. Maybe Iâll just feed it to Willââ Before he can finish, and you can think, an exclamation leaves your lips. âNO!â
Bingo. Jaafar resists the urge to smile, knowing heâs got to really sell this before you slip through again. âBut you arenât going to eat it now. Willow absolutely will.â He says, tone serious as can be. Your brows tighten, lips parting in disbelief. âWillow canât appreciate the art of a good steak.â Your boyfriend knows heâs won now, but for good measure, he makes sure youâll bite. âYeah, well, neither can you. Apparently.â
You roll your eyes and walk toward him, reaching for the food. âJust give me the goddamn plate.â He pulls it back, offense washing over his being. âBaby, that isnât how we ask for things now, is it?â You mutter under your breath, something about how he needs to stop playing, and reach for the plate again. Again, he pulls it back with an expectant look on his face. Oh my god. Heâs really going to make you say it. You ponder whether the food was really worth it. As you do, your eyes catch sight of Willow sitting patiently behind Jaafar. Absolutely not. âCan I please have the food?â You grumble out.
A wicked grin spreads across Jaafarâs face, âCan I please have the foodâŠWho?â Your shoulders drop. This nigga canât be serious. Willow's tongue darts out, and thatâs all it takes for you to try again. âCan I please have my food. My loving, handsome, amazing, sexy boyfriend.â Though it comes out dripping with sarcasm, itâs enough for Jaafar to hand over the sustenance you oh so desire. You shuffle over to the dinner table, set the plate down, and take your place in one of the chairs. Jaafar joins you, wasting very little time digging in.
Just as you reach for the silverware, a small voice in the back of your mind creeps to the forefront. âIs this really what you want? What about that part? Youâre almost there, whatâs a few more meals?â Youâre frozen, tears well in your eyes as you remember the reason youâve endured the torture this long. Jaafar looks up, getting ready to ask you how your food is. The image in front of him is heartbreaking. His girl with glassy eyes, looking down at the food he prepared, as if itâs going to kill her. He sets his fork down and moves quickly, kneeling near your chair and resting a hand on your thigh. âHey, hey. Whatâs going on? Talk to me, mama.â He says, voice barely above a whisper.
âFour days.â You choke out. Jaafarâs eyebrows come together; he doesnât understand. âWhat are you talking about, baby?â Biting back a sob, you go to speak again, âIâve only got four days to get the rest of the weight off.â Jaafar is still confused. What the hell are you trying to lose so much weight for? âBabyâŠI donâtââ
A whimper leaves your lips, and you shake your head. He closes his mouth, waiting for you to continue. âYou remember my audition with Margaret?â He gives a confirmatory nod, still listening intently. âYes, congratulations again.â Your eyes cut to meet his, âNo. Not fucking âcongratulationsâ, Jaafar.â You swallow a big gulp of air, trying to maintain composure. âShe told me Iâd need to lose twenty more pounds than I already had before the part was guaranteed to me.â Jaafar scoffs, and an incredulous look befalls him. âWhat?â You lean back in your chair and tip your head back to look up toward the ceiling. âIâm scared I wonât be able to do it, and I already told her I would.â
Jaafar sits back on his haunches, face contorting into something between anger and disgust. âYou didnât need to do it.â You snap your head back toward him, scrunching your face in the process. âYes, I did, Jaafar. Did you not hearââ He shakes his head, cutting you off quickly. âNo, y/n. You fucking didnât. The part was yours before you even walked in there. Margaretâs just a bitch.â Your breath hitches. Never has Jaafar spoken about another huma being like this in front of you. And what did he mean by the part was already yours? âJaafar, I donâtââ He lets out a long breath and opens his mouth again. âThe director, James, had already reached out to me and let me know you were what he needed to make the movie a success. He let you go through the audition process so there would be no questions about whether favoritism was involved.â
You canât believe it, he has to be lying. âBut Margaret, she saidââ Your boyfriend takes your hand, and looks you in the eye. âBaby, Margaret is just the casting director. Well-known, yeah, but she doesnât have the final say. James does.â A shaky breath leaves your body. All this time, sheâd been lying to you? And look how far you went for it. As you sit there, dumbfounded, something she said to you before replays in your mind. âDesperation is ugly.â That may have been the one thing she told the truth about. Look at what it did to you, how it made you treat the ones closest to you. The damn breaks, âOh my god.â Jaafar catches you before you fall apart, wrapping you in a tight embrace. âIâm so sorry, I justâ I thoughtââ
He shushes you and assures you that itâs okay. If Jaafar knows one thing, itâs that heâll be calling James first thing in the morning. Until then, heâll settle for bringing you back from hell. âDonât worry about it, baby, it wasnât your fault.â He squeezes you tighter and presses a kiss to your temple. âHow aboutâŠwe finish dinner? After that, we put on onsies, watch a cheesy movie, and thenâŠI show you all the reasons I love you as you are. Hm? Howâs that sound?â
A smile breaks through the tears, and you pull back to look at your boyfriend. His eyes hold a love youâre more than grateful for; the tears falling from your face are no longer there because of an unattainable goal, but because the man in front of you is loving you through a version of yourself you can barely stand to look at. You can only offer him a fractured âOkay, baby.â He smiles, âOkay.â
He returns to his chair, fully expecting you to take a moment to process. When he looks over, he finds you shoveling down the lukewarm dinner, small grunts escaping as you move. A deep, loud belly-laugh erupts from his chest. He knew you were still in there somewhere. âDo you need anything with that, baby?â He chuckles. You swallow and nod fast, as if it were something critical, âYes, a soda.â Another cackle rings through the room, and as he moves to fetch your drink. You catch his wrist, âThank you, love. For everything you are.â He shakes his head at you, bending down to catch your lips. The kiss is soft, almost reverent. When he pulls away, his hand comes up to cup your face, and he kisses your forehead next. âDonât thank me for loving you. Itâs what Iâm here for.â
Genre: SMUT!!(MDNI), Technically enemies to lovers(?). University!AU
Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI), bullying. We're gonna tag angst to be safe. Reader is dramatic. Virginity loss. Big-Dick Maj (Holup, working with a monster!) Oral (m. receiving). Edging. Slight dacryphilia(?). Nipple play!Slight mommy kink (appears once). P in V (protected). Jermajesty's not as innocent as you think, reader's just as bad. (They're both creeps)
Summary: Y/n is assigned as Jermajesty's partner. While she'd rather be doing anything else, she figures the best way to learn is hands on.
W.C: 8.2k (She's juicy, honey)
Authorâs Note: First dish is up! WAD won the vote, and so here I am to deliver. Y'all I had a ball cooking this one up (it's been in the kitchen for two months, and y'all forced me to finish it). Let me know what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it, and as always, happy reading!
-Love, B. đ€
âȘ The Archive
The lecture hall door swings open with a thud against the rubber stopper, and you sail through it like you're making an entrance on a reality tv show. Your hip does most of the heavy lifting because your hands are full. One clutches an iced latte the color of a sunset, while the other holds your phone, which you're actively ignoring because the group chat has been blowing up since six this morning, and you know those whores have nothing serious to talk about.
Everyone looks up. They always do. You've accepted it as a natural law by now, like gravity or the fact that the dining hall will always be out of the good yogurt by the time you get there.
When you walk into a room, people notice. You're the girl with the glossed lips, cropped tops, and skirts that toe the lines of the campus dress code so dangerously it might as well be a tightrope act. Some people call you a ditz. Others, more creatively, call you a bimbo. You, however, prefer to call yourself efficient. Because really, why waste precious mental real estate pretending to care about things you don't? Your brain is a finite resource, and you've chosen to allocate it to the things that matter: your social standing, aesthetic, and the ability to read a room and make everyone in it do what you want. Everything else is background noise.
You slide into your usual seat, third row from the back, by the window, where the light hits your face just right, and you can watch the squirrels wage their endless war against the campus landscaping. Your designer tote hits the desk with a clatter that could wake the dead, and a few heads swivel in your direction. You don't bother to look up, finding your phone more interesting. Besides, you know exactly what they're seeing: a girl who looks like she stepped out of a magazine spread, completely unbothered by the weight of academic responsibility. BIO202 may very well be the bane of your existence. A serious thorn in your otherwise perfectly manicured side. You've already taken this class twice.
Twice.
And failed both times, not because you couldn't understand the material, but because you couldn't be bothered to show up for the exams or the labs. Or, you know, any of the classes after the first week. But third time's the charm, right? That's what your academic advisor said, anyway, with that strained smile people get when they're trying to be supportive but are also deeply concerned about your life choices.
Professor Wallace shuffles in like a man who has given up on life but still has bills to pay. His tie is crooked, his hair looks like it lost a fight with a pillow, and he's muttering something about traffic and his existential crisis of running out of coffee on a Monday morning. The room falls into a hush, the kind of collective silence that says everyone has agreed, without consulting each other, that this is a don't-make-eye-contact kind of morning.
He fumbles with his briefcase, drops a stack of papers, picks them up, drops them again, and finally gives up, leaving them in a chaotic pile on his desk. For a long moment, he just stares at the mess, like he's waiting for it to organize itself out of sheer pity. When it doesn't, he sighs, adjusts his glasses, and clears his throat.
"Good morning, everyone," Wallace drones out. His voice serves as the auditory equivalent of a wet blanket. He does a headcount, eyes scanning the room with the enthusiasm of someone counting inventory at a warehouse. "Before we begin today's lesson, I have an announcement."
You sigh, loud enough for the guy next to you to glance over. You pop the lid off your fruity little drink and take a long sip, just to have something to do with your hands. Announcements are never good. They always mean extra work, stricter rules, or some new policy designed to make your already tedious life even more complicated. You brace yourself for the worst.
"As you all know," Wallace continues, and you can already feel your stomach churning, "the final project makes up a big chunk of your overall grade for this course."
Here it comes; the hammer is about to fall.
"To, uh, encourage collaborative thinking and foster a sense of âacademic communityâ... as the dean puts it, I've assigned each of you a permanent partner for the remainder of the semester."
A wave of groans ripples through the room, a chorus of shared misery that sounds like a gospel choir of the damned. You roll your eyes so hard you see stars. The plan for this class (and, let's be honest, your entire academic career) was simple. Apply minimal effort, show up, look good, make a few snide comments, and leave. Now, thanks to Professor Wallace's misguided attempt at team-building, you're going to have to remember some random loser's name for the next three weeks. Tragic. Absolutely tragic.
The disordered professor adjusts his glasses, squinting at a piece of paper that looks like it's been through a war. "I'll call your names. Find your partner and get acquainted. You have the rest of the class to start planning."
You make a face, already drafting a detailed complaint in your head. You're going to be stuck with some eager beaver who wants to meet every day at the library, or worse, someone who doesn't shower and has strong opinions about the correct way to cite sources.
A nightmare scenario is unfolding in real time, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Wallace starts rattling off names, pairing people up with the efficiency of a computer algorithm designed by someone who hates fun. You watch as your classmates shuffle around, finding their new partners with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Some look relieved. Others look like they've just been sentenced to community service.
"L/n and..." Wallace pauses, squinting at his paper. "Jackson."
What?
You turn slowly, like a possessed doll, scanning the room until your eyes land on him.
Jermajesty Jackson.
The universe has a sense of humor; you're sure of it. A sick, twisted, heartless sense of humor. There's no other explanation for why you, the queen of the social jungle, have been paired with the dweeb at the bottom of the food chain. The loser that wears the ratty graphic tees, has glasses that never stay on his face, and a backpack that looks like itâs been to hell and back. âYour eyes meet, and he looks just as horrified as you feel. âA scoff leaves your lips as you slouch in your seat. â
"Him? Seriously?" you lament, already feeling the five stages of grief creeping in.
âThe young man flinches, just a little. He wasn't expecting you to be so openly disgusted. His gaze drops to his notebook, fingers curling around his pen.
âWallace wears a flat expression, âIf you donât like it, Iâd be happy to fail youâŠa third time Ms. L/n.â â
Touche.
Jermajesty takes his place in the now empty seat next to you. He doesnât speak, though, knowing better than to try and engage with someone as popular (and disgruntled) as you. Instead, he starts observing. â
Youâre gorgeous, a blind man could see that much. Youâre also very put together, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The guys here want you, and the girls want to be you. Youâre also mean as fuck. But the thing about you that brings Jermajesty the most comfort is the fact that you might actually be the dumbest person heâs ever met. â
Not that it was ever often, but when you did participate in class, it wasnât hard to tell that glitter gloss and mini-skirts reigned supreme in your head. He isnât all that thrilled to be partnered with you either. In fact, he finds you obnoxious and canât really see what everyone else does. But your disinterest means you wonât get in the way later on, so he can deal with the circumstanceâŠfor now.â
When the bell finally rings, you're out of your seat before the sound fully fades, already searching the growing crowd for your friends. You find them, Mia, Dai, and Tania, waiting a few feet from the door. A cluster of perfectly styled hair, designer clothes, manicured nails. Theyâre probably talking about this weekendâs party, or about how Serenaâs leave-out really was left out. â
"Hey!" you call, approaching rapidly, and they turn, faces lighting up. â
"Y/n! Oh my god, I need to tell youâ" Dai starts, but you cut her off.
â "You wonât believe what just happened," you say, waving your hand to cut her story short. "So, I got paired with someone for a project in bio, right?"
âThey all lean in, listening intently. They too know the pain of random academic partnership.
âBitchâŠwhoâd you get?" Mia asks. â
You say his name like it's a disease, one that will most certainly kill you within forty-eight hours. â
Thereâs a beat of silence, then Mia blinks. "WaitâŠJermajesty? The one with the extra fine brother?" â
"Yeah," you say, actively deflating. "Thatâs the one." â
They all turn, like synchronized swimmers, to see Jermajesty exiting the room. He hasn't noticed yet, waiting for the hall to clear, completely unaware that he's become the center of attention. â
"Oh my god," Dai whispers, halfâlaughing. "Girl he looks a mess!" â
"Bitch! Look at the pokemon cards in his bag," Mia chimes in, giggling while pointing. A small crowd begins to form as they poke a little more.
Tania, the loudest of the group, tilts her head and says, loud enough to carry, "What a fuckinâ dork!" â
The crowd starts to laugh, and you do too. Because thatâs what youâre supposed to do, right? Thatâs the script. Youâre the queen, and this is your court. If the school were a monarchy, your face would be on the dollar. Then you go to crack your own joke, but when you look back, Jermajestyâs frozen.
His shoulders are tense, and his hands are trembling. For a second, he just sits there, like he's trying to decide if he actually heard what he thinks he heard. Then he looks up. His eyes meet yours for a split second, and all you see is hurt. Pure embarrassment and humiliation fill his face as he pretends Taniaâs words donât sting.
He breaks away from your gaze and looks around quickly, searching for an out. âSomething in your chest twists violently. Itâs a feeling youâd normally write off. But itâs suspiciously close to empathy. âHow annoying.
You don't doâŠguilt.
You say what you want, when you want, and if people can't handle it, that's their problem. But thisâŠthis is just sad. It might have something to do with how he looked at you, like he expected you to be on his side, when you weren't. Whatever it is chips away at your resolve.
You suck in a dramatic breath through your nose. What youâre about to do might qualify as social suicide, but the barely-used, dust-covered better part of you (which lives somewhere near your conscience and your love of limited edition lip gloss) canât let him sit there looking like a kicked puppy. Especially since his only crime is existing. â
"Hush," you snap at your friends, and before they can ask whatâs up, you're walking back toward the classroom, heels clicking loudly against the tile. âJermajesty is trying to steady himself and is about halfway through reciting the elements of the periodic table when you stop in front of him. He startles, like he wasn't expecting you to come anywhere near him. â
"Hey," you say, voice casual, like you didn't just let your friends humiliate him thirty seconds ago. â
"Please leave me alone," he all but begs, voice meek.
âYou flinch at the way he speaks. How the hell do you even fix this? Never have you attempted to console someone before. Without much more thought, you whip out your phone, unlock it, and thrust it at him. "Give me your number."
He blinks. "What?"
â"Your number," you repeat, rolling your eyes like he's being difficult on purpose. "So I can text you about our project. Duh." â
He stares at you for a second, then at your phone, then back at you. "Oh. Um. Okay." â
The crowd that rallied to watch you tear the boy apart begins to disband once they realize that you arenât being hostile. The boy in front of you visibly relaxes as the onlookers keep moving. He hesitates for a moment, then takes your phone with careful fingers, like he's afraid he'll break it, and types in his contact info. When he hands it back, you glance at the screen. â
Jermajesty J. â
Cute.
You snatch the phone back and tuck it into your purse, then lean in a little closer, dropping your voice so only he can hear. â"Attentionâs off you now. You're welcome," you murmur, tilting your head slightly before finishing. "Oh, and do. not. text me." â
His eyes widen just a bit, realizing you only handed over your life source to save his skin. "I⊠okay?"
â"Good." You give him one last look, halfâannoyed, halfâsomething else you don't want to name, then turn and walk back to your friends. âThey're all watching you with confusion written across their faces clear as day. â
"What was that?" Dai asks as you rejoin the group. â
"Damage control," you quip, shrugging your shoulders. "He looked like he was going to die of embarrassment. If he fails, I fail. I canât risk my grade over a joke."
âThe girls hum in agreement, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. â You, on the other hand, can't stop thinking about something. The way he looked at you, like he expected better. Itâs easy to tell yourself you donât care, but you suppose it wouldâve been easier to leave him alone in the first place.
âThe rest of the day drags on like molasses. âYou skip your other classes, deciding that this morning was enough excitement for one day. You tell yourself you'll make Jermajesty do all the boring stuff and you'll just look pretty, sign your name, and call it a day. That was the plan anyway.
When you get back to the house, you drop your bag by the door and flop onto the couch. Notifications fly across your screen one by one. Classmates, friends, group chats. Then, finally:
âHey, it's Jermajesty. From bio. Did you want to come over? â
You roll your eyes, but type back anyway. â
U didnât need to tell me that. Alr saved ur number.
Thought I told u not to txt me??
âThree little dots appear, disappear, appear again.
âOk. Letâs hope third timeâs a charm then.
You raise a perfectly arched brow at the words glaring back at you. Though audacious, that little shit does make a valid point. If you fail this class again, youâll be suspended for a year. Still, thereâs no way in hell youâd be caught dead walking into Jermajestyâs house. A sigh escapes through your nose as you formulate a response. â
Wtv. Not coming over there. U can come to mine at 7. Use the back door. â
[ y/n shared location for 1 hour]
You toss your phone onto the cushion beside you and stretch, trying to ignore the low hum of annoyance in your chest. This is going to be a disaster. You can already tell. â
At 6:58, there's a quiet knock at the back entrance, just as instructed. âYou glance at it before standing slowly, then pad over in your socks, opening the door just wide enough to peek out. Jermajesty stands there, backpack clutched like it contains state secrets, looking ready for a cameo on âNerd Makeover: Extreme Edition.â
Heâs wearing a long-sleeved anime shirt, basketball shorts that scream âlaundry day,â and sneakers that are beat to shit. His hair is wild, heâs sweating bullets, and his glasses are so crooked youâd think they were part of a social experiment. The poor boy is petrified. â
"Hey," Jermajesty squeaks.
â"Hey," you echo with the enthusiasm of a cat being asked to take a bath, stepping back to let him in. "Shoes off. And donât touch anything."
âHe blinks, then quickly bends to untie his laces, lining his shoes up neatly by the mat like he's afraid they'll offend you if they aren't perfectly straight. â
"Living room," you sigh, gesturing up the hall. "We can work at the coffee table." â
He nods while trailing behind you like a lost puppy. âYou plop back onto the couch, and he sits near you, carefully setting his backpack on the floor and unzipping it to reveal an organized mess of folders, notebooks, and pens. It may look chaotic, but he has a whole system.
â"Alright," you huff. "Let's get this over with. What do we have to do again?" â
Jermajesty pulls out a notebook, flipping to a page that is, predictably, color-coded with the kind of enthusiasm only a future valedictorian would possess. "The endocrine system," he says, pushing his glasses up like a nervous scientist. "We have to identify the main parts, explain their functions, and how they work together to keep our hormones in check. Basically, why you donât burst into tears during store sales." â
You make a face. "I do burst into tears when thereâs a sale. Anyway, that sounds like a lot of words." â
"It's⊠not that bad," he says, tentatively. "I can draft most of it, if you want. You can, like, review it?" â
You raise an eyebrow. "You're offering to do all the work?" â
He shrugs, cheeks flushing a little. "I don't mind. I kind of⊠like this part." â
"Of course you do," you murmur, but the usual bite is missing, like a sugar-free energy drink. You lean back, watching him open his laptop and start typing. Youâd be more annoyed if he wasnât so endearing in his nerdy panic. âFor a while, the only sound is the soft clack of keys and the occasional rustle of paper. You try to focus on the screen in front of you, but your attention keeps drifting. âTo him. â
He's⊠different like this. Still quiet and careful, but there's something about the way he concentrates that catches your eye. His brows furrow slightly, lips pressing together as his fingers move quickly over the keyboard. Halfway through a sentence, Jermajesty pauses, reaches up, and takes off his glasses. He squeezes his eyes together in an effort to get rid of the fatigue in his eyes. â
You blink. â
Sweet Jesus. When heâs this relaxed, and without those frames, he could give most of the guys on campus a run for their money. His eyes are a warm brown, framed by lashes that are unfairly long for someone so awkward. The faint smudge of tiredness under them makes him look less like a nervous lab partner and more like someone youâd bat your lashes at.
Jermjestyâs focus breaks when he feels holes burning into the side of his head.â "What is it?" he asks, glancing up. â
You snap your attention back to the brightly colored pages, painfully aware that you've been caught.
"Nothinâ," you say quickly. "Jusâ thinking." â
"OhâŠdoes that hurt?" â He jests, a small smirk resting on his lips
It takes you a moment to figure out what heâs saying, which makes him chuckle.
"Hey!" you screech in mock offense, forming a smile of your own.
The young man only shakes his head, throwing his hands up in surrender before you have a chance to get started. Itâs a small moment, one that shouldnât mean too much, but it does. The barrier between the two of you has been broken. In your living room, on the couch, youâre both equals. It feels kinda nice.
You try to regain focus. You really do. But he leans forward, and you get a whiff of his body wash. A masculine vanilla that floods your senses beautifully. Then, he pushes his sleeves up a little, and a glimpse of the veins on his forearms leaves you damn near salivating. What really does it is the way he bites his lip while reading. Up close, this man was something else entirely. Â â
âYou shake your head, annoyed at yourself. Just hours ago, you were asking God why he had forsaken you. And now, here you are, drooling over the loser from BIO202. You watch him for another minute, then tap your nails against the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound. âScrew it, whoâs gonna check you anyway?
"Jermajesty," you drag out, voice laced with pure mischief. "Do you have a girlfriend?" â
He stills, fingers hovering over the keyboard, eyes flitting up to meet yours, then away again. "Uh," he starts, voice cracking slightly. "No. No, I don't." â
You tilt your head, pretending to be deeply interested in your nails. "Really? No girlfriend at all?"
â"No," he says again, quieter this time. "I um, I haven't really had time forâ Â well, I meanâ" â He trails off, cheeks turning pink. â
You smile, slow and deliberate. "Have you ever been alone with a girl before?" â
His mouth opens, then closes. He looks like he's trying to figure out if this is a trick question. â "Like⊠right now?" he asks with a tremble in his voice. â
"Like, ever," you clarify, leaning forward a little. "Just you and a girl. No parents, no projects. Just alone with a member of the opposite sex."
â He swallows, fingers tightening around the edges of his laptop. "No," he admits. â I haven't." â
You hum, like this is fascinating information, and decide to tease him just a bit more. "Never?" â
"Nope." he confirms under his breath, hoping that the chair will open up and swallow him whole soon. â
You let that sit for a moment, enjoying how flustered he is. Then, with a small, playful shrug, you ask, "Okay, but⊠have you ever even kissed a girl? Like, on purpose?" â
A deep crimson washes over his entire face. â He looks down at his hands, then back up at the door. Wondering if his next answer will land him on the schoolâs tea page. Finally, he shakes his head, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement. â
"No," he whispers. â
You don't laugh or make fun of him. You just watch, something warm and mischievous unfurling in your chest. â
"Do you want to?" you ask, voice low, teasing. â
He blinks. "What?" â
You clarify, leaning in a little closer, "Kiss a girl, I mean." â
His throat moves as he swallows. He looks like he's trying to form words and failing, like his brain has shortâcircuited the same way yours did earlier. â "I⊠I meanâŠ" he stammers, voice cracking again. "Iâ yeah? I think so.â
"You think so?" you echo, grinning mischievously. "Thatâs not a very confident answer, Jermajesty. You can say no, I promise I wonât tell the girls." â
He takes a shaky breath, fingers curling into his sleeves. "Yes," he says, firmer this time, though his cheeks are still burning. "Yes, I want to." â
You let the silence stretch between you, thick and heavy. You can see the way his pulse jumps in his throat, the way his hands tremble slightly in his lap. â
"Okay," you say, happy with the outcome from your seemingly random line of questioning.
He blinks, unsure if this is some sort of joke. "Okay?" â
"Yeah. If you really want to, Iâll help you out." You shift a little, closing the gap between your bodies.
Jermajestyâs knee brushes yours, and he lets out a chortled kind of whimper when your hand lands on his thigh. The boy turns to face you, eyes wide, breath faltering when you stop just inches away. â
"Is this⊠is this okay?" you ask, tilting your head. "I can stop if you want." â
He shakes his head so fast, you think itâll come off his shoulders.
"No," he says. "No, I want this." â
You smile, more than satisfied, and reach out to gently take his glasses from his face. You need to see how good he looks up close. The poor guy is about as nervous as a pregnant nun. You set the frames on the coffee table, and bring your hand up to caress his arm.
âRelax,â you coo, trying your best not to send Jermajesty into cardiac arrest. âWeâre just kissinâ, baby.â The boyâs heart stutters at the newly acquired pet name.
Remember when I told you Jermajesty didnât understand it before, the way all of the other guys on campus practically trip over themselves just to get you to say âHelloâ?
Well now, when face to face with Aphrodite herself, he realizes he is still just a man. Youâve barely touched him, and he can already feel a tent forming under the thin fabric of the shorts.
God help him.
Your lips hover close enough that his breath catches. You feel the warmth of him, and hear his heartbeat in the space between you. Jermajesty looks at your mouth like itâs an altar. He doesnât know where to put his hands, whether to reach for you or stay still and risk melting.
So you decide for him. You move first.
Your lips meet his in a kiss thatâs slow at first, gentle in a way that contradicts your reputation. Jermajestyâs eyes flutter shut. His shoulders rise like heâs bracing for pain, but the pain doesnât come. Only warmth, a bright electric feeling that makes his entire posture shift.
His hands finally find something to do. One settles on your thigh, careful. The other hovers, uncertain, then drops lower when he realizes youâre not going to pull away.
You pull back just slightly, just enough to watch his face. Heâs flushed, lips parted, breathing like heâs been running. His expression is pure shock. Like he canât believe this is happening. Like heâs waiting for someone to yell cut and tell him this is all a prank.
âItâsââ he starts, voice breaking.
âWhat?â you ask, slightly concerned. âToo much?â
He nods, then immediately shakes his head, like his body canât keep up with his brain.
âItâs not,â he whispers. âItâs just⊠I didnât thinkâŠâ
He stops. His eyes flick to your lips again. Heâs overwhelmed.
You smooth your palm over his arm again, a calming gesture that makes him shiver. âThen think less,â you say softly. âJust feel.â
He exhales, a shaky laugh caught in his throat. âOkay,â he hums.
The way he says it makes your heart do something weird. You kiss him again. This time itâs a little firmer. Still gentle, but your confidence pulls him out of his panic and into the moment. His hands grip lightly at your sides.
You taste sugar and something clean, maybe his lip balm? He tastes like sincerity.
When you pull apart, his forehead is almost touching yours. His breathing is labored, and his eyes are glossy, like he might cry.  You hate that you canât tell if itâs from nerves or emotion, or both. Probably both. You should feel guilty, maybe even weird. Instead, you feel⊠good.
Jermajesty doesnât speak. He just stares at you like heâs memorizing your face. You watch him watch you. The word âmoreâ floats somewhere in your mind like a suspicious thought.
You swallow. âCan I tell you something?â
Yes.âHe says quickly, hanging on every word you give him â
You smile. âYouâre actually good at this.â
He pauses. âat kissing?â
âAt⊠not being weird about it,â you clarify. âYouâre doing better than you think.â
His cheeks burn again. âIââ he stammers. Then he laughs. A small sound, embarrassed, like heâs not used to being the person in control. âMaybe,â he says finally, voice soft, âI just didnât want to disappoint you.â
Your smile falters. That word hits you harder than it should because it implies a level of investment you didnât realize he had. Youâre used to being the disappointing one, who doesnât show up, or canât be bothered to try. The one who leaves early, sends messages late, and acts like effort is something other people are supposed to deal with.
But heâs sitting here looking like your approval is oxygen itself. You shouldnât like that. You shouldnât want it. And yet your chest tightens with a feeling thatâs closer to warmth than youâre comfortable with.
You tilt your head. âIâm not disappointed,â you say quietly. âIf anything, Iâm⊠surprised.â
He blinks. âSurprised?â
âThat youâre interested,â you admit, and your voice comes out honest in a way that makes you feel exposed. âYou seem like a guy who would always be nervous. Like youâd never⊠do anything.â
He swallows. His eyes flick down to your lips again like heâs searching for the right words and finding none. âI do,â he says. âI just⊠donât usually get the chance.â
You stare at him, and for a second the room disappears. Itâs just you and him and the weird gravity of your own choices colliding with his.
Then your phone lights up on the coffee table. A notification buzzes. The sound pulls both of you back to reality. You glance down at the screen, annoyed yet again.
Theyâre all from the group chat.
Dai-Dai: Y/n where are u?? He still there?? Â
Miawia: Did you cry?
Nia: Girl don't tell me he got u up there playinâ d&d đ
Suddenly, these people you call friends seem so shitty.
You pick up your phone with one hand, still close to Jermajesty. He watches you, wondering if youâll throw him under the bus again. You donât type out an answer. You just lay the phone face down and slide it off to the side. You then turn to look back up at him.
âOkay,â you say, voice smoother now. âBack to work.â
He flinches slightly, startled by how fast you pivot. âOh. Right.â
You smile sweetly. âDo you have more notes?â
His eyes widen. âUh, yeah. I do.â
He scrambles a little to look competent again, to return to his role. He picks up his glasses from the table and puts them back on like armor. The lenses snap his nervousness back into place. He opens his laptop, and the typing resumes.
You sit there, watching him do the work he offered to do, watching him build a world out of diagrams and definitions. Itâs almost funny. Heâs the same person. But now youâve kissed him and crossed some invisible line that you didnât even know existed. And your brain (traitor) keeps trying to imagine what it would feel like to cross it again.
You lean in toward his screen. âWhat did you write?â you ask, pretending you care about the words to keep your reputation intact.
He swallows, then points to the part where heâs drafted the explanation of the thyroid gland and its role in metabolism. You read over his notes. Theyâre detailed. Thoughtful. Like he actually understood this material, like he genuinely liked the part of biology that explains how bodies coordinate, regulate, and survive. You shouldnât be impressed, this is second nature for a guy like him, but you are.
The worst part is that your admiration for him feels personal. Like youâre not just appreciating his work, but appreciating him.
You clear your throat and tap the edge of the table. âThis is good,â you say, despising how sincere it sounds.
Jermajestyâs eyes lift to yours, startled. âThanks.â
You glance down again, pretending youâre not affected. âSo, you do most of it, and I just⊠review?â
He hesitates. âIf you want.â
You blink. âIf I want?â
He flushes. âI mean, itâs just⊠I want you toââ He stops, like heâs about to say something too honest.
You donât let him spiral. You smile, quick and easy. âYou can keep typing,â you say. âIâll handle the parts that are supposed to sound like Iâm engaged.â
He laughs softly, relief flooding through him like a warm wave.
You spend the next hour pretending youâre normal. You talk about the project and school. Most importantly, though, you chat about hormones, glands, and how they coordinate like a team.
You nod mindlessly as he explains how the thyroid controls metabolism, heart rate, and all that jazz.
But every time he leans forward, every time his fingers brush the edge of your sleeve, you feel the echo of the kiss like a heat trail. At some point you realize youâre smiling. Not the performative smile you use in hallways. A real one that shows up on your face without permission.
Jermajesty is nothing if not observant. He notices the shift in behavior almost immediately. âAre you⊠okay?â he asks.
You shrug, pretending that you arenât planning a wedding in your head right now.
âYes.â
He studies you with a raised brow. Itâs obvious that he doesnât believe you.
You sigh in defeat and decide to be honest for once, âIâm not used to people being nice to me without wanting something.â
His expression softens. âI donât really want anything,â he says, voice careful. âI justâŠwould like it if you didn't embarrass me again."
Your heart does that thing again.
You open your mouth to respond with a joke. Youâre good at jokes. But the truth stays in your throat, stubborn and heavy.
âI didnât embarrass you,â you defend instead, tone is gentler than you mean for it to be.
He blinks. âYou did. Earlier.â
You stare at him.
âI apologized with my actions.â
He looks down, lips folding inward. âThatâs notââ he starts, then stops. âThat was⊠nice, I guess.â
Nice?
You donât like that word, it isnât synonymous with who you are.
So, you distract yourself by pointing at the screen. âFinish the thyroid part,â you demand. âIf you donât, my grade becomes your full responsibility and I will not hesitate to ruin your life if I fail.â
He laughs, actually laughs, and types faster.
When the thyroid section finally looks done. Clean definitions, a neat diagram of the feedback loop with the hypothalamus, and a little note about how thyroid hormones affect everything from skin to growth to fertility. You lean back and stretch.
âOkay,â you huff. âWhatâs next?â
He scrolls down. âThe pituitary,â he mumbles, and his voice shifts a little, like even saying the word makes him nervous again.
You glance at the screen and snort. Heâs titled it âThe Master Gland.â
You read aloud as he types ââThe pituitary gland is often called the master gland because it controls many other glands in the body and regulates growth, metabolism, blood pressure, and reproduction.ââ
You laugh this time. âMaster gland, huh? Thatâs a lot of responsibility for something so small.â
âItâs basically the boss,â he says, warming to the topic now that his focus is off your mouth. âIt tells the thyroid what to do, tells the adrenals to make cortisol, and it controls the gonads with FSH and LH.â
âFSH and LH?â you echo, genuinely confused about the acronyms he keeps throwing at you.
âFollicleâstimulating hormone and luteinizing hormone,â he says, then immediately flushes like he realizes where thatâs going. âThey um⊠regulate the reproductive system. In both men and women.â
You let think on that for a second, and let yourself imagine all those invisible signals firing through his body right now.
As you shift closer, your knee presses against his under the table. âSo,â you say, voice teetering on sultry, âthe pituitary is the one that basically⊠turns everything on?â
He clears his throat. âUh. Yeah. Itâs not the only thing, but yeah. It starts the cascade. It tells the other glands to release the hormones that affect⊠arousal."
You let your fingers drift up his arm, slow, deliberate. âSo if someoneâs sittinâ here, trying to focus on notes, but their pituitary is busy telling their body to wake upâŠâ You tilt your head, watching his face. âThatâs not really their fault, is it?â
His eyes flick from your hand to your mouth and back again. âNo,â he says, barely audible. âNot really.â
You lean in until your lips are a whisper from his ear. âGood,â you whisper. âBecause I think yours is doing its job very well right now.â
He shivers. Actually shivers. You feel it under your palm, the way his skin tightens, the way his pulse jumps where your thumb rests against his wrist. You pull back just enough to look at him. His pupils are blown wide, mouth open slightly. He looks like heâs trying very hard to remember how to be a responsible partner and failing spectacularly.
âJermajesty,â you say, syrupy and slow. âYou can stop pretending youâre thinking about T.S.H.â
He makes a garbled noise that might be a laugh. âIââ
âLet that gland do its job,â you tell him, and thereâs a smile in your voice now, wicked and warm all at once.
He stares at you like you just rewrote his entire operating system. Then, slowly, he closes the laptop. The screen goes dark. The room feels smaller, hotter, like the only light left is the one between you.
âOkay,â he says, and this time his voice doesnât break. It steadies. âI can do that.â
You reach for him, and he meets you halfway.
This kiss isnât tentative. Itâs not panic or performance. Itâs the logical conclusion of every hormone his pituitary has been quietly commanding all night. The surge of signaling molecules that make his dick jump. The rise in testosterone sharpens his focus on you, and his nervous system lights up like a circuit finally completed. You feel it in the way his hands move, less afraid, like his body finally got permission to do what his brain has been too nervous to acknowledge. A hand, large and firm, travels up your side, and finds purchase on your chest.
The kiss intensifies, turning from something elementary to something downright sinful. A clash of teeth and tongue as both of you wrestle for dominance. Ultimately, Jermajesty loses that fight when your fingers rake through the hair on the back of his head, tugging softly, earning a gasp. You push your weight into him, climbing into his lap until youâre straddling him completely. His hands rest on your waist, squeezing tight as a way to keep himself grounded.
When you finally pull back, youâre both breathing hard again, but itâs different this time. Thereâs no shock. Just the two of you, sitting in the afterglow of a decision neither of you is pretending to regret.
âSee?â you whisper. âDidnât that feel good, pretty boy.â
He moans at the way you say that, soft and breathless, and presses himself against you.
âYes, fuckââ Jermajesty already looks ruined, âPlease, can we keep going? I donât know what mâdoing but I wanââ
You giggle and peck his soft lips, saving him from embarrassing himself. âWe can do whatever you want, baby.â
He nods and clears his throat, unsure of what his next steps should be. You sit back on his lap, and hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt. The man in front of you waits anxiously, wondering what awaits him under that hoodie. When you pull it over your head, you can physically see the gears turning in his head. He's face to face with the prettiest (only) set of tits he's ever seen. "No bra?" He asks, hypnotized.
"My house, baby boy."
He nods, but you can tell he isn't really listening. His focus is on the perky buds teasing him right now. Jermajesty looks to you, pleading with his eyes. If there's anything you love more than attention, it would be attention from a man who looks like this.
"Go ahead, suck on 'em, baby. I know you wanna."
Jermajesty doesn't need the light to get any greener. He takes your right nipple in his mouth first, swirling his tongue around it, and groans. You wish you could be ashamed at how fast your body responds to him, but the heat pooling between your legs doesn't leave room for shame. You arch into his mouth, fingers threading back into his hair to keep him right there, and he groans against your skin like he's starving for it.
"Shit," you breathe, rolling your hips down against him. The hard line of him through his basketball shorts makes you dizzy. "You learn fast, pretty boy."
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips swollen and wet, eyes blown wide with disbelief and arousal. "I just-" He swallows hard, thumbs rubbing restless circles against your ribs. "I want to make you feel good. Tell me what to do."
The begging in his voice, the raw eagerness of a man who has no idea what he's doing but wants to do it anyway, sends a fresh spike of heat through you. You lean down, nose brushing his, and murmur, "Take my shorts off."
Jermajesty's hands shake as he reaches for the drawstring of your sleep shorts. He fumbles twice, curses under his breath, and you cover his hands with yours to steady him. "Slow down," you whisper, guiding him. "We got time."
He nods, jaw tight with concentration, and manages to work the knot free. The fabric loosens with a soft shift that feels loud in the quiet apartment. You lift your hips to help him, and he peels the shorts down your legs with a reverence that makes your chest tight.
"Oh," he breathes when he sees you, bare and waiting in nothing but the dim light from the window. "You're-" He stops, throat working. "God, you're beautiful."
You smile, soft and genuine, and tug at the hem of his shirt. "Your turn."
He rips it off with very little grace, nearly getting stuck in the collar, and you laugh. A bright, happy sound that surprises you both. Then he's bare-chested in front of you, all lean muscle and nervous breath, and the laughter fades into something hungrier.
You run your palms up his chest, thumbs brushing his nipples, and he shudders. "Sensitive," you observe, pleased. "Good to know."
"Everything's sensitive right now," he admits, voice rough. "I feel like I'm gonna crawl out of my skin."
"Then let's get you out of these clothes before that happens."
You curl your fingers into the waistband of both his basketball shorts and briefs, and tug. He lifts his hips obediently, letting you peel them down his legs. His dick springs free, and you freeze.
Holy shit.
He's huge. Thick and heavy, curving up against his stomach with a vein you want to trace with your tongue. Nothing about his lean frame, his pretty-boy face, his nervous fumbling hands, prepared you for this. You'd assumed something modest, maybe average. This, however, is obscene.
Jermajesty goes rigid, embarrassment flooding his features. "Is it-is it okay?"
You laugh, disbelieving and so turned on it hurts. "Baby, it's more than okay." You wrap your hand around him, fingers not quite meeting, and his head drops back against the couch with a thud. "Jesus. You're gonna ruin me."
"Please," he whines, hips bucking into your grip. "Please, I need-"
"What do you need?" You stroke him slowly, watching his face crumble. "Tell me."
"I need your mouth. Please. I'll be good, I swear-"
The begging shatters something in you. You sink to your knees between his thighs, and he croons at the sight of you there, looking up at him with his cock in your hand. You lick a stripe up the underside, tasting salt and heat, and he gasps like you've burned him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"
You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and his hands fly to your hair, gripping tight. You set a rhythm, slow and deep, taking as much of him as you can, and he's a mess above you, babbling broken pleas, hips stuttering like he's fighting not to thrust.
"So good, so good, please don't stop-"
You pull off with a wet pop, and he cries out, actual tears pricking his eyes. "No, no, please, I was so close-"
"Shh." You pump him with your hand, thumb swiping over the slick head. "You don't cum until I say. Understand?"
He nods frantically, chest heaving. "Yes. Yes, whatever you want. Please."
You edge him like that three more times, bringing him to the brink with your mouth, your hand, watching him unravel and then cutting him off at the last second. By the end, he's sobbing, cock dark and swollen, thighs trembling, completely at your mercy. He can't form words anymore, just broken sounds and pleading looks.
"Please, mommy," he finally chokes out, voice wrecked beyond recognition. "Please, I can't-I need to be inside you. Please let me-"
Mommy? Oh, you like the sound of that.
You stroke him steadily, keeping him right on the edge, âI know what you need, baby boy. Do you have a condom?â
Jermajesty answers with a quickness that stuns you.
âMhm. Backpack. Third zipper.â
You leave him for a moment and grab the condom from the bag. You tear it open with your teeth, and roll it down his length with a deliberate slowness. He's shaking so hard his teeth chatter. You rise up, position yourself above him, and sink down in one slow, steady movement.
The sound he makes isn't human. His head falls back, throat exposed and vulnerable, and you lean in to bite at the tendon there as you adjust to the stretch of him filling you completely.
"Still with me, baby?"
"Yeah," he chokes out. "Yeah, I'm-fuck, you're so-" He cuts himself off with another groan.
You start to move, rolling your hips slow and deep, and something in him snaps. It seems our pretty boy has had enough.
His hands grip your waist hard enough to bruise, and he starts thrusting up into you with a desperation that borders on feral. The weird, nervous boy is gone. What's left in his place is pure instinct, hips pistoning upward, chasing his own pleasure with single-minded hunger. The couch creaks beneath you as he buries his face in your neck, groaning long and low. The vibration travels straight to your core.
"Fuck, fuck, you feel-" He cuts himself off, teeth grazing your shoulder. "So good! So. Fucking. Good. I can't-"
When you go to pinch his nipple, rolling it between your manicured fingers, Jermajesty loses his rhythm completely, just rutting into you now, animalistic and mindless. You hold on, grinding down to meet him, and the friction builds fast. White-hot pleasure settles deep in your belly.
He's babbling nonsense against your skin. All you can make out is your name and broken cries of pleasure. He reaches between you to find your clit, his fingers are clumsy and desperate, Â but theyâre exactly what you need.
"Jermajesty," you rasp, and he whines at the sound of his name. "Right there, just like that-"
He doesn't let up. If anything, he doubles down. His brows furrow in concentration even through the haze, watching your face, trying to memorize every expression. When you cum, it's sudden and violent, your whole body seizing around him, nails digging crescents into his shoulders.
He follows seconds later with a ragged cry that sounds like surrender, burying his face in your neck and emptying himself into the rubber. You feel every twitch, every spasm, and you hold him through it, stroking his hair, murmuring soft nothings against his temple until he goes limp beneath you.
For a moment, neither of you moves. His chest heaves against yours, heartbeat thundering, and you can feel the sweat cooling on his skin.
"So," he says eventually, voice muffled and wrecked. "That wasâŠsomething"
You laugh, warm and satisfied. "Good something or bad something?"
He pulls back to look at you, and the smile on his face is so genuine it makes your chest ache. "Good. Definitely good."
You kiss him, soft and unhurried, and settle back against him with a contented hum. "Can you stay then? I can cook in the morning."
Silence stretches between you, comfortable and heavy. Then he shifts, and you feel him tense.
"Actually," he says, and something in his tone makes you lift your head. He won't meet your eyes. "There's something I need to tell you."
You raise an eyebrow, still floating. "If it's that you were secretly a virgin, I noticed."
"No, it's-" He swallows hard. "We were never supposed to do the endocrine system. It was actually the cardiovascular."
You blink, confused. "What?"
"The presentation," he drags out, "Professor Wallace assigned us the cardiovascular system." He finally looks at you, wincing. "I just really wanted an excuse to touch you."
You stare at him. Then you start laughing, helpless and loud, forehead dropping against his. âAnd what if I had rejected you? Hm?â You muse, genuinely curious about his master plan. Jermajesty cracks a smile,
âYou wouldâve repeated bio a third time, thatâs what.â
You hum with a smirk and shake your head against his chest.
"No, I wouldn't have. I read the assignment too, bozo."
-hey yall, we got a part 2 of big mamaaaaaaa! Annie is getting put thru that mattress. And Smoke is the one putting her thru it. This just some good olâ fucking. Credits to @dealore for the prompt. :) i hope you enjoy ittttttt, i enjoyed writing it. This is the final part for this so i figured Iâd make it a treat. We picking up directly from part 1 so donât expect no talking ;p
Also, do anyone wanna help me with a new master list? Sksksks im feeling lazy and dont wanna find all my workssssss omg. MINORS DO NOT FUCKING ENGAGE!!!
As always,
Enjoy.
âFuck, Elijah,â he was eating her pussy like heâd been there before. Slurping and spitting on her clit, over and over. Her pussy was grasping at his tongue, her hips bucking to meet his mouth.
He held her legs up tight, pinning her in place. He licked from her asshole to her hard mound, sending a chill up her body. He moaned into her as he continued his assault. âThis pussy taste so good,â he growled into her heat. Her legs shook as he brought her to climax. She gripped the sheets, her back arching hard off the bed. She screamed out, âYou got this pussy cumming, Daddy.â Her body froze as Annie rode out her orgasm. Her back hitting the sheets.
Elijah rubbed the outside of her legs as he licked up what he could around his mouth. He looked down at her pussy, her hole was drooling. Creamy liquid dripping from her, he didnât think twice to slurp it out of her. She threw her head back, her eyes shut tight from the overwhelming sensation between her legs.
âDamn, he eating the fuck out my pussy,â she thought to herself. Sheâd never been ate like this before. The way her payed attention to her sticky center. How he was gentle with running his tongue over her clit. The way he spit on her center and distributed the assault with his tongue, slipping through her folds. The way he gripped her thighs and spoke to her without coming up for air. He was driving her mad with it, she was going to be insane over this man. All because he licked her like it was his purpose.
âYou alright baby?â He pulled her from her thoughts. He trailed kisses up Annieâs body, stopped at her Naples and gently sucking and licking. Wetting her chest in her juices and his spit. She grabbed the back of his head to steady herself, even though she was lying down. âO-oh,âshe whipped out as her traveled up to her neck. He sucked and bit into her, her body was in overdrive. She could feel his dick, nestled perfectly between her lower lips. He had to know what he was doing to her, how he was making her feel. The way he was taking care of a hunger she didnât know she had.
Elijah was feral. This woman would be the very welcomed death of him. When he ate her, he got lost and was no longer doing it for his pleasure, but hers. She was sweet, and the way she leaked on his lips when he wrapped his lips around her? Her sweet moans and filthy talk while he ate her. The way her hips bucked and pussy grabbed at his tongue had his dick hard as a rock. He needed to be closer to her, needed to be inside her. His eyes were blown black and he could only think about the grip she would have on him. âShe donât even know what sheâs doing to me,â he thought to himself. He was giving himself to her without a second thought, he was exactly where he wanted to be.
âThat dick so heavy,â she moaned into his mouth. Her hips moving slowly back and forth, dragging her dripping sex across his length. Her arms wrapped around his neck, sliding her hips back ad forth more frantically, âPut it in me, Daddy. Fill me-OH,â he sank. Into her quickly. He sat inside her for moment, filling her deeply. Letting her adjust.
âYou so fucking tight,â he strained. He had to hold himself from nutting in her right there. Her body convulsed around him trying to adjust to his size. He leaned back, getting a good look at Annieâs face. Her mouth hung open, her eyes barely open, head swaying back and forth faintly. The feeling of him inside her had taken over. She had no control over her body. She only knew that he needed to started fucking her soon before she fucking exploded. âLook at me baby. Tell me what you need Big Mama,â he spoke to her low and slow.
âFuck me,â she whispered, her eyes not moving off of his. He with-drawled from her and fucked into her slowly. Dragging out of her at a dangerously slow pace. He was only fucking her with half his length and she was holding on for dear life. Her moans and screams were music to his ears. The way she clawed at his back, the way her pussy just opened up for him. She was so fucking wet, she was dripping onto her sheets. He was so deep inside her, her vision was blurry.
âYes, Elijah! Keep fucking me, donât stop fucking me!â That was all he needed, to slam fully into her until she busted all over him. He was digging her out. Giving her exactly what he said he would. Looking down at her as she took him full on, heâd never seen anybody more beautiful. She was taking his dick like a champ. She was made for him. He watched as she disappeared inside of her, in and out. He felt her tighten around him. âDaddy, Iâm bout to cum,â she whined. âKeeping fucking me âLijah, you gon make me fucking cum.â
âCum on this dick baby, this yo shit. Wet me up,â he fucked her straight through and her pussy bursted coating his dick in a warm liquid. She squirted around his dick as the orgasm rocked through her, her body seized under him. She shook uncontrollably, her nails digging into his forearm. Her body fell limp as he pulled his still very erect monstrosity from her.
âI hope you donât think Iâm done with you,â he wasnât going to give her anytime to recover. He gripped her legs, flipping her onto her stomach like she was rag doll. He spread her ass open and stuffed his nose between her pussy lips, sucking her swollen clit into his mouth. Her pussy leaked into his mouth, her hips pushed up, putting herself on her knees to give him better access. He took one long lick before he positioned himself behind her. His fat tip poking at her entrance. He brought his hung up and smacked her ass. Her ass shook, leaving him mesmerized. âLook at this shit,â he smacked her ass again, slipping the tip of his dick inside her, causing Annie to arch her back. He pressed her hips forward, settling inside of her halfway. Her head lifted up off the bed, her mouth gaped, she tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, trying to hold the moan that was trying to escape her.
He slapped her ass again, âNah, let me hear you Anais. Let me hear what Daddy doing to you baby,â he heals her hips deeply. Surely there would be a bruise there when he was thru with her body. She opened her mouth letting the moan rip through her. She spread her legs lowering herself back to the mattress, face down ass up. The sight of her pussy and her tight asshole prompted Elijah to move. She was begging for him to beat her pussy up. He pummeled into her at lightening speed, not even giving her a chance to catch her breath in between strokes. Her legs bent up at the knees, her toes cured into a ball as he stroked her into oblivion.
âDadddddddyyy, please,â she begged him to let up, placing a hand on the base of his stomach. Her slapped her ass and pinned her arm to her back, lifting up slightly to hit her at a different angle. âLet me have it baby, cum on this dick again and again til you begging for mercy,â he grunted as he hit the bottom of her busy. Then he just stopped and pressed his full length inside her, filling her completely. âOh shit, baby you too deep.â She pushed her ass back into him not knowing if she wanted more or if she wanted it to end. Tears pricked the outer creases of her eyes. âWhy you fucking me like this huh?â She turned her head to find his eyes. And when she did the black orbs stared into her mercilessly.
âSo you donât ever think you can find this, anywhere else.â
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WâS IN THE CHATTTTTTTTT! Anyway yâall just suem freaky for yaaaa!
Yâall give credit to @dealore for this prompt that made me want to actually write something down for once. I changed it up a little about how they meet and such. I made Annie;âs daughter a little psycho.. so yeah.. She not wrapped too tight at all. Anyway.. I hope you enjoy my take on it.
As always,
Enjoy :)
âElijah fuck, you digging in me,â she clawed at the headboard, hoping to get a grip on anything. He thrusted into her hard, her knees slipping under him. âNo, no, no, put it back where I had it Anais,â he snarled into her ear.
She couldnât believe what she had got herself into. Her fucking daughter introduced her to this man. She was 38 years old, what business did she have fucking a man 10 years younger than her. Shit, that 28 year old was tearing her insides out. The night they met was literally a fluke. Her daughter, Amerie, had been ranting and raving about the new CEO at her job.
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âMama you gotta meet him, heâs just different. He cares about us, yâknow? I never had a boss who actually cares.â The way her daughterâs voice lit up, it sounded like she had some type of crush on the man.
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When they entered the fundraising gala that night, Annieâs attire stole everyoneâs attention. The black dress hugged her breast just right, pushing them up perky and oiled up. Her hips were outlined as if the Gods themselves sculpted it. The 6inch pump that laced up her calf, showing off her dangerously long and thick legs. The men ogled the older woman, forgetting the ones standing right next to them.
âMama, letâs get a drink or something,â Amerie led her towards the bar. âWhat do you want? Itâs open bar,â Amerie asked looking back at her partially. âIâll take a French 75,â Annie told her daughter. They got their drinks and made their way through the crowd. Amerie making sure comments on every person who has their eyes on her mama.
âAMERIE!â Their heads turn as they spot Chanel, one of her daughterâs coworkers. âDang girl, you clean up nice,â she complimented her favorite coworker. âChanel, hey girl! Thank you. This here is my mama,â Chanelâs eyes turn to Annie. Her face worth a thousand words, jaw dropped and eyes popping out of her head.
âNah, girl.. THIS CANâT BE YO MAMA,â Chanel chuckled. âWell thank you Chanel, Iâll take that as a compliment,â Annie smiled politely.
Comments on how young she looked always gave Annie a little more pep in her step. She was already so naturally captivating and confident. She was successful and well off. But time slows down for no one and she was 38 before she could catch her breath. Amerieâs voice cut through her thoughts, âHave you seen Mr. Moore yet? I want to introduce my mama to him.â Chanel looked around in the direction she last pointed, âLast I saw him he was outside having a conversation with big money.â
Amerie didnât hesitate to walk in that direction in search of the man. Annie couldnât really understand why her daughter was so desperate for them to meet. He was her boss, theyâd literally never cross paths. But she wanted to make her child happy. She spent so long waiting for Amerie to be passionate about something, and if this new boss was helping her find her passions then fine.
They reached the back exit, onto a large patio carved with marble and rose bushes meeting the edge. Smoke hung in the air as the men puffed on their cigars. A lot of expensive suits were on this patio. Armani suits and Cartier tie clips, Scotch poured into low rim drinking glasses. It wa almost as if Amerie spotted the man instantly. As Annie approached from behind them she took in the mans thick frame, his muscled cut through the tailored shirt he wore. The beard that ran down the side of his face, low cut with deep waves. Her mouth was dry before she even saw his face but then he turned. And her world stopped as his eyes connected with hers for a brief second.
âAnd who might you be?â he offered his hand out towards Annie. She took it. âWell thatâs who i wanted to introduce you to Mr. Moore. This my mama, Anais Desson. Mama, this my boss, Elijah Moore,â Amerie cut in.
Amerie watched the interaction between them with a bitter taste in her mouth. Heâs never even looked her way for more than a few seconds. She pushed the feeling aside as nothing, this was her mother for godâs sake. âWhat would a 38 year old woman even do with that?â Amerie thought to herself. âWell itâs a pleasure to meet you,â he pulled her hand up to his lips, placing a warm kiss to the back of it. âLikewise,â Annie responded her eyes gone dark.
âElijah Moore.â Annie thought to herself.
âAnais Desson.â Elijah thought to himself.
He thought about her the whole evening. Looking for her in every room that he walked into. âWho the hell was this woman?And what the fuck took her so long to get to me?â He thought to himself. When he laid eyes on her, he was almost 100% certain that he was drooling on himself. A woman that fine should not exist. When he spotted her amongst the crowd her zoned in, making his way to her. Soon as he was in arms length of her, Amerie stepped in front of him. Eyes sparkling at him like he hung the stars. Elijah had seen that look before. The woman obsessed with what he appeared to be. Did it have to be the woman of my dreams daughter though?
All he had to do was get through this interaction with her, so that he could get to the trophy at the end of this race. The gala wouldnât go on forever and it was already too much time lost between them already.
âHey Mr. Moore, I just wanted to thank you for being such a gentleman with my mama earlier. Those are good qualities in a man,â her eyes hinting up for a response she would never get.
âOf course, Amerie. Youâre a valued employee and well respected. We will always treat family members as if they were members of our team too.â Good response, Elijah. There was nothing leading about that at all. She should get the subtle hint and dropped this silly infatuation. That was not at all what the young woman heard from the man. He might as well have swept her up and kissed her, cause in her mind she was completely gone. Her face burned hot, her cheeks turning a deep red. âI appreciate that, sir.â Her attempt at appearing docile and meek was everything that embarrassing could be. She did not read that response right at all. He would have to deal with that later, he had to get back to her.
âExcuse me,â he sidestepped her and swerved through the people that gathered between them when he finally reached her. Sitting at the bar, her back outrageously up straight, her legs crossed under the fabric. His breathing heavier as he casually leaned up against the bar. âYo let me get a whiskey, thank you brotha,â he delivered smoothly. His scent flooded her nostrils, dark and sweet, she inhaled sharply.
âDonât take this the wrong way,â he whispered only loud enough for her to hear. âBut I havenât been able to get you off my mind since I met you over an hour ago.â Annie sat there frozen, shit she felt it too. Sheâd imagined a thousand times in the last hour what that mouth would feel like on her neck, those hands wrapped around her waist. But this was her daughters boss, she was about to be fucking forty, what the hell were these feelings.
âMr. Moo-,â he cut her off.
âElijah. You can call me Elijah, You the only person in this whole building who can get away with that. Iâd surely die if I had to bear that this whole conversation,â he grinned at her. She tried it out in her mouth, her breath altering as she said it barely above a whisper.
âElijah.â And their eyes locked. They both were holding their breath and knew exactly why. When she said his name it was like something woke them both up. It wasnât surface attraction, if it ever was that. Chills ran up his body, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His body shifted towards her against his will.
âI been waiting my whole life to hear you say that,â he relayed it so seriously her body damn near went limp. âThank god I am sitting down.â She thought to herself.
âI-i,â she stuttered. The moment was broken by a cough, it was Amerie. Elijah stepped back slowly, making it seem as the space had been between them. âShe cockblocking like a motherfucker.â He sighed out lowly. He wanted this woman under him shaking, clawing at this back and releasing sounds that should only be meant for his ears. He wanted her lips on him, her warm mouth pulling and tugging at his lips. Fuck, he had to figure out how to get her between 4 walls and completely alone. He needed privacy for the fire she sparked in him.
Elijah had never seen a woman so beautiful, someone whose eyes made him feel like he was drowning and the only one who could save him was her. His world stopped for a few seconds when he met her. But standing here? At the bar? Hearing this outrageously gorgeous woman say his name. He felt more in that moment than he had with anyone in his whole life.
âMama, itâs bout time for us to go. Cars out front,â Amerie shot out. She noticed the way Elijah looked at her mother. He couldnât even make eye contact with her when he needed something done at work. âSo the man can spare my mama glance but not me?â Amerie was a ticking time bomb. Sheâd never have a man sidestep her so hard. And then of all people to take interest in? Her mama? She knew for one thing, her mama wasnât going. Thatâs a grown ass woman who needs herself a grown ass man. CEO be damned! Little did she know that Annie was feeling something for this man that she hadnât felt for a man in a long time.
The way something sparked inside her was something that was foreign. And at 38? Thatâs scary. Something so unknown and unexpected on something so damn fine. She wanted nothing more in that moment for him to have wrapped his hands around her face and swap DNA with her. She wanted nothing more for him to strip her down bare, and have his way with her. She wanted nothing more than to make her child disappear and not be calling her mama in front of a man who so obviously wants to take her the fuck down.
âMama câmon,â she insisted. She was growing impatient. When Amerie turned to Elijah, you couldnât tell. She even put on a voice to go with it. âMr. Moore, thank you for such a wonderful evening.â She held her hand out, Elijah felt obligated to shake it even if it was against his better judgement. Amerie batted her eyelashes at the contact and let out a small giggle. She wasnât even trying to hide it.
She stood, slowly and hesitantly. Waiting for some sort of sign that he was going to stop her. âIt was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Moore,â Annie heard out her hand, he brought it to his mouth and kissed it.
âThe pleasure was all mine.â
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As they made their way out of the building, she couldnât help but look back and see if he was coming for her. âWhat the fuck am i doing? This man is 28 years old.â She talked herself all the way out of it. Of what she felt less than 10 minutes ago. It was bullshit, it wasnât real. It was a big party and everyone had to cling to someone.
âAnais,â her head snapped up. She turned quickly, his chest was rising and falling as if he just ran a mile. Thank the lord, Amerie was in the car when he came out. âYou left this,â he reached to give her the purse. How the fuck did she forget her whole fucking purse? And with the purse came a small piece a paper that she quickly tucked inside.
âThank you,â she whispered with a small smile on her face.
âAgain, the pleasure is all mine,â he winked and smirked at her. They bid their âfinalâ goodnight and Annie got into the car.
âWhatchu forget mama?â Amerie asked, she was obviously agitated. âMy purse. That was nice of him to return it to me,â she replied. âYeah, sure was.â Amerie thought to herself through a lens of judgement.. She decided she was going to ruin the thought for Annie. A mother wouldnât pursue someone who had interest in her daughter?
âIsnât he amazing Mama. And heâs so handsome and smart,â she gushed. It made Annie sick to her stomach. Had she been so wrapped up in his charm that she hadnât noticed? Was she just so dizzy in his presence that she completely missed it? She could hear that admiration in her daughterâs voice. Surely, something had to be said for that to come about. What Annie didnât know is that Elijah hadnât shown any interest in Amerie. Hell, he hadnât really shown any interest in anyone until he saw Annie.
Annie clutched the purse tight into her abdomen, trying to forget the piece of paper that waited so patiently for her to read it.
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The rest of the car ride was silent and slightly uncomfortable. Amerie dropped Annie off at her apartment with a swift âNight Mamaâ and rushed hug. Maybe she did sense something between Elijah and Annie. Maybe she didnât make up the connection. She wracked her brain the entire thirty minute ride.
When she got in the house she wanted nothing more than to wash of this ridiculous night and itâs ridiculous emotions. But she sat on her couch, clutching the purse, hesitant to open it. When she did every single doubt left her mind.
Iâll never stop thinking about you. Elijah
951-7768
She pulled her phone out and called the number. The buzz that ran through her body felt like kisses all over her skin. His kisses, and she hadnât even felt that.
âI was waiting on you Anais.â He said as he pulled on his freshly lit joint. Her breath hitched. Before she said anything she needed to clear the air about her child. If she was to do this, she had to be sure. She had to be certain there was NOTHING there.
âWhatâs the deal with you and my daughter? Whatchuâ trynna run a game?â She asked confrontationally. She puffed her chest up as if he could see her.
âIâm gonâ be real honest with you, I couldnât even tell you what she does at the company. The most Iâve talked to her is tonight.â He was honest and upfront. He knew who he wanted right now. And it was not Amerie.
âYou wanna keep talking about her? or do you wanna get to the reason you called?â He cut through sharp bringing her out of her head. His voiced vibrated through her body like a sound wave. The hum he gave her when he spoke quite literally made her dizzy.
âI donât know why I called.â
âYes you do.â He shot.
She didnât even fight it. How could she with the way her blood was pumping through her.
âI havenât stop thinking about you either. And thatâs confusing for me,â she confessed. She settled back into her couch, letting out a deep breath.
âLetâs deal with it face to face,â he took a shot in the dark. He was holding his breath, gearing up for rejection.
âOkay.â Why should she deny herself this? Sheâs allowed to see people, right? Allowed to engage?
âSend the location.â She sent it immediately.
âIâm 30 minutes out, Iâll let you know when Iâm close.â He confirmed with her. He hadnât thought twice, he was going to see this woman.
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Annie rushed to prepare herself for this very welcomed visitor. She showered and put on her backless night gown. She sprayed herself with a heavenly perfume. That stayed in the air, no matter what way she moved. Her phone chimed, making her hyper aware of everything that seemed to be out of place in her home. She rushed to fluff pillows, straighten picture frames that seemed crooked and smoothed out her attire. She wanted to appear prepared, when in reality she was shitting bricks.
Elijah wasnât too far off from that same feeling as he approached the three-story townhouse. His heart was in his ass. But, he came here with a mission in mind. And that was to at least to convince her to think about giving him a chance. So, he was young but h was grown and he could handle a grown woman. As he approached her home, he took slow and measured steps getting to the front door. Trying not to seem like he was in a rush to get there. He played cool with three even knocks on her door. Annie took her time opening it but, she knew he would not knock again.
When the door opened, Elijah released a deep breath at the sight of the woman. Standing there with a slip on that accentuated her curves and left nothing to the imagination. Her nippled standing at attention, her neck exposed and shining. Begging for him to mark his territory.
âYou gon just stand there?â Her eyebrow raised.
âI ainât heard you doing no invitin.â He countered.
She opened the door wider, ushering him in with her arms. She instructed him to leave his shoes at the door. She had a strict rule of wearing shoes in her house. She guided him into the living room. Sitting down at the furthest end of the couch. Distant couldnât keep this heat contained too much longer. The way he looked. The sweatpants hanging low on his waist. The white t-shirt with his muscles busting through. His scent, the way he filled the space. Such a big, strong man. âFuck, donât start salivating.â She straightened her posture, pushing her aching breasts into the air. He noticed.
âYou donât think Iâm worth the trouble? Cause Iâm young?â He posed the question innocently, there was no sexual charge behind his words, yet.
âI think that Iâm 38 and Iâm not looking to be distracted by young shit.â She wasnât going to tiptoe around it. She had her worries and concerns. Especially with the situation at hand. âIâm young but ainât shit young about me woman. Iâm straight forward with my shit, I rarely fuck around. I saw you, I wanted you and I made that clear. That sound like a man who do âyoung shitâ?â His eyebrow arched. She cleared her throat. What the fuck was she supposed to say to that. He hadnât played at all. He was sitting in her house after only knowing her all of 6 hours.
She stood up slowly, approaching him with heated caution. She stood in front of him breathing heavily, with her hand stretched out. Inviting him further into the house and into her bedroom.
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She led him to the loveseat at the end of her bed.
Elijah sat, impatiently patient. A goddess was standing in front of him so close, he could melt into her. âCome here,â he beckoned her. Annie crawled into his lap slowly. Placing her thick thighs on the outside of him, straddling his lap. Her pussy sitting directly on top of his bulge. âYou think you know what to do with all this,â she whispered hovering over his ear. He groaned at the pace of the slow assault on his lap. It was almost painful. âYou gon be begging me to get up off of you,â his lips met hers in a fiery passion. A moan worth a thousand words escaped their lips. Their tongue battled for dominance, swapping slow wet flicks of the tongue. Whimpers coming from him sucking her bottom lip. Her pussy clenched around nothing and his dick grew painfully harder. the more passionately they kissed, the harder Annie grinded, Elijah meeting her hips with his.
His hand reached around kneading her ass, spreading and squeezing her plump cheeks. âMmmm, feel on this body,â she moaned into his mouth. She was drunk off his kiss, she never wanted it to end.
Elijah was fighting for his life, he wanted to rip her clothes off. He took his time finding and exploring her neck. Looking for a sign of pleasure, he sucked and bit at her soothing by wrapping his tongue around the sting. His hands found her titties, he pulled and brushed over the hardened nipples. Dragging the front of her nightgown down, her breast fully exposed to him. His mouth got wet and before he could think his hot mouth wrapped around her peaks. Annie moaned and let out a string of cuss words lost in the pleasure. Her pussy was leaking in the seat of her panties, surely leaving a wet spot over his erection.
âElijah, please,â she breathed out. She needed him to touch her. She needed something, a release.
He lifted her up placing her in his spot on the seat. He hovered over her, locking lips while he spread her legs open. He kissed down her body leaving and path of heat across her skin. He came face to face with her wet, covered center. âFuck, that pussy crying. i ainât even touched her,â he whispered into her heat. He ran his strong hand over her center. Her fat clit poked through the fabric. He rubbed slow circles over it. Her back arched and hips rolled, begging for more contact with whimpers and sighs. He wanted to taste her. He ripped the panties off her, âNow donât go ripping shit you donât pay for.â He didnât dignify it with a verbal response. He put his tongue right at her opening, lightly flicking his tongue in her gushy center. Her pussy clenched and wept at the contact.
He licked up her slit taking her fat mound in his mouth, covering it in spit. He licked her pussy sloppy and fully. âOh my Godddddd,â she grabbed the back of his head, spreading her legs wider. His tongue fucked her whole until she was begging for a release, âYou like the way I eat this fat muhfucka,â he growled from below, sending shocks up her spine. She thrusted her pussy closer to his face, pulling and gripping the back of his head. Encouraging him to just climb inside her and live in her. Her looks shooks with the build of her first orgasm, âBaby please keep sucking this pussy, I-I-Iâm boutta fucking squirt all over you,â she whimpered looking down. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue as her body went limp, she locked him in place and she rode it out. He licked her slow until she came down from it. Her chest rising and falling heavily. He scaled her body, squeezing her sides as he came in for a kiss.
âThatâs one.â He grinned. âYou taste so fucking good.â The kiss deepened, Annie tasted herself on his tongue, the taste had to bea drug. Her head swirled and her body tingled. His dick sat hard, pointed straight at her stomach. She trailed his stomach, feeling his hard stomach on the way, until she felt the front of his pants, gripping him hard. She stroked him teasingly, spending time rubbing his tip. She slipping her hand into his waistband making contact with the dick for the first time. He was huge from what she could feel. Veiny and long, and so fucking heavy.
âPull that dick out Big Mama and see what you won,â he stood up over her. She pulled her sweats and underwear down in one tug, freeing the monstrous cock from its cage. Gosh, he was beautiful. She drooled at the sight of the magnificent penis. She stroked him slow, in awe of how her hand barely wrapped around him. How soft her touch was, even though she was jerking him hard. She leaned in without permission, swirling her tongue over the tip f his cock. She licked the bead of precum and hummed. âMmm, just how i thought youâd taste,â she swallowed him whole.
His dick hit the back of her throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He spit and jerked him like sheâd done it before. She was a professionally, for sure. She moaned around the head, how was he getting fucking harder? âJust like that baby, suck that dick just like that,âhe guided her head until he realized he was throat fucking her. Not that she wasnât complaining. She liked having her throat used by him. Loved it even. He pulled her off for air but she said, âWhyâd you stop?â He groaned at the sight of her, covered in so much spit that it dripped down her chin.
Her pussy pulsed at the way he fucked her mouth. She couldnât wait until she was being drilled by that big mean dick.
âCause if I keep going, Iâm not gon get to the good part baby. Come lay on the bed.â
-hey yallllll :) im so happy to put something out that im really proud offf! Again s/o @dealore for the prompt!! Lmk what you think!! Am i like.. back?? Some typos and shit but fuck it yolo!!!
can you do a college smut with cameron cade and his tutor
a helping hand âčđč tyriq withers
PAIRING: tyriq withers as âcameron âcamâ cadeâ from âhim (2025)â x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: in which Cameron has a failing grade in Statistics and his professor asks you to tutor him since you have the highest grade in the class, but after you had a horrible day, Cameronâs now on thin ice with you because he hasnât been showing up to his tutor sessions on time. however, he makes it up to you in ways you least expect. đ€
âCameron Cade, so help me, God, if you are not here at 5 oâclock, i will not be tutoring your ass anymore,â you threatened, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation, as you huffed and shifted your position on the couch, leaning back against it and crossing one of your legs over the other, âbecause the last time we met up, you didnât show up at the library until 8 and i was in there waitinâ on you for 3 damn hours. iâm not waitinâ on you this time.â
âaâight, aâight, i hear you, damn. you want me at your place at 5 oâclock and iâm gonâ be there on time, okay? stop trippinâ so much.â the sound of Cameronâs dismissive tone through the speaker of your phone made your jaw clench and you deeply rolled your eyes as a sharp exhale of irritation fell from your mouth, a furrow forming between your eyebrows while your hand dropped from your face.
you honestly werenât in the mood for having to tutor Cameron since you didnât necessarily have the best day on campus today, but you made a promise to your professor and his coach that youâd help him get his grade up, even if it meant having to endure his irritable antics like showing up later to your Friday tutor sessions than he was supposed to and flirting with you when he should be trying to understand the material youâre teaching him.
it was obvious Cameron was more focused on football than his education, but if he didnât get his grade up, heâd be benched until it was brought up to at least a C, so you tried your hardest to be patient with him because you knew how much football meant to him â everyone did, really.
but your patience was much thinner today than usual.
you overslept 15 minutes for your first class because you were up almost all night studying for an exam in your second class and by the time you made it, there was only 30 minutes left before it was over â it was an hour and 15 minutes long, halfway across campus, and on the third floor, so you had a very long walk from your dorm to get there.
after that, you went to your second class, took your exam, and ended up only making a 60% on it, which technically wasnât that bad since it was a D, but you didnât lose all those hours of sleep to study for that exam and be late to your first class because of it just to make a 60% out of all of the percentages there was.
your third and final class went by pretty smoothly except for the group of girls that sat behind you whispering, giggling, and gossiping to each other for the entire class period, which was only 50 minutes. you could hardly give your professor your full attention because you couldnât concentrate with them murmuring behind you, so you gave up and recorded the rest of the lecture on your phone to listen to when you got back to your on-campus apartment.
after that, you went to the dining hall to get some food in you since you had forgotten to eat due to the adrenaline pumping through you from almost missing your first class mixed with the irritation of practically bombing the exam you studied your ass off for, but your appetite for food was quickly destroyed after a group of distracted boys bumped into you and made your plate of food spill all over your clothes and the floor.
what made getting covered by food so infuriating for you wasnât the act itself, and it wasnât the fact that some of the students in the dining hall were either staring at you or laughing at your now dirty clothes. it was the fact the specific boy who bumped into you didnât even properly apologize to you â he just said âmy bad.â and him and the other boys walked away like nothing happened.
that was your last straw for the day.
you didnât even bother trying to clean the stains or wipe off the rest of the food on you, you just grabbed your backpack and hauled ass back to your apartment, anger written all over your facial features. as soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you tossed your bag on the couch and went straight to the bathroom, roughly discarding your clothes like theyâd disrespected you.
you didnât leave your apartment after that, and quite frankly, you didnât want to. you were fed up with that campus and you had no interest in walking back towards it, which is why you ordered Cameron to come over instead of meeting him at the library like you usually would â except this time, if he wasnât going to show up on time, you were through with him.
as much as you liked to stay true to your promises, Cameronâs late arrivals angered you more than his flirting did. you were a stickler for punctuality, so the fact that Cameron couldnât show up on time for something so important to not only his education, but his football career as well, frustrated you in ways you didnât even know were possible.
âi would âstop trippinââ if you started actinâ like you cared enough about your grades to actually show up at the times i tell you to, so i can properly tutor you, Cameron,â you remarked, your tone snarkier than before, as your jaw flexed a bit and you looked over at the analog clock on the wall, your eyes landing on â3:25â, âlook, you got an hour and 35 minutes to decide on if gettinâ tutored is worth your damn time because, like i said, if youâre not here by 5 oâclock, you donât gottaâ worry about seeinâ me no more.â
you hung up in his face before he could say anything back and you let out a soft huff as you tossed your phone aside and covered your face with your hands, a groan of irritation falling from your lips and into your palms while you ran them down your face.
you were truly ready for this day to be over.
as you adjusted your notes and laptop on your coffee table, three firm knocks sounded off at your door, and your head turned towards it before your eyes flickered over to the clock, your eyebrows furrowing a little at the sight of â4:50â staring back at you.
getting up from the couch, you adjusted your sweatshirt and walked over to the door as you twisted the lock and pulled the door open, your eyes landing on Cameron Cade with a backpack slung over one of his broad shoulders.
âyou know youâre 10 minutes early, right?â you asked in surprise, raising your eyebrows a little, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, watching his tall frame fill up your apartment while you closed and locked the door behind him.
âi know. since you be on my ass about cominâ late all the time, i figured i should come early this time around,â Cameron shrugged, walking over to your couch, as he took a seat on it and pulled his backpack off of his shoulder to sit it on the floor beside his shoes, âplus, you sound like you been through some shit today and i ainât really wanna make your day worse.â
you visibly tensed up at the recollection of how your day went and Cameron noticed, but he decided not to say anything since he knew he had to tread lightly with you since you explicitly stated you were sick of his shit an hour ago when you two were on the phone.
âokay, letâs get started.â you mumbled, purposely deflecting from the topic of your day, as you adjusted your braids in their low ponytail and walked over to the couch, taking a seat on it and grabbing your binder to flip to the lessons you and Cameron would be going over today.
it was now around 7 oâclock and you and Cameron were now wrapping things up, somehow managing to get through your tutor session without him flirting with you. you assumed threatening to quit on him mustâve knocked some sense into him because for the first time since youâve started tutoring him, he actually paid attention and retained the information you were teaching him, which made you proud but you couldnât properly show it like you wanted to since you were still kind of ticked off about how your day went.
as you slipped your notes into the inside pocket of binder and closed the cover of it, you could feel eyes practically staring a hole into your side profile and you briefly glanced over at Cameron before doing a double take, realizing he was in fact staring at you.
âwhat?â you asked, your eyebrows furrowing a little, as you sat your binder on the coffee table and leaned over to your laptop, closing out the tabs you had open and turning it off before shutting it.
âyou been tense since i been here. probably even before i got here, too,â Cameron acknowledged, his eyes scanning your posture, as you looked over at him and leaned back against the couch, resting your back against the cushions, âwhatâs wrong witâ you?â
ânothing.â you lied straight through your teeth and your body language reflected it because your jaw clenched as the words left your mouth, and as always, Cameron Cade noticed it.
âyou really gonâ look me in the eyes and lie to me like that?â Cameron asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little, as you slightly narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms, âlook, you been helpinâ me with this math shit for the past few weeks, the least i could do is help you take all that weight off your shoulders. i know i ainât the most ideal person to vent to, but iâm here if you need somebody.â
you didnât know what it was, but something about his tone made your shoulders slightly drop, and you searched his colored eyes for a moment before letting out a soft huff and slowly uncrossing your arms.
ââŠi was up almost all night studyinâ last night for an exam in one of my classes and i completely bombed that shit and made a 60. then on top of that, because i stayed up so late, i ended up oversleeping and missed over half of my first class, which is way across campus,â you explained, a furrow slowly forming between your eyebrows, as your jaw flexed a bit and you ran your hands down your face, âthen!â then, these yappinâ ass bitches in my last class was behind me whispering and giggling and all types of shit and i couldnât even fuckinâ pay attention so i had to record the damn lecture on my phone and listen to it when i got here so i could take notes.â
âand thatâs not even the worse of the shit!â you suddenly exclaimed, flailing your hands a little, as Cameronâs eyebrows raised and he looked at you in amusement mixed with sympathy, âafter that class, i went to the weak ass dining hall âcause i forgot to eat breakfast since i was rushinâ and shit, so obviously, i was hungry as hell. iâm holdinâ my plate in one hand and my cup in the other hand, right? and iâm just mindinâ my business and walkinâ back to my table, right?â
âplease tell me why in the fuck this random ass group of niggas bumped into me and made the damn plate slide down my clothes and hit the floor?!â you screeched in bewilderment as you flailed your arms like a madman, âand you wanna know what made that shit worse? it wasnât the fact that i got my clothes dirty or that people was staring at me and laughing and all that other shit. it was the fact that the specific nigga who bumped into me didnât even properly apologize to me! that bitch ass nigga said âmy badâ and went on his merry way! like what the fuck?!â
âhold on, pause,â Cameron suddenly spoke as his eyebrows furrowed and he raised his hand to stop you from speaking, âhe ainât say sorry? he ainât try to clean you up or offer to get you some more food or somethinâ?â
âno, he didnât,â you scoffed, crossing your arms, your jaw clenched and you exhaled sharply through your nostrils, âand i had to walk all the way back here with my clothes all fuckinâ dirty with food stains on âem.â
âwho did it?â Cameron asked, the furrow between his brows deepening, as you raised your hands and dramatically shrugged your shoulders, mimicking the shrugging emoji before recrossing your arms.
âshit, i donât know. some brown-skinned and dark-skinned niggas with football shirts on from that high ass bookstore,â you answered carelessly as you rolled your eyes a little and a scowl crossed your face, âthe one that bumped into me, though, was some brown-skinned dude with dreads. he had his shit in like a ponytail or a bun or somethingâ iâma be honest, i donât remember, i was mad. iâm still mad, too.â
âdonât worry âbout it, iâma handle it.â Cameron chuckled, though the sound was merely humorless, as you watched him slip his notes and homework back into his backpack and your eyebrows furrowed a little.
âyou gonâ handle it?â you repeated in confusion, watching Cameron zip up his bag and rest it against the side of the couch, as Cameron met your gaze and casually nodded his head, causing the furrow between your eyebrows to deepen while you watched him lean back against the couch, âwhat you mean you gonâ âhandle itâ, Cam?â
âyou think iâma let some of my teammates drench you in food and get away with it?â Cameron asked, raising an eyebrow, as he scoffed lowly and shook his head, crossing his arms and shifting his position to sit in a man-spread, âthat shit ainât happeninâ.â
âCamââ
âno matter what you say to me, it wonât change my mind,â Cameron quickly interrupted your sentence and shook his head again as he leaned his head back against the back of the couch and maintained eye contact with you, âiâm not just gonâ let some niggas disrespect you like that, especially if itâs some niggas i know. like i said, that shit ainât happeninâ.â
you paused before you could add a rebuttal and your eyes searched his as you went quiet, the room now filled with comfortable silence after Cameronâs chivalrous words. you always thought Cameron flirted with you just to tease you or see if he could make you blush, but it was starting to dawn on you that it was much deeper than that, and your brain was struggling to comprehend it.
Cameron Cade, the star player on your collegeâs football team, had a crush on you, his Statistics tutor.
âCameron, why is this such a big deal to you?â you asked, your eyebrows furrowing a little, as you tilted your head a little and tried to read him, but all he did was grin widely in response.
âyou too smart not to know the difference between somebody flirting with you as a joke and somebody flirting with you âcause they want you,â Cameron chuckled softly as he tucked his arms behind his head and leaned his head against them, his muscular biceps slightly flexing from the action, âyou be thinkinâ iâm playinâ when i flirt with you and whole time, i been waitinâ for you to stop playinâ and let a nigga cuff you.â
your eyebrows raised before you could stop them, a look of surprise mixed with amusement written along your features as you let out a soft amused chuckle.
âin that case, say it with your chest then, Cameron,â you challenged as you grinned widely and crossed your arms, âif you really want me, i wanna actually hear you say it.â
âi been wantinâ you before you was even my tutor,â Cameron confessed, chuckling softly, as his lips curled up into a smirk, âi used to see your lilâ pretty ass all the time on campus with your headphones on or with your head in your books, so i ainât try to approach you. i thought i wasnât your type, anyway.â
âand what exactly do you think my type is?â you asked in amusement, your eyebrows raising, as you laughed at his words and Cameron shrugged a little before removing his arms from behind his head.
âdefinitely not athletes⊠shit, probably nerds,â Cameron grinned playfully, earning a hearty laugh from you, as he chuckled softly at your laughter and his grin slowly contorted into a genuine smile, âyou canât blame me for thinkinâ i wasnât your type, girl, câmon now.â
âwell, you are,â you admitted, grinning at him, as his eyebrows raised in surprise and he slightly narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to tell if you were telling the truth or trying to spare his feelings, âyouâre right though, i usually donât go for athletes, but unfortunately, this one athlete done got me.â
âand whoâs that one athlete?â Cameron rhetorically asked, a cocky smirk on his face, as you smacked your lips and your grin spread a little wider, playfully rolling your eyes at his cockiness.
âthe talented Cameron Cade thatâs been gettinâ on my damn nerves since i started tutoring him,â you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as Cameronâs smirk widened and you laughed softly at the sight, âdonât let this shit go to your head.â
âtoo late,â Cameron cockily smirked, shifting closer to you, as a look of amusement crossed your face at him moving closer and he noticed it, making him chuckle softly, âi got the most beautiful and smartest girl as my girlfriend.â
âyou never askââ
Cameronâs lips were on yours before you could even get your sentence out, and the tension in your shoulders vanished at the action as you returned the kiss and cupped his jaw with one hand and cradled the nape of his neck with the other hand, holding him close while his big hands settled against your waist. the kiss was soft, slow, and tender â something you deeply needed after the rough day you had. it had a bit of determination in it also, which was Cameronâs way of letting you know he meant business.
he didnât flirt with you for fun. he didnât flirt with you because he wanted to fuck you and leave. he flirted with you because he wanted you, and he didnât want you thinking otherwise.
Cameron pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours as you let out a soft heavy exhale, the deep kiss practically sucking all of the oxygen out of your lungs while you met his gaze.
âwill you be my girlfriend?â Cameron asked softly, his colored eyes searching yours intensely, as a wide smile slowly spread across your face and you nodded your head.
âyeah,â you smiled as you watched a smile that matched yours spread across his face and you let out a soft chuckle, âabout damn time you asked.â
âshut up and gimmeâ another kiss.â and you did just as he asked.
as your lips met his again, Cameronâs hands shifted from your waist to your back and he pulled you closer as his lips moved in tandem with yours, the kiss filled with all of the intense âhiddenâ feelings between the two of you. your hands moved from his neck and jaw to his upper arms and you held onto them as the two of you gradually shifted positions, Cameronâs body moving to tower over you while you laid back against the couch.
as he got comfortable between your legs, your laptop and binder were so far gone from your mind that you forgot you and him even did a tutor session today. all you could focus on at that moment was him â his cologne, how his mouth tasted, how his hands felt caressing your figure, how his lips felt against yours, and how his body felt on top of yours. eventually, both of you broke the kiss and Cameron planted one last sweet kiss against your lips before burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses against your melanated skin while you tilted your head to further expose more of you.
one of your hands moved up from his upper arm to the back of his head and you cradled it in your palm as you moaned softly, feeling his lips and tongue press against particularly erogenous spot against your neck. noticing your reaction, Cameron paid special attention to that area, sucking, kissing, licking, and gently nipping against it while his hands rubbed up and down your sides.
âCamâŠâ you whimpered softly, your body arching into his touch, as you suddenly froze and your eyes widened, your hands abruptly moving to push at his shoulders, âwait, wait, wait.â
âwhat?â Cameron asked, raising his head from your neck to look down at you, âi do somethinâ wrong?â
âno, itâs not you, but we canât, uh⊠do this right here,â you admitted sheepishly as you cracked a small shy grin, âi have a roommate, Cam, and she could come in any second.â
âshit, we could give her a show,â Cameron smirked playfully, earning a laugh from you, as he wrapped his arms around your figure and stood up from the couch with you in his arms, a squeal coming from your mouth while you locked your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders to steady yourself, âaâight, where yoâ room at, ma?â
âitâs down the hall to the left.â
âC-CaaaamâŠâ you whined, your eyebrows furrowing, as your jaw dropped and your head lolled back between your pillows, your hands cradling the back of Cameronâs head while his mouth skillfully worked between your legs, âbaby, that feels soooo goodddâŠâ
Cameron hummed against you in response, and the feeling sent vibrations through you that made you squeal, your body jerking while your eyes rolled back into your head. his hands firmly gripped your thighs to keep them spread as wide as they could go and his tongue followed the lead of his lips as he kissed, sucked, and licked on every part of your pussy he could get his mouth on, occasionally showering your clit with personal attention before he resumed focusing on your entire pussy as a whole.
your body had become so relaxed that you felt like mush laying underneath him, but it was the best feeling in the world. granted, you had your own ways to de-stress after a bad day, but there was something about Cameron Cade eating the attitude out of you that gave you a feeling like no other, and you could feel the intense pleasure coursing through your veins and practically lighting your body on fire.
âoh, fuuuckâ Cameron!â
âjust like that, baby, shiiit!â
âC-Camâ ooh, fuckâ nnnngh, God!â
your cries and moans bounced off of the walls of your bedroom as your climax crashed down on you like a bucket of a bricks, a broken cry ripping through your chest while your eyes screwed shut.
ây-yes! ohhh, yes, yessssâ fuck!â you cried through your orgasm as your hips jolted wildly and your body arched up from the bed, a desperate mewl falling from your lips while Cameron ate you through your orgasmic aftershocks.
âthatâs it, baby, there you go,â Cameron cooed, lapping up your juices, as he raised his head from between your legs and licked his lips, his fingertips rubbing your thighs while he looked down at you, âyou so pretty, mama.â
your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice and you looked up at him, a small grin creeping onto your face once you met his gaze and noticed how the lower half of his face was glistening.
âyou⊠damn, give me a second,â you panted heavily, shaking your head a little, as Cameronâs lips curled up into a proud smirk and he let out a hearty laugh while his hands massaged your thighs, âstop laughinâ at me!â
âaw, iâm sorry, pretty, câmere.â Cameron cooed teasingly as he moved to the other side of the bed and sat with his back against the headboard before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.
âno, you not,â you dramatically pouted, sticking out your bottom lip, as you straddled his lap and rested your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, âyou think itâs funny seeinâ be struggle to catch my breath after you just ate the soul outtaâ my pussy.â
ââfunnyâ ainât the word iâd use, mama,â Cameron chuckled, smirking mischievously, as he grabbed your hips and pushed them down a little, making his bare erection press against you, âi think itâs sexy as hell watchinâ you cum on my face like that.â
your pout instantly vanished once you felt his dick press against you and your expression contorted into a small smirk instead as you leaned down and kissed him deeply, cupping his jaw in one of your hands while his hands moved from your hips to your ass. the kiss was slow for a moment, but it picked up momentum once his tongue slipped inside your mouth, a soft moan emitting from your vocal cords while your tongue wrestled with his.
as the two of you kissed feverishly, your unoccupied hand maneuvered down his body and reached down to grab his dick, a groan coming from him once your fingers latched around it. his grip slightly tightened on your ass and he used his grip to raise your hips a bit as you placed his tip at your entrance and slowly slid down on it, causing a moan to spill out from both of you that accidentally made the kiss break.
your hands clutched his shoulders and his colored eyes stared up at you as you gradually took more and more of his inches in until you were fully seated on his lap, a heavy exhale falling from your lips at how full you felt. you started off bouncing at a slow pace, getting yourself used to his size and the way he felt inside you, and a soft moan fell from your lips as Cameron leaned forward and pressed soft kisses against your jawline before dipping his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your warm skin while his hands guided you up and down on his dick by your asscheeks.
one of your hands cradled the back of his head and the other held onto his upper back as a blissful moan fell from your lips and you tilted your head to further expose your neck, your eyes slowly closing while you lost yourself in a pleasurable haze.
âCameronâŠâ you moaned, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your jaw dropped a little and you whimpered with need, your hips now starting to move at a steady pace while your hand moved from the back of Cameronâs head to the nape of his neck.
âiâm right here, baby,â Cameron murmured against your neck, sucking faint hickeys into your skin, as his hands moved to your hips and he held them to keep you steady while his mouth moved towards your collarbone, âi ainât goinâ nowhere, mama, keep ridinâ this dick like a good girl.â
you moaned at his words and your head lolled back as your jaw went slack and your eyebrows furrowed, both of your hands now clutching Cameronâs upper back and holding onto him for stability. without warning, Cameron started thrusting upward to meet your bounces, and a sharp cry fell from your lips as your body jerked and your eyes rolled back, the furrow between your eyebrows deepening while Cameronâs arms wrapped around your body and pulled you against his chest.
âC-Cam!â you squealed, your head falling forward and resting against his forehead, as the two of you locked eyes and a mewl fell from your mouth, both of your breaths coming out as ragged pants while you fucked each other back, âj-just like that, baby, fuuuck!â
âyou feel so fuckinâ good,â Cameron groaned, his eyebrows furrowing a bit, as he tightened his arms around you and sped up his thrusts, pulling another cry from you while your nails sunk into his upper back, âyou so wet for me, baby. i can feel her drenchinâ my shit and you ainât even came yet. you takinâ this dick so good for me, pretty girl.â
âohhh, fuck! oooh, fuck! f-fuck, fuckâ uuuuugh!â you felt so good that you couldnât do anything but curse up a storm, your eyes rolling back again while your jaw went slack and your mouth hung open. your hips worked quicker to match Cameronâs thrusts, which only intensified the pleasure both of you felt, as you threw your head back and cried out loudly, your cries and his groans mixing together with the sound of skin-slapping to create a sound of harmony.
âi-iâm cumminâ! fuuuck, baby, iâm cumminâ! uuuuugh, yes! yes, yes, yesss!â you whimpered loudly, your eyes screwing shut, as you gripped Cameronâs upper back tighter and he groaned at the feeling, his back and arm muscles flexing against you while he continued thrusting through your orgasm.
âthatâs it, baby, keep cumminâ. cum all over this dick, pretty girl, i wanna ease that stress on your shoulders.â
Kinda need a story about Cameron and Drew at the same time đ€
sharing is caring âčđč tyriq withers & geron mckinley
PAIRING: tyriq withers as âcameron âcamâ cadeâ & geron mckinley as âdrew cadeâ from âhim (2025)â x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: in which Cameron and Drew both have feelings for you, so they come to a compromise and decide to share you between the two of them. đ€
AUTHORâS NOTE: i shouldâve known iâd get this request LMAOOOO đđ anywho, this oneâs a handful, so iâm gonna ask yâall to hold on reallll tight for this ride! âš
âdouble the pleasures, like double the funâŠâ
âiâma call you back, girl, hold on.â were the last words you told your best friend before you ended your FaceTime call with her due to the sound of three firm knocks at your apartmentâs door.
your eyebrows held a small furrow and your face had a slightly confusion expression on it, not necessarily sure who could be at your door at â10:06 P.M.â getting up from your bed, you adjusted your pajama shorts on your hips and left your bedroom as you walked down the hall and flicked on the light in the living room to illuminate your path to the front door. walking over to it, you unlocked it and pulled it open, your eyes locking on the six-foot-something Cade brothers at your doorstep.
ânow, why the hell you two light-skinned niggas at my door this late?â you questioned, chuckling, as you moved to the side and rested your other hand on your hip, allowing the two of them to come in.
you and the Cade brothers were good friends, and you were one of the few people they knew they could count on in their times of need. that didnât stop them from flirting with you, but they wouldnât flirt with you while they were together, though. if you were with Cameron alone, heâd flirt with you, and if you were Drew alone, heâd flirt with you, too, but when you were with both of them at the same time, they tried to be on their best behavior, not necessarily wanting to alert each other of what they do when theyâre alone with you.
you never took the flirting serious, though. you just thought they were playing around with you, but that didnât mean that certain things they said didnât get under your skin and make you feel all hot and bothered, which ultimately led to unresolved sexual tension. you purposely ignored it, not wanting to ruin your relationship with either of the brothers since it was becoming increasingly obvious that they both felt something for you and you felt something for both of them, too â but which Cade brother would you choose? Cameron or Drew?
to avoid coming down to that conclusion, you kept yourself occupied and blocked the lingering thought of having to pick between them out of your mind. if you kept yourself distracted, you wouldnât have to face the impending reality that Cameron and Drew would eventually confess to you how they felt and ultimately make you pick which one of them you felt more connected to.
but little did you know⊠the night would entail something much different than picking and choosing.
âwe gottaâ talk to you about somethinâ.â the seriousness in Drewâs voice threw you off, and it showed in your face because your eyebrows furrowed a little and you looked between him and Cameron in confusion before gesturing them to follow you to the couch with a small nod of your head.
âwhat is it?â you asked, concern lacing your tone, as the three of you sat on the couch together with Cameron on your left and Drew on your right, leaving you in the middle of them while one of your legs instinctively crossed over the other and you rested your hands in your lap.
âit ainât nothinâ bad. we just need some⊠clarification,â Cameron looked at Drew for a moment before looking over to you, his colored eyes searching yours almost as if he was trying to read your mind, âyou feel that, too, donât you?â
you werenât stupid, you knew exactly what he meant by âthatâ â you just werenât expecting him to flat-out say it. your body stiffened once the question fell from his mouth and both of the brothers noticed it, but they chose not to say anything about it because they didnât want to scare you off before they got their point across. based off of your reaction though, it told them everything they needed to know â you felt it and never said anything, just like they did.
âme and Cam been talkinâ,â Drew started, making you turn your head and look over at him, âand we both feelinâ you and we know you been keepinâ how you really feel about us on the low âcause you think we gonâ make you choose between us.â
you paused and your eyes flickered between the two of them, anxiety starting to creep up your spine while you looked between the two brothers. truthfully, you had no idea where this conversation would go, but you couldnât help but to feel nervous about where it was leading to.
âwe not makinâ you pick between us, aâight?â Cameron reassured, seemingly reading your mind and aiming to calm your nerves, âbut we do got somethinâ to ask you, though.â
âyâall makinâ me nervous,â you finally spoke, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as you leaned back into the couch and crossed your arms, âiâm all ears, but yâall need to spit it out before i throw up or somethinâ.â
âinstead of pickinâ between us, how would you feel if we both got to have you?â Drew asked, finally spitting out the question that him and Cameron had been talking about amongst themselves, âlike, on some three-way couple shit.â
âlike⊠polyamorous?â you asked, your eyebrows raising a little, as the two of them simultaneously nodded their heads and your eyebrows raised higher in surprise, not expecting them to offer themselves up to you like this.
âyou donât gottaâ do nothinâ you not comfortable with, so if you donât wanna do this, then we want you to say that,â Cameron reassured as he rested his hand against your knee and rubbed it with his thumb, âbut if we do it this way, that means you get both of us and wonât have to pick which one of us you want.â
âit also means that me and him share you between us so itâs equal. no favoritism, no picking and choosing â just you, me, and Cam,â Drew added as he made brief eye contact with Cameron before the two of them fixated their intense gazes on you, âso, what you think? you down?â
you couldnât believe your ears. Cameron and Drew were willing to be in a polyamorous relationship with you because they wanted you and you wanted them, but they didnât want to make you pick? you were sure you were dreaming, but Cameronâs thumb gently stroking your knee kept you grounded enough to realize that this was actually happening and not just a figment of your imagination.
you went quiet for a moment, your eyes flickering between the two of them, and you uncrossed your legs as you pressed your knees together, causing Cameronâs hand to shift from your knee to your thigh. you knew that once you made your decision that there was no going back, so you needed to make the right choice and stick with it.
but who were you to deny yourself of having your cake and eating it, too?
âiâm down,â you answered softly, slightly nodding your head to confirm your decision, as you noticed their shoulders drop and you grinned a little in amusement, letting out a soft chuckle, âno favoritism and no picking and choosing like you said.â
âyou sure?â Cameron asked, raising an eyebrow, as you nodded your head and rested your hand on top of his that was on your thigh, gently squeezing it while your other hand reached out and grabbed onto one of Drewâs hands to intertwine your fingers with his.
âiâve never been more certain of anything in my life,â you reassured him as you looked between the two of them, âi know what i want and i want this â both of you as mine.â
âand we want you as ours,â Drew brought your hand up to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours and sending a light shiver down your spine, âcâmere.â
Drewâs other hand reached up and gently grabbed your chin as he leaned in and kissed you softly, the hunger for you brewing deeply in him becoming evident the longer his lips were pressed against yours. you melted almost instantly into the kiss, but before you could deepen it, he pulled away, a small smirk crossing his face while he leaned back from you.
before you could whine for more, Cameronâs other hand and reached over and grabbed your jaw as he turned your head towards him and kissed you deeply, which only made your body melt even more than it already had. as the two of you kissed, you were losing track of your surroundings, your apartment starting to blur in the back of your mind as you relished the feeling of Cameronâs soft lips against yours.
before you could really forget where you were, Cameron broke the kiss and pulled back from you, running his tongue over his lips to savor the taste of your mouth. your breathing had gotten heavier, but you didnât know if it was because both of them had kissed the breath from your lungs or if it was because you were filled with anticipation.
as you looked between the two of them, Cameron and Drew looked at each other for a moment, seemingly speaking telepathically to one another, before they stood up in unison and tugged you up with them, their grip on your hands firm yet gentle as Cameron led to the way to your bedroom.
there was very little space between the three of you and you were practically sandwiched between the Cade brothers with Cameronâs cologne filling your nostrils and Drewâs body heat radiating across your back, but you werenât complaining. it only amped your hormones up more, actually, and it didnât help the strong sexual tension in the atmosphere of your apartment.
as the three of you entered your bedroom, Cameron and Drew let go of your hands and you walked over to your bed as you sat on the edge, your eyes watching Cameron close the door and Drew lock it afterwards. once that was done, the two of them walked over to the bed and sat down next to you, Cameron back on your left and Drew back on your right to leave you in the middle of them for a second time.
Drew gently grabbed your jaw and tilted your head to expose your neck as he reattached his lips to yours, kissing you much deeper than last time. as you returned the kiss, you reached up and cradled his face, but your fingers twitched against his jaw once you felt a tongue glide across the side of your neck, the action eliciting a barely audible whimper from you that both of the brothers somehow heard loud and clear.
Drewâs tongue swiped your bottom lip to ask for entrance and you parted your lips, granting him access. simultaneously, Cameron was working on the side of your neck, his lips leaving sloppy kisses against your melanated skin and occasionally nipping at it to feel your breathing hitch.
suddenly, Drew broke the kiss and Cameron raised his head from the crook of your neck, the two of them looking at you hungrily before they switched actions â Cameron capturing your mouth and Drew leaving open-mouthed kisses against your neck. you tilted your head to further expose your neck, which ultimately deepened your kiss with Cameron, and your hands moved to fist his hoodie as you tugged at it, wanting it to come off.
Cameron pulled back enough to tug the piece of clothing over his head and he threw it aside before reattaching his lips back to yours, kissing you desperately like he couldnât get enough of you. feeling Drew gently bite down on a patch of your skin, you moaned against Cameronâs mouth, feeling both of the menâs lips curl up into smirks against you, and you reached over to cradle Drewâs head, your arousal starting to seep through your panties from the intense sensations rushing through you.
eventually, the two of them pulled away from you again, their eyes hooded and their pupils blown from lust. Cameronâs eyes raked over your pajamas and Drewâs eyes landed on your thighs that had been absentmindedly rubbing together for the past few minutes.
âcan we undress you, pretty?â Cameron asked, his voice low and husky, as him and Drew looked up at you and you nodded your head, swallowing hard to steady your breathing before you verbally responded.
âyeah..â you answered softly, your confirmation coming out breathy, as you nodded your head again and looked between the two of them, neediness starting to creep up your spine before you realized it, âplease.â
they took turns unbuttoning your pajama top, both of them moving agonizingly slow to tease you. once your shirt was open, they pushed it off your shoulders and you pulled your arms out of it before tossing it to the floor, leaving your full breasts on display for them.
Cameronâs hands moved to the waistband of your shorts and you raised your hips, allowing him to tug them down your legs and pull them off your ankles. Drewâs hands then found the waistband of your panties and you raised your hips again as he slowly pulled the last thing covering you off of your body, leaving you completely bare and exposed to them.
âdamnâŠâ Drew mumbled, tossing your wet panties aside, as his eyes slowly drank you in and he bit down on his bottom lip, his dick hardening in his jeans the longer he looked at you, âyou so pretty, ma.â
âso fuckinâ pretty.â Cameron added as one of his hands grabbed your left leg and pulled it over his, spreading you wider so they could see you better.
Drew mimicked his action with your right leg, and once you were fully spread open, they could properly see how wet you were, your entrance fluttering around nothing from the attention your naked body was getting. your eyes flickered between the two of them, anticipating their next move, and you swallowed hard again, your heart thumping so hard it felt like it was about to jump out your chest.
both of them leaned down to you and buried their faces in the crook of your neck, their mouths working on both sides while their hands rested on your thighs to keep you spread open. your eyes fluttered closed from the feeling and a soft moan fell from your lips as you cradled both of their heads, your jaw slightly falling open and your vocals releasing a whimper.
as they kissed your neck, their hands explored your body, caressing you from your sides to your thighs and leaving no part of you untouched â or unclaimed. you felt a hand on one of your thighs shift and before you knew it, you felt fingers rest atop your clit and rub it in slow circles, causing your hips jolt and your eyes to flutter open.
your eyes landed on Cameronâs hand, his middle and ring fingers working your bud expertly while he marked the left side of your neck with hickeys. a moan fell from your lips and your eyebrows furrowed a little as you watched his hand movements, your breathing quickening more than it already had. as Cameron played with you, you felt Drewâs kisses start to lower down to your collarbone, his lips lingering there for a moment before they moved down to your breast.
gasping softly, you watched Drewâs mouth wrap around one of your hard nipples, his tongue swiping and swirling over the bud while he sucked at it. a soft whimper fell from your mouth at the feeling, but it transformed into a moan once you felt one of Cameronâs fingers slide inside you.
âoh, fuckâŠâ you whimpered, your head falling back, as your hand left Cameronâs head and went to grab his wrist instead, not to stop him but to ground yourself.
âmhm, thatâs it, baby,â Cameron mumbled as he kissed up from your neck to your jaw, his lips dragging across your jawline and leaving lingering kisses against it while he added another finger inside you, âopen up for me, pretty girl.â
you whimpered again at his words, the furrow between your eyebrows deepening, and you sluggishly raised your head as you looked down, watching Drew stimulate one of your nipples while Cameron fingered you at steady pace. one of your hands cradled Drewâs head and the other held onto Cameronâs wrist as your moans and whimpers flooded the room and Drew pulled your leg further open, giving Cameron more leverage to slide his fingers in deeper.
âs-shiiiitâŠâ you whined, your hips slightly jerking, as you watched Drewâs hand slide up your thigh and towards your pussy, his fingers landing on your clit and rubbing it in circles like Cameron previously did, âa-ah!â
your eyes rolled back and your head fell back for a second time as your back arched and you let out a mewl, your jaw going slack and your mouth hanging open while your hand left Drewâs head and went to grab his arm instead.
with both of them touching you like this, you didnât even know whose name to call out, so all you could do was moan. it was all you could muster out anyway. between Drewâs mouth on one of your sensitive nipples and both of their hands between your legs working you to your peak, you felt like you were about to cum right then and there.
before you could process it, you felt an added stimulation on your other nipple and you whined out as your head raised and you looked down again, your eyes landing on Cameronâs unoccupied hand twisting and toying with your nipple with his index finger and thumb. raising his mouth from your nipple, Drew pressed kisses against your breast as his unoccupied hand slid its way up to your chest, mimicking Cameronâs action to the nipple his mouth was previously on and ultimately sending pleasurable shocks through you.
âoh, fuck!â you cried out, your hips jolting, as your thighs start trembling and you whimpered loudly, your grip on Cameronâs wrist and Drewâs arms tightening while your eyes rolled back for a second time and your eyebrows furrowed deeply, âshit, shit, shiiiitâ ughhh, iâm gonna cum!â
âlet that shit go, ma,â Drew mumbled against your chest, inching up to your collarbones again, as he dragged his tongue across them and you arched into his touch, a whine falling from your lips at the sensation, âgive it to us.â
once you felt Cameronâs fingers curve inside you, you exploded. a loud shrill cry ripped through your chest and your legs jerked as your orgasm rocketed through you, a small scrunch forming in the bridge of your nose as you came on Cameronâs fingers with the aid of Drewâs touch on your clit. whimpers poured from your mouth as you handled your orgasm and you sluggishly fell backwards onto the bed as Cameron and Drew continued stimulating you through your orgasmic aftershocks, their actions gradually coming to a stop once your body had fully calmed down.
you panted heavily as you watched them with low eyes, eyeing Cameron who was sucking your essence off of his fingers and Drew who was rubbing your thigh to relax the slight tremble in them. the two of them looked down at you before looking at each other, seemingly telepathically speaking to one another again before they switched positions.
Drew now stood in front of you, and he grabbed one of your ankles to tug you closer to the edge of the bed before flipping you over onto your stomach, eliciting a soft squeal from you. letting it go of your ankle, Drew grabbed your hips and lifted them up, placing a deep arch in your back and sitting your ass high in the air. slightly adjusting for comfort, you rested your cheek against your bed and looked back at him, watching him shrug his jacket off and toss it aside before discarding his shirt as well.
your eyes wandered across Drewâs tone figure, taking in his muscular build, and his eyes met yours as he smirked a little and winked at you before dropping down to his knees. grabbing your hips, Drew pulled you closer to his face and his eyes stared at your wet pussy for a moment before he started digging in, eating you out like a man that hadnât eaten his favorite food in too long.
a moan ripped through you before you could catch it and a small furrow formed between your eyebrows as your hands fisted your sheets, your jaw going to slack at the feeling of Drewâs mouth against you. his mouth worked eagerly yet expertly, and his hands moved from your hips to your ass as he spread your cheeks and shoved his face further against your pussy, earning a sharp cry from you in response.
âDrew! oh, shiiiit,â you whined, the furrow between your eyebrows deepening, as your eyes rolled back and your hips slightly jolted, your body melting against your mattress, âmmhmmm, just like t-that⊠fuuuuckâŠâ
one of Drewâs hands left your ass and slid between your legs as he rubbed your clit with his thumb and started tongue-fucking you, his tongue curving inside you and wiggling just enough to make you clench around it. a squeal fell from your lips and your grip tightened on the sheets as your eyes squeezed shut and the arch in your back deepened, another orgasm sneaking up on you and sending a shiver down your spine.
âi-iâmâ ah, fuck! fuck! i-iâm cumminggg!â your words flew out of you in a high-pitched yelp and your orgasm rocketed through you as you came on Drewâs face, whimpering desperately while you held onto the sheets so tight that your knuckles were damn near white.
âmhm, there you go, baby. let me taste that good shit.â Drew mumbled against you, pulling his tongue out of you, as he licked you clean and ceased his movement on your clit, smacking your ass and earning a squeal from you before he fully stepped back from you.
you panted heavily as you tried to catch your breath from your second orgasm of the night, but the feeling of a hand wrapping around your ankle and turning you onto your back made your breathing pause in the middle of your trachea. as you looked up, your eyes locked on a shirtless Cameron who was tugging you back towards the edge of the bed, his gaze finding yours once he realized you were looking up at him.
âyou good?â Cameron asked softly, his hand shifting from your ankle to your thigh, as he gently rubbed your thigh and you slowly nodded your head, a small lazy grin finding its way onto your face.
chuckling softly, Cameron dropped to his knees and slid his hands underneath your ass, slightly lifting your hips up and angling them up a bit higher so he could taste you better. leaning down to your pussy, Cameron opened his mouth wide and slowly dragged his tongue up and down your folds before french-kissing your pussy, his mouth covering every part of it while his lips worked in tandem with your second set.
your head dropped back and a loud moan fell from your mouth as you reached down and cradled Cameronâs head with both hands, the pads of your fingers caressing his buzzcut and gently digging into the new growth. a furrow formed between your eyebrows and your legs absentmindedly spread wider as your back slightly arched up from the bed and your jaw dropped, a whimper falling from your parted lips while Cameron continued french-kissing your pussy and showering it with affection.
you were still sensitive from your last orgasm, so Cameron taking his time with your pussy was keeping you at bay, but it was also making you come more undone than you already had. once he stopped his french-kisses, you felt him flatten his tongue and drag it up and down your pussy real slow before his lips latching around your clit, eliciting a mewl from you while your eyes rolled back.
âC-Caaaam,â you whimpered, the heels of your feet digging into the bed, as you felt Cameronâs hands leave your ass and grab your thighs instead, keeping them spread apart while he feasted on you, âoooh, fuuuck, i-iâmââ
you couldnât properly announce your impending orgasm before it roughly rocketed through you, your back arching up from the bed and your legs jerking as you came on Cameronâs face with a loud yelp. your eyes were tightly squeezed shut and your face was scrunched up as your hips bucked from your orgasmic aftershocks, a desperate whimper falling from your mouth while your hands slid off of Cameronâs head and down on the bed.
after licking you clean, Cameron raised his head and looked down at you, his hands caressing your thighs while a small smirk crossed his face.
âstill good?â Cameron asked, a cocky undertone to his question, as your eyes slowly fluttered open and you looked up at him, panting heavily to catch your breath while you slowly raised your hand and gave him a thumbs up.
both of the Cade brothers laughed at your gesture and a sheepish smile crossed your face as you covered your hands and huffed softly against your palms, your thighs closing around Cameronâs massaging hands and making him chuckle.
âwhat you shy for, ma?â Drew teased, a smirk on his face, as he leaned over to you and pulled your hands off of your face, making your smile widen while you looked over at him, âainât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a lilâ worn out.â
âi really donât like either of you right now.â you mumbled, no real heat behind your words, as the brothers chuckled at you and Drew sat down on the bed near the headboard, resting his back against it.
âitâs aâight, we can fix that,â Drewâs smirk widened and he leaned over to you as he wrapped his arms around your body and tugged you up the bed, a soft giggle falling from your lips once he pulled you onto his lap, âbring yoâ pretty ass here.â
it didnât settle in your mind that Drew was bare underneath you until you felt his dick press up against your inner thigh once you settled onto his lap, your breathing hitching at feeling the girthy thing press against you like it was meant to be there. leaning down, your lips met his and you kissed him deeply, your hands resting against his shoulders while his hands grabbed at and kneaded your ass.
as the two of you kissed, one of your hands slid down between your bodies and grabbed Drewâs dick, a low groan coming from him once your fingers latched around it. his grip slightly tightened on your ass and he raised your hips a bit as you placed his tip at your entrance and slowly slid down on it, making his grip tighten further on your cheeks while you moaned against his mouth.
you continued slowly sinking down until you were fully seated on his lap, and once he was buried to the hilt, you broke the kiss and let out a breathy whimper, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows at how full you felt. you rested your forehead against Drewâs and he bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes fixated on your face as he watched you bounce up and down on his dick with a slow pace to help you adjust to his size.
his hands moved from your ass to your hips and your hands moved from his shoulders to his upper arms as you maintained eye contact with him, another whimper falling from your lips while your breathing slightly hitched. once you felt that you adjusted to his size, you started to speed up, a mewl escaping you as you started bouncing at a steady pace.
âthere you go, ma,â Drew groaned, his grip slightly tightening on your hips, as he pecked your lips twice and you moaned with each peck, âride this dick just like that. you doinâ that shit so good for me, baby.â
Drewâs words pulled a moan from you and only made you more eager to please, though you didnât know if you were more eager to please him or yourself. your pace sped up again and your grip tightened on his upper arms as your head tilted back and you cried out, your eyebrows furrowing and your eyes rolling back while your ass clapped against Drewâs pelvis.
âfuuuck, itâs s-soooo good,â you whined, your jaw dropping, as you felt Drew lean forward and press kisses against your chest, his arms wrapping securely around you to keep you balanced on his lap, âsooo fuckinâ gooddddâ shiiiit!â
a loud squeal fell from your mouth once you felt Drew start to fuck you back, his thrusts meeting your bounces halfway with a matching pace as he fucked up into you. his mouth glided up to your neck and he licked a stripe of your skin before nipping at it, leaving behind hickeys while he tightened his arms around you. broken cries and whimpers fell from your mouth and one of your hands held onto his upper back while the other cradled the back of his head, your fingers sitting between each of his cornrows and resting against his scalp.
âDrew!â you cried out, your eyes rolling so far back that your irises were no longer visible, as your body jerked and you gasped loudly, a deep furrow forming between your eyebrows, âoh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuckâ i-iâmâ ughhh, iâmâ fuck!â
the more orgasms that hit you, the less you could properly announce when they were coming, and it was becoming evident since this was the second time you failed to announce your peak. your climax rocketed through you and you cried out at the top of your lungs as your body seized in place and you clung to Drew tightly, your head dropping against his shoulder.
Drewâs hands rubbed your back and his strokes gradually slowed as you whimpered softly, panting softly against his shoulder while he planted soft kisses against the side of your neck and your shoulder.
âthatâs it, ma. handle that shit like a big girl,â Drew cooed softly, raising his head, as he looked down at you and gently kissed your cheek, his strokes coming to a stop, âyou good?â
âmhm.â you hummed softly, your voice slowly but surely becoming weaker, as you sluggishly raised your head and looked down at Drew, earning a soft kiss on the lips from him.
âgot one more in you?â Drew asked, searching your eyes, as a small grin crossed your face and you nodded your head, making him chuckle softly, âi thought so.â
Drew gave you one final kiss on the lips and grabbed your hips as he carefully lifted you up from his lap and laid you down on the bed beside him, eyeing you for a moment before getting up from his seated position.
as Drew moved away from you, Cameron approached you, his hands rubbing against your shins for a little bit before he crawled onto the bed. your low eyes watched as he inched his way further on top of you until he was hovering above your face, his gold necklaces dangling above you while the two of you stared at one another.
leaning down to you, Cameron allowed his body weight to carefully sink onto you, making sure not to unintentionally hurt you in the process. as he did so, the cold steel of his necklaces pressed against you and a gentle shiver went down your spine, which he seemingly noticed because he smirked a little.
Cameron looked at you for a moment, really taking in your facial features, before he leaned down and kissed you passionately, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. his mouth worked in tandem with yours and you melted against his lips as Cameronâs hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them up to his waist, one of his hands sliding between the two of you to grab his dick and place the tip at your entrance.
Cameron slid into you slowly, not wanting to potentially overstimulate you since you had just came, and you gasped softly as your jaw went slack and you unintentionally broke the kiss, your eyes widening a bit at the feeling of being stretched again. both of the brothers were insanely blessed in dick size and looks, but there was something about missionary that had you feeling Cameron deeper than what he actually was.
âC-Camââ
âshhh, i got you, baby,â Cameron whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, as he kept pushing forward until he bottomed out and you whimpered softly, a exhale falling from your lips at being stuffed to the brim again, âyou takinâ it so good, mama, just relax for me, aâight?â
Cameronâs words coaxed your walls unclench around him, allowing him to maneuver better inside of you before he started thrusting. he rolled his hips slowly and deliberately, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread open as his colored eyes remained on your face. a soft whimper fell from your lips and your hands held onto his back as a small furrow formed between your eyebrows, a soft needy whine falling from your lips.
âm-more⊠please, Cam, i need it.â you pleaded softly, desperation creeping up your spine, as Cameron hummed softly and slightly nodded his head, pulling your legs higher up and into the pit of his elbows while simultaneously speeding up his strokes.
the change in angle mixed with the change in speed sent a jolt through you and you cried out loudly as your head fell back between your pillows and your eyebrows furrowed deeply, your mouth hanging open and your eyes rolling back while your grip tightened on Cameronâs back. your legs jerked in his grasp before locking up and your nails dragged down Cameronâs back, earning a deep groan from him while he continued digging you out.
leaning down to you, Cameron pressed a soft kiss against your jawline before burying his face in your neck, leaving wet and open-mouthed kisses against your melanated skin as he fucked into you like a madman. your legs started trembling again, except this was the most intense it had been the entire night, and a loud yelp fell from your lips as Cameronâs tip jabbed into your g-spot, which ultimately yanked another orgasm from you.
you didnât even have time to process this one before it came. your toes curled and your entire body jerked as you shouted out at the top of your lungs and came harder than you had the entire night, your orgasm knocking the energy out of your being and the breath from your lungs. a loud whimper followed your shout and you clung to Cameron tighter than before as your climax ran its course, your eyes tightly squeezed shut while your head slipped deeper between your pillows.
âfuuuuuckâ nnnnnghâ shitshitshit!â your words came out jumbled and high-pitched as you let out ragged pants, exhaustion and intense pleasure clashing together inside you and ultimately sending you closer to overstimulation.
âbreathe for me, pretty, câmon,â Cameronâs strokes slowed and he gently lowered your legs back onto the bed as he grabbed your face with both hands and gently pulled your head up from between your pillows, making your eyes flutter open, âfocus on your breathinâ, baby.â
you did as he asked, occasionally whimpering through your deep breaths, and Cameron smiled at you as he kissed your forehead, his strokes coming to a slow stop while his thumbs caressed your cheekbones.
âyou did good tonight, baby â for both of us. we so proud of you, mama.â
pairing ââ· college era teddy spencer x plus-size!black reader.
synopsis ââ· youâre not frat boy teddyâs usual type, but thereâs something so special about you and he canât help but want to know more.
song of chapter ââ· ânobody elseâ by summer walker.
word count + warnings ââ· 5.9k || 18+, nsfw content, no minors allowed!! college party, drinking & drug usage, reader is visiting friends, teddy is a little bit of a stalker(he canât stop staring), reader argues with an ex, reader also argues with a partygoer, snappy! reader, playful! teddy, reader has multiple tattoos and piercings, mentions of race and racial identity, foul language, flirting, brief sexual content, protected sex.
âtell me what you see in me, gotta be something different.â
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events at predominantly white colleges were an entirely different breed when it came to the subject of partying.
white people got down as if it were their last and final days on this planet. from hoisting their bodies upside down to drown in enormous gallons of beer, to propelling themselves onto a
nearby objects just for the hell of it, it seemed as if everyone was in a neck to neck competition of who could hurt themselves the worst.
you observed their unruly behavior from the other side of the room, making sure to remain safe while you partied. not to get things confused, thoughâyou still had your fair share of fun for the night. bodies moved like nobodyâs business. almost everyone was drenched in sweat, clouded with the smell of weed and eyes a low haze from one too many canned drinks. you dibbled and dabbled here and there, a blunt and a shot or two, but you were still here and fully aware of your surroundings. coming from your chaotic city, you were always on your pâs and qâs just in case some shit popped off. youâd been to one too many events that ended prematurely due to shootings.
ây/n hold this for me real quick,â your hands stumble as your friend tosses her purse and keys to you, now rushing to tie her hair up after itâs been sweated out from the humidity of this house. âi look fucking crazy with my leave out all over the place. my shit is not blended at all.â
you chuckle as she brushes the strands down with the tips of her fingers, gathering the weave into a tight grip to pull it all into a bun. âyeah, it is hot as shit, ainât it?â
âhot as hell and these niggas donât believe in deodorant with aluminum, i see.â
your best friend and business partner mariah tooted her nose into a frown at the same moment a partygoer passed her by, trailing an unpleasant scent behind them.
âyou know him?â mariah leans closer to you, whispering in your ear to keep discretion, but to also help you hear her over the blaring music. the shift in conversation throws you off just a bit, squinting in confusion after sheâs spoken.
you turn in the direction of mariahâs gaze, making sure you donât stare said person in the face, when in the very moment you scout who youâre looking for, both of your eyes connect. the pit in your stomach drops, forcing you to turn your attention elsewhere.
âhe staring hard as fuck, girl.â
you snort. âmariah, shut up. he might be drunk or some shit, who knows.â
ânah, that boy want you,â she nudges your soft side in attempt to make you loosen up. âyou should go talk to him.â
âgirl, no. stop playinâ.â
you didnât know who he wasâhell, you didnât know who anyone was besides your best friend that showed you around the massive campus grounds. sheâd gotten an invitation from one of her clients and decided to drag you along to this party. youâd both came from the windy city of chicago and had your fair share of house parties and kickbacks so you two knew when a function was truly lit.
âiâm not focused on anyone else right now, i got too much shit going on as is.â
âgurlllaaaa,â the flair in her words drag for way too long, making you laugh as she rolls her eyes and neck at damn near the same time. âfuck that nigga back home, kari, little ass ainât on a crumb.â
âiâm trying to ignore him, but heâs been blowing my phone up all fucking night.â
ây/n, put your shit on d.n.d and ignore that nigga, heâll be alright.â
âhere he goes againââ itâs like you and mariah conjure him upâyour phone begins to vibrate in the left palm of your hand. you want to ignore it and silence your phone off for the night, but you had to get one thing off your chest before doing so.
âbitch, donât tell me youâre answering the phone for that nigga!â
âiâll be quick, girl, hold on.â
you press a finger to your opposite ear while briskly looking for a corner to stand in. shimmying your way through waves of drunken college kids, you could feel the lingering stare of a stranger from across the room, but your focus was on getting this nigga together.
âwhere the fuck are you at, y/n?â
âit ainât your business kari, stop textinâ my phone talking shit with your annoying ass.â
âg, stop fucking playing with me foreal. where the fuck you at? i hear that loud ass music in the back, so i know you at somebody function.â
youâre slightly annoyed as the music is a giveaway to your location. ânigga, it donât matter if i was in fucking south america having a grand ass time, it ainât none of your business. go fuck who ever you wanna fuck and leave me alone, fuck nigga.â
ây/n donât make me pull up to that bitch and act a fuckinâ fool, you betta stop playinâ with me.â
âpull up then, nigga,â you yell into the phone. youâre miles away from home and kari has no clue as to where youâre at. âi wanna see you act a fool, do what you gotta do.â
youâre unaware of it but teddy approaches from behind, unable to only watch you from afar he has to make himself known to you. a gentle tap to your left shoulder and it makes you jump in surprise, a confused scowl on your face. he fucking towers over you while you look up at him then back down at your phone.
âexcuse meâŠâ he tries, but youâre too thrown off to fully speak to him, instead raising a single finger to tell him to wait one second.
âaye, who the fuck is that in the background, y/n?â
you groan inwardly, annoyed that he heard your surroundings so clearly. âbye, g.â
âyou gonâ make me tweak out in this bitch, i swear to god, y/n. imma come air that mothafucka out.â
âwhat the fuck ever, kari, stop calling me.â
you end the facetime call in frustration, switching the ringer to silent before putting your phone away. your focus diverts to the very guy who interrupted your phone call, truly confused as to what could be so important for him to say.
âcan i help you?â
âum,â he sighs and chuckles, running a hand over the back of his head, unable to express himself fully now that he has your undivided attention. âiâm theodore, but my friends all call me teddy. i was just wonderingââ
âteddy?â you interrupt him. âteddy, you do know that itâs extremely rude to interrupt someone while theyâre on the phone, donât you?â
teddy doesnât know what he expected you to say, but it certainly wasnât that. biting down on his lip, teddy has to look away to make sure no one else can hear the reprimands you give him.âyeahâyeah, i wasnât trying to interrupt your call, i just thought iâd make myself known to you, being this is my frat home and all.â
âyou wanna kick me out?â
itâs teddyâs turn to be shocked, eyes widening before he tries to defend himself. âwhatâwhat are you talking about?â
âyouâre coming up to me like you run this campus and you have the ability to kick me out if i donât speak to you, right? so tell me, do you want to kick me out, teddy?â
the way you say his name is nothing nice, naturally seductive eyes lowering when you glare at him, arms crossed over your chest as you take small mindless steps backwards.
âitâs not like that, i swear. iâm not that kind of guy, i promise.â
it didnât matter what kind of guy teddy was, you were already irritated and whatever game he was trying to spit and it did not lighten your mood in any way. you continue to walk backwards, ignoring whatever else he was going to say. youâre too focused on getting away that you donât notice the presence of someone standing behind you, but the ice-cold feel of alcohol sliding down your back gives you the signal.
âwhat the fuck?! you knocked over my fucking drink,â the screech of a bratty college girl pisses you off more than the pungent party punch currently sticking to your skin.
âmy bad, my bad, i didnât mean to do that. the shit is all over my clothes, if it makes you feel better.â
teddy steps in. âdamn, are you good?â
âmy shirt is ruined, but iâll be okay,â this was the same man you were snapping on just a few seconds ago. he now stood before you like he wanted to step completely in the middle of this situation.
âmaybe you should watch where the fuck youâre going,â she snaps, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. she holds a purple galaxy vape pen in her hand. itâs tucked right between her phone and the empty solo cup. you also notice a little white substance on the end of her nose. fucking coke head.
âdamn, i said i was sorry. what else do you want from me?â
âi want you to move out my fucking way, you dumb bitch.â
âdumb bitch?â you repeat, eyes lowered. âhoe, watch your fucking mouth before pop you dead in that motherfucker!â
you feel someone pull on your hand and you arenât sure who it is as youâre too occupied with clearing this goofy bitch, but you look around to see itâs teddy and heâs guiding you out of the crowded space.
âcome on, y/n. come with me.â
ânah, iâm finna show this bitch how dumb i can really get! you fucking junkie, go hit another line before you try to step to me, ditsy hoe. you got the wrong one on the right fucking night!â
you wonder where your homegirl had gone as teddy takes complete control of the situation, now becoming a friend of yours as he pushes you into a much quieter room. his hands are on your shoulders as he guides you, flicking on a nearby light as he closes the room door.
âthat dumbass broad got some fucking nerve. she trynna come at me fucking crazy when i apologized. i couldâve told that hoe to kiss my fucking ass.â
youâre still ranting as teddy listens in silence. heâs searching through a nearby closet until he finds an oversized school shirt. âyouâre good, y/n, donât trip. sheâs just high as shit.â
you hadnât even realized that teddy was offering you new clothes and a place to calm down until he stands right beside you. itâs with the overhead lighting of the room that you truly see how cute he is. comfortably yet sexily dressed in a cut off holister muscle tee, teddyâs sculpted biceps are on full displayâno need to flex or pose for you to notice the work he put in at the gym. the pair of dark blue basketball shorts hung dangerously low around his hips, beautiful carving of his v-line and tommy hilfiger underwear peek through just enough for you to see.
âmm,â you mumble to yourself while scanning him up and down. you had to look away after youâd been staring for much too long. because you start to notice the distinct features he had, like the small mark beside his lip as he goes to speak, and thatâs let you know enough was enough.
âhere, this is for you. change whenever youâre ready.â
you hold the shirt in your hand and look at the space around you. âwhoâs room is this?â
the room is pretty bare. thereâs a basic wooden bed, dresser and a closet full of the universityâs merchandise. it didnât look lived in.
âitâs mine. i donât really be out here like that, i usually crash at my parent's place back in town.â
âyeah, okay. your family stays nearby?â
âjust a few miles up the road,â he chuckles. âhereâget changed, iâll grab you something to drink, be right back.â
in seconds, teddy leaves the room. it gives you a chance to peel away the soaked shirt youâre wearing and unfold the new shirt teddy has given you. you slip it over your head and allow the end of the shirt to stop at the middle of your thighs. you remove the shoes you wore and took a seat on the made bed. thereâs a knock on the door before teddy takes a small peak inside.
âare you good? you dressed?â
âyeah, you can come in.â
teddy emerges in the room with a few items in his hands. you watch as he sets two bottles of cold water and cold white claws on the dresser. white people fucking loved trulyâs and white claws. you were more of a buzzball or cut water kind of girl, but this would do for tonight.
âi just grabbed some shit from the cooler, you donât have to drink if you donât want to.â
you hum to yourself as you think. you could use a little relief. âiâll take one.â
wordlessly, teddy hands you a drink, quickly cracking open the can for you as your acrylic nails could prevent you from doing so. you take a sip from the cold can, quietly checking the notifications on your phone just in case someone needed you. nothing new appears, just the same old messages of kari going back and forth with himself.
âwho were you arguing with earlier?â
your head lifts, almost forgetting teddy was standing there, as heâd been so silent. unbeknownst to you, theodore stood against the wooden dresser and watched every little thing you did, like the dimple that formed in your cheek when you frowned from the messages in your phone. someone had ruined your night and he needed to know how and why.
teddy thought you were fucking sexy. thereâs a dab of sweat across your forehead and some above your upper lip as he peers down at you. you lick your lips anxiously and sit up in your spot on the bed, fanning yourself off with your hand. you power the device off and shove it into your jean pocket.
âwhy are you being nosy?â
âi gotta see who got by booâs attention, right?â
you roll your eyes and shake your head. you werenât here for that. the last thing you needed was to be involved with a nigga miles away from home. especially a nigga in a fraternity who could have any girl dropping their panties with just the snap of his fingers. but teddyâs persistent. he wasnât letting you go that easy, especially after he spotted you out in the busy crowd.
âwhere you from? i donât think iâve ever seen you out here before.â
âyou keep track of everybody thatâs new on campus?â you squint while questioning him.
âyou are fine as fuck and i ainât no shit like that on campus in a long time,â he pulls back to laugh and you canât help the smirk crawling up your face.
âiâm from chicago.â
and teddy makes a face, something you couldnât point your finger on, but you knew what he was trying to say.
âit ainât that bad, donât talk about my city.â
âhey, i didnât say anything,â he laughs again, hands in the air as he defends himself. âi just heard people have to wear a bulletproof vest before they head to the store out there.â
and it makes you laugh. âman, whatever. yall get reckless too. i heard yall got mystery murderers out here and shit.â
âcanât deny that,â he shrugs, chuckling at the tall tale that floated throughout this town. people were so dramatic. âbut iâm not scared of a little chiraq. iâll drive a military tank through that motherfucker just to see you.â
you hate how much youâve been blushing, shyly turning your head away as you giggle some more. teddy was smooth with his words. those sea colored eyes never breaking hold as he spoke to you.
âyou planning on going to school out here?â
ânot at the moment, no. iâm just visiting with a friend.â
âdamn shame,â he sighs. âiâd love to be the one to walk you to your classes everyday.â
you hum. now he was really putting on. âmhm.â
âi mean, you were already wearing the school colors and shit, you might as well get with the winning team.â
teddy points out the red shirt you wore before the accident. the back was tied into a knot and it showed a bit of your chubby stomach. you wore a curve hugging blue jean skirt and some cute chunky vans as well. you wouldâve worn your white air force ones but didnât want to risk them getting dirty. you did a slight beat of makeup and immediately regretted it after being in this hot ass house, but a few tissue dabs every so often and you were all good.
âput my number in your phone.â
âah,â you chuckle, sardonically. âmy phone ainât even on right now. i havenât paid the bill in weeks.â
âman, stop playing with me. take my number, girl,â he laughs and you join, reaching in your back pocket to grab your phone and unlock it before handing it to him.
âteddy,â you laugh, shaking your head as he hands your phone back. the contact name in your phone saved as baby daddyđȘđŸâ€ïž âboyyyy, bye.â
âwhat? what did i do?â
âyou are not my fucking baby daddy. i ainât got no kids.â
âyou better not change my name, y/n, i ainât playing.â
âiâm finna save you under teddy, the name your mother gave you. i donât know what you thought.â
you threaten, but ultimately put your phone away again, completely powering it down this time and teddy has to chew at his lip just to keep from smiling.
opening the other can, teddy takes a quick swig from it. âi drink beer with my buds all the time, but these are fuckinâ light years ahead of those shits.â
âyouâre such a lightweight,â you snort, taking a sip from the lime margarita flavored tequila. âmy girls back home be drinking cutwaters like gatorades.â
âthey sound like some damn alcoholics,â teddy jokes and it makes your nose burn from how hard you laugh. heâs not entirely wrong. it made teddy smile from seeing you do the same. he hadnât know you for longer than thirty minutes, but teddy took an instant liking to you.
you take note of how much quieter things are now that you and teddy are away from the chaotic party. the thumping music is muffled on the other side of the door while you two enjoy each others company.
âi have a question,â you speak up. âwell, i actually have a few questions, if you donât mind me asking.â
teddy leans against the dresser, allowing you space to question him. âshoot.â
âi just have to know and i hope this isnât offensive, but are you mixed by any chance? i just see something in you and you donât look fully white to me.â
itâs teddyâs turn to laugh at what you say. âyeah, yeah, i am. my mom is black, my father is white.â
âthat wasnât rude, was it, teddy? i donât mean to offend you.â you chew down on your mac glossed lip, unsure of how your question mightâve sounded.
ânah, youâre good, youâre good, i swear. youâre actually one of the few people here who asks me shit like that, i guess most of them assume iâm just white.â
you didnât see it. there was some true niggatry at play with him. you knew kinfolk when you saw them. the smoothness of his light-brown hair may have fooled others, but you knew what was up.
âa sista always knows the truth,â you cackle, raising a fist in the air and teddy joins reluctantly, secretly enjoying the sense of humor you two share.
âyouâre funny,â sipping from his can, teddy allows the alcoholic beverage to settle before he starts to talk. âwhat was the other question you wanted to ask.â
âummm,â you hum, staring up at the ceiling while you think, silver septum piercing scrunching when you make a cute face. âoh! i wanted to ask what made you want to talk to me? out of all the pretty girls walking around this school, you come up to little oleâ me and want to form a conversation? i donât believe it and iâm sure iâm not even your type.â
youâve fully gained teddyâs interest now. so blunt and bold as you speak how you truly feel to him, something thatâs rare to him in this day and age. everything was so surface level and superficial, but you were the real thing. he crosses through the room, standing closer to you than before as he goes to speak.
âtell me; what do you think my usual type is?â
âoh, boy,â you giggle. ânon-black women, if iâm being honest. women who are smaller than me and lessâŠflashy. tell me that iâm wrong.â
he huffs. âyeah, youâre not wrong.â
you were completely opposite to the previous girls heâd datedâcurves fuller and more robust in most places, with a brash attitude to go right along with it. you werenât afraid to speak your mind, thoughts of you cursing out one of danicaâs friends moments ago made him chuckle. your appearance is nothing like any one on campusâblingy necklaces and stacked gold bangles adorned your neck and wrists, winning in the competition of dainty jewelry girls in this town usually wore. multiple piercings through your ear lobes and across the beautiful features on your face.
he knew the kind of girls his family expected him to bring home and you didnât fit any of the criteria, but teddy liked you and he wanted to see this thing through. even if it wasnât the best idea, he had to try to see.
âso what makes frat boy teddy want to take a different route tonight?â
he doesnât give it too much thought, simply speaking his mind as he says, âi want to get to know you, thatâs all. i like what i see, and i think youâre fucking beautiful. iâm not on any creep shit and i donât want to make you uncomfortable in any way.â
âiâm not uncomfortable.â
âyeah?â he has to make sure. âi donât want you thinking that i see you as a conquest or something.â
âlet me guess, iâm the first black girl youâve had sex with?â
teddy was thinking more like girlfriend, but whatever choice of words you wanted to use was fine by him.
âiâve been with all kinds of girls, y/n.â
âmmm.â
ânone of them were as gorgeous as you, though.â
for a frat boy, teddy was shockingly charismatic.
you hated it.
âwell, thank you,â you smile, failing at hiding how giddy you were. you pat the empty space beside you, silently requesting for teddy to join you on the bed. âsit with me.â
teddy follows your direction, large frame pushing down the firm mattress as he takes a seat. the smell of his dried down sweat and aromatic cologne spritzed all over his skin. you can tell by his scent that teddy came from a family of wealth. he didnât smell anything like store brand axe body spray or something similar.
âoh, donât tell me youâre shy around me.â
you tease him and youâre giggling behind your white claw can as teddy smacks his lips. âiâm not fucking shy, justâjust trying to get adjusted on this little ass bed.â
youâre giggling more and more, watching as teddy scoots around and youâre unsure if itâs the alcohol getting to you or what.
âdonât laugh at me, y/n.â
âokay, i wonât, i wonât,â but you canât help yourself, snorting abruptly after trying to stop.
âyou said you werenât gonna laugh,â his voice is low as he watches over you, hands to his side, but they tingle like crazy at the thought of touching you.
âiâm sorry,â you pout, acrylic french tip nails reaching up to hold the side of his cheek. âitâs cute, babe, really cute.â
the feel of your hands on his face has teddyâs eyes falling close. heâs content, but he still has time to tease you. âthatâs why your shirt big as hell.â
you smack his chest. âyouâre the one who got me this manly ass t-shirt.â
âmy bad, my bad,â he apologizes while laughing. âhere. let me tie it up like you had your other shirt. turn around.â
you oblige, shifting on the bed, so your back now faces teddy. you feel him pull you closer before his fingers fiddle with the end of your shirt, bringing the long tee up to the end of your stomach.
âyouâre so pretty, baby.â
the abrupt comment makes your heart flutter in your chest. teddy sounded so sincere and sure, that it took your breath away, not entirely knowing where this energy came from, but not minding it in the slightest bit. âyouâre sweet, teddy.â
âyeah,â he hums, fingers tracing lines over the intricate tattoos you etched over your skin. darkened shades of lilyâs cascaded over your shoulder, with an array of various red inked work along your arms and hands. âbeautiful tattoos, a pretty face, fuckinâ smooth and soft skin.â
you bumped into his lower half as he tried to help you with the oversized shirt. you could feel yourself getting fucked up from the canned alcohol. teddyâs presence and words goes directly to your clit and it has you pushing into him more.
âyou can touch me, teddy, put your hands on me.â
you only have to tell teddy once. big hands run over your thick thighs where he rubs down the sides before switching to the front. he takes his time, completely soaking in this moment as heâs wanted you from the second you walked into this party. gently, he moves from your thighs and stomach until his fingers brush against your covered breasts. your eyes flutter at the sensation before his two hands wrap around your neck where he squeezes your throat carefully.
he makes you moan, head falling onto his shoulder while the end of your ass presses into him harder. âteddy.â
teddy canât help but to grunt, âdonât say my name like that, y/n.â
âwhy not?â the answer is in the outline of his hardened dick as it pokes through the shorts he wore, not hiding a single emotion of how he felt. âbabyyy.â
teddy is there to catch your waist, not missing a single beat from your hips. you now sit directly on his lap, grinding around in the spot, you whine your hips slowly, mouth open and head falling forward as your every sensation is heightened. he felt so fucking good and heâd barely touched you.
âand you called me a lightweight.â
teddy is shocked at how quick youâve switched. you knew your limit and this was no where near it. you could down a few cut waters and be okay for the rest of the night.
somethingâs different.
maybe itâs the way teddy took care of youâmaking sure you didnât get into a fight and helped you continue to have a good time tonight. he brought drinks, helped you change and kept you entertained. or itâs simply teddyâs attractiveness that had you wanting him. you didnât care about the bullshit back home or the bullshit from the party earlier. you wanted teddy to bend you over this dresser and fuck you so good, youâd have something to think about during the flight back to chicago.
you hold the side of teddyâs face, guiding his lips to your neck, where he gives you the softest pecks. you hold him by the back of his head and force him to stay there.
âteddy, your mouth feels so good, fuck.â
his nose is smooshed in between your cheek and neck, but teddy doesnât mind one bit. the smell of pink blush perfume and sweet-scented body oil is enough to keep him there.
âyou taste and smell so good, girl.â
teddy grips you by the chin, helping to
direct your lips to his own. your back is still pressed to his front so you have to crane your neck to fully meet his mouth andâŠmy god. you canât help but to moan and whimper as they both of your lips smack together. teddyâs lips are smaller than yours, but they latch on quick, wrapping around your own glossed mouth like he owned you.
itâs slowâpassionate.
both sets of eyes closed as the moment overcomes the two of you. the only thing to stir you back to life is the hot smack sent to your ass. the flesh jiggles as teddy massages the skin and you canât do anything but moan, nodding your head for him to do it again.
âyou like that shit?â
âyes, yes,â you reach to kiss him once more as he slaps your opposite cheek before gripping you tighter, pulling the denim skirt higher so itâs now bunched around your waist.
âwhat you wanna do? youâre not fucked up, are you?â
heâs asking for consent, asking for permission to take you down. teddy was a gentleman before anything else. heâd hate to ruin this good thing you two have going by rushing or fucking up. he needed to know you wanted this like he did.
âiâm good, i feel so good.â
âi can tell,â teddy chuckles as you turn around in his arms, planting kisses along his cheek and thick neck. the smell of his natural aroma and musky cologne made you dizzy.
âyou got a condom?â
âi gotta check,â he pulls away for a second and it makes you whimper from the loss of contact. but teddyâs searching throughout the room, in a hurry to get right back to you. he looks through the dresser drawers to find the pack of condoms he purchased when the semester first started. he hadnât used them yet, so tonight with you would be the first.
âyou bring all your girls here to get their rocks off?â thereâs a tease in your voice as you slip away the shirt teddy gave you, your breasts sit in your lace patterned bra beautifully and it makes teddyâs mouth water.
âfuck no,â he laughs and if teddy wasnât thinking correctly, he wouldâve thought you were jealous. he didnât mind. he liked the thought of you being his only one. âi fucking found them.â
walking back towards you, teddy places a few kisses across your face, as he toys with the gold foil packaging. heâs barely able to pay attention to his previous task, as heâs much more concerned with sucking down on your bottom lip. âyou wanna be my only one? you donât want me fuckinâ with nobody else?â
and yâall are both stupid and tipsy, so you agree. âyeah, this my dick now.â
the blown expression on teddyâs face makes you giggle, leaning onto your toes to suck on his lips. âgonâ head and pull it out, pull out yoâ dick, baby.â
the shorts he wore hung around his thighs and your hands race into his briefs, searching until you grip his stiffened dick. itâs warm and pulsating in your hand, a moan slips past your mouth at the feel.
âitâs big and so, so pretty, daddy.â
that makes the apple in teddyâs throat bob as he swallows. âput the condom on your dick, baby, câmon.â
heâs tired of waiting and you became increasingly impatient as well. you begin to tear into the foil, sliding the rubber protection from itâs packaging, you hold the condom together while gripping the bottom of teddyâs dick. you place the lubricated rubber over his tip, and teddy canât help but to moan at the contact. it made you moan in excitement, rolling the rest of the condom over his shaft until it covers him completely.
âyou donât want my mouth on that pussy?â
teddy asks while watching you slid away the skirt you wore, stepping out of it completely. as much as you appreciated the offer, your focus was on one thing right now.
ânot now, not tonight. just want you in me.â
not now and not tonight, let teddy know there was a chance he could see you again and the simple thought had him smacking your ass once more.
âfuck, girl, câmon put your dick in that pussy. take control and do that shit.â
âoh, shit,â you whine, pulling your panties away with a single index finger. your knuckle nudges the opening and youâre fucking soaked, panties only able to contain the puddle for so long. teddy takes note as well.
âyouâre fucking drenched, what you been doing?â
the sound you release is a mix of a moan and giggle, as youâre turned on and confused as to how horny youâve got. âbeen waiting on you, baby.â
âlet me not make you wait no more then.â
you hold onto the base of teddyâs dick, arm reaching as far back as it can, while teddy lets you take control. his arms hang limply, mouth dropped open as he watches your every move. you align him with your slit, the tip of his dick barely enters before youâre moaning out and pulling him away.
âoof, fuck, fuck.â
âslow that shit down,â teddy warns. âtake your fucking time.â
âiâm trying, iâm trying.â
and you try again, taking teddyâs advice as you guide his dick back into your pussy. the tip of his dick burns as you begin to encase him, backing up as close as possible. you have to shake your head to get yourself together fully, body shivering once heâs finally inside.
âdamn, baby.â
teddy groans out, head falling backwards before he lifts it to get the total view. youâre warm. youâre warm and wet and you trap teddy tightly between your walls. a hefty ass rests against his strong thighs while you try to get adjusted. you pushed him in and didnât realize youâd bitten off more than you could chew. the alcohol from the white claw made you feel invincible, but the position youâre in lets you know thatâs untrue.
âyou want me to move orââ
âno, no, i got it. iâm finna move.â
teddy allows you to take control. he waits a few seconds more, planting kisses on your neck and shoulders for encouragement, before youâre finally able to move. you place both hands onto the dresser and lean forward, beginning to swirl your hips in a circular pattern. the warmth in your stomach expands as you feel teddyâs dick pulse inside of you.
âoh, my goodness,â you gasp. âyouâre so deep, teddy, youâre so deep, baby.â
to teddy, it sounded like youâre chickening out. âyou wanna stop? you donât want it, baby?â
your reply is breathless but quick. âno, no, i want it, i want you.â
itâs a helpful smack to your ass. âthen câmon. i thought this was your dick, mama. you donât want nobody else on your shit, do you?â
and you actually respond, eyes watering and throat closing. you can only whimper and shake your head, hips rocking forwards and then backwards. you take a moment before repeating the motion more and teddy gifts you the praise you need.
âthere you fucking go, there you go.â
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pairing ââ· theodore spencer x black! plus-size reader.
synopsis ââ· the morning time may be the only quiet time you and theodore have together.
song of chapter ââ· âdonkâ by beyonce.
word count + warnings ââ· 2.1k || nsfw content, 18+ content, no minors allowed!! morning sex, established couple, married life, you guys have children, foul language, pet names(lily, baby, babygirl) morning wood, sideways sex, choking with thick biceps (yipeee!)
âbodyâs insane, how could you complain?â
á„«áĄ
youâre disoriented when you begin to awaken, soft lashes blinking slowly as you silently come to. the blackout curtains you made sure to keep drawn each night, didnât do the best job as the slightest peak of light shines itâs way into you and theodoreâs quiet bedroom. misty clouds cascade over the morning sky, tiny drops of morning dew are sprinkled throughout the spencerâs trimmed lawn and across the window panes of each room.
both you and theodore had fallen asleep a few hours ago, an 80âs classic movie marathon being the very reason you two were snoring comfortably in the california king mattress. teddy laid behind you as the big spoon, while you curled in his embrace as the little one. your face rested on his outstretched arm as he fell asleep before you. you soon feel asleep afterward, completely unaware of your husband waking up until you felt him.
or it, more specifically.
you flinch from where you layâa shiver up your spine, as a moan peaks in the back of your throat. you lived for these small moments. just you and he in the embrace of the other, while the rest of the world were non factors.
he made you feel like that same silly high school girl who dropped all of her textbooks on the floor during her walk to biology class, watching nervously as the cutest boy in school got on to his knees to help pick up her items. itâd been years agoâthe both of you grown and accomplished so much in that amount of time, yet the one thing that remained was the everlasting love you two shared.
the sound of a low whisper and the pass of warm air across your face makes your eyes widen. âdonât you dare move.â
âohâŠâ you purr in surprise, the rough timbre of his half asleep voice startling you some. âis this how you want to greet your wife on this early morning?â
you nudge back barely an inch, but itâs just enough to make teddy groan out into the side of your neck. âwith a hard on pressed into the middle of her ass? yes, i absolutely do.â
youâre laughing once more, with a soft exhalation, you pull the back of theodoreâs head closer, stretching your neck out, you allow space for his kisses to deepen.
âyou sound so pretty, lily, sound so good trying to keep your voice quiet.â
and theodore picks up on every little thing that you do because you were indeed trying to suppress your moans while he peppered you in fervent kisses. in a bedroom just a few feet down the hallway rested your two beautiful preteen children, nyle and lyla. the fraternal twin siblings were born nine years ago on a hot summer in may. your children were the greatest creations you could ever dream of having. both extremely witty and kindhearted, neither child held a single mean bone in their little bodies. being a mother felt like one of your biggest contributions to this world, able to see the purest parts of you and theodore implemented in both of your children.
you loved your babies dearly, but you knew that if they heard you awake in here, any serene moment spent with your husband would quickly be out the window.
so you remain quiet.
you and theodore hadnât gotten much alone time in these passing weeks, both too busy with work and familial responsibilities, the very last thing you two thought of was having sex. before the twins and this quiescent suburban neighborhood came into play, you and theodore were able to fuck whenever and wherever you felt comfortable.
things were extremely diverse now, but your husband made it his duty to keep you satisfied.
happy wife, happy life was truly his everyday motto.
you wanted the woodwork on the backyards patio refurbished? completed!
you wanted to send the children to one of the most prestigious private schools in the state? finished!
you wanted him to slide his dick into you and keep your moans discreet while he fucked you from the side? done and done!
there was nothing your husband wasnât willing to do just for you.
âi had a dream, baby.â
theodoreâs voice vibrates across your soft skin, the ticklish feel of his unshaven bread brushing against you makes your eyes fall shut and your mouth pull open.
âyeah?â you sigh, arching your back into his chest, hand gently massaging your breast as theodoreâs much larger hand rubs at your clit through the front of your panties. âwhat was it about?â
âyou,â he states plainly, âitâs always you, baby, you know this.â
you believe that your husband may have been putting on, but youâre unable to hide the joy you felt from his statement. âmhmm, i bet it was.â
now theodoreâs the one whoâs smiling, nibbling down on your shoulder blade before kissing it ever so slightly. âcâmon, now baby, you know itâs the reason iâm poking at you like this, donât play coy.â
your husband is a trip and you canât help but to laugh at every silly little thing he says.
âyeah, well, why donât you put that thing to some good use, huh?â
âyou want me to put it to good useâwant me to put it to good use, baby? you want this dick inside you, babygirl?â
theodore is being his playful self while wrapping you tighter in his embrace, a toned and robust bicep almost hugging the front of your throat as he pulls you closer. his opposite hand reaches to throw back the ruffled creme duvet from the both of you, exposing your partially covered bodies, he adjusts himself further so that he can easily slide into your awaiting pussy.
tugging your panties down the sides of your long legs, theodore allows them to stop right at the middle of your thighs before pulling his piece through the hole of his gray boxer briefs, holding on to the base, your husband taps his thick dick along the slit of your pussy. the steady smacking sound of your dewy entrance and his hard dick, makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.
the fresh smell of toasted decaf shouldâve been the first thing that awakened you this morning, instead itâs the heated sensation of teddyâs thick, leaking tip as he smudges it against your slippery opening in a quick back and forth motion.
theodore would surely make you a nice mug of coffee right after this. you didnât have to worry too much about it.
âooh, shittt, fuâfuuuck, baby,â teddy groans in satisfaction as a high-pitched gasp escapes the end of your lips. reaching around, theodore grabs hold of your ankle and props your leg open so he can reach a better angle within you, the sole of your foot now resting on top of his strong thigh.
moving lower, your husband snatches away the oversized band graphic tee shirt that you were wearing. revealing your full breasts to him, teddy licks a stripe along the pad of his thumb, slowly rubbing the lubricated digit onto your stiffened nipple. it brings out a drawn hiss from you, small hand reaching up to hold his face closer to your own. the moment is more intimate than any time you and theodore have spent in the passing weeks.
here lies your husband, a profound furrow in those thick smooth, eyebrows of his. aquatic colored orbs boring into your own as he holds the front of your forehead to his. the lower half of his white t-shirt pulled up just enough for the v-line in his abdomen to show, soft light brown pubic hairs trailing along his warm skin while he grinds into you.
itâs tranquil, peaceful.
the house is mostly silent. you can hear the faint distant sound of your childrenâs television that theyâd left on all night, combined with the calming humming tune of a baby bird outside the window. itâs a beautiful mix that you hope you hear for the rest of your life.
you stare up at theodore with the same wonderment youâd felt for years now, always so enamored by him and the strength he held, literally and figuratively. your husband nods his head slowly, almost as if he were answering whatever questions you had in complete silence, already knowing what that deep frown etched on your lips and the fluttering of your eyelashes meant.
âthâtheoââ you whine and begin to tremble, the ends of your nails scratch at the nape of his wide neck, tugging on the strands of his curls, while teddy only hums.
âi know, baby, i fucking know,â he coos, placing the gentlest peck to your lips, just enough to get you out of this hot headed daze. âwhatâchu thinking about? hmm?â
âtheoââ you can only repeat your previous statement, releasing a shaky exhale as youâre bewildered by his words. he knows your limitations, knows you canât speak much right now and he certainly knows how difficult this is for you. âyouâreâyouâre, baby, iâm about to cummm.â
âwhy you waiting, baby? get what you need, iâm rightâiâm right fucking here, lily, câmon.â
and that little break in his voiceâthe one that falters in the back of his throat as he speaks to you, lets you know that theodore is just as close as you are. the pace of your husband's once fluid hips switch into a much different territory. digging his hips into you further, his lower half makes contact with your ass in the process, teddy wants you as close as possible. you note the shaking of his toned thighs as his dick warms inside of you, the grip he held around the front of your throat begins to tighten just as his own eyes shut close and tries to find it. needing a second to gather himself as he feels an orgasm forming in the pit of his stomach.
itâs a different story for you.
it didnât take much, if not anything at all for you to cum like a maddened woman.
he finds your spot immediately, the tip of his reddened dick brushing along the beginning of your cervix, fucking into you so good it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. you attempt to moan, but struggle to do so as teddyâs bicep restricts your airway. his muscular arm keeps you trapped in place, while his dick slides into you without pause. youâd been choked by him before, but something about him controlling your breathing with those buff arms of his makes you clench around his shaft with every stroke he gave.
you go silent for a moment, allowing the sloppy sounds of your noisy pussy to ruminate through the room. youâre stuck in the position, face contorted into an open-mouthed expression of pleasure.
âoh, oh, oh,â you blabber out, absentmindedly, wide eyeing theodore as heâs the cause of this moment. âiâm cumâcumming, baby, iâm fucking cumming all over you.â
it sounds like youâre crying, folding in your lips to contain the gut-wrenching moans that beg to be freed, a small puddle forming underneath your spot in the bed while teddy continues to buck into you, entirely ignoring the fact that youâll have to wash these sheets later today.
âyou fuckingâyou fucking got it, girl,â he heaves. âiâmâiâm cumming baby, iâm cumming with you, holy fuck.â
youâd come apart in a matter of seconds, dragging your ridiculously horny husband right along with you as he groaned into the front of your head, continuing to push his hips forward until heâd been totally drained inside of you. a guttural growl remains muffled inside the silk bonnet you wore, hips stuttering brokenly as his spills ropes of hot semen into you, not pausing for even a second as he ensures heâs completely finished.
the two of you lay in the bed, allowing the room and your breathing to settle before both of you break into a small fit of laughter.
âmorning dew and morning wood, huh?â
âoh, shut up,â you hide your face as he makes you laugh once more. youâre just a little dazed as your vision attempts to clear, but thereâs a restriction around your neck as teddy grips you tighter in his hold.
ânot yet, baby,â a kiss is placed to the side of your face. âletâs wait a while, yeah? lay here a bit longer, okay?â
theodoreâs warm dick is still tucked snuggly between your walls and you canât help but to instinctually clench around him. you knew your children would be awakening in a while and both you and theodore would be forced to face the busy world of parenthood. you pushed that thought away for now because this sacred moment was made only for you and theodore to share.
âokay, teddy.â
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you hadnât opened your eyes to check the time, but you could tell it had to be early in the morning because of by how quiet and still your home was. you remained motionless yet awake, not wanting to move too much so you wouldnât accidentally wake Michael since he was spooning you â but once you felt his nose gently press against the middle of your back and his lips leave a featherlight kiss there, you knew he wasnât sleep like you assumed.
âMichaelâŠâ you called out quietly, a small smile slowly pulling at the corners of your mouth, as you felt Michaelâs arm underneath you slightly tighten around your waist and he pulled you back against him, holding you close while your body molded perfectly against his like a puzzle piece.
âmhm?â Michael hummed lowly, his large hand splaying across your stomach, as he pressed soft kisses against your shoulder blade and his lips slowly inched up to your actual shoulder, leaving lingering kisses there while your back rested against his chest.
âwhat you doinâ, baby?â you asked teasingly, your eyes fluttering open, as you felt Michaelâs lips slightly curl up into a small grin against your melanated skin while his kisses moved towards the curve of your neck, his mouth continuing to slowly travel along your frame like he had all the time in the world.
âis kissinâ my wife a crime now?â Michael murmured against your neck, his dominant hand moving to rest against your hip, as he kissed up to the spot underneath your ear and pulled back slightly, admiring the trail of wet kisses he left behind before leaning towards your ear again, ââcause it seems like youâre enjoyinâ it, mama.â
ânever said i wasnât,â you murmured back, turning your head, as you looked back at Michael and he pulled back just enough to look at you, a small smile crossing your face at the sight of him while you reached back to gently smooth down his messy short hair, âbut you are awfully touchy this morninâ⊠makes me think you want somethinâ.â
Michael looked at you silently for a moment before a small cheeky grin spread across his face and he leaned closer to you, pressing soft kisses along your cheek and jawline, âyou know me well, donât you?â
the question was rhetorical and you knew it, but that didnât stop a soft laugh from leaving your vocals as you leaned further into Michaelâs embrace and your eyes closed, relishing in the tenderness of his kisses while your hand in his hair moved to rest against his nape.
âso⊠what dâyou want, Michael?â you whispered teasingly, a small smirk crossing your face, as Michael hummed softly against your cheek and his hand on your hip slowly moved down to your upper thigh, gently squeezing it before his hand slid lower and grabbed ahold of the back of your knee.
âwell, i could show you better than i could tell you, darlinâ.â Michael whispered back as he lifted your leg and hooked it over his elbow, spreading your legs open and lifting your silk nightgown in the process.
you didnât sleep with underwear on, so the moment Michael spread your legs open, he had completely exposed your now slick center, despite the fact that your bodies were covered by your sheets.
your eyes almost immediately flew open at the action and a soft gasp left your mouth before you could stop it, earning a quiet chuckle from your husband, as Michael pushed his hips flush against yours and watched you closely, his dark eyes scanning your face for any minuscule change in your expression.
âyou feel that, pretty?â Michael taunted softly, his lips remaining pressed against the soft skin of your cheek, as he rolled his hips forward once and ground his erection against your ass, coaxing a soft whimper from you, âfeel what you do to me?â
âpleaseâŠâ you begged in a quiet whine, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as you pushed back against his bulge and rubbed up against it, causing him to let out a soft groan in response, âplease, baby, i want it.â
âthen take me out and put me inside, sweet girl.â those dirty words coming from such a soft voice made your body shudder in a way youâve never experienced before, a soft shaky exhale leaving your lips at the intense desire that was starting to engulf you.
you took your hand off of the back of his neck and used it to reach between your bodies as you tilted your hips forward to give your hand room to maneuver and you gripped the waistband of Michaelâs pajama pants, tugging them and his boxers down just enough to free his dick.
wrapping your fingers around his length, you felt the veins of his throb almost instinctively from your touch and you gently bit down on your bottom lip as you placed his tip at your entrance and slowly rolled your hips back into their original place to push him inside while Michael simultaneously pushed his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt, moans falling from both of your mouths in unison once your ass was flush against his pelvis.
âmmh, youâre so wet already⊠barely did anythinâ to ya and youâre soakinâ me, baby.â Michael moaned softly, a soft rugged pant falling from his lips, as he removed his arm from the back of your knee and gripped your thigh instead, lifting your leg higher and spreading them even wider to push deeper inside of you.
because of the change in depth, a loud gasp ripped through you and echoed off of your bedroom walls, but before another sound could leave your mouth, his hand that was previously on your stomach gently yet quickly placed itself against your parted lips, muffling the moan that followed your gasp.
âshhh, pretty girl, you canât be too loud⊠unless you want our little ones to wake up and disturb us,â Michael whispered in your ear, a teasing undertone to his voice, as he slowly pulled his hips back before snapping them forward with more force than before, earning a broken whimper from you while one of your hands gripped his arm and the other held onto the sheets, âyou donât want that, do ya, darlinâ?â
you immediately shook your head, your pussy fluttering around him at the thought of having to end your morning session before you even got to cum, and your eyes rolled back from his deep and steady strokes as your head lolled back into his broad shoulder and your eyebrows furrowed, a needy and pleasure-filled whine falling from your lips.
âi know, mama, i know. just gottaâ be quiet fâme while i touch you⊠let me make you feel good, angel.â Michaelâs hand left your mouth and travelled down your body until his fingertips met the hem of your nightgown, and he slid his hand underneath it as his warm palm explored your soft melanated skin and inched higher to your breasts, his fingers beginning to softly twist and pull at your hardened nipples and add to your intensifying pleasure.
for someone who wanted you to be quiet, he was definitely not making it easy.
your jaw went slack and your mouth hung open as soft, shaky, and heavy pants left your mouth in an attempt to suppress your moans, your eyes fluttering closed at the double stimulation while tingles spread throughout your body. noticing this, Michael grinned teasingly and focused his attention on one of your breasts as he kneaded it in his palm and gently squeezed it like a stress ball, coaxing a small and incredibly breathy whimper from you and causing your eyes to abruptly open
âM-Michael, baby, i c-canâtâ mmh,â you whimpered, trying your hardest to keep your voice down, as you slightly shook your head against his shoulder and bit down on your bottom lip for a moment before speaking again, âcanât stay q-quiet much l-longerâŠâ
âlemmeâ help you out, beautiful.â with ease, Michael rolled both of you over and shifted your positions as you now lay flat on your stomach with his body weight pressed against you to keep you place, his hands grabbing your hips to lift them up just enough for him to comfortably thrust.
the moment he started to thrust again, a ragged cry of pleasure fell from your lips and into the pillows and your hands tightly gripped the sheets as Michael pressed soft wet kisses against your upper back and inched upward to your shoulder, gently moving your bonnet aside to kiss as much of your skin as possible.
moans and whimpers spilled out of you with uncontrollable ease this time, your sounds muffled by the thickness of your pillows, and Michaelâs hands exploded your body throughly as one of them slid underneath your nightgown again and the other moved between your legs, one set of fingertips toying with your nipples while the other set toyed with your swollen clit.
âMichael!â you gasped, your brows pinching together, as a desperate mewl fell from your lips and your grip on the sheets tightly, his deep thrusts practically forcing you further into the mattress while his skilled fingers worked on unraveling you, âooooh, b-baby, iâm s-soooo closeâ oh, f-fuuuuck, donât stop! please, i-iâm gonnaââ
âi got you, sweet thing, iâm not stoppinâ. câmon, give it to me â all of it. cum for me, baby, let me feel you wet me up some more⊠wanna feel this pussy squeeze me so tight.â Michaelâs words mixed with the triple stimulation completely sent you over the edge and a blissful yet muffled scream left your vocals as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm rocketed through you, completely drenching Michaelâs dick and your inner thighs while he fucked into you.
âo-oh, Godâ thaaaatâs it, honey. j-just like that. gimmeâ some more. want you to cum again for your husband, mama.â
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