[stnexus]

i love black women, they’re so beautiful.

i love being a black woman, i’m so beautiful.

[jayvanche]

Roc Steady

summary: This summer is one for the books. you've graduated from your dream school and you get to be outside with your favorite cousin. But returning to the town you ran away from has its little patch of drama

warning: 18+ mdni!!, aaron!fromatl!xreader, bully!aaron, black!fem!reader, prissy!reader (as she should be), southern dialect, Racist remarks towards reader, manipulative side character, drama drama drama, n-word ,smut, very dirty talk, they kind of get aggressive?, unprotected p in v (keep the rub ON!) ,dom/sub switch, missonary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, from the side. trifling phone calls, cheating (kinda)

wc:9.1k (I got carried away)

Music, smoke, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol practically made the party more crammed than it already was. Your back held up the wall as you watched people laugh and dance. You were waiting for your cousin to return but for whatever reason she had not made it back. Not that you were anxious about her absence though, you were enjoying yourself…surprisingly enough.

Fifteen year old you wouldn’t have thought twice about attending a party with anybody from the place you ran from first thing out of graduation. It wasn’t even in your plans to be here but Mina had brought it to your attention the minute you got back home. The host was a former homecoming king of your school and had just graduated themselves. 

Leaving town, despite your parent’s wishes, to attend an HBCU hundreds of miles away. Despite the horrible commute from the eastside to the Northside, they made it a mission to get you away from your “unpleasant” and “radically diverse” neighborhood. That was all according to them though. You made your best memories with the most amazing people over the years. The blend of cultures motivated you to want to explore your own. Even with your parents trying to cut down your play time short everyday as a child to avoid influence, you always made the most of it.

You’d spend hours upon hours researching black history during school hours and during your free time. The Good, the bad, and the treacherous but most importantly…the beauty. At just 10 years old, you became infatuated with all things you. When old enough, most of your paychecks, sometimes all if you had it to spare, went towards clothes, self care items, etc. Your mom often had plenty to say and despite their shared opinions about your influence by the surrounding area, your dad wasn’t one to interfere with your spending habits. 

“Y/N, you need to start picking a more age appropriate style for yourself. You can’t go around presenting yourself to others like some 5 year old still obsessed with princesses and fairy tales.” Your mom announced as you maneuvered around the kitchen looking for items to throw your breakfast together. “I’m tired of that school calling me for nonsense and I scheduled a silk press for you on Thursday. Take care of that bird’s nest you got up there.” she mumbled the last thinking it went unheard.

Your brows furrowed. You’d spent hours on your hair the night before. You thought it looked cute despite the multiple attempts you made to just stop and throw it in a puff. Your hair was rather thick stopping a little past your bra strap with type 4 coils that sometimes had a mind of their own. 

“Oh no need. I already have my hair done.” You politely dismissed, stuffing an apple into your bookbag. 

“I wasn’t asking y/n.”

“I know” your eyes met hers as you finished zipping up your bag.

Your dad signed. “Leave her alone. She looks fine and her outfit is within the dress code.” he had heard and wasn’t about to listen to another argument this early. “Punkin go wait in the car. I’ll be out in a little.” 

On the other hand, your school was not the most accepting and you knew why too.Your family was one of early bloomers so you filled out your clothing a little more than the girls around. Not that you cared though. Mainly because you couldn’t change it and you didn’t want to either. You were comfortable in your body, your hair, and your skin. People around were not used to this and that was their problem not yours.

 You’d always receive stares and hear the not so quiet jokes made. One would think you were the only black person attending. In all actuality, you were just the first to not shy away from yourself

That being said, you were almost always the talk of the class. As outspoken as you were, how could you not be?  But it was one particular group of boys you always caught the attention of: Joshua, Michael, Logan, and Aaron. 

It was their everyday mission to antagonize you. The satisfaction on their faces when you would end up in trouble with your teachers, or your principal, was infuriating. The snide remarks as you would leave from being chastised would always end up with you locked in a bathroom stall crying tears of anger. You couldn’t seem to understand why they would target you so much.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Ruby bridges! Been waiting for you! Where’s the rest of the black panther party?” the prepubescent voice of Michael, the brunette ringleader, rang in your ears. Every day it was a new insult with him. It was so strange because you just knew he did his research solemnly for insults and never to diminish his ignorance. You weren’t in the mood for him today so your response to him today was silence.

An eraser was launched into your afro and snickers sounded off throughout the classroom. Your hands reached to remove it. “Nothing to say today?”

Still you said nothing, continuing to focus on the video that played on the projector ahead. Your hair being pelted with different items and the laughter becoming more audible. A subtle shake of your leg became audible through the classroom. 

“Can you stop the tapping? I can’t hear” you turned seeing a smirking Janica. Yet your foot still continued to go and the taunting didn’t subside. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Aaron dap up his friend, and a smile on his face that showed almost all 32. That was always his thing. Never saying anything but finding his friend’s jokes so very funny.

“Baaabbeee stop” a blonde haired, green eyed girl under his arm chirped into the air. You were over this class and these people.

“Y/N can you stop with the tapping? Janica asked you nicely.” Your teacher called from the front of the classroom. A look of surprise almost flashed over your face before you got up from your seat and exited the room. As you expected, your mom and your dad were contacted and you were put on punishment. But not fully with your dad taking your side. 

You’d moved on from that though. Kinda..

“Whew! I’m sorry boo I got a little caught up  with my new boo daddy over there” your cousin appeared, two red solo cups in her hand. One extended towards you, “I got you some el jimador” 

Sucking your teeth, you turned your lip up quick. “You know I said I was cool off tequila Mimi. I don’t need a repeat of last time.” 

“Oh stop complaining you were so fun that night!” 

“I was so drunk that night”

“I took care of you though! You made it out” she pointed. “Now loosen up boo. Cmon now” she tipped the cup towards you. “You’ve graduated in the Top 3% and you already got a job lined up boo! You don’t think you deserve a little night out? I know you was put up all them years.”

You waved her off. “I got out Mimi” you attended a darty or two…freahman year. Couldn’t find it in you to continue.

“I hate liars” she sipped from her drink, looking around at the party. “We gotta get you a man-”

“No we don’t” 

“Why not? Boo daddy got a cute friend. I’ll put you on” 

“Mhm” you sipped from your cup, uninterested. 

“I see what the problem is” your face frowned up a little

“What?”

“You still stuck on ole boy”

“Ew, hell nah” disgust written all over your face. 

“So you did hook up with that one kappa you were always talking about?” she smiled, nudging you with her shoulder.

“See how you draggin’ it though? I mentioned him twice and no I did not hunch on that man.” 

“I knew you wasn’t no solider for real.” she shook her head.

“I was not bout to get with him. That boy was a free for all”

“That’s why they have condoms.” 

“You so damn nasty” you laughed. “And I’m really cool off this tequila”

“Well come dance with me then” she pleaded, pulling you towards the slightly crowded floor. 

As you danced with your cousin, you could feel the liquor coursing through at this point. The DJ was mixing together hit after hit and all you and your cousin could do was move. Hyping each other up as if you were the only two out there. 

It had been a long time since you’d gone out with her. She was your favorite cousin after all and with you being away, you didn’t have anyone to go out with. Truth be told that was the reason you didn’t attend as many parties while away. 

Even with all the back to back hits the dj played and the fun you were having, you kept bumping shoulders with just about everybody. And for whatever reason you felt like you were being watched. The darkness of the party combined with everything, overstimulated you quickly. Exhaling hard, you leaned into your cousin telling her it was time to go. The tequila making your body hot and the influx of people on the dance floor only added to fire. She agreed and you two made your way out of the party. 

“Finally some fresh air” You breathed.

“They were goin crazy in there. Got choked up a little myself honestly.”

“Aye!”

“‘scuse me!” You stopped and you turned to face a tall figure. “Ion know who but, this belong to one’a y’all” his low but clear tone of voice announced as he made it a few feet in front of you. 

Patting your back pocket, you signed, “Oh my gosh, thank you.” you took the phone from his hand looking at his face finally. 

“Fasho…Y/N right?” your face scrunched. 

“Yeeah” tilting your head slightly as you observe the person’s features. The buzz cut, piercing blue eyes. I know this not..”Aaron?”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah”

“Uhuh” you assessed him from head to toe.“Thank you again. Bye” you grabbed your cousin’s hand continuing your way to the car. He moved to object. 

“Wait-” Mina barely gets a chance to look back at the stranger again. “Wait girl hold up! How do you know him?” she breathed trying to keep up with your steps. 

“Went to school with him” you said as you fumbled with the key fob trying to unlock the car. 

“Wait he that little boy-” 

“Not right now mimi” you interrupted about to get into the passenger side. 

“Y/N!” your door was refusing to open at this moment for whatever God awful reason. You could hear his footsteps approaching. 

“Please get from round me” you held your hand up halting him from getting any closer. “Mimi, open this door.” You jiggled the handle in frustration.

“I’m trying!” 

“I ain’t tryna take up too much more of your time-”

“You not taking shit. I’m not tryna talk to you, period.” Your voice remained calm despite your true feelings. 

“Cmon now. I know you not holdin’ grudges from all them years ago.” The cocky smirk on his face pissed you off. His hands were tucked into his pockets and head tilted, looking at you with all the audacity in the word. You looked at him trying to find the words right now but all you could muster up was:

“You for real right now?” The sound of the car unlocking caught your attention and you immediately pulled the handle. “I already said thank you for the phone. It’s no reason for you to be in my face.” 

“You don’t know that”

“Don’t know what?”

“That there isn’t a reason”

“I know it’s not.”

He took a step closer, the door acting as a barricade between you two. “You coulda dropped something else.”

“I didn’t”

“Maybe your girl could have”

“She didn’t”

“Maybe it was just an open opportunity for me to come talk to you.” he shrugged and his hands found the door leaning on it. “Maybe it just took you being careless for me to finally have a good enough reason to talk to you.” 

You stood there completely unmoved by his words.”Wow..”

“What?” 

“Just…wow” your head shook in disbelief. You moved to make your way inside the car, closing the door behind you. Taking a step back from the car, he watched as you put on your seat belt and watched you and your cousin exchange inaudible words. That same stupid smirk on his face watching you two pull off into the night.

Several days had gone by since that night. You would be lying if you said the moment hadn’t interrupted your thought process at least one time out of each day. What you couldn’t really understand is how different Aaron looked. It had been years of course, but his whole demeanor had changed.

It was a quick realization from the minute he approached you. He was not the same dude you would see in school. Never did ya’ll hold conversation before that night but you know for a fact he didn’t have that form of dialect in school. He didn’t have that sense of style either. It was as if you and him didn’t attend the same school. As if he didn’t hang around the friend group that he did.

The main question was..What the hell changed?

“I hate that auntie and nem sent you across town to that overly republican ass school. And I really don’t understand how the same dude from the other night went there with you. You sure that’s how you know that boy?”

“MiMi I really don’t want to talk about him right now” you continued to look at the T.V. screen in your cousin’s living room. 

“I mean he was dressed kinda nice, talked smooth as hell, and my God did he smell good. Did you smell him?” rolling your eyes and looking over at her you sighed. 

“So you don’t want to watch the show?”

“I just need to know a little more punkin. Like are you sure you ain’t meet him while away at college?” groaning softly you faced her. 

“I am positive. We went through the same school district for majority of my life. He chilled with the same three white dudes everyday from middle school til graduation. You are just as confused as I am but Mimi I really want to watch the rest of this so can we please?”

“Okay okay” she threw her hands up in surrender. “No more mystery dude.” she fixed the blanket you two shared and turned up the volume on the T.V. 

The episode concluded and your cousin turned to you. “OOh you know what would be good right now? Some pizza and a little sweet treat” her fingers pinching together as she picked up her phone. “You want pepperoni?” 

“Sounds good to me. We getting the Pillsbury cinnamon rolls or going to that little bakery?” you started to put on your shoes moving to get your things. “And order two pizzas. I’m hungry as hell.”

“Not gone lie, I already had both in the cart” you laughed a little reaching for the handle of the door. “And I want the Pillsbury ones. Miss Addie be too packed on Thursdays. You want me to come with you or you got it?” 

“Oh please you weren't getting up to go anywhere” your head shook opening the door. “Text me what you want to drink!” closing the door behind you and making your way down stairs you hit the corner and right into somebody. 

“Oh my Gosh! I am so sorry” a petite brunette quickly apologized to you. Her country accent was obvious as she continued to explain how she didn’t see you coming around the corner.

“No problem really, we both weren’t paying attention.” you assured. Going to move around her, you stopped seeing none other than Aaron. His face almost held a little bit of confusion before the corner of his lip curved upward. He finished making his way up the steps and stood beside the girl. 

“Wassup?” he greeted.

“Oh nothing babe, just had a head on collision.” she chirped, laughing and oblivious that he wasn’t inquiring but talking to you. As you stood there trying to avoid eye contact with him, you decided to end this interaction.

“Yeah, ya’ll have a good one though.” you went to move around but your path was blocked slightly but his figure.

“Where you off to?” aaron took in your attire. Your oversized pink graphic tee and grey flowy bottoms attempted to cover your curves but failed. He could see the slight movement of your thighs as you shifted to your right leg. Your puff pulled back, complimented with an oversized baby pink silk scrunchy.

“None of your business, ‘scuse me” you side stepped again as did he. His finger accidentally grazes your arm and almost makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He was close enough for you to smell his cologne and your eyes fluttered close for half a second. Pull yourself together 

“Just makin’ conversation” he eyed you, tongue grazing over his bottom lip before taking it in. your eyes following the moment before looking into his eyes.

“Well stop” a small laugh left him. “You always this annoyin?”

“Only with you”

“Lucky me”

The brunette stood eyeing you two. “You guys know each other or?..” 

“Yeah” “No” you and him faced off a little. You lightly smacked your teeth ready for this to be over.

“Went to school together.” his attention never leaving you, despite your eyes finding every other thing in the hallway to look at right now. 

“Ooooh that’s cool!” looking at her, your face contorted a little. She not there all the way I see.

“Right” he agreed with a smile growing on his face watching the aggravation settle on your face. 

“You two should exchange numbers! Aaron’s parties are the best! He has one coming up soon. He can text you all the details.” You had never been so irritated with a stranger this far into your adulthood, but these two were really doing it to you.

“No-”

“Good idea Ashley” his gaze still laser focused on you. Looking back and forth between the two, you contemplated pushing him down the stairs. “Would love to catch up with an old friend”

“Stop with the bullshit Aaron” you mumbled.

A small smile with the tiniest bit of mischief adorned his face. “Cmon Y/N it's been a minute and it’ll be fun.

Side eyeing the girl, you almost rolled your eyes at her smile that was urging you two to swap information.

Just get it and block him. 

Reluctantly you held out for his phone, he willingly placed it in your hand. When finished you turned away from them. “Alright, I really have to get going.”

“Okay, see you soon!” Ashley waved as you started to go down the stairs again. Passing by Aaron you could feel his body heat from just a few feet away. You were pissed that your heart was actually racing right now because you really didn’t know why. Breathing deeply, you hurried down the stairs. 

The sun was long gone by now and the light from the T.V. was the only thing that lit the room up. You had both fallen asleep after consuming half of your pizzas and downing a couple cinnamon rolls. Netflix was asking if you still wanted to watch the show when you came to. 

Ding ding

Looking over at your phone, you tried to make your eyes adjust to the brightness from both screens. Your eyes almost acted as lenses as you focused in on the screen. Seeing it was imessage, you unlocked it trying to see who it was. 

Xxx-xxx-3874

You up?

Bye Aaron

Xxx-xxx-3874

So cranky

Your girlfriend know you text girls this late?

Xxx-xxx-3874

What girlfriend?

Ew 

Xxx-xxx-3874

I’m fr 

Your boyfriend must be next to you right now.

Tryna deflect nd shit

You more annoying than I remember

Xxx-xxx-3874

So you been thinkin bout me?

Don’t flatter yourself 

Xxx-xxx-3874 

lol I been thinkin bout you too. 

Asked around nd heard you graduated. Congratulations.

The text makes you sit up a little.

What you want aaron? Like fr

Xxx-xxx-3874 

Just checkin in on you. 

stop. never did nothing like that before.

Xxx-xxx-3874

don’t be that way. 

I got a bit of a business proposition for you

No.

Xxx-xxx-3874 

you not even gone let me say wassup first?

No

Xxx-xxx-3874 

It's a job though

I know you looking for one, just graduated nd shit. you really gone turn down some extra cash? 

…what is it?

Xxx-xxx-3874

Tutoring

They really need this credit too

Said they’ll pay well

Ok, how much and what subject?

Xxx-xxx-3874 

Biology course

$25 hr

I’ll sleep on it.

You didn’t read his reply but instead turned your phone face down and nuzzled further into the couch under your blanket. Twenty-five an hour sounded like the perfect amount to get you enough for a deposit on an apartment. You were actively waiting on your first day at a job that had interviewed you last week. They’d hired you almost immediately offering slightly above the intermediate salary. 

Excited was an understatement but when looking for a place outside of your parent’s residence, it was nearly impossible. Your monetary graduation gifts and your dad’s gas fill every few days kept you stable. Even with your job away at school, you had managed to save but application fees were adding up. 

You had text Aaron scheduling for next week and told him where the person could meet you at and when. You’d already been sitting there for thirty minutes prior to when the person was supposed to actually arrive. You messed with the waistband of your capris as you read from the books that you had searched high and low in the library pertaining to biology. This was your favorite course so you were beyond ready for this session to start. 

A chair pulled out in front of you and a waft of floral perfume invaded your nostrils and made you glance up. 

“Hey!” the girl greeted with an eager smile on her face. “I’m Ashley, from y'know the other day.” Laughing a little she placed her bag on the chair beside her. “I would’ve set this whole thing up myself if I knew you would be my saving grace for this semester.”

Your brows lifted and a sharp exhale left your nose. “All things happen for a reason, yeah?”

“Oh for sure! I have been sulking all week trying to get a tutor at my school but the minute Aaron started talking about how smart you were in school, and how you were salutatorian and everything. I couldn’t help but know if you were interested in tutoring!” she continued on and on but you were still stuck on Aaron bragging about you  to a complete stranger.

“Of course! I don’t mind at all. We can get started right now actually..” you reached for your stack of books and she revealed hers and the session began. 

It was going very well to say the least. Ashley was someone that preferred strict clarification on the lesson and she could not receive that from her professor. She expressed how he was a foreign man whose accent was..rather thick. That sometimes he was so preoccupied with his other job that all she could rely on was zoom meetings and not in person class. 

You definitely understood and by the time you two wrapped up Ashley was still continuing her ramble. Not that you cared, She had already paid you and now you were just being a listening ear.

“It's just so funny because Aaron never talks about high school or anything but with you, it was the most he had ever mentioned that place. You two must have been very close and just lost touch.” She packed her books and you put away your things.

“Oh no. we never really talked”

It was as if that went over her head because she continued to ramble. “I’ve met a lot of his friends or homeboys, as he calls it. He doesn’t have any lady friends though. Well there is one but he met them through me…” she continued to rant as you nodded your head, mind in the clouds.

You thought you knew how to talk but this girl blew you by a long shot. 

“I guess he really doesn’t go for black girls” that pulled you out of your daze.

“I’m sorry?” she looked at you.

“Oh no offense or anything, he just mentioned how he had his heart broken by a black girl before and blah blah blah….” She waved it off as if she just told you the weather or something. 

“I mean, do you know any girl that urges her boyfriend to get another girls number ? he’s not really one to go for blacks so I know it wouldn’t have been any funny business going on.”

You stood kind of frozen in place trying to understand how the conversation even got here.  

“Uhuh”

“But you know how some guys are with their preferences and everything. And no offense again yknow no hard feelings, but I don’t think that’s such a bad thing yeah? Like I have no problem dating black guys. Most of them seem to flock to me anyway. Like white girl magic or something” she looked at you smiling a little and as always, completely oblivious.

Almost in shock , your mouth slightly agape trying to find out what is going on right now. “Um I don’t think-”

“I’m not trying to make you mad or anything. It's just a majority of black men prefer white women. Like your beautiful but from my understanding they just kind of grow tired of some of the..other ones”

Your head tilted slightly “Other ones?”

“Yeah like” she stopped and looked around before saying “the ghetto ones”

“Ooooh” your brow rose in a mock realization. “I see”

“I knew you would understand! I knew you were a nice one”

“I think that concludes this session for today” you got up from the table starting out the door. 

“See you later! Oh wait I didn’t get your nu-” you had made it to the library’s steps, fumbling with your phone trying to dial your cousin. The phone rang twice before she picked up.

“Mimi”

“What girl? What’s wrong?” her tone of voice was laced with concern when she heard yours.

“I think I’m being punk’d!” 

“Huh?!” 

“Everything was going so well Mina. We were reading together, she was asking questions, we had genuinely reached flow state and somehow everything went left.” You proceeded to tell her about what just transpired and if you were there to see it, you would have seen how her jaw collapsed to the floor. 

Already you were in your car continuing your chat with her on the way back to your house. 

“I have never been more confused in my life, Mimi. It was like a switch just went off in her head and words just started flowing out non stop. Like this was definitely a conversation you would expect to hear between her and a best friend maybe but this is just-”

“Some bullshit!” she yelled through the phone. Mina was honestly more pissed than you were. You and her clearly had different up bringings but because she was ready to run one with Ashley. You were used to this type of talk just caught off guard by it.  “This hoe called you an ugly black bitch and that her nigga wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole! Then she proceeded to tell YOU! She understands WHY!?! This bitch is looney!

“Damn…you right” now parked in your driveway, you were zeroed in on her rant.

“Bi- YOU DAMN RIGHT I’M RIGHT”

Sighing a little, your head hit the back of your seat. “This is far too much. I need that $25 an hour but not that damn bad.”

“I’d tell you what you best do, but you wouldn’t like it.”

“And what’s that?”

“Betta go snatch his lightskin ass up! He clearly ain’t tellin her the whole truth the way he was lookin at you the other night. He look like he one to trick too?!? Yeah i’d be on that as of yesterday” 

You shook your head. “I don’t even want to insert myself in that mess Mina. Not even worth it.”

“Oh you onna them.”

“Onna who?”

“Them women that like to take the high road. I like to too, being a lady and all but bitch I’d be zoomin’ down the back road today.”

Laughing, you got out of the car and started toward the porch. “Imma call you back in a few, just let me get in here and get settled.” 

“Okay, but call me back!” 

“I will Mimi bye!”

Dragging yourself through the house and into your room, you plopped on your bean bag chair in the corner. Closing your eyes, sleep started to take over mind before your phone started vibrating again. 

Picking it up without looking at it, you groaned “Mimi I said i would call you back later.”

 A deep laugh came from the other side of the phone. “Ain’t a day that goes by that you not irritated”

Sighing hard “Why are you calling me?” 

“Was checking to see how the tutorin’ went today…and wanted to invite you and ya girl to a kickback at my place.” 

“It was good until it wasn’t and no”

“Whatcha mean, why not?”

“Cause you and your girlfriend are weird.” you hung up before he could say anything else.

Aaron called back immediately. You sent it to voice mail and he called back once again.

“What?!?”

“Man you can chill out on that girlfriend shit”

“Bye Aaron”

“Hol’ on Y/N, damn! You rushin’ and I know you ain’t got nothin’ to do.” 

“There ain’t never been a time when me and you needed to talk to one another””

“So you didn’t just hear me invite you to a kick back at my place?” 

“Didn’t you just hear me say no?”

“Y/N”

“Aaron”

He laughed a little, “Stop pretending like you don’t wanna pull up”

“I’m not pretending”

“Right. See you this weekend.” 

“You won’t” you hung up growing tired of the back and forth. “Arrogant ass nigga”

A couple days later

You and Mina sat in her car, parked along the cul de sac right outside of Aaron’s house. You two had spent the last hour arguing about how you failed to say anything about the party. She had found out about it from social media. A close friend of a close friend of Aaron's decided to post the set up and upon asking you if you wanted to go to a party, you’d let the unaccepted invite slip. 

“What part of ‘We outside this summer’ don’t you understand?” 

Leaning back in the passenger seat and looking over at her, you shook your head. “We can be outside at the club or something. We didn’t have to come here.”

“Girl boo! You actin’ real put up right now. Just because ole boy and you not on the best of terms don’t mean we gotta miss out on a good time.” 

“That’s exactly what that mean”

“I-Get out the car.” Mina went to open her door, mumbling to herself. “Not bout to do this with you. All these fine ass men out here.” 

Get out the car she mouthed through the windshield.

Having a mini protest before opening the car door you looking around at all the people. The bass could be felt when you were still seated in the car but now, music flowed through every limb of your body as you and Mina made your way inside. 

“And to think we were going to miss out on- ooh he fine who is that?” locking eyes with a tall darkskin dreadhead. He smiled at her revealing his pearly whites, nodding.

“Ladies”

“Hey” you both replied. Well Mina more so purred. Seeing where this was going you ventured off.

You made your way to the kitchen. Looking at the array of liquor bottles set up. Deciding not to go with any liquor, you just settled for some juice. As you sipped from your cup, you looked over the rim, seeing none other than Aaron. He approached, stopping right in front of you. 

“Look who decided to show up.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not in the mood”

“Knew you wanted to see me” 

“Don’t flatter yourself. Mina forced me over here”

“Excuses excuses” 

“Aaron”

“You love sayin’ my name huh?”

“I barely like you existing” 

He faked being hurt, putting a hand on his chest. “Dang baby, what I ever do to you?”

“Don’t play dumb” 

“I’m for real”

“I am too”

“We were kids Y/N.”

“That don’t make it any less disrespectful Aaron”

“I never even said anything though, that was mostly Michael and them.”

“You laughin’ was participation” he sighed a little.

“Y/N, I was a kid. Just followin’ the crowd man you know how it was” 

“No I don’t, cause I never did no weird shit like that”  he nodded slightly. 

“You right you right. In all seriousness I didn’t realize I was hurtin’ your feelings and for that I am sorry.”

Looking off to the side and then back at him, you scanned his eyes and could honestly say you saw the sincerity in them. You sighed a little.

“You forgive me?” a small smirk on his face, he took a step forward. You avoided his gaze trying not to smile. “Ahh see you playin””

“I’m not” 

“Yes you are. You know you wanna be my friend.”

“Ew stop that”

“Go ahead and say it”

“Stoop Aaron, damn!” a hand going out to push his chest but he didn’t budge. “Irritatin’ me”

“Say it”

“You don’t give orders to me”

“This my shit baby. Way I see it, I can.”

Tilting your head, your eyebrows rose in surprise. “Real snippy for somebody who wants forgiveness”

He laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

Swirling the cup in your hand and sighing, “ I forgive you” you mumbled

“Damn it's loud in here. Say that again for me” his cupped his ear leaning close. A smile was evident on his face. 

“I forgive you dummy” 

“Aww look at that, sounds like the start of a beautiful friendship” 

“You owe me though” 

“Owe you what?”

“I’ll let you know. Just get your pockets ready lightbright”

Shaking his head laughing. “Whatever it takes” he shrugged.

“uhuh” you studied his face. “What ever happened to your best friends anyway?” 

“Got into some shit senior year and we ain’t been in contact since.” he wasn’t mentioning everything. 

“Some shit like…?” 

“Nosyyyy” he picked, leaning back a little. Your laugh filled his ears and caused him too as well.

From there you two flowed into a conversation. He was surprisingly funny and so much of a casual flirt, that you barely noticed it. The bass from the speakers had completely stopped and his space was starting to clear out. But none of that had really registered to the both of you.Mina was somewhere with that dreadhead. She made sure to find you and update you on her whereabouts before giving you and Aaron a look that only you caught. 

“Aye man we bout to head out” a friend of his came, dapping him up. “We headin’ to Ray’s if you want to pull up.

“Aight Imma slide through” 

“Baby!” an all too familiar voice rang in your ear over the music. You mentally groaned and sipped from your cup.

“Babe! You didn’t hear me calling you?” a chipper Ashley came to stand by Aaron. “Oh hi Y/N, how are you?!?”

A closed mouth grin was all you could muster up. “Wassup?” 

“I had the best time at tutoring. Babe, she is a genius! Like truly my saving grace” she rambled.

“Really?“ Aaron's attention is still on you.

“Yes! Ugghh tell him about…” and motormouth was off. Somehow Aaron was engaging but you couldn't bring yourself to actually listen to whatever she had to say. 

“Like babe she is one of the nice ones I was telling you about!” that caught your attention. Aaron’s face contorting into one of confusion. 

“Nice ones?” he mumbled to himself.

“Oh and I love your hair! This is yours right?” her hand reaching out to touch your curls and your neck craning to the side. The only thing that surprised you was not her question but Aaron's hand going to push hers away from your hair. Not trying to have her see you sweat, you put on a smile.

“What babe I wanted to feel it”

It?!?!

“Ashley you can’t be doing that” he looked at her as if she had lost her marbles.

“She knows I mean nothing by it Aaron no need to be all serious” 

“Yes, this is my hair”

Ashley shrugged a little, “Yeah but like “I brought it” and it’s all mine or “I grew it myself” all mine?” looking over her face you noticed that same funny expression that all the little girls used to have when making fun of you in middle and high school. Seeing where this was heading you looked back and forth from her to Aaron.

“Where you get off asking me some dumb shit like like that?” you stepped to her.

“I was just asking a question” 

“No you were just being funny”

“Why are you getting so defensive?” feeling your body get hot. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. 

“You one ignorant bitch you know that?” Your finger pointed in the middle of her face. A gasp left her mouth and turned to look at Aaron. By now MIna and Quan, the dreadhead, had returned and could hear you and her. She walked around the island and made her way to your side.

“You cool y/n?” 

“I'm straight. Bout to check this hoe temp though” your eyes never leaving Ashley's.

Gasping, she turned to look at Aaron. “Baby are you gonna let her talk to me like that?” 

“This hoe…” mina said already over this. “She clearly not gone do shit”

“Fuck you, you ghetto hood rat! You don’t kn-” you lunged forward but was caught mid air and carried to the other side of the kitchen

“Let me the fuck go!” your screams traveled through the house. Mina was trapped behind the dreadhead trying to find a way to wriggle out of his grasp. 

“Y/N you good bruh, Y/N Chilout!” Aaron held your waist trying to get you as far away from her as possible. 

“You tried to hit me!” Ashley screamed, still stuck in her place in the kitchen.

“Bitch when I get my hands on you!” you shouted with Aaron carrying you down the hallway. You were trying to grab hold to every wall you could think of to keep from being pulled but it was no use. 

“Ashley, take yo ass home!” Quan yelled. He had just caught Mina from jumping off the counter and was struggling to not keep her steady. 

Aaron eventually got you into a room pushing you in and shutting the door. “Let me outta here Aaron! I’m not playin’ witcho ass!”

This went on for almost thirty more minutes and instead of being mad now all you could do was sit on the bed, arms crossed, and wait for somebody to let you out. You didn’t even bother to cut the light on. The screen saver on his Roku T.V kept the room illuminated. Quan had come to the door saying he had taken Mina to her car. She and you were on the phone talking when the room door finally opened and in walked the prison guard.

“You cool now?”

“Aaron don’t piss me off again, please” you ignored him getting back to your conversation. 

“I already told her I would take you home. Y’all just getting each other mad all over again”

“Mina hold on” you hung up facing him. “Wassup wit you and her? You usually take in stray white girls off the side of the road? or you caught her attention.” he stifled a laugh coming to stand in front of you. 

“What is ya’ll beef? You just got done tutorin’ the girl the other day.”

“It’s clear she’s threatened by me.”

“Why though?” 

“Cause she think I wanna fuck you dummy.” a look of surprise graced his face. 

“She said that?”

“Aaron, it's pretty obvious she does.” you looked at him irritated he would ask such a stupid question. “If I wanted to, I would’ve already had you.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Hell yeah”

A sharp breath left him as he studied you. Rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay bruh”

You tilted your head, "Wouldn't be that hard to do, really” 

“What you tryna say?” He looked amused. You stood from your spot on the bed walking up to him. Due to your height, you were just about chest to chest with him. 

“I’m saying it’s nothing to fuck you and send you back to your delusional ass girlfriend” your eyes scanned him from his eyes down to slightly below his belt. Going back up his body you could see his pulse pick up as you as the confidence leave his body a little. Truly, he was holding it together but your words were breaking his facade.

“You trippin Y/N” 

“Am I though?” you moved closer. His reply was nothing. 

“I mean you have yet to defend her and I don’t see you movin away” you started to trace a vein on his forearms moving up. 

“S-she not my girl y/n. I told you that already” 

“Mm she don’t seem to think so.” your fingers touched the back of his neck but with no help from you, he had craned his head down to closer to yours. You could feel the coolness of his breath, looking into his eyes. “Now, tell me something” your tone soft and inquisitive and  “What you doing keepin’ a bitch like her around?” 

“Just a quick fuck” he mindlessly spoke, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Really?” you stepped back, holding his hands. “So you wouldn’t mind helping me take these off?” moving his fingers to the buttons on your shorts. “Right?” a slight groan rumbled in his chest. 

“Y/N” his eyes zeroed in on your bottoms.

“I can’t do it by myself baby help me, please?” the softness of your voice having him almost entrancing. With your fingers over his, you helped him to undo the button and zip the zipper down. Walking back until you felt the bed on the back of your knees, you sat down. He said nothing as he walked forward and stopped watching you look up at him through your lashes. 

Reaching up and grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pulled him down to you.

“You makin’ this shit hard y/n” 

A light chuckled left you. “Well let me make it easy for us both.” pulling him down even more, he has no choice but to kneel. Aaron, being used to you being in control in the bedroom, was so confused how he was so turned on by the dynamic at the moment. Yet he obeyed, pulling down your shorts and panties. 

As you spread your thighs to him he almost moaned. “Sexy ass” he whispered to himself before slowly dragging his tongue up and down your slit. His tongue circling around your clit pulling a gasp out of you. Your hand finds the back of his head, gently pulling him in deeper. 

“auughh” a moan leaving you as you watched him work. His eyes closed as his mouth latched onto your clit and he softly suckled at the bundle of nerves. “Look at me baby” his eyes fluttered open but his tongue never ceased. Staring into your eyes his pace picked up slightly and the sounds of pussy eating and your moans filled the space of the room. “Shit just like that baby”

His underwear was starting to become uncomfortably tight with hearing your moans. He’d never heard anything so beautiful before. There was no doubt his precum had completely soaked through his underwear by now. 

Watching your every reaction, paying attention to how your body jolted when his tongue found its way inside, or how you would grind hard and desperate when he would stick his tongue out for you to use. He groaned as you took off your top leaving you completely naked before him. Your titties sat perfectly as you played with your nipples head falling back.

You noticed, “You like em baby?” 

He moaned, nodding his head still eating. Grabbing his hands you guided them to palm your boobs. He massaged them carefully, his hands barely able to grasp the entire mound. With light pressure his fingers played with your nipples. 

“Yess just like that don’t stop” his eating even sloppier now. “Oooh my gawd, yes”

“Aaron I’m gonna cum” you almost whined. Your hands coming to the back of his head, chasing your release. “Don’t stop baby please!” his suction grew a little harder helping you chase your climax. 

“Don’t stop baby don’tstop- I’m cumming ooou-” a sharp gasp followed by a long moan left you as it did Aaron too. His eyes closed as he finished just at the same time you did. Slurping up your slick from your pussy, he came up your body meeting you in a heated kiss. 

 “Mmm” you moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your tongues clashed with one another, greedily as the kiss grew more and more heated. Your hands went to undress him and he eagerly helped. Pulling away you looked down at his underwear noticing the wet stain on the front. 

“Somebody got a little carried away” you teased.

Smacking his teeth he went for your neck leaving sloppy kisses, “chill out bruh- ssshit” you started to stroke him using his cum as lubricant. 

“You fucked her raw?” 

“F-fuck no ma” chuckling you planted a kiss to his ear. Guiding him in you both released a sigh. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you leaned into a slow yet needy kiss. Aaron started to move, finding the urge to not cum so quickly almost impossible.

“Shiit baby just like that..don’t stop aaron please..this dick feel so gooood oh my gaaw-ahhh” your talking made it no better. Your walls wet and hugging him so.

“Damn y/n..pussy so fucking good ma shit…could live in this shit baby” his forehead rested against yours. His hips grinding harder as his hands beside your head gripped the covers. 

“Ooohh yess..right there” his pace picked up and your legs opened wider. Your hands held your ankles as you looked down between you two meeting. The sight making aaron groan. His buried in your neck. “You fuck this pussy so good baby” you moaned caressing his back. Nails digging into his back when he. Your lips finding his ear. 

“I-” a moan left him and his thrusts started to lose rhythm.

“What baby?” 

“I’m not gone l-last long baby”

“No?” 

“S-shit”

“You gonna cum for me baby boy?” the name almost making him nut right then. “Say baby aoo-my goodness”

“Yeesss y/n shit” 

“I want you to come on my pussy baby. Okay?” 

“I hear you baby” 

“You gonna make me cum baby” he kissed your cheek making his way to your mouth. He reached down, thumb finding your clit drawing circles to match his pace. Your head was thrown back into the bed as your orgasm tore through you. 

“Look so fucking pretty coming on my dick ma” he grunted. Thrusting twice before he pulled out not even needing to stroke as his cum coated your folds. 

Pushing him onto the bed you climbed on top of him. Rubbing his nut into your clit moaning. The site made him catch his bottom lip between his teeth. Grabbing his length, you ease down on him.

“You wet as hell y/n” he groaned, hands finding your hips. 

“Just for you baby..uuh..just for you” picking up the pace, Aaron tried to hold in his moans. “You stretchin’ this pussy out so good”

“Don’t talk like t-that y/n..damn right there” he eyes closing and head falling back. Feeling you stop he looked confused. sitting up on his forearms he started to say something but it didn’t take for him to see you straddle his legs with your back to him. aww shit.

Easing him back inside, you began to bounce. 

“Keep ridin’ this dick baby..don’t stop..good ass pussy..feels too fuckin’ good..work that shit baby” his mindless drabble making your head spin but you leaned forward arching your back more going a little faster. “Hell yeah y/n just like that” his hand came down on your ass.

“Harder baby” you moaned. Earning you one smack after another and another. 

Watching his dick disappear into your pussy over and over again was a sight. The clapping of your ass hypnotizing him. Your coils sticking to your back as he thrusted up into you, catching your rhythm. “s-shit so fuckin fat..c-creamin all on this dick ma..who makin you creamin like this?” 

“You” 

“Who baby?” a concentrated wave of thrust started to push up into your spot, his hands moving you back onto him. Unable to say anything, your mouth wide open as you have no choice but to take it. “Tell me baby..hm?..who got yo shit this wet?”

“F-fuuuucckk you aaron uuughh”

“Been wantin’ yo sexy ass so mothafuckin’ long girl. Ain’t nobody getting this pussy but me..f-fuck..fuck allat otha shit”

“Aarroonn” your eyes tearing up as you tried to brace yourself. 

“That’s right. you gone come on my dick again baby?” 

“Yes!” 

“Yeah? Show me mama. Gimme all that nut” and that you did. Except this time your arousal squirted onto his member. His hand reached forward and found your clit again. 

“OOOhh my Gawwdd” 

“Yess baby there you go..mhm..don’t stop..don’t you fuckin stop gimme all the shit baby come on…So fuckin good.” he cooed.

“Mmmm” you whined as he stroked you through it. He rubbed your back helping you come down from your high. You could feel him peppering kisses on your back. His member left you as he pulled you off and laid you beside him, pulling your back into his chest. You had begun to relax but the sound of a phone ringing interrupted the moment. Listening closely, it was clear it was not your phone. Reaching behind him on the night stand he sighed seeing the contact. 

Looking back you see it was none other than Ashley. “Pick up” he looked at you like you were crazy but you had already reached up and pressed the green button, then the speaker when it connected. 

“Hello? Babe?” 

A smirk forming on your face hearing her voice. 

“Ashley, what you callin me for?” he sighed.

“Baby, I just wanted to apologise for earlier cause I know those girls won’t. That was so uncalled for! I know how you don’t like drama in your space.” oh she wanna…okay.

“Ash you can’t put all of the blame on t-them” he stuttered feeling you reach back and stroke him before guiding him into you. Leaning forward some, you started moving. Your walls swallowed his dick again in what felt like a vice grip from this position. “C-chill” whispered. 

“But it so was! You saw how defensive she got over nothing?!” you started throwing it harder. You moaned purposefully for her to hear. “What was that?” 

Reaching for the phone you threw it above your heads, and moved Aaron’s take hold to your waist. “S-shit nothing”  you were about to laugh but a hand came up to your jaw forcing your head back “ole nasty ass” his mouth coming to your ear. Your wetness and the sound of you two connecting were audible now. 

“A-aron are you watching porn or something” you guided the hand on your hip to your boobs making him grope them. He didn’t need much help, your nipples getting trapped between his thumb and forefinger. You slowed down reaching the tip of his dick before slamming back down.

“Get that shit” he mumbled in your ear. 

“You feel so good daddy” you moaned out loud. The name and the sensation of you rolling from his top on down making his eyes roll back. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now Aaron?!” 

“You gone make a nigga nut y/n..gone make me..oouu shit” his mouth finding your neck. He still held a firm grip on your jaw making your back arch even more. “So fuckin’ nasty ma”

“Mhm baby”

“Are you fucking her right now?!? Oh my God!” Aaron was too lost in your pussy to care about the phone. 

“You want daddy to nut in this good ass pussy, don’t you baby?..hm?”

“S-shit yes nut in me pleeeaassee” you threw it back harder.

“Aaron I swear to God” 

“You fuckin this dick so mama..keep fuckin me baby..Just like that..I’m bout to nut..sssshhhiiittttt” his body stilled as you pulled his nut out of him. Your fourth one ripping through you as well. Hitting so hard, your loud moan ended in a sharp gasp. The heavy breathing between you two loud but the three beeps from Ashley hanging up. 

“Damn we in some shit” he laughed a little, catching his breath. 

“I don’t care” your voice coming out hoarse making you and him look at each other. You hit his chest as he laughed. “Shut up!”

“Man come on” he got up from the bed. Guiding you to him, he picked you up and walked to the ensuite bathroom. Your head laid on his shoulder, lids heavy until he put you on the cold toilet. You groaned and pouted while he turned on the shower. 

“Girl you better pee and stop playin” 

“It's so cold though” you whined while peeing. “Can you get out? I need to wipe” you looked at him.

Smacking his teeth, “if you don’t getcho ass up so we can get in the shower.”

•••

[nobitchs-world]

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

[thatone-girly]

sweat it out— terrance “terry” richmond

Summary: Terry letting you wear yourself out on that thang. That’s it, that’s all.

Warning(s): riding, sexual innuendos, dirty talk, mentions of oral (f receiving), may be some errors

The day started off great, just as any other day would. You woke up to an empty bed, which was normal considering you were married to a damn lark. Terry always rose before the sun for whatever reason, but that never stopped you from getting your full eight hours worth of beauty rest.

You’d entered the kitchen to see your usual morning sight: Terry, shirtless and sweaty after his morning run. Though you tried to keep your footsteps soft, Terry and his super marine hearing sensed you coming from a mile away. He peered over his shoulder with his cloudy green eyes and flashed a rarely seen smile— well, rare to everyone but you— before scooping up the fresh cup of coffee he’d always have ready for you whenever you decide to grace the world with your presence.

Silently reminding yourself that it was too damn early to be horny, you kept your eyes above the neckline and accepted your cup of joe and one of many morning kisses. You spent the next ten minutes of leisure time as you normally did: Smiling at the sweet and expected gesture, giggling at the compliments and complimentary kisses that came along with your coffee, and squealing when Terry’s hands would roam and squeeze at some of his favorite parts of your body.

You’d left home some time later with a smile on your face as Terry always made sure you did, but just when you thought the exceptional morning meant your day would be perfect, here came your fucking boss.

Rude, loud, and disrespectful. Commanding and demanding the most ridiculous things as soon as the damn office opened. You’d always tried your best to stay respectful and hold your tongue when came at crazy, and today was no different. You’d just constantly remind yourself that this was your boss, and as much as you couldn’t stand her ass, you still loved your job and didn’t want to risk losing it over a boss doing what bosses do.

Then came your coworker Sandra, who also happens to be the bosses daughter. Rude and entitled much like her mother, Sandra always knew how to push just about everyone in the offices buttons, but for some odd reason yours were her favorite to push. You’d trained yourself not to give her the reaction she so desperately tried to get from you, but that still didn’t mean she didn’t get under your skin from time to time.

By the time the end of the day rolled around, Sandra and her mother had worked together to make today the day from hell. Two caseloads, another cup of coffee, and three near blowups later, you’d finally made it back home. The smile you once had on your face when you left was long and gone when you returned, and Terry noticed immediately. From his spot on the couch, he watched you toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and kick your shoes off much harder than necessary. Though your shoulders should’ve relaxed after the long breath you released, they remained tight and tense, telling Terry more than he knew you probably would.

You tended to shut down when frustrated, a bad habit that Terry had both picked up on and learned to remain patient with. However, knowing this wouldn’t stop him from coaxing as much information as he could out of you.

Terry pushed himself up from his seated position and began his path toward you. His long legs got him there in milliseconds, standing tall and protective in front of you. The crisp new wife beater he wore clung to his torso like you did when you would hug him and the dark grey sweats he wore hung low on his hips just how you liked it. His unintentional sexiness almost made you forget why you were mad. Almost.

He remained silent for a moment, watching intently as you looked everywhere but at him. Then, his left hand raised to your hip giving it a double tap with his index and middle fingers. You took that nonverbal command for what it was and finally looked up at him, his stormy eyes already meeting yours halfway.

For a second he still said nothing. He just stood still and examined your expression as much as you’d allow him to. The slight pout on your lips and semi-wet eyes told him enough, prompting him to finally speak.

“Talk to me.”

The words were simple, but when you have a day like you just had, it’s enough to damn near cause a break down. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying and lowered your head, shaking it just enough for the gesture to be noticeable.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

But you should’ve known that wouldn’t be good enough for him. You did know it wasn’t good enough for him. That’s why it was no shock when his hand came to cup your chin and gently forced your head up to meet his gaze again. There was silence once again from him as he scanned your face for another read. This time your mood was clear. Your face held a plethora of emotions. Frustration, anger, and a hint of sadness all at once.

“You’re not upset for nothing, Peach.”

The patience he had with you was evident in both his tone and the use of your pet name. He’d given it to you when the two of you had just began dating many years ago. He said the name reflected your personality and common mood. As sweet as could be. An alternative meaning for that nickname came a bit later in the relationship when the two of you had been intimate for the first time. He said the chosen name was perfect because you in the bedroom mirrored a Peach perfectly: sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty. But that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was that right now, your mood was anything but sweet.

A sigh slipped past your lips as you once again averted your gaze from his, afraid that he’d read too deep into you and cause you to break down in the middle of the living room. “It’s just work, T,” you muttered a tad bit lower than before. “Nothing serious.”

“I think it is serious if it’s got you this upset,” Terry argued. Not in an ill intended way. Just in a way that let you know he wasn’t buying the watered down story you were selling. Hand still cupping your chin, Terry nudged upward just a tad bit higher in an attempt to get your attention back on him. “Look at me.”

You reluctantly obliged and once again locked eyes with Terry, only this time, there was no reading. He’d already put it together. “Your boss?”

Just the mention of that bitch had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes, but to answer your husband’s question, you nodded.

“She frustratin’ you again?”

You mimicked your earlier action once more, nodding as you again bit down on your cheek. “Yeah, Sandra, too.”

Though your voice was barely above a whisper, Terry heard you loud and clear. He kept his stance just a few moments more before relaxing, his hands falling unoccupied at his side before they snaked around your waist. His thumb rubbed soothing circles around your lower back in an effort to get you to relax even a bit. Yeah sure, your boss and her gnat of a daughter pissed you off today. But you were home now, with him.

“You gotta stop doing that, Peach,” Terry murmured, arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulled you closer.

Now chest to chest, your dainty hands came to rest on his biceps. “Doing what?”

“Shutting down,” he elaborated, index finger drumming your hip. “You always shut down when you’re upset and you leave me out the mix. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s goin’ on.”

You nodded in response, head lowering in shame. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Mm-mm, don’t do that,” Terry hummed, immediately following up with a kiss to your forehead, then one to your cheek, then one to your jawline, then multiple to your neck as you giggled lowly. “I’m not mad at you, baby. I just want you to be happy. And I want you to be comfortable telling me when something is botherin’ you. Even if it’s not me, alright?”

With a nod and a muttered agreement, you took the time to appreciate Terry’s effort at getting you to open up. Although you appreciated it, that still didn’t remove the effects of today’s ware and tear from your body. You were still frustrated. Still annoyed. Still tense. But that wasn’t a problem for Terry. All he needed you to do was tell him what was bothering you. He was down to handle the rest.

And that’s what got you to where you are now.

Bare and hot on top of him, knees working overtime to keep you upright as you bounced up and down at the same breathtaking pace. Not too idle. Not too brisk. It was somewhere perfectly in between. Terry watched comfortably beneath you, hands folded and tucked behind his head as he remained still, careful not to disturb your rhythm.

Your bottom lip had to be tired of you biting it, but that seemed to be the only way you could keep your sounds under control and keep the two of you from receiving a noise complaint in a few hours time. Your hands assisted in keeping you steady with their resting spot being on Terry’s abdomen, fingers dragging through the creases of his abs when you felt them flex under the pressure of you repeatedly landing in his lap.

Tongue darting out to moisten your parched lips, you let a whine slip past the barrier you’d tried your hardest to build. “Terryyy…”

He looked up at you, expression stoic and emotionless besides the lust clouding his already piercing eyes. “What you callin’ me for? You doin’ that shit to yourself.”

Brows furrowed and mouth hanging ajar, you looked down to where the two of you connected. You watched your fluids pile up at the base of his phallus in near disbelief. Almost as though you couldn’t believe what you were making yourself do. Like him saying it out loud was what made you realize it. Even still, it was partly his fault. Nobody told him to have all that dick.

Another sound slipped past your lips, this time resembling more of a squeal as the angle of your hips made it nearly impossible for his throbbing tip to miss your spot. “Fuuuckkk!”, you slurred through a moan, head falling backward and eyes rolling to a close.

“Mhm, there you go,” Terry cooed while simultaneously reaching out to you, hand wrapping snug around your throat. “Keep that shit movin’. Just like that.”

The sudden air restriction caused you to gasp, hand coming up to wrap around Terry’s wrist. The grip you had on his hand matched the grip you had on his dick, your walls contracting around his girth at the depth of his voice and commands. There was something about the two of you being in a position where you had the opportunity to be in full control, yet Terry still finding a way to be in charge. Your body’s response to his commands showed exactly how you felt about them, your walls gushing with arousal.

Your internal temperature grew hotter with every passing minute, the aching in your legs contributing to your thermal increase. But unfortunately, that wasn’t stopping shit. You were gonna get your nut even if it meant riding this Harley until your legs gave clean out. Well, your third nut. Terry had already coaxed two out of you with that talented mouth of his, eating away half the frustration you’d returned home with. He left it up to you to ride out the rest.

“Fuck…why you so wet, Peach?” Fingers tightening around your throat, Terry bit down on his bottom lip as his free hand came up to strike your ass cheek. “Hm?”

There were so many answers to that question. Maybe because you had a fine ass man beneath you letting you use him for your pleasure with no consequences. Or maybe it was because you had a big ass dick invading the deepest part of you, pulsing and throbbing against your wetness to cause almost euphoric sensations. Or maybe it was just because you were in love. It didn’t matter which response was most fitting, because you couldn’t even muster up the strength to give him one.

Instead you peeled your eyes open, gaze immediately connecting with his. The two of you watched each other through different eyes: yours soft and submissive, his hard and dominant. “You so fuckin’ pretty.”

You moaned in response, stomach swarming with butterflies at him somehow always knowing what to say and when to say it. Eyes fluttering shut, your head had almost fallen back again before Terry’s hand moved to cup your jaw. “Mm-mm, keep them eyes on me.”

You obliged, eyes opening to find his. You watched as his lip found its way between his teeth again, his thumb stroking your cheek as soft as could be. Then the pad of his thumb found its way to your bottom lip, rubbing across it a few times. “Open…”

Following instructions with a submissive moan, your semi-parted lips opened wider to allow his thumb entry, and you made sure to give it a warm welcome with your tongue and lips. A slick thrust from below had your teeth nearly sinking into the flesh, but you’d managed to hold back before continuing to suck on his thumb.

“So beautiful…”, Terry muttered, watching as your eyes rolled to a close and you moaned around his thumb, the throbbing of his phallus causing your stomach muscles to tighten. “and so fuckin’ nasty.”

How could he say that when he was the one who made you this way? You can confidently say you had never been this nasty until you got with Terry. This motherfucker had you doing shit you would’ve never even thought to do with anyone else, but you’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said you didn’t love it.

He pulled his thumb away and you released it with a ‘pop’, then watched with doe eyes as he used that same saliva covered thumb to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles. But you were the nasty one? Yeah, okay.

The new sensation caused a buck in your hips, a sound of louder pitch escaping your lips as your eyes did yet another roll inward. “Babyyy…s-shit!”, you whined as you tried to keep your pace through the tightening of your walls and flexing of your stomach muscles. The sensation omitted a groan from Terry, but nothing more than that as he kept his eyes trained on you.

It’s not that he wasn’t feeling good, because he damn sure was. It was just the fact that tonight was your night. Y’all could worry about him later. Right now, it was all about you.

“You look so good up there, Peach. You don’t even understand,” he cooed, tongue slowly protruding to wet his lips as he watched you slowly but surely unravel.

You’d call him a damn lie if you weren’t in your current position. You could just feel that you looked a mess. Hair puffy and wild, lips parched and dry, skin hot and tacky. Terry didn’t give a fuck. “Them hips, them thighs, your face…”, he murmured, the rotation of his thumb staying constant. “Can’t even keep your fuckin’ eyes open. I got you feelin’ good, huh, baby?”

“Yesss, oh my god!”, you squealed, head lolling back as your toes began to curl against the mattress.

Hissing at your sudden tighter grip, Terry’s brows furrowed a tad deeper. “Why you grippin’ me like that? Hm?” You knew the answer, and so did he. But your almost non-coherent words made it hard to give him one. “You finna cum? Is that what it is?”

You nodded frantically, the pace of your bounces starting to increase. “You gon’ cum for me, mama? You gon’ show me how wet you can get for me?”

“Y-yesss, fuck! I’m gon’ cum for you, daddy!”, you moaned, toes curling tighter as you grabbed his free hand and interlocked your fingers. The speed of his thumb started to increase to match the pace of your bounces, your sounds now being full on pornstar moans.

“Chase that shit then, Peach. Show me how wet this pretty pussy can get for me.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice because you already felt it coming. Nails clawing at his chest, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung ajar as your walls closed as tight as they could. The groans omitted from him only assisted with your heavenly climax, thighs trembling as you tried your hardest not to wake the neighbors, though both you and Terry were sure you had probably already done that.

“There you go. Get what you need, pretty girl,” Terry cooed, thumb still rotating on your sensitive center even though your bouncing had come to a steady halt. “Let that shit out.”

Chest heavy with pants, you absentmindedly wound your hips against his thumb, riding out your high to its highest potential. When you were done, you and your throbbing center had had enough. Your hand had quickly found Terry’s, grabbing hold of his wrist. “Mm, fuck, okay…I’m tapped out,” you huffed through short breaths, pushing his thumb away from your now sore pleasure point.

You lifted yourself off of his length with a wince before collapsing back onto his chest. “You good?”

Fuck no you weren’t good. Your body may as well been filled with noodles. Your legs and back were as good as gone, and don’t even get started on your knees. “Don’t even think about touching me for the next two weeks.”

You weren’t sure yet if you were joking or not, and neither was Terry, but for now you’d just go to sleep, good, fucked, and happy.

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I— my god today. this was so hot wtf😭

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PRIVATE SHOW C.C

Cameron Cade x Stripper Chxrry🍒

Summary: When beautiful midnight ballerina Chxrry invites Cameron Cade to her penthouse to put on a sexy private show for the NFL star. Things start to get heated between the two of them in the private room.

"🔞 No minors allowed"

Warning: Smut, Sexual Tension, Swearing, use of language and kink names and etc.

🍒Inspired by TI's song private show + Beyonce's Dance for you music video + boosie badazz's song Private room🍒

Taglist: @the1miscief @plan3tch1ld @kissmyteef @harrystylesgotmefuckedup @mooki3-bear @k0niiii-blog @hiitsmebbygrl16 @mrs-livvy @blckblossom @moodymp4

"Girl take it off for me, you know just what I'm on, it's always hard to leave this private show" +"Let me take control of you ain't no tellin what we gon' do"

Cameron wasn't the type of man to go to the strip club on a daily basis. only on special occasions when his team the saviors won a championship at a game or when he was out and about with his big brother Drew and his friend group casually hanging out in the late night atmosphere on a boys night out.

But when he was out and about at the strip club he was surrounded by so many beautiful woman who happened to be strippers putting on a show for the sexy man. Hoping they we're gonna be the ones to go home with him.

But his eyes was only fixated on only one beautiful woman and her name just so happened to be Chxrry.

She was a vixen in the night like a fierce black jaguar and the way she moved her body in a sensual motion to the music and the pole she intrigued the shit out of Cameron she had the boy speechless every time.

And she knew how bad Cameron wanted to get her alone to himself so she decided to call him up on the phone one night and left him a seductive voice message but being strictly firm with it for him.

"I know you're up Cameron you think that I don't know that you be secretly admiring me every time I be dancing for you and you're thristy boys. Well tonight's you're lucky night my love I'm inventing you to my penthouse cause I have a surprise for you and only you so make sure you come alone and oh don't be late to my private room"

And that was just enough to have Cameron standing right outside her penthouse waiting to be invited in by whoever was behind those huge glass doors.

Cameron looked insanely handsome as always he wore a white button up shirt that wss slightly unbuttoned at the top revealing his sliver chains and he wore black dressed pants to match all because Chxrry told him the attire he needed to wear due to tonight's event that was occurring between the two of them.

Cameron twisted his cheek with his tongue slightly clenching his Jaw with his hands behind his back. He wasn't the type to feel extremely nervous with occasions that he was attending too or were in because he's a confident man but with this scenario and occasion he had every right to feel nervous it was valid.

The woman who he admired and was intrigued by inviting him to her penthouse in the middle of the night. Thanks to his older brother Drew giving the girl his phone number one time.

Cameron felt some type of way his emotions was slighty getting the best of him and it didn't make it no better that his heart was racing super fast in his chest.

And finally the huge glass screened doors opened to reveal a gorgeous brunette girl who was wearing a two peace black lingerie set and stilleto heels with a mischievous smirk played on her face staring at the fine man before her.

"You must be the one and only Cameron Cade? Come in don't be shy sexy boy" her sultry voice spoke.

Cameron nods his head quietly at the woman slowly but carefully taking a step inside of the penthouse his lips slightly parted as he took in the atmosphere as he walked in.

It was beauitful woman everywhere dancing seductively on poles. Some holding glass liquor bottles all while lacey lingerie decorating their bodies. Some group of girls where eyeing Cameron down as he was making his way through the penthouse.

"A New Life" By Zeke Bleu played in the scenery as the strippers weren't afraid to get touchy and flirtatious with the fine man who was now present at the party.

Cameron was overwhelmed by every single stripper's beauty that he felt a bulge growing inside his pants a little he took his time to admire the beauty of the brunette woman who was leading him to a special room.

She looked like Megan Fox in the face a little. She had a body of a goddess but she didn't compare to the woman Cameron was waiting to see tonight.

As they we're both making they're way to the room down the hall. A girl brushed Cameron's shoulder with her manicured hand. Stopping the observant boy in his tracks.

"You seem really nervous about something, you need to relax baby, here have a drink you seem like you need one"

The girl sends Cameron a reassuring smile while exchanging a drink to his hand while she gently rubs his shoulder while passing by him.

"Thank you,appreciate it" Cameron says lowly almost quietly as he nudges his chin at the sweet but flirtatious girl that gifted him the drink taking a slow sip from the glass cup.

Cameron and the brunette woman made it to the destination of the room.

As they walked into the room two other woman led Cameron to a king sized chair with Cuban link blunts and a liquor bottle rearranged for the man.

Cameron decided to sit down in the leather chair and make himself comfortable while eyeing the three beautiful girls standing in front of him all while adjusting his heavy sliver chains.

"Let me make myself clear and announce the rules to you" the brunette girl spoke as she started to walk around Cameron while staring him down.

"Wait a minute there's rules? I thought-" Cameron was cut off by one girl as she placed her manicure finger on his lips staring deeply into his icy blue eyes with a smirk placed on her face.

"Shh, of course there's gonna be rules everything isn't for free baby especially us" the girl says as she gently cups Cameron's face.

The brunette woman nods her head at the girl as she parts her cherry red lips to speak.

"It is our business to make all you're desires and fantasies to come true. But for you're lucky night there are only just two rules for you" Cameron let a sigh of relief at that statement causing all three of the girls to lightly chuckle at him.

"The first rule consists of don't force it just let it happen live in the moment don't rush it and always remember to relax, and the second rule is as much as you think you're are in heaven and don't want to leave you're gonna have to eventually at some point"

Cameron kissed his teeth at the second rule and let out a low "Damn" underneath his breath but the girls could obviously could sense it in his body language that he was bothered by the second rule.

The man was indeed in heaven. He was surrounded by so many beautiful woman and was in a nice peaceful atmosphere. He couldn't wait to brag to his brother Drew and his friends on what type of night he had experienced.

And Cameron knew for himself by the end of this night that he would want to be more than just Chxrry's secret admirer. He also just wanted her to himself which is why his mission was to also get her as his girl.

Cause tonight Chxrry most definitely is going to belong to Cameron after this private show.

"So have fun, Relax and enjoy you're self tonight Daddy you deserve it" The brunette woman says in a flirtatious manner as the other girl refills Cameron's half glass with vodka.

And with that the three woman walks out of the room. Leaving Cameron by himself with the lights on.

But the scenery of the room changes as the bright lights starts to dim slightly to a dark filter.

Cameron furrow his eyebrows in confusion a little as he yelled out a loud "Hello" but his lips closed as he fixed his posture in his chair as he spotted a mysterious sihoulette making it's way on the stage effortlessly.

Her leopard print christian louboutins clacked on the marvel floors, she was wearing a large furr coat but the coat was discarded to reveal her dark velvet red lingerie that showcasted her curvaceous body effortlessly.

The smooth tone of a sensual R&B song boomed throughout the speakers as mysteries beautiful woman revealed herself to the man sitting in the chair. Staring into her soul.

And that mysterious beautiful woman being no other than Chxrry as the red neon lights decorated her pretty face and the room.

Her hips swayed in a sensual manner as she walked up to the metal pole as her body started to move with the base of the music.

Cameron was already infatuated with her presence and beauty his pretty blue orbs we're lit up and his mouth was slighty parted due to him witnessing her presence.

He looked like a little kid in the candy store who was amazed at what he saw and Chxrry thought that was so fucking adorable.

Cameron took one of the Cuban link blunts in the palm of his hand and decided to light it up with a lighter. As he pulled a long drag from the blunt giving the woman he's been craving all night an intense stare.

Chxrry was on the stage now doing tricks up on the pole while keeping her eyes on Cameron the whole entire time as she couldn't help to check the sexy man out right before her.

His posture in the king sized chair was now in a man spread like manner with his head tilt to the side, his light blue eyes that were once lit up with amusement. Were now dark with lust and desire. His white button up shirt was now cranked up due to his movements and the red neon lights hitting his glistening chains that decorated his chest precisely.

"This man is so fucking sexy and handsome" Chxrry though quietly to herself as she felt her body betray her slighty cause she felt a warm moist in her lacey panties as she danced.

And that's just the affect Cameron had on every woman he came across to interact with.

That was his special affect the man was captivating and Chxrry hated it.

She knew for herself she couldn't resist him even when she tried her best not too.

She wanted him bad just as much as he wanted her badly.

The sexual tension between the two pair was raising and hitting nonstop.

Chxrry did a couple of more astounding tricks on the pole as she decided to make her way towards the man sitting in the chair to give him a show even more closer than before.

Chxrry starts her dance by bending over and arching her back as her ass shakes effortlessly infront of Cameron's face.

Cameron reciprocates the energy by taking his free hand as he slaps the woman's right ass cheek all while taking a pull from his blunt, clouds of huge smoke escaping his lips profoundly.

"Damn mama you're doing something to me that I just can't explain" Cameron says his voice low with lust and admiration at the woman standing before him.

All Chxrry could do was laugh at the man as she turned around to face him. She started grinding and whining her hips onto his body while hovering over his lap.

Cameron let out a low groan as he squeezed her hips as his hands came in contact with her ass he didn't hesitate to squeeze both her asscheeks causing Chxrry to let out a soft moan with the contact with his hands and her lower body.

"Mmmh Cameron slow down you taking it too fast I'm right here baby" Chxrry says softly while running her acrylic nails at the back of his shaved head staring into his eyes.

"You just got my dick hard baby that's all my body is craving for you mama I wanna be buried deep inside of you" Cameron's deep husky voice gave the girl chills down her spine, she could feel his thick bulge poking through the fabric of his pants making her body feel something too.

"You gotta beg for it daddy I'm not just for free you gotta pay the price to have me, here let me take this off of you" Chxrry's slutry soft voice spoke in Cameron's ear as she ran her tongue up his earlobe as the man let out a low moan at the action.

She removes his white shirt by unbuttoning his buttons as his tan glistening skin was revealed the veins in his huge biceps flexed as he helped her take his shirt off.

Next Chxrry grabbed a long fabric tie and wrapped it around Cameron's neck toying with it and him as Cameron eyed her with intensity on his sexy face.

"Please let me have you Mama I'll do anything to pay the price just to be with you even if it's just for one damn night" Cameron's voice slighty cracked with neediness as he begged and pleaded to the woman who he was craving so badly.

Chxrry bites her glossed lips at him getting so turned on by his begging she pulled him closer by the tie as there faces were inches away from each other's as she opens her mouth to speak.

"Since you being a good boy for mommy and abiding to my commands I guess you can have me just for tonight baby" and that all it took for Cameron to end up smashing his lips onto hers into a heated kiss there tongues colliding with one another.

Chxrry pulled away from the intense make out to kiss Cameron's neck down to his chest leaving her lipstick prints across his skin causing Cameron to moan at the action.

"F-Fuck mama you're kisses feel so good you know what'chu doing" Cameron tilts his head back and sighs deeply while Chxrry roams her manicure hands all over his body still planting lipstick kisses across his skin.

As Chxrry makes her way down to his pants she un-bluckes the belt of his pants revealing his Ralph Lauren boxers his huge hard bulge coming in contact with her face.

Chxrry gives the needy horny boy a devilish smirk as she teasingly takes her hand and strokes him through his boxers which causes Cameron to throw his head back and curse up underneath his breath.

"Fuckkk Chxrry just put me in you're mouth I wanna feel you shitt mama" Cameron moans deeply slighty thrusting his hips at her touch.

"That's what you want Daddy? You wanna feel my warm mouth deep throating you" Chxrry says in a slutry seductive tone as she keeps stroking the man through his boxers as his dick twitches at her touch.

"Yes mama that's what I want oooh fuck don't stop" Cameron says trying to make out his sentence through his moans.

"Alright baby boy you're wish is my command" And with that Chxrry releases Cameron's huge dick from his boxers his pre cum dripping at the tip.

Chxrry wouldn't be lying to herself if she didn't admit that Cameron's huge and long dick didn't make her nervous he had to be a good 9 to 10 inches. Know her pussy was throbbing with need.

She took the man into her mouth effortlessly while slowly bobbing her head up and down his shaft as her tongue ran through the base of his dick.

"S-shit Chxrry right there mama i'mma about to burst just from this alone fuckkk" Cameron said while being a moaning mess for the woman who was pleasuring him all too well.

Chxrry couldn't help to smirk cockily at Cameron's response to her pleasuring him as she keeps on taking him deeply into her mouth. Giving the man the most sloppiest head that he's ever gotten in his life.

Cameron placed his huge hand on top of her head slightly pulling on her hair as he starts to thrust his hips roughly face fucking her.

"Yeaaah take all this dick my gorgeous slut you doing so good for daddy fuckk" Cameron groaned deeply as he thrusts his hips at a faster pace, he was dead serious about getting his first climax in.

Chxrry's spit and saliva decorated Cameron's now glistening and shiny dick. All you could here in the room is her sloppy sounds of sucking the man off profoundly.

Cameron could feel his climax rushing through his veins, Chxrry took notice of this and releases his dick from her mouth now stroking him fast with her hands.

"F-Fuckkk I'm closee you gon' let a nigga nut on you're face or tongue baby?" Cameron's voice was soo deep and breathless as his chest was heaving up and down his brows furrowed as his lips was parted.

He had the most sexiest love face ever plastered across his handsome face and that alone made Chxrry moaned in ecstasy.

Cameron's climax had reached it's peak and he had cummed hard all over Chxrry's face and tongue. Some even getting in her hair bur the girl didn't mind she was having a great ass time breaking the sexy man off.

Once Cameron was done with his climax. His breath was taken away from him as he sat there speechless trying to catch his breath and build up his words.

Chxrry ran her two fingers on her face as she placed them inside of her mouth letting out a moan at the taste of Cameron's cum.

"Damn you taste so good daddy that was the best dick I've ever had in a minute I'm gonna ride you know can I ride you?" Cameron nodded quickly at Chxrry's question as the girl wasted no time straddling his lap.

"Rip this lace up off my body baby I wanna feel you skin to skin don't be scared you can touch me" Chxrry seductively whispers at the handsome man.

Cameron softly but roughly ripped Chxrry's lingerie up as he grabbed her hips to insert himself deep inside of her which caused her to let out a loud gasp.

She matched his movements as she started to bounce up and down fast up on his dick the pleasure building up between both of there bodies.

"Ooooh myyy godd Cammm you're soo deep and big you feel so good inside of mee" Chxrry whines and moans as she was riding him into oblivion her loud moans ranging throughout the room as well as the sound of they're skin slapping together.

"And this pussy feels amazing my pretty girl it's so fucking tight and wet for me baby" Cameron says deeply as he grabbed Chxrry by her neck slighty choking her as he started thrust into her body like he owned her.

"Fuckkk daddyyy you fucking me so good ooouuu I'm about to cummm caamm" Chxrry screamed out not giving a fuck if the other girls can hear her.

"You gone cum for me baby? Then be my good pretty girl and cum for me don't hold back release it mama" Cameron's husky voice spoke out loud as he know was fucking Chxrry hard and passionate.

Chxrry couldn't recognize her own voice she was soo loud. Cameron fucked her like she was a female cat in heat and truth be told she was indeed a female cat in heat. How could she not be when a man this sexy and fine was fucking her raw and good like this.

"Caammmm, Cameronnn daddyyy I'm about to cummm oooh I love this dickk" Chxrry screamed out Cameron's name as she was letting him know she was reaching her climax. She was holding onto him tight.

"You feelin' me deep inside that pretty pussy baby girl?, Ight gon' ahead and cum for me beautiful" Cameron says as he picked up his pace and fucked her roughly and hard throughout her climax.

"Y-yesss Daddy yessss I feel this big dick inside of mee oooh fuckkk I'm cummming oh my god Cameronnn!!" Chxrry screamed and cried out to the man that was fucking her good as she rolled her hips violently on top of him as tears threatening to leave her eyes.

Cameron bites his lips at the sight before him as he planted a heated sloppy kiss to Chxrry's lips as they both we're coming down from they're high from climaxing.

This was gonna be one of a special night that both Cameron and Chxrry are both going to remember they both knew that they had each other wrapped around they're fingers.

And Chxrry knew damn well that she wouldn't be able to leave Cameron the hell alone after a special show he just given her.

A/N: CHILLI MACK CAMERON PUT IT DEOWNN!! I hope you all enjoyed the story and I'm so glad all of the girlies are coming out of hiding and dropping gems left to right!! I love y'all🫶🏾🤭😘💕💕

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PRIVATE SHOW C.C

Cameron Cade x Stripper Chxrry🍒

Summary: When beautiful midnight ballerina Chxrry invites Cameron Cade to her penthouse to put on a sexy private show for the NFL star. Things start to get heated between the two of them in the private room.

"🔞 No minors allowed"

Warning: Smut, Sexual Tension, Swearing, use of language and kink names and etc.

🍒Inspired by TI's song private show + Beyonce's Dance for you music video + boosie badazz's song Private room🍒

Taglist: @the1miscief @plan3tch1ld @kissmyteef @harrystylesgotmefuckedup @mooki3-bear @k0niiii-blog @hiitsmebbygrl16 @mrs-livvy @blckblossom @moodymp4

"Girl take it off for me, you know just what I'm on, it's always hard to leave this private show" +"Let me take control of you ain't no tellin what we gon' do"

Cameron wasn't the type of man to go to the strip club on a daily basis. only on special occasions when his team the saviors won a championship at a game or when he was out and about with his big brother Drew and his friend group casually hanging out in the late night atmosphere on a boys night out.

But when he was out and about at the strip club he was surrounded by so many beautiful woman who happened to be strippers putting on a show for the sexy man. Hoping they we're gonna be the ones to go home with him.

But his eyes was only fixated on only one beautiful woman and her name just so happened to be Chxrry.

She was a vixen in the night like a fierce black jaguar and the way she moved her body in a sensual motion to the music and the pole she intrigued the shit out of Cameron she had the boy speechless every time.

And she knew how bad Cameron wanted to get her alone to himself so she decided to call him up on the phone one night and left him a seductive voice message but being strictly firm with it for him.

"I know you're up Cameron you think that I don't know that you be secretly admiring me every time I be dancing for you and you're thristy boys. Well tonight's you're lucky night my love I'm inventing you to my penthouse cause I have a surprise for you and only you so make sure you come alone and oh don't be late to my private room"

And that was just enough to have Cameron standing right outside her penthouse waiting to be invited in by whoever was behind those huge glass doors.

Cameron looked insanely handsome as always he wore a white button up shirt that wss slightly unbuttoned at the top revealing his sliver chains and he wore black dressed pants to match all because Chxrry told him the attire he needed to wear due to tonight's event that was occurring between the two of them.

Cameron twisted his cheek with his tongue slightly clenching his Jaw with his hands behind his back. He wasn't the type to feel extremely nervous with occasions that he was attending too or were in because he's a confident man but with this scenario and occasion he had every right to feel nervous it was valid.

The woman who he admired and was intrigued by inviting him to her penthouse in the middle of the night. Thanks to his older brother Drew giving the girl his phone number one time.

Cameron felt some type of way his emotions was slighty getting the best of him and it didn't make it no better that his heart was racing super fast in his chest.

And finally the huge glass screened doors opened to reveal a gorgeous brunette girl who was wearing a two peace black lingerie set and stilleto heels with a mischievous smirk played on her face staring at the fine man before her.

"You must be the one and only Cameron Cade? Come in don't be shy sexy boy" her sultry voice spoke.

Cameron nods his head quietly at the woman slowly but carefully taking a step inside of the penthouse his lips slightly parted as he took in the atmosphere as he walked in.

It was beauitful woman everywhere dancing seductively on poles. Some holding glass liquor bottles all while lacey lingerie decorating their bodies. Some group of girls where eyeing Cameron down as he was making his way through the penthouse.

"A New Life" By Zeke Bleu played in the scenery as the strippers weren't afraid to get touchy and flirtatious with the fine man who was now present at the party.

Cameron was overwhelmed by every single stripper's beauty that he felt a bulge growing inside his pants a little he took his time to admire the beauty of the brunette woman who was leading him to a special room.

She looked like Megan Fox in the face a little. She had a body of a goddess but she didn't compare to the woman Cameron was waiting to see tonight.

As they we're both making they're way to the room down the hall. A girl brushed Cameron's shoulder with her manicured hand. Stopping the observant boy in his tracks.

"You seem really nervous about something, you need to relax baby, here have a drink you seem like you need one"

The girl sends Cameron a reassuring smile while exchanging a drink to his hand while she gently rubs his shoulder while passing by him.

"Thank you,appreciate it" Cameron says lowly almost quietly as he nudges his chin at the sweet but flirtatious girl that gifted him the drink taking a slow sip from the glass cup.

Cameron and the brunette woman made it to the destination of the room.

As they walked into the room two other woman led Cameron to a king sized chair with Cuban link blunts and a liquor bottle rearranged for the man.

Cameron decided to sit down in the leather chair and make himself comfortable while eyeing the three beautiful girls standing in front of him all while adjusting his heavy sliver chains.

"Let me make myself clear and announce the rules to you" the brunette girl spoke as she started to walk around Cameron while staring him down.

"Wait a minute there's rules? I thought-" Cameron was cut off by one girl as she placed her manicure finger on his lips staring deeply into his icy blue eyes with a smirk placed on her face.

"Shh, of course there's gonna be rules everything isn't for free baby especially us" the girl says as she gently cups Cameron's face.

The brunette woman nods her head at the girl as she parts her cherry red lips to speak.

"It is our business to make all you're desires and fantasies to come true. But for you're lucky night there are only just two rules for you" Cameron let a sigh of relief at that statement causing all three of the girls to lightly chuckle at him.

"The first rule consists of don't force it just let it happen live in the moment don't rush it and always remember to relax, and the second rule is as much as you think you're are in heaven and don't want to leave you're gonna have to eventually at some point"

Cameron kissed his teeth at the second rule and let out a low "Damn" underneath his breath but the girls could obviously could sense it in his body language that he was bothered by the second rule.

The man was indeed in heaven. He was surrounded by so many beautiful woman and was in a nice peaceful atmosphere. He couldn't wait to brag to his brother Drew and his friends on what type of night he had experienced.

And Cameron knew for himself by the end of this night that he would want to be more than just Chxrry's secret admirer. He also just wanted her to himself which is why his mission was to also get her as his girl.

Cause tonight Chxrry most definitely is going to belong to Cameron after this private show.

"So have fun, Relax and enjoy you're self tonight Daddy you deserve it" The brunette woman says in a flirtatious manner as the other girl refills Cameron's half glass with vodka.

And with that the three woman walks out of the room. Leaving Cameron by himself with the lights on.

But the scenery of the room changes as the bright lights starts to dim slightly to a dark filter.

Cameron furrow his eyebrows in confusion a little as he yelled out a loud "Hello" but his lips closed as he fixed his posture in his chair as he spotted a mysterious sihoulette making it's way on the stage effortlessly.

Her leopard print christian louboutins clacked on the marvel floors, she was wearing a large furr coat but the coat was discarded to reveal her dark velvet red lingerie that showcasted her curvaceous body effortlessly.

The smooth tone of a sensual R&B song boomed throughout the speakers as mysteries beautiful woman revealed herself to the man sitting in the chair. Staring into her soul.

And that mysterious beautiful woman being no other than Chxrry as the red neon lights decorated her pretty face and the room.

Her hips swayed in a sensual manner as she walked up to the metal pole as her body started to move with the base of the music.

Cameron was already infatuated with her presence and beauty his pretty blue orbs we're lit up and his mouth was slighty parted due to him witnessing her presence.

He looked like a little kid in the candy store who was amazed at what he saw and Chxrry thought that was so fucking adorable.

Cameron took one of the Cuban link blunts in the palm of his hand and decided to light it up with a lighter. As he pulled a long drag from the blunt giving the woman he's been craving all night an intense stare.

Chxrry was on the stage now doing tricks up on the pole while keeping her eyes on Cameron the whole entire time as she couldn't help to check the sexy man out right before her.

His posture in the king sized chair was now in a man spread like manner with his head tilt to the side, his light blue eyes that were once lit up with amusement. Were now dark with lust and desire. His white button up shirt was now cranked up due to his movements and the red neon lights hitting his glistening chains that decorated his chest precisely.

"This man is so fucking sexy and handsome" Chxrry though quietly to herself as she felt her body betray her slighty cause she felt a warm moist in her lacey panties as she danced.

And that's just the affect Cameron had on every woman he came across to interact with.

That was his special affect the man was captivating and Chxrry hated it.

She knew for herself she couldn't resist him even when she tried her best not too.

She wanted him bad just as much as he wanted her badly.

The sexual tension between the two pair was raising and hitting nonstop.

Chxrry did a couple of more astounding tricks on the pole as she decided to make her way towards the man sitting in the chair to give him a show even more closer than before.

Chxrry starts her dance by bending over and arching her back as her ass shakes effortlessly infront of Cameron's face.

Cameron reciprocates the energy by taking his free hand as he slaps the woman's right ass cheek all while taking a pull from his blunt, clouds of huge smoke escaping his lips profoundly.

"Damn mama you're doing something to me that I just can't explain" Cameron says his voice low with lust and admiration at the woman standing before him.

All Chxrry could do was laugh at the man as she turned around to face him. She started grinding and whining her hips onto his body while hovering over his lap.

Cameron let out a low groan as he squeezed her hips as his hands came in contact with her ass he didn't hesitate to squeeze both her asscheeks causing Chxrry to let out a soft moan with the contact with his hands and her lower body.

"Mmmh Cameron slow down you taking it too fast I'm right here baby" Chxrry says softly while running her acrylic nails at the back of his shaved head staring into his eyes.

"You just got my dick hard baby that's all my body is craving for you mama I wanna be buried deep inside of you" Cameron's deep husky voice gave the girl chills down her spine, she could feel his thick bulge poking through the fabric of his pants making her body feel something too.

"You gotta beg for it daddy I'm not just for free you gotta pay the price to have me, here let me take this off of you" Chxrry's slutry soft voice spoke in Cameron's ear as she ran her tongue up his earlobe as the man let out a low moan at the action.

She removes his white shirt by unbuttoning his buttons as his tan glistening skin was revealed the veins in his huge biceps flexed as he helped her take his shirt off.

Next Chxrry grabbed a long fabric tie and wrapped it around Cameron's neck toying with it and him as Cameron eyed her with intensity on his sexy face.

"Please let me have you Mama I'll do anything to pay the price just to be with you even if it's just for one damn night" Cameron's voice slighty cracked with neediness as he begged and pleaded to the woman who he was craving so badly.

Chxrry bites her glossed lips at him getting so turned on by his begging she pulled him closer by the tie as there faces were inches away from each other's as she opens her mouth to speak.

"Since you being a good boy for mommy and abiding to my commands I guess you can have me just for tonight baby" and that all it took for Cameron to end up smashing his lips onto hers into a heated kiss there tongues colliding with one another.

Chxrry pulled away from the intense make out to kiss Cameron's neck down to his chest leaving her lipstick prints across his skin causing Cameron to moan at the action.

"F-Fuck mama you're kisses feel so good you know what'chu doing" Cameron tilts his head back and sighs deeply while Chxrry roams her manicure hands all over his body still planting lipstick kisses across his skin.

As Chxrry makes her way down to his pants she un-bluckes the belt of his pants revealing his Ralph Lauren boxers his huge hard bulge coming in contact with her face.

Chxrry gives the needy horny boy a devilish smirk as she teasingly takes her hand and strokes him through his boxers which causes Cameron to throw his head back and curse up underneath his breath.

"Fuckkk Chxrry just put me in you're mouth I wanna feel you shitt mama" Cameron moans deeply slighty thrusting his hips at her touch.

"That's what you want Daddy? You wanna feel my warm mouth deep throating you" Chxrry says in a slutry seductive tone as she keeps stroking the man through his boxers as his dick twitches at her touch.

"Yes mama that's what I want oooh fuck don't stop" Cameron says trying to make out his sentence through his moans.

"Alright baby boy you're wish is my command" And with that Chxrry releases Cameron's huge dick from his boxers his pre cum dripping at the tip.

Chxrry wouldn't be lying to herself if she didn't admit that Cameron's huge and long dick didn't make her nervous he had to be a good 9 to 10 inches. Know her pussy was throbbing with need.

She took the man into her mouth effortlessly while slowly bobbing her head up and down his shaft as her tongue ran through the base of his dick.

"S-shit Chxrry right there mama i'mma about to burst just from this alone fuckkk" Cameron said while being a moaning mess for the woman who was pleasuring him all too well.

Chxrry couldn't help to smirk cockily at Cameron's response to her pleasuring him as she keeps on taking him deeply into her mouth. Giving the man the most sloppiest head that he's ever gotten in his life.

Cameron placed his huge hand on top of her head slightly pulling on her hair as he starts to thrust his hips roughly face fucking her.

"Yeaaah take all this dick my gorgeous slut you doing so good for daddy fuckk" Cameron groaned deeply as he thrusts his hips at a faster pace, he was dead serious about getting his first climax in.

Chxrry's spit and saliva decorated Cameron's now glistening and shiny dick. All you could here in the room is her sloppy sounds of sucking the man off profoundly.

Cameron could feel his climax rushing through his veins, Chxrry took notice of this and releases his dick from her mouth now stroking him fast with her hands.

"F-Fuckkk I'm closee you gon' let a nigga nut on you're face or tongue baby?" Cameron's voice was soo deep and breathless as his chest was heaving up and down his brows furrowed as his lips was parted.

He had the most sexiest love face ever plastered across his handsome face and that alone made Chxrry moaned in ecstasy.

Cameron's climax had reached it's peak and he had cummed hard all over Chxrry's face and tongue. Some even getting in her hair bur the girl didn't mind she was having a great ass time breaking the sexy man off.

Once Cameron was done with his climax. His breath was taken away from him as he sat there speechless trying to catch his breath and build up his words.

Chxrry ran her two fingers on her face as she placed them inside of her mouth letting out a moan at the taste of Cameron's cum.

"Damn you taste so good daddy that was the best dick I've ever had in a minute I'm gonna ride you know can I ride you?" Cameron nodded quickly at Chxrry's question as the girl wasted no time straddling his lap.

"Rip this lace up off my body baby I wanna feel you skin to skin don't be scared you can touch me" Chxrry seductively whispers at the handsome man.

Cameron softly but roughly ripped Chxrry's lingerie up as he grabbed her hips to insert himself deep inside of her which caused her to let out a loud gasp.

She matched his movements as she started to bounce up and down fast up on his dick the pleasure building up between both of there bodies.

"Ooooh myyy godd Cammm you're soo deep and big you feel so good inside of mee" Chxrry whines and moans as she was riding him into oblivion her loud moans ranging throughout the room as well as the sound of they're skin slapping together.

"And this pussy feels amazing my pretty girl it's so fucking tight and wet for me baby" Cameron says deeply as he grabbed Chxrry by her neck slighty choking her as he started thrust into her body like he owned her.

"Fuckkk daddyyy you fucking me so good ooouuu I'm about to cummm caamm" Chxrry screamed out not giving a fuck if the other girls can hear her.

"You gone cum for me baby? Then be my good pretty girl and cum for me don't hold back release it mama" Cameron's husky voice spoke out loud as he know was fucking Chxrry hard and passionate.

Chxrry couldn't recognize her own voice she was soo loud. Cameron fucked her like she was a female cat in heat and truth be told she was indeed a female cat in heat. How could she not be when a man this sexy and fine was fucking her raw and good like this.

"Caammmm, Cameronnn daddyyy I'm about to cummm oooh I love this dickk" Chxrry screamed out Cameron's name as she was letting him know she was reaching her climax. She was holding onto him tight.

"You feelin' me deep inside that pretty pussy baby girl?, Ight gon' ahead and cum for me beautiful" Cameron says as he picked up his pace and fucked her roughly and hard throughout her climax.

"Y-yesss Daddy yessss I feel this big dick inside of mee oooh fuckkk I'm cummming oh my god Cameronnn!!" Chxrry screamed and cried out to the man that was fucking her good as she rolled her hips violently on top of him as tears threatening to leave her eyes.

Cameron bites his lips at the sight before him as he planted a heated sloppy kiss to Chxrry's lips as they both we're coming down from they're high from climaxing.

This was gonna be one of a special night that both Cameron and Chxrry are both going to remember they both knew that they had each other wrapped around they're fingers.

And Chxrry knew damn well that she wouldn't be able to leave Cameron the hell alone after a special show he just given her.

A/N: CHILLI MACK CAMERON PUT IT DEOWNN!! I hope you all enjoyed the story and I'm so glad all of the girlies are coming out of hiding and dropping gems left to right!! I love y'all🫶🏾🤭😘💕💕

[btchimthequeenn]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

warnings - smut with no plot, under the influence intercourse, slight hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, spit play, slight choking, oral (f receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, not proofread. minors dni!! this is a repost of one of my old works. formerly @gigidaqueenn

3:47 am

“look in the mirror baby,” cameron taunted, anchoring your face towards your sweaty reflection with a fistful of hair, urging a whimper from your lips. he continued his slow paced deep thrusts into your soft walls. “fuck, cam” you moaned, reaching backwards to press your palm against his lower abdomen, signaling him to slow down. the two of you weren't exactly together, but you both knew you didn't want anyone else. it was complicated to others, but simple enough for the two of you.

“it's too much,” you said cock drunk and head woozy from the drinks the both of you had before teasing each other out of their clothes. he had his full length pushed into you, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. “shh you can take it baby, this what you wanted right?” you responded nodding, choking back a sob from the deep pleasure pooling in the pits of your belly, “use your words mama, tell me what you want” he said untangling his hand from your long hair, replacing it with your neck, covered in love marks from his doing. he quickly pulled you toward his hard chest, fucking upward your dripping cunt, causing you to let out a loud screechy moan. “answer me baby,” he said, applying pressure to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses along the side of your neck and cheek. “fuck! go faster cam,” you screamed out, overwhelmed with his punishingly slow thrusts.

“good girl”, he said, taking note of your neediness, immediately reading the pleasure mixed with frustration on your face. he knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear his baby say it. he let go of your neck causing you to drop down on the mattress as he grabbed hold of your hips drawing you closer to him. he instantly began increasing his pace, focusing on hitting your sweet spot. “cammm” you whimpered, regretting what you had just asked for a moment earlier. “fuck,” he groaned, drawing the lines in his shiny forehead, throwing his head back, displaying the veins in his neck. “i love this pussy, baby” said cam in between thrusts, causing your pussy to clench around him. “i'm so close daddy, don't stop,” you whimpered, eager to chase your release. he watched you in the mirror, fucking into you with precision, pumping his ego. he pinned you into the mattress, pressing the palm of his hand into the small of your back, and reaching down to rub your clit in circles. “cam” you whined loudly. “fuck i'm gonna cum” you moaned watching him through the mirror as he slowed his thrusts removing his hand from your clit causing you to whine. still pressing your hips down, he shifted his gaze from your beautiful reflection in the mirror to your glistening cunt wrapped around him. he then spit onto his thick length, watching as it's spread made way to your tight pussy. as the cool saliva reached your clit, he resumed his slow, deep strokes in your pussy. “go head baby, cum on this dick” he said, slapping a rough hand on your ass, making you whimper from the sharp sting. he pumped his dick into you, making you cum around him, moaning and gripping the sheets. “fuck baby, you so wet” said cameron, leaning against your back, kissing the crook of your neck. reaching his own release, he buried his thick length deep into your pussy, coating your spongy walls. he kept there for a moment before pulling out to flip you onto your back.

“baby” you moaned, still tipsy. he then sat on his knees, pulling your pussy closer to his face on the edge of the bed. he dipped his head in between your parted legs, kissing your lower belly, tracing kisses down to the plush skin between your thighs. he grabbed ahold of your knees pushing them towards your chest as he began placing kisses on your clit. you let out a soft moan through your parted lips at the sensation, “hold your legs for me baby” cam said licking a stripe between your already wet folds. the sudden shock of his tongue relentlessly torturing you sensitive nub sent waves of pleasure through the lower depths of your belly. “cam baby don't stop” was all he needed to hear before tongue fucking your pussy, licking everywhere his tongue could reach. cam knew how to please you, he knew exactly what spots made you whimper and squirm, he studied your every reaction good and bad, he was good at eating pussy, but he was even better at it when he was drunk. he slowly inserted two fingers into your aching cunt, curling them to hit your spot. you whimper, holding onto the back of his low shaven head for support. “i love you baby” he mumbles against you, sending vibrations through your clit. “i love you more daddy,” you moan. “i'm cumming” you say as your back arches off the bed into his mouth. cam stuffs your pussy deeper, kissing your clit as your orgasm washes over you, cumming on his tongue.

he pulled you in by the waist, kissing you deep and slow. the both of you let out a moan on contact. you could taste every ounce of your juices on his tongue and he wanted you to. he wasn’t done with you just yet..

[sonder-slut]

sets & reps pt.2 — tyriq withers.

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

synopsis ⁀➷ cameron can’t contain himself when you’re stretched out like that.

song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘yoga’ by janelle monae ft. jidenna & ‘pretzel’ by ari lennox.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ 1.6k || 18+, nsfw content, no minors. mating press, pervy cam, foul language, pet names, floor sex, body appreciation, squirting.

‘flip me, fold me, you put it in a pretzel.’

ᥫ᭡

your boyfriend cameron was the textbook definition of a pervert.

it was sickening, honestly.

the air in your home is thick due to the thirty-minute workout session you were finishing up. but it seemed as if the temperature of cameron’s body was in stiff competition with the surrounding climate.

today was supposed to consist of a peaceful workout session without any interruption. unfortunately for you, cameron cade was home earlier than usual. he’d been spending a lot of time at the gym in your shared apartment building. he helped newcomers of the gym train and build a workout routine for their bodies. and cameron truly enjoyed his side hustle. he already had a passion for exercise he and helping others find their way through a fitness journey gave him more of a purpose.

meanwhile, you’d been getting into the practice of yoga while in the comfort of your home. you found the exercise relaxing, but wanted to try a little at home before you joined a studio with a group and teacher. how embarrassing would it be if you caught a charley house in the middle of class? today was day five of your beginners yoga routine. you’d done research online to create a personal routine of your own, searching through tiktok, google and even reddit to research the history and benefits of the exercise. each day was completed while cameron was away at work. he’d usually finish up with his clients later in the evening, but he’d come to your place way before you were done.

your feet swing back and forth innocently as you giggle at your boyfriend’s surprised face. “what’s wrong cam?”

“i’m just trynna figure out since when do you do yoga?”

you shrug. “it’s something i wanted to try. i wanted to change up my workout regime some, you know?”

“you liking it?”

“yeah,” you sigh, beginning to stand and roll the mat up from the floor. “it’s real relaxing.”

“you done working out already?” cameron looks as if his heart has been broken. it makes you laugh more before you stop picking the items up.

“i’ve been doing this since before you left, cameron. my session is over.”

he smacks his lips, pushing off the wall and walking over to you as you sit in a squatted position. “let me help you. show me how you’ve been working out.”

you squint. “help me?”

“yeah, maybe i can fix something for you.”

“you don’t know anything about yoga, cameron,” you’re giggling, truly enjoying how cameron found interest in the new hobby of yours.

“aye, don’t doubt me,” he’s chuckling, eyes hungrily analyzing over your workout attire.

you were at home today, you didn’t see the need to wear a full athleisure set when you would just get all sweaty and uncomfortable in it. you instead threw on some stretchy tan shorts, a pair that rode up your ass with your every move, and added a dark brown tank as your top. no bra or panties as they could be restricting. your nipples poke through and the outline of your fat pussy is evident in those shorts.

“well, come on then. show me what you got, cam. do you worst.”

and the worst is what he does.

stretching your body was the start to you and cameron’s workout. you rolled out another yoga mat for him, and he sat right beside you. you led the session. extending your thick thighs and strong calf’s out, explaining the importance of slowly stretching your body out.

next, you moved onto to holding poses. you took it easy on cameron, not giving him any crazy poses, as he wouldn’t be able to hold his balance so easily. you sorted through as many as you could remember. mountain pose, easy pose, warrior 1, revolved triangle—you go through them all, making sure to inhale and exhale deeply throughout the duration of the exercises.

occasionally, you’d lose cameron’s focus, he’d been staring off at your hips as they moved fluidly, able to twist and turn without any struggle. you’d laugh and correct him, helping the distracted young man to pay attention again. it’s when you begin to form the downward facing dog pose that you realized exactly what cameron’s plan was.

the warmth of his hard-on pressing against the middle of your pussy caused you to yelp. you hadn’t even noticed he’d moved from his yoga mat, hands now caressing your backside silently. you nudge him away, an elbow in his stomach as you chuckle in disbelief.

“you tricked me!”

and cameron’s playing coy. “what’chu talking about, baby?”

“you know what i’m talking about, cameron cade, don’t play with me. you don’t care about yoga, you’re just trying to fuck me.”

cameron can no longer hide his true intentions, lips beginning to slide across the side of your face as he grinds into you more. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. do you think you can show me your favorite position, mama?”

the mating press was not a yoga pose, but somehow, your boyfriend cameron gets you folded into the position. it’s disgusting how easily he could mold you into mush with just the work of his two bare hands. you hold onto the bottom of your smooth soles for support, while your knees practically touch your shoulders from how far back you’re pent. and cameron’s right above you. on his knees with hips roughly dropping against you in a consistent rhythm.

the pair of nike dri-fit shorts he wore hangs off his waist a bit, just enough for the end of his happy trail to show and the beginning of his pubic hair to peak through. you can hardly breath. only able to inhale whatever air cameron allows—and even then, it isn’t much. he’s on your case, scorching body dripping with streams of sweat as he works you out. he’s so sexy from your angle. he was sexy in general, but the droplets of perspiration gliding down his chest and through his rippled abs had you dizzy.

“that pussy noisy, girl. you getting so creamy for me.”

obscene squelches sound from the both of you as your drenched cunt encapsulates cameron’s dick. you grip his shaft like a pinky promise, pulling him tighter and tighter each time his hips rise. you raise your head just to catch a glimpse of the magic cameron was working.

“oh, my god, cam, yesss, keep fucking me like that, baby, yes,” you cry out, holding the position as best as you could. you were flexible, but not indestructible.

a coating of your white elixir covers the shaft of cameron’s dick as he begins to switch positions, now pressing his weight on you completely. he’s holding your legs behind his head, continuing to pound you into the damp yoga mat on the floor. your stomach folds from the applied pressure, those rolls on your side protrude in the process.

“so fucking perfect, you so fucking perfect, baby.”

he rambles in amazement about your body, always in awe at your curves, but the sight of your body contorted in this position fucks him up completely. you were fucking thick. no surprise there, it’s just jaw dropping to him at how easily you bend and twist. you didn’t give him a hard time, you got into the position and held it together like the good girl you were.

he fucking loved you. and cameron doesn’t let you forget it.

“i love you, mama, love how good you feel.”

“ahhh, fuck, yesss, cameron,” you’re basically crying at this point, staring up at him in pure amazement. “love you more, daddy, love you so much more.”

the air surrounding you is thick, heavy and dense. you and cameron both recently finished your respective workouts, and now here you were with a part two to the session. both bodies practically glued together as the sweat and stickiness molds you into one.

cameron moves rougher now—a mad man on a mission. his dick incessantly slamming into you, balls slapping the end of your ass, splashing the mix of juices along both you and cameron’s lower halves. his fingertips intertwine with yours, pinning you down further as he plants his face against yours. he goes stupid. lips parted open as he mouth breathes, eyes searching all over your face for the pleasure you both share. it’s quiet for a beat, the both of you rendered silent as the way you collide snatches away your vocabulary.

you break the silence first, vibrating in cameron’s mouth as your jaw goes slack and you begin to tremble. “fuck, fuck, fuck, cammmm, i’m cumming, i’m cumming.”

it makes cameron speak, voice deep in the back of his throat as you push him into full gear. he could feel the pit forming in the bottom of his stomach as your pussy pulsates around his dick. “you gripping me so fucking tight, can barely move in this motherfucka. why your pussy so tight, baby?”

he asks as if you had the answer, but all you can do is cry out. “don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me baby, please.”

cameron folds his lips inward as his hips begin to jackhammer into you, it makes your entire body move right along with him as you hold onto the back of his strong neck for help. “yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

your ocean of a pussy pushes cameron’s dick out you completely. you begin to soak the mat as you shake and wail. cameron watches in shock for only a second before gripping his dick to slap it directly onto your throbbing clit. it makes a bigger mess at your juices splash into his face and all over your lower half. cameron tugs on his dick a few times before he’s joining you in the climax, hot cum spurting onto your chubby stomach until he’s completely undone.

“argh, fuck, shit, fuckkkk, baby.”

namaste indeed.

[piinkbenjamins]

oo sista you did that!!

[dr3amy4eva]

Be it Rain or Shine

"you're forever mine..."

Cameron Cade x F!reader (childhood friends - lovers)

Synopsis: Your bond is tested after a culmination of events leads to hidden wants and needs being brought to the surface

Warnings/tags *MDNI*: college au, sub!Cameron Cade with switch undertones, angst (a tad dramatic), misunderstandings, hidden feelings, jealousy, violence (*not against reader*), explicit language, fluff, smut, oral (f!recieving) cowgirl, sprinkle of edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, piv, dirty talk, creampie, aftercare, mentions alcohol & smoking

WC: 11.7k (damn near a very short story, so sorryyy fr)

A/N: feel like it’s been ages but this one will officially mark the summer shift and next post (very soon) will be from the request on my previous post but I figured I’d keep them in order !! The drama in this.. LOL hope you enjoy !!!

Title is also definitely “how does it make you feel” by Victoria Monet, heavyyy in the rotation for this one along with “speechless” by Michael Jackson, these song combos… everything, srsly!

Choosing to study in Cameron’s room this time rather than the library was proving to be impossible. With him being fortunate enough to have his own single, you two got comfortable on his bed. Crossing your legs, you sat at the head of his bed. He rested his back against the wall, facing the door. You weren’t even twenty minutes in yet before he started begging you to come to his football game. Specifically, for you to come sit in the family and friends section again. In his own words: “this one is important for real”.

“For me at least?!”

“No”.

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pl-”

Fully looking up from your notebook now, you glared at him before he could utter the word. “Cam, no. I already told you I’m not doing that shit again! The regular bleachers will do just fine”. You already planned to go, however you had been adamant on not sitting in the same section. Assuming that meant you weren’t going at all, Cameron made sure to lay it on thick. He learned early on in your friendship that there was an 85% success rate if he annoyed you enough to the point you’d give in.

He laughed, swatting your ankle. “C’Monnn, I promise this time will be different”. Pausing as the moment replayed in his head, he let out another snicker. “I swear on everything I’ll make sure you don’t get hit with the ball”.

You kicked at his shin, trying to conceal your laughter. “It’s not funny! The bruise is just now starting to fade”. The first-and last-time you sat front row in the family & friends section, the ball ended up striking you just above your hip.

Wrapping his hand around your calf, he gave it a squeeze. Sporting a soft smile while rubbing your skin, he voiced, “I’m sorry”. Shifting to a serious tone now, his grip trailed up, stopping below your knee. “Please come… I need you there tomorrow”.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you contemplated, taking in his expression. He was talented in that way, able to make you crack with one pleading look and that soft drop in his voice. Begrudgingly, you mumbled, “fine. But I am NOT sitting in the front row, I don’t care”.

A wide grin spread across his features before he pounced, pulling you onto his lap to trap you in a bear hug. “Thank you”. Making a small noise of surprise, you immediately slid your hands up his back. Folding your knees beside his hips for comfort, you straddled him. He lingered, absentmindedly rubbing along your hips and savoring the scent of your fragrance.

With your cheek pressed against his chest, a faint smile ghosted your lips. Wincing when his thumb accidentally swiped across your bruise, you shifted in his lap. Bringing your hands to his abdomen, you gave him a gentle nudge. “Cam”.

Quickly uttering, “sorry”, he repositioned his hands on your thighs. He leaned back, peering in the direction of your bruise before lifting his gaze. “You good?” You nodded, eyes falling to his lips for a split second. Suddenly, aware of the compromising position, you began to move off his lap. Once you slipped out of his grasp, his gaze followed while you situated yourself at the head of his bed. Glancing down, he swallowed hard, using a pillow to cover himself so you wouldn’t notice the tent growing in his sweats.

You two had been dancing around the tension for years. Never placing a name on it or giving the feelings that began to simmer over time any attention. Nothing ever happened but you both shared the same thought. It wasn’t worth losing each other if things went wrong. The friendship was too important. Plus, in your mind, if there was something on his end, it was just lust. And the thought of that alone hurt more than discovering whether or not he truly felt the same so you remained comfortable in the unknown.

“You owe me by the way”.

He was waiting for that to come. Lips curling into a smile, he asked, “What do you want?”

Continuing to write, you kept your attention focused on the page in front of you, not sparing him a glance while responding. “That’s for you to figure out, I’m sure you’ll come up with something!” Pausing your movements to raise your head, you caution, “you’ll still owe me if I’m not satisfied though so choose wisely”. You finished with a curt smile before resuming your writing.

Uttering in a hushed tone, “you’re something else for real”, he shook his head in amusement.

Ears perking up a bit, you hummed, “what was that?”

Throwing his hands up in defense, he quickly voiced, “Nothing! Didn’t say anything”.

………………

Any chance he could, Cameron would glance over towards the family and friends section, anticipating your arrival. You’d leave him on his toes a lot, but this was the one thing he could never predict with you. He started to note you’d either come fairly early or exactly when the game started but you’d never be late. Not even five minutes. Despite knowing this, he couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach until he saw your face.

Completely unaware of how much weight he had placed on you showing up, you would simply show up whenever you happened to finish getting ready. Avoiding coming in late was the only somewhat strict guideline you held yourself to. No matter how many times you’d watch him play, it never became repetitive. If anything, each game was different. Cameron was consistently sharp as a player, seemingly excelling with every play.

Football has always been the focal point of his life. To any bystander, they would see him and think he was great. To you, all you saw was his drive to become perfect. He’s never stopped. And he’d never allow himself to. Any broken bones or concussions were just a bump in the road. Cameron remained in his place as the most persistent person you’ve ever met.

A part of you was always on edge, terrified even that something would happen to him on the field one day. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop watching. Not when he slipped into that state of raw, unbridled focus. To say he’s grown since you were kids would be an understatement.

Just as warm up was winding down, Cameron watched you saunter into the stands. Spotting someone you knew, you took a seat next to them, sparking up conversation. Recognizing the crew neck you wore was the one with #5 embroidered on the wrists, he smiled at the sight. The sheer amount of merch you had accumulated continued to grow and was getting a bit ridiculous at this point, but you weren’t complaining. The quality was unmatched. Each item he’d give you would either fall in pajama territory or your closet depending on the style.

As predicted, the game ended with Cameron as the MVP, bringing in another win for the team. Making your way out of the stadium, you and your classmate paused for a moment to catch up before you left.

“Sooo what’s up with you and Cam?! How long you been on that?”

Brows furrowing in confusion now, your mood shifted as soon as the words left her mouth. Smile dwindling a bit, you questioned, “what do you mean…?” You knew what she meant but there was a reason you never outwardly spoke about him unless prompted. Majority of people who were privy of your friendship automatically assumed it was more than that. Nor would they believe it when you two clarified you’re just friends.

“How long have y’all been fucking? Or are y’all actually together?!”

“Neither actually. We’re just friends, it’s not like that”. Maintaining your composure, you were waiting for her to voice the real reason for asking.

Her expression immediately lighting up, she asked, “would you mind hooking me up then?? He looks too good around campus, I can’t believe you haven’t fucked at all!”

Forcing out a short laugh, you nodded. “You cool with me giving him your number?” Trying to ignore the twinge of discomfort settling in your stomach, you kept a tight lipped smile.

Nodding, she hummed, “Mhm, that works!”, rolling her eyes afterwards. “My brother refuses to set me up with him, I’ve stopped asking him that shit”.

Finding yourself growing increasingly uncomfortable, you let out another laugh. “No problem. I’ll see later, I have to go!” Right on cue, your phone started ringing as you began to walk back to your car.

“Hey”

“Hey, you still here?!”

“About to leave, why?”

“Give me ten minutes! Don’t leave yet”.

“I’m giving you eight, hurry up”. Hearing his laughter ring out through the phone before you hung up, a small smile came to your face. Occasionally, he would take up the opportunity to ride back to campus with you if he chose to ride with one of his teammates to the field instead of driving.

Knowing you always parked as close as possible, Cameron made a beeline for your car. Distance closing in, he saw you clearly, distracted on your phone. Taking this as a chance to scare you, he ducked down, gradually getting closer until he ran up to your window, slapping his hands on the glass. Jumping at the sudden noise, you clutched your heart, turning to see him bubbling with laughter. You glared at him, shaking your head in amusement before cracking the window. “Yea, have fun walking back to your dorm. I’m not giving you a ride!”

He swiftly rounded the car, pulling on the handle to see you had already locked it. “Wait chill, unlock the door!” Deciding to partake in the antics, you kept your finger on the button, unlocking it for a split second before locking it again. You did it one more time, laughing as he attempted to open it again before finally letting him in. He climbed in, throwing his travel bag in the back before shifting the seat as far as it could go for leg room.

The scent of his body wash immediately striking your senses, you involuntarily clench your legs. You took in his appearance, baggy gray sweats riding low on his hips with a plain white wife beater on. Gaze trailing down his bicep towards the prominent veins displayed on his forearm, you questioned, “it’s hardly 55 degrees right now, you’re not cold?”

He shook his head, expressing, “nope”, as his eyes scanned over your outfit. Lips turning up into a smile, he reached over the console, grabbing your wrist to get a clear view. This was the first time he’d ever seen you wear any of the merch he gave you with his personal number on it. Heart speeding up, he was silent for a moment. “You wore this one for me?”

Unbeknownst to him, you always wore the engraved items of clothing in private. Briefly glancing in the direction he was looking, you peered back up, almost able to see the gears turning in his head. “No, I wore it because it’s cold out. Plus, it’s comfortable”. After he chuckled at your response, you playfully pushed at his knee, rolling your eyes. “Duh I wore it for you. Didn’t you say this one was important?”

Laughing again, he nodded. “There were several scouts watching today”. You knew there was always a range of them at every game, but he wouldn’t have mentioned it unless some were from his top choices.

Many from other teams have come to scout him except for the ones he anticipated the most up until this point. “Wait… which ones from your lineup?”

A slow grin forming, he responded, “first and second”.

Unable to contain your excitement, you urged, “get out, I need to give you a hug!”, before promptly opening your door to step out. Cameron met you halfway, immediately wrapping his arms around your lower back to pull you flush against him. Bringing your hands up to reach his broad shoulders, you embraced him. Reveling in your hold, he nuzzled into your shoulder, lowering his grip to your hips.

Noticing he was reluctant to part, you ran one of your hands down his arm, caressing his bicep while mumbling, “I’m happy for you”.

Feeling him smile against you, his voice was muffled. “Knew you would be”. After another second, he lifted his head. Peering down at the sincere expression that had settled over your features, his mind was quiet. Through all the chaos that accompanied the sport, you were at the center of it, grounding him back in reality.

It was moments like these where confusion would strike you a bit. Cameron was an open book. You were well acquainted with all his cues at this stage in your friendship, yet you could never decipher what he was thinking when his eyes glazed over like this. Giving his arms a gentle squeeze, you asked, “ready to leave now?”

Nodding in response, he chimed, “I could drive if you want”.

“Yea, absolutely not Cam. You drive crazy!”

He scoffed, “Me?! I’m probably the safest driver you know”.

Amused, you raised a brow at his quip, shaking your head in disagreement against his chest. “Not even by a long shot”. Aware of him still keeping you in his grasp, you remarked, “so… you plan to let me go or…?” After he begrudgingly parted you two shared a small laugh, getting back in the car to leave.

Once you returned back to campus, a thought sprung to your mind. Shutting the car off, you casually mentioned, “oh by the way I have a number for you”.

“The girl you were sitting with…?” You nod, unlocking your phone to find it. Before you could even start the search, he quickly voiced, “I don’t want it”. At the sound of this you peered over to see his face fell flat.

Confused and slightly intrigued, you confirmed, “you sure?”

“Positive”. Jaw clenching now, he added, “I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her”. He studied your features in acknowledgement, biting his tongue.

Assuming it was nothing more than a boundary thing with his teammate, you shrugged, leaving it off with an “ok”.

Both proceeding to walk in the direction of the dorms now, Cameron asked, “can I come up tonight?”

You nodded, sending a quick message to your roommate. While Cameron was lucky enough to be alone, you were lucky enough to share an apartment with your best friend. It had just become a courtesy at this point to give a heads up even though she’d never care, occupied in her own bedroom or the living room.

Upon entering the space, Cameron made himself comfortable on the bed while you searched your dresser for pajamas. “What about the movies?” Humming in confusion, you turned to face him. “Going to the theatre, is that acceptable for you? I know you’ve been wanting to see the movie that just came out”.

Ears perking up in interest, you questioned, “when?”

“This Friday work? We can go after my practice, get food afterwards?”

A genuine smile finding its way to your face, you shook your head in approval, “Yea, I’m satisfied with that”, before venturing off towards the bathroom to change. When you left his view, Cameron’s grin widened. Nothing granted him more pleasure than making you happy.

After a few moments, you returned, wearing a loose fitting top with sweatpants, ready for sleep. Dimming the lights now, you cozy up under the covers next to him. Both mindlessly discussing how your day went while scrolling on your phones, you began drifting off. Cameron followed suit, having it in mind that he was going to rest his eyes for a bit before heading out. You two ended up falling into a deep slumber, periodically shifting your bodies throughout the night to get comfortable.

At some point, he turned to his side, slinging his arm around your mid-section. Loosely grasping his forearm, you gravitated towards his body, shuffling back against him. You stayed in that position for a few hours, unconsciously moving your body again to flip around, nuzzling into his side. He kept his arm wrapped around you, pulling you as close as possible.

Once morning came, Cameron woke up first. His eyes gradually opened, adjusting to the light peeking through your curtains until they dropped to your figure. Curled next to him, you had your face pressed onto his chest, arm resting along his abdomen. Staying quiet and still, he admired the view, feeling his heart swell. Sure, there had been other instances in the past where you two happened to fall asleep in the same bed but none like this. He’d stay like this all day, just watching the soft rise and fall of your body for comfort.

Your alarm beginning to ring out now, his thoughts were cut short. Eyes still shut, you groggily shifted, reaching to turn the sound off before bringing your arm back to its position. Slowly becoming aware, your brows furrowed in confusion. You repeatedly pat his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen underneath your fingertips. Quickly coming to the realization after a few seconds, you blinked, pushing yourself up into a seated position.

Giving him a playful shove, you turned your attention to him. Mumbling out, “How come you didn’t say anything? I didn’t know I was all over you like that”, you saw a small grin on his face.

Bypassing the twinge of emptiness, he felt when you pulled away, he casually shrugged, “I didn’t mind”. He watched as you checked the time on your phone, setting it back down with a tired groan. “What time is your class?”

“12:30 today. You?”

“Eleven”.

“Cam that’s in an hour…”

“So?”

Voicing, “What do you mean so?!”, you shoved him again, laughing at his sense of urgency. “You need to leave right now to get ready. I refuse to be the reason you’re late!”

“Damn you’re kicking me out already?! Bedside service sucks here”.

More laughter bubbling out, you urged, “yes, it does, now get up! There’s extra toothbrushes in the bathroom”. He chuckled, finally moving to head to the bathroom. Before he left, you told him to just text you the details for the movie later.

………………

Friday

Cameron now found himself in a predicament. His teammates had drilled into his head the best way to celebrate several of their top picks showing up was an impromptu party. Tonight. He didn’t want to reschedule, nor did he want to cancel on you but in that moment at practice he thought: what better way to celebrate that…?

“Ik this is last minute, but you mind if we go on Sunday? I’m exhausted rn, I’m just going to sleep in tn.”

“No, that’s fine. I understand”.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you I swearr”.

“Cam it’s fine, get ur rest. I’ll talk to you tmr”.

“You’re not mad, are you??”

“No, just take care of yourself pls. Hope you get some good sleep!”.

The guilt was quick to set in and stayed throughout the evening. As soon as he sent the first message, he felt the pit simmering in his stomach, increasing by the hour. After practice was over, he sat on his bed, contemplating whether it was the right move to actually go to the party. Damage had already been done the moment he rescheduled so in his mind, things couldn’t possibly get worse if he showed his face for an hour or two. He never lied to you, let alone left you as an afterthought so what was different now? Why did it feel so heavy?

On the opposing end, you felt a pang of disappointment when the notification popped up but brushed it off. Tried too at least. Placing your focus back on the show you were watching with your roommate, your mind drifted. It felt like there was something else he was omitting but he would’ve told you. Gnawing on your lip as anxiety began to creep in, you were quiet, thinking about what else it could be. He’ll probably tell me later.

Poorly hiding your concern, your best friend peered over, taking in the worry painted on your features. Momentarily dragged out of your thoughts, you felt a nudge on your shoulder. You Glanced over at her, releasing a small hum. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing”.

“Girl…”

“Nothing, seriously. I just… I don’t know”. You passed her your phone, showing the messages. “Am I tripping for feeling like something’s a little bit off?! Be honest”. She took a moment to read the thread, and you watched as her neutral expression morphed into one of discontent.

Shaking her head, she handed it back to you. “He’s hiding something, guarantee it”. Your face fell at her words. Despite seeing that coming, a part of you was hoping she’d lie. At least then you could really convince yourself not to overthink. Attempting to cushion her words, she encouraged, “fuck him though, don’t even give it a second thought! Come out with me tonight!” Seeing your apprehension, she grasped your hand, continuing, “pleaseee, I’ll make sure you have fun! It’ll take your mind off it!”

A smile ghosting your lips at her insistence, you caved. “Ok, fine! Where are we going?”

Gleefully squeezing your hand now, she grinned.

“Some party happening near the hub I think?? I don’t know who’s hosting but my friend said it should be a good turnout. We’ll see for ourselves though!” Checking the time on her phone, she mumbled, “oh shit…”, before launching off the couch. “Start getting ready now, we’re going to pregame!” Turning on her heels to head toward her room, she yelled out, “wear something slutty!”

Loudly laughing at her excitement, you sprung off the couch, shouting back “I will”, through your laughter.

………….

You were three shots in by the time you two arrived at the party and sure enough, the place was packed. Though you were a bit tipsy, you could’ve sworn that you’d been here before. The house looked way too familiar but not enough for you to spare more than a second thought. Immediately upon walking in, the aroma of smoke filled your nostrils accompanying the heavy bass leaking from the speakers as the music blasted.

With your arms linked, you two shuffled deeper into the house, stopping for a moment to converse with a few mutual friends. After a couple more interactions, both of you managed to navigate through the sea of people, finding the kitchen. Giggling at your best friends reaction once she spotted her drink of choice, you lost your footing for a second. Bumping into somebody hard, you turned your head a bit, muttering out, “oops, sorry about that!”

After hearing your name called, you fully swiveled, searching around to figure out who said it before looking up directly in front of you. “Brian, hey! What are you doing here?!” Pulling him in for a brief hug, he chuckled. “I’m hosting! Glad you could come”.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were having a party tonight”. It took a second for you to make the connection, but it slowly dawned on you as he continued.

“What do you mean? Cam didn’t tell you?? He said you couldn’t come!”

Keeping a smile plastered on your face, you dismissed the anger bubbling inside upon realizing he lied, twice. Shaking your head, you voiced “nope! He’s here?”

“Yea, he’s on the couch!” Eyeing you up and down, he added, “you look good by the way” ignoring him uttering “really good” under his breath, you simply nodded.

“Thanks”. Looking around to see where your friend was, you stopped in your tracks after his voice rung out again.

“You know Cam said you were off limits, but you mind if I get your number really quick…?”

“Sorry, he said what?!”

“He told us you were off limits but shit, he’ll just have to understand”.

Sobering up by the second you confirmed, “He told all of you I’m off limits?!” Once he nodded, he asked for your number again and you decided in that moment, why not? Promptly making your way out of the kitchen now, you went off to figure out where your friend might have wandered. Your mind was racing now, trying to decipher what could’ve possibly motivated Cameron to act like this.

Crossing another pathway throughout the house, your heart sunk as you caught a clear glimpse of the couch. Even at a distance you could make out Cameron’s figure. The couch had several other people occupying it and one of those happened to be Brian’s sister. Music deafening out and the people surrounding the area suddenly going out of focus, you stood there, blinking at the scene unfolding. With both her arms curled around his, she shuffled her body close, leaning against his side to murmur something in his ear. He looked disinterested, not particularly focused on her or anything going on around him and you could tell by her mannerisms that she was drunk, yet you had no time to form a thought.

“There you are, I lost you girl! Having fun yet?!”

The sound of her voice was barely enough to pull you out of the trance you were in. For a split moment, he locked eyes with you during a scan of the room. Unsure if he was seeing correctly, he squinted, eyes widening once he realized. Heart lurching, the familiar lump began forming in your throat. Quickly looking away, your vision started to blur, tears threatening to spill. Frantically looking around to find the closest exit, you urgently muttered, “I need air, I need to leave”.

Before you broke your gaze, she followed your line of sight, smile dropping and mouth parting once she saw. Immediately understanding, she linked your arms again, keeping a solid grip while she wordlessly started leading you through the crowd, out the back door. You couldn’t wipe the droplets beginning to roll down your cheeks fast enough.

………………

Unable to shake the gnawing feeling of guilt, he regretted coming to the party as soon as he crossed the threshold. He was about to walk back but was stopped by one of his homeboy’s sparking a conversation. The atmosphere was no help, only proving to be more irritating than anything. Passed up going to the movies for this shit…

Deciding to take refuge on the couch, he was quiet, only contributing to the conversations here and there. But to really top things off, it was impossible for him to stop thinking about you. About how much he’d rather be celebrating with you, alone. Consistently checking his phone to see if you might’ve messaged him again, his knee started bouncing with nerves. Wonder what she’s doing right now…

He wasn’t allowed more than fifteen minutes of peace before Brian’s sister attempted to saunter over sensually, plopping down into the little space available next to him. Any thin thread of patience he had left the moment she touched him. Brows furrowing in disgust, he was about to brush her off, standing fully to leave the party but then his eyes found you. Dawning on him how bad this shit looked, he swiftly stood up, abruptly pushing her off to barrel through the crowd.

Disappearing as quickly as he saw you, he no longer saw which direction you went. Fuck, please pick up... Heart racing now, Cameron rushed through, getting outside to call you. No answer. Call again, no answer. Sprinting to his car, he sped back to campus.

“I’m sorry”.

“Where are you??!”

“I’m coming to find you”.

“Please talk to me, let me explain”.

After several calls and messages, you put your phone on dnd, disregarding them. Fortunate enough to catch a ride back with your roommate and her current fling, she asked if you were good to walk to the apartment alone. Ensuring you were, she stayed behind while you stepped out, making your way toward that path. Frankly being completely alone right now sounded nice. You needed to clear your thoughts.

Despite being upset that he lied, the one thing that stood out to you was the “off limits” statement. There was no questioning whether or not that was true because after a bit of reflection, you realized just how obvious it was. You weren’t around all of his teammates much but the few that would circulate around him always averted their gaze, keeping interactions short and to the point. In this moment you wanted nothing to do with Cameron. At All. But the only thing you wanted right now was an explanation. Some semblance of truth that might explain his behavior.

Settling into the comfort of your room now, you sighed. Taking a seat on your bed, you finally let the tears flow freely, actively trying to wipe them as they came. It was ridiculous to even cry about something so trivial, but you couldn’t shake the image of him with Brian’s sister. The steeping knot that set in your stomach seeing him comfortable with another woman. Maybe he lied about that too…

Hearing a faint knock on the door, you grabbed a tissue, patting your eyes before stepping out of your room. Assuming it was your roommate coming up to grab something, you swung open the door, only to be met with Cameron. His heart twisted when you came into view. Spotting your tear stained cheeks, he fought the urge to reach out and swipe them away. Face growing rigid at the sight of him, you quickly motioned to shut the door. He placed his hand on it, halting the movement.

“Please, I’m not here to upset you. I just want to apologize”. Taking a few steps back from the door, you moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter for balance. Stepping into the apartment now, he rounded the other side, leaving a gap between you two. He knew better than to crowd your space when you were angry with him, having learned that lesson the last time.

“I’m giving you five minutes. Hurry up”.

“My intention wasn’t to hurt you I didn’t— I wasn’t thinking when I accepted that invite, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know that, but I promise—-”

Your frustration was rising with each word. Sharply cutting him off, you interjected, “what was it then hm? To lie for the sake of lying?!”

“No, that was a mistake. I should’ve told you the truth”.

“But you didn’t… for whatever fucking reason. I could promise you I wouldn’t have cared if you said off rip you didn’t want to go tonight anymore. Matter fact, let’s see…” You held out your hand, using your fingers to begin counting how many times he lied. “Instead of flat out telling me you’d rather go to an impromptu party, you told me you were going to sleep in. Hell, who knows if you were actually exhausted so lie number two?? Told your friend I couldn’t come, lie number three-”

His solemn expression morphed into confusion as you continued. Heart rate speeding up, he grew deeply concerned about what else Brian possibly told you. “But my favorite one— “, you paused to laugh, using air quotes now. “‘I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her’”. Brows furrowing now after listing them, you gazed at him, utterly puzzled.

He shook his head, rounding the counter to level with you. “That last statement was not a lie, I don’t. I know how it looked but I promise you she was drunk, I pushed her off me. You know I don’t want her”. You glanced down, fighting back the urge to cry as he continued. Cautiously stepping closer, he earnestly pleaded, “please believe that. The other two were lies and I apologize for even putting you in this position but please—”. He reached for your hand, soothing the back of it with his thumb.

For a brief moment you softened into his touch, resolve slipping until the words “off limit” rung in your mind. Anger spiking, you shoved him away, pushing him at his chest. “Don’t touch me!” Tears fell as your mind raced. Stepping out of his proximity, you headed into the living room, creating as much distance as possible.

He turned, watching you pace. Taken back by your demeanor, he was trying to understand what you were thinking. Anything to rationalize why you were so upset. Facing him now, you stopped, mumbling in a hushed tone, “why would you—”, pausing to clutch your stomach. “Why did you tell your teammates I’m off limits…?”

Mind going blank, Cameron felt his heart drop to his stomach. “It’s not like that— it’s not what you think, I swear”. He met you in the living room, pain flashing in his eyes when you took a step back. “I don’t want them to hurt you, that’s all—”.

“But it’s ok when you do it…?” Words sending a direct pang of guilt up his spine, Cameron shook his head. “Is that why you lied…?” He was frozen. Throat burning now, a hard lump formed.

You urged yourself to continue, trying to dismiss how excruciating the knot had grown with every thought. Voice cracking, you managed to stutter out, “how— how long have you been waiting for an opportunity…? Is that how you see me…? This…?”, motioning between the two of you. “A quick fuck??”

The silence was loud. Cameron couldn’t conjure up any thought. Struggling to breathe now, he felt like someone had punched him in his chest, winding him of air. Scrambling to stop that notion from going any farther in your brain, he frantically emphasized, “no… no, no, listen that’s not what this is to me, I’m not— “. He couldn’t help himself from coming closer, reaching out to soothe you.

It was too late. That idea had already been fully adopted, seeping into your conscious and jumbling with your own feelings for him. You were becoming increasingly distressed, throat constricting before another wave of fresh tears streamed down your face. Shaking your head in disbelief, you took another small step backwards, muttering, “stop”.

Obliging for fear of upsetting you further, Cameron stopped, dropping his extended arm. “You know how much you mean to me…? Our connection…? How could you think— when have I given you the impression that’s how I view our friendship?! I would never see you like that…”. Hearing his voice break, you were almost on the verge of pulling him in for a hug. It was clear you wouldn’t be able to rationalize your thoughts and feelings with him around you. “I don’t see you like that”.

“Please leave…”

Standing there in shock, Cameron couldn’t remember the last time he felt this gut wrenched. Reluctantly walking a few steps back, he clenched his jaw, turning to leave out. The closer he came to his dorm, the worse he felt. Once he reached his room, an uncomfortable, stinging ache took root in his chest. Vision blurring, he ran a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes to prevent any tears from coming. He didn’t care how damaged things felt right now, determined to repair it no matter what.

Eventually you calmed down enough to think without tears welling in your eyes. You laid in bed, chronologically replaying the day in your head. Confused even more now, his demeanor throughout the conversation continued flashing. And while you were Initially unsure about whether he was being honest, you weighed that single factor. The one thing he could never mask was his hurt. Not with you. He never tried to.

The following morning, Cameron had to force himself not to call or text you, wanting to respect your space. Deciding to continue with his routine, he buried the growing concern steeping into his mind as each day passed without a word from you. There was only one other time in your friendship where you weren’t speaking to each other. That instance was in middle school and ended up lasting for one week.

This, however, was becoming uncharted territory, having reached the seven day mark. Now, beginning to stay up longer than normal, Cameron’s sleep gradually deteriorating. It took everything in him just to wait for a call. A text. Anything from you indicating you were ready to talk but it never came. The anxiety from simply missing your presence peaked on day twelve at his next home game.

Since that night, you went into overdrive, making yourself busy to avoid that feeling. The lingering craving of wanting him around, needing him next to you, combined with the disappointment you felt. Knowing exactly what you felt when looking at him went far beyond the platonic realm, you refused to indulge. Not if there was any shred of him that only viewed you in a sexual manner, completely disregarding the essence of your connection. Unable to bring yourself to go to his game, you stayed in, choosing those hours to study. To make matters worse, you received a message from an unknown number, grimacing when you realized who it was. You rolled your eyes at the tacky line, fully regretting giving him your information in the heat of the moment. At least that decision to block him came quickly with zero contemplation.

First down came and went and you still weren’t here. Cameron had come to terms with the fact that you weren’t coming. But he didn’t anticipate that throwing him off to the degree it did. One mistake was rare and barely tolerable depending on the severity. Three was a major fuck up in his eyes. He couldn’t reconcile with misalignment in his life. Not with you, not with football, and certainly not at the same time. They still won the game but that didn’t matter to him. Knowing that wasn’t his best was enough to send him down a spiral.

His homeboys noticed his mood shift and suggested going to another party as a remedy. Cameron knew that wouldn’t do anything to take his mind off of the game… nor make the ache that had twisted into a wrench in his chest disappear. But at least it’d keep him busy. Being around other people and thinking about you felt more productive than doing that while he was alone. It was unavoidable though.

Smoking outside with two of his teammates, Cameron only started listening when one of them mentioned Brian.

“He will not shut the fuck up about her”

“At all. It’s starting to piss me off, for real!”

Chiming in, Cameron asked, “who?”

“Some girl he met at his party a couple weeks ago. He trying to be mysterious and shit, talking about she’s cool with his sister”.

Settled into a low buzz now, Cameron completely tuned out everything else they started saying. Falling quiet again, he felt a twinge of jealousy spark, quickly rolling into a steady buildup of anger. It was easy putting two and two together that you were the girl they spoke of. Going back into the party to confront him, he kept it in the back of his mind not to take it past a simple conversation. Despite this, his temper increased the longer it took to find him. Hardly gentle as he glided past people, he stopped upon hearing a random voice yell his name. “Yoooo Cam! Man, what’s up with you?!”

Growing tense, he clenched his jaw, hardening his facial expression as the person approached, walking up to his side. “Haven’t seen you fumble that bad in second quarter before-”. Cameron heard the ringing in his ears become increasingly loud, blocking out the music and conversations around him. He began to move again, ignoring the voice before he reached his tipping point. “Is it the bitch you hang with all the time? What’s her name? She stop giving you pussy or somethi—“, and that final statement was enough to drive him there.

Swinging around to piece him in his jaw, Cameron delivered two more strikes, knocking him off balance. The guy stumbled, landing on the floor before another hit connected. Still moving in to punch him again, Camerons teammates stopped him. Forced to back off now, he jolted out of their grasp, moving to leave the party. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the inevitable consequences of his actions nor about the people standing around murmuring in a hushed tone at the commotion. Not with you flooding his mind.

Traveling back to campus as quickly as possible, he went directly to your apartment. He was contemplating for a minute, standing at the door wondering if he should just leave instead. But before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked. Ears perking up from the couch, you glanced over in the direction. Heading over to open it now, your breath hitched as Cameron came into view. You took in his appearance, worry falling onto your features at the sight of his red eyes sending a quiet plea. “Can we talk? Please…?”

Silently, you nodded, giving him space to come in. He shut the door, beginning to follow as you led him to your room. Sitting on the bed now, you crossed your legs, waiting for him to sit down too. Cameron tentatively walked over, placing himself right in front of you. Quietly asking, “what happened…?”, you were concerned looking at him.

From the side view of his face, you couldn’t fully decipher what was going on, he just seemed off. Gaze scaling down his arm, you reached out, grasping his forearm to look at his knuckle. Heart clenching, you dragged his hand into your lap, gently running your thumb along the light bruise forming. “You got into a fight?”

Cameron finally turned to look at you, his voice catching in his throat when he did. He was fixated on your soft expression and the warmth from your touch before he urged himself to speak. “A small one but that’s not why I came here”. You peered at him intently, almost forgetting why you were initially upset in the first place. Bringing your other hand over to faintly trace the skin on his wrist out of reflex, you signaled you were listening.

“I came to apologize again and tell you the truth…” He gripped your hand, squeezing before voicing, “no matter what though… promise me we’ll still be ok”. His face growing serious now, you became nervous to hear what he had to say.

Mumbling, “I promise”, your heart beat sped up.

“I went about things the wrong way. I’m sorry for how that night went… for making you cry”. A pang of guilt hit his stomach when the image flashed in his head. Tilting your head, you analyzed his expression. You quietly reached the understanding that all of his apologies were genuine, the pain in his eyes unmistakably reflected with his words.

Offering him a small smile, “I forgive you”, dropped from your lips.

“You haven’t heard the truth yet though”

Laughing at his response, you doubled down. “And? I still accept your apology. But continue, I might revoke that depending on how bad it is”. You saw him crack his first smile, visibly relaxing once you lightened the mood. He then gazed in your lap, memorizing how the pads of your fingertips felt along his skin in case things went south again. Feeling an onset of anxiety creep in, he tensed up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

You were weary now. Cameron was hardly ever this serious. This was your first time seeing him so nervous to tell you something.

Bringing his gaze back to your face, he started, “I meant everything I said when we spoke. The only reason I told them you’re off limits is because I don’t think they’d give you the love you deserve. I don’t ever want you thinking I’m just waiting for an opportunity. That’s not how I feel about you… or what I’m thinking when I look at you”.

Upon seeing his eyes gloss over, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. “What are you thinking about right now…?”

“How much I missed you… how receptive you’d be if I tell you how I really feel”

“Don’t make me guess…” you were curious, rubbing his arm as you urged, “tell me”.

“I need you… Whether I’m with you or simply hearing your voice, that’s all I need”. Cameron felt his heart sink. Maybe it wasn’t too late to say he was joking but he had already gotten this far. “I’m in love with you”.

Looking at him in a state of shock, your smile faded. “Cam…” He grasped your other hand before you could pull away.

Panicked at your reaction, he declared “nothing has to change, we can forget about this conversation, I promise”. Fixing your gaze on his arms, you were quiet. “I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you…” A surge of emotions coming on now, you felt your heart skip a beat. Certain that he made things worse, Cameron started pleading. “Fuck, I’m sorry”. Feeling his throat tighten, he quietly begged, “please, don’t shut me out again, I’m sorry”.

Disconnecting from him, you moved off the bed. Cameron prepared to leave until you walked in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Easing into your body, he circled your waist, pulling you close. Still too far apart for his liking, he brought his hands down to your thighs, hauling you up onto his lap. Both lingering in the soothing embrace, you ran your nails along his upper back. Voice muffled, you filled the silence. “What if I feel the same way?” He smiled into your skin, dragging a hand up your spine in response.

Lifting his head to peer at you, he questioned “do you?”

“What do you think…?” You cupped his jaw, turning his head to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I need you just as bad”. Heat creeped up Cameron’s neck from the gesture. He returned it, moving his hands down to squeeze your hips. Stopping yourself from grinding against him, you changed the subject. “Are you staying tonight?”

“You should know better than to ask that. I’m not going anywhere”. Starting to pepper your neck with pecks, he couldn’t hold back his smile. “You don’t know you’re stuck with me now? I got to show you?”

His pecks growing ticklish, a small laugh escaped you. “Nooo, I already was! Is it too late to take it back?!” He paused, staring at you with a blank expression before his smile widened. Clutching your waist for a single moment, he started tickling one side, drawing out more laughter. You squirmed in his lap, but he reinforced his hold, keeping one arm wrapped around your lower back.

He ignored your attempt at pushing his hand away, continuing his movements. A chuckle falling past his lips, he teased, “say that again?!” You started shifting uncontrollably, gripping his arm.

Bubbling out, “s-stop!”, your head fell to his shoulder. Before you could catch your breath, he swiftly switched sides, clutching you closer as his opposite hand began moving.

“Nah say that shit again, I didn’t hear you!” Squeezing your eyes shut as his chuckling rang out, you started patting his arm.

Stuttering out, “p-please”, you involuntarily cinched your knees beside him. Shortly after that, he stopped, reveling as you tried catching your breath. You playfully pushed at his chest, warning, “wait until later. Trust, I’m not forgetting this!”

Nipping at your neck, he goaded, “counting on that”. Emitting a faint moan, your hands dropped to his abdomen. Cameron clenched his jaw, rubbing the flesh on your thighs. He had to wait. Needed to wait until you initiated. Then he’d allow himself to indulge but until then he was grateful taking any instance of closeness from you.

“Go take a shower first, I’m not letting you sleep in my bed with outside clothes”.

“Yes ma’am”.

You had already been ready for bed by the time Cameron showed up at the door. A loose fitting shirt emulating his jersey with a pair of black shorts and fuzzy socks. Finding amusement in the fact he hadn’t made a single comment on it yet, you patiently waited, knowing it was coming at some point. While he was in the shower, you went ahead and grabbed an ice pack and a pair of his sweats from the stash of clothes he kept here.

Hearing footsteps now, you peered in that direction, subtly clenching your thighs when he appeared. With just a towel hanging low on his hips, your eyes focused on his happy trail then down to the imprint curved into the material. Silently exchanging a look, you handed him the pants, turning your body to the side while he got dressed. After a substantial amount of time, you asked, “are you done?” Instead of giving a response, Cameron launched on you, hovering above your back. “This is your second strike by the way”. Shifting under his full weight, you felt the fabric rub along your skin, brushing against his dick in the process. You twisted your hands in the sheets, a swirl of arousal pooling in your stomach. “Move”, slipped out breathier than you’d like.

Staying impossibly still, he leaned in towards your ear. “Say please”.

Biting back a moan, you stated, “No”. Your breath caught in your throat when his length twitched against your ass.

He might’ve just been high on emotions, but Cameron could’ve sworn you moulded perfectly against him. “I’m not moving then”.

Savoring how heavy he felt pressed into your body, you tried crossing your legs to alleviate the pressure building between them. You knew the desire would be bad when it came down to it, but you couldn’t have prepared for this at all. Already feeling your head spin, you plead, “Cam…”

Cameron finally took heed when he saw how flustered you were becoming. Gliding off to sit next to you now, he watched as you sat up, reaching for the ice pack on your nightstand. You wordlessly straddle his lap, pulling his arm in between the space to study his knuckle. “What happened…?” Gazing up after placing the ice over the swelling, you included, “and don’t be vague either”. For as long as you’ve known him, he had always been mild-mannered, not easy to enrage. And if he ever did have those moments, they had been few and far between on the field.

Resting his other hand on your thigh, he began kneading the skin for comfort. “random person ended up approaching me at a party talking about my performance in the game then mentioned you, that’s it”

You were curious but you wouldn’t even bother asking Cameron what the guy said. He wouldn’t budge if it was something disrespectful. Seeing his mood shift, he averted his gaze and went quiet. To prevent him from falling into the same pattern of overthinking, you attempted to nudge him. Softening your voice to ask, “is it the game…?”, you started wondering if you could’ve been the cause. “Or me…?”

At the sound of your tone, Cameron raised his head, spotting a glint of worry behind your eyes. Shaking his head, he encompassed your waist. “It’s not you I just— I should’ve done better… the amount of mistakes I made…”. His mind veered off, replaying each one in full detail.

Drifting your hand to his abdomen, you soothingly rubbed along the planes on his stomach. “How many?”

“Three…” he looked down at his hand, avoiding your gaze again.

You shook your head at his answer. “You push yourself way too hard”. Cupping his jaw to tip his face up, you rubbed circles into his skin, continuing to speak. “Making a few mistakes in one game doesn’t reflect on your value as a player. I’d be a tad concerned if you never made any mistakes at all”.

Staring at you with a smitten gaze, he cracked a smile. “How do you do that hm?”

Spotting the playful glimmer in his eyes, you raised a brow. “Do what?”

“Always saying the right stuff. No matter the situation, you always do that… how?”

You shrug, “I have my moments, I don’t know”, ending your response with a smile.

Cameron laughed, shifting the ice pack off his hand to wrap both his arms around you. Pulling you in for a hug, he muttered into your neck, “thank you”.

Flush against him now, your arms circled his neck. “You’re welcome”.

His hands trailed up your spine, running along the fabric of your shirt. This one had his number engraved on both sides. “I like the pajamas by the way, you look good”. He couldn’t see the vindicated smile that had formed on your face, but he felt the vibration from your laugh.

“Thank you, I like them too”.

Cameron realized out of all the evenings he spent with you, not once has he seen you wear it for sleep. “Had no idea you wore the merch to bed. I bet you do this shit a lot don’t you?”

“Don’t get cocky!” You both laughed after you spoke. After a small pause, you reluctantly admitted, “but yes... maybe”. Knowing there was a minuscule chance you’d regret telling him the reason, you did so anyway. “Makes me feel close to you… and it really is just comfortable honestly”.

Warmth filling his chest now, Cameron leaned back to get a look at you with a heavy glaze of affection in his eyes. Wetting his lips, he asked, “you missed me…?”

Holding back tears at the expression he wore, you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. Adjusting your place in his lap to get even closer, you whispered, “Talking to you, watching you play, all of it…”. Cameron pressed a kiss to your cheek, moving his hands down to massage your thighs. You did the same, peppering kisses across his jaw before placing a light one on his mouth. As soon as you pulled back, he followed, reconnecting your lips.

Feeling his hands drift up to your ass, you moaned when his length grazed the fabric of your shorts. Pulsing around nothing, a dull ache set in your core. You deepened the kiss, bringing one hand over to rest in his cheek. Cameron groaned, twitching underneath you as a sharp pang of thirst hit his stomach. Spurred on now, you rolled your hips, grounding against his dick at a gradual pace. Parting for air, you continued your movements, watching his reaction with every motion.

The sight was enough to send your mind reeling. Eyes hanging low and mouth parted, Cameron guided you back and forth. Slipping your hand down to his neck, you tip his jaw up slightly, tracing your thumb across the skin. The two of you exchanging soft breaths while staring, a whimper spilled out of you when one particular circle caused him to nudge your clit. Despite the boundaries of the fabric being thin, it was still too much.

Momentarily disconnecting from him to pull your shirt off, Cameron’s breath hitched. Eyes dropping to your breast, he squeezed your hips, mumbling in a hushed tone, “so beautiful”. You circled his shoulders again, leaning in flush against him now. He lapped at the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking and nipping to form a love bite. Mouth falling open to let a moan out, your movement faltered. Your nails raked along his skin as he traveled up to your jaw, inching towards your lips.

Cameron trailed his hands back down to your ass, finding a steady flow grinding you back and forth. The friction paired with the glide of his tongue began to cause your arousal to seep through the material. Dropping one of your arms to grasp his bicep, you clung to him as the pressure grew. He briefly parted to teasingly bite your bottom lip before reattaching. Starting to knead your flesh again, he brought out another moan from you.

Knowing he was close to the edge, Cameron halted your movements, attempting to prolong it until he no longer could. Breathing heavy, he checked, “you want to continue...?”

You nodded, responding “yes”, before involuntarily cinching your legs beside him.

“Can I taste you then…?” He already looked halfway intoxicated taking in your features. Rubbing smooth circles into the skin on your waist, his voice came out in a quiet tone. “Want to make you feel good…”.

You thumb at his bottom lip, the image of his face stuffed between your legs sending a tingle through your stomach. Nodding again, you moved out of his lap to lay down. He settled on top of you in between your legs, planting lingering kisses on your neck. Grasping his arms, your mouth parted when he sucked on your breast. Cameron flicked his tongue over your nipple, gently swirling the bud in between his teeth before drawing his attention to next, giving it the same love. Treading lower now, he showered your stomach with pecks until reaching the waistband of your shorts. His eyes were glued as he slowly dragged them off your legs.

Wetting his lips at the sight, he parted your thighs. Lying on the bed now, he drew his gaze up your body, leaving open mouthed kisses on each leg. Rubbing his forearms circled around your flesh, you met his eyes with a soft smile. Any sort of constraint he had flew out the window when he tasted you. Licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit, he rolls his tongue around it. You drop one hand in the sheets, bracing yourself after seeing the switch behind his pupils.

Dipping back down to stuff you, Cameron’s nose nudged your clit with every curl of his tongue. Setting a steady rhythm, his groan reverberated through your body. Chest rising and falling, you squeezed his arm, breathing out a quiet, “fuck”. He watched your reactions closely, noting the involuntary twitch in your thighs when he lapped at your bud. The way your bottom lip quivered before you bit it.

Your head lolled back into the pillows when he tightened his hold, pushing your thighs flush against him. Alternating between slow and fast movements, he gathered your arousal with every stroke. Back arching now, you twisted your hand in the sheets, attempting to roll your hips in tandem. The pressure in your stomach growing immensely, you released a shaky moan, shutting your eyes. Cameron flattened his tongue on your clit, motioning his head side to side before increasing the pace.

Relentless in his pursuit to make you orgasm, he latched onto your bud, rapidly flicking his tongue around it. Reaching a hand up to simultaneously massage your breast, he rolled each nipple between his thumb and index finger before palming one. Bringing your hand out of the sheets, you clung to him, digging your nails into his arm. Brows furrowing, you plead, “d- don’t stop”. Cameron was aching, desperate for relief as he twitched in his sweats. The friction from the covers only made it worse.

With another stimulating flick of his tongue triggering your orgasm, your thighs trembled around his head. Emitting a loud moan, you writhed under him while he continued. He smothered himself, delving in between your folds to catch all of your juices. Through the aftershocks of pleasure, the vibration from his groan caused you to peer down. The sight made your stomach tense again, sending a tremor up your spine. Mouth moving slowly now, his eyes were closed to fully savor everything you gave him. Squeezing his arms, you uttered, “Cam- “.

Cameron opened his eyes, the sound of your voice catching his attention. He massaged each breast again before grabbing your hip. Reluctantly detaching, he lifted himself up from his position. Palming your thighs, his voice held a rasp. “Too much?” Still in a dazed state, you were silent for a second as you looked at him. Everything about him was enough to send a spiral through your core but seeing him look so sated with half his face covered in your slick was an entirely different experience.

Needy for more, you shook your head no, reaching out for him. Eager to close the distance, he settled on top of you, melding your lips together. Tasting yourself on his tongue sent another whirl of heat through your stomach. Trailing your nails along his back, you parted to breathe out, “lay down”. He listened, rolling off to lay next to you. Cameron watched you kneel next to him, dipping your finger in the waistband of his sweats. “Can I…?” Immediately nodding in response, his heart raced at the thought.

You had already assumed he must’ve been well endowed from a few glimpses of his print, yet you still weren’t prepared when you tugged on his pants. Cameron saw the gears turning in your head. Your thighs shifted for relief when he came into view. Lengthy with a slight curve, good girth, and a few prominent veins throbbing when he twitched. Throwing your leg over his waist to straddle him now, you sat on his lap, placing your hands on his chest. He grasped your hips, letting out a harsh breath as you glide his dick in between your folds. After taking a minute to admire how he looked, you sealed your lips over his, continuing the back and forth motion.

Breathing out against his lips, “you want to feel what you do to me?”, Cameron twitched, feeling a bead of precum dribble out onto his abdomen.

Begging with his eyes, he murmured a low, “please”.

Running your hand up his neck to cup his jaw, you tilted his head, pressing a line of kisses on his cheek. Once you reached his ear you sweetened your tone. “Please what…?” You released a quiet moan when he unintentionally caused his tip to graze your clit from a desperate jerk of his hips.

Applying more pressure to your waist, it took everything in him not to buck his hips in sync. “Please let me feel you…”. He tilted his head in your direction, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Please…”.

Turning your head to connect your lips, the kiss quickly deepened. Lifting your hips to leave enough space, you nipped at his bottom lip, voicing, “go ahead”. Cameron took your cue, reaching underneath your thigh to line himself up with your entrance. Beginning to gradually descend, you kept your gaze focused on his face to distract yourself from the increasing stretch. Lips parted in awe with his eyes zoned in on yours, he was officially gone. You blinked a few times, clenching around his dick after he fully bottomed out. Though the pressure was there, your arousal had soothed the feeling. Doing an experimental roll to test the pain, all you were met with was pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.

Unable to hold in a throaty groan, his hands wandered down to your ass then your thighs, gripping on for some sort of stability. Eyes threatening to roll back, he shut them. It was too much. The warmth and wetness coming from your walls… how perfect you looked in this position… then you started to move. Raising till just his tip was left inside, you came back down in one motion. Feeling you trail your hand over towards his cheek, Cameron heard you moan out, “look at me”. He listened, grunting when you repeated the action.

Both of your hands gravitating down to his chest, you start a steady rocking motion. Fluttering around his length, you moan, “Keep them just like that”. His eyes appearing even more hooded at this angle, he maintained heavy eye contact, watching you gyrate on him. “Can u do something for me baby?” Your voice was breathless, trying to contain how close you were already.

Cameron nodded, “anything”.

“Tell me when you’re close”. You did one last roll of your hips, planting your hands towards his shoulders. Digging your knees firmly into the bed, you repeatedly bounced up and down, gaining extra traction with his guidance. Watching as he struggled keeping his eyes open now, your lips quivered when he skimmed your g-spot. His breath was staggered, each slip back down sending a ripple of arousal traveling through his body. Pulsating at the feeling, you whimper, “F-fuck, Cam”. The vulgar wet noise increasing with every impale only spurred you on.

His gaze drifted lower, zoning in on your arousal pooling at the base of his dick. Hoarsely stuttering, “I-I’m close baby”, Cameron pulled you in flush against him. Firmly curling one arm around your waist, he gripped the back of your thigh with his free hand. Your head dropped to his shoulder, a high pitched moan tumbling out at the skin to skin contact. Continuing to guide your hips in a rocking motion, he kept your body locked in place, beginning to thrust upward, meeting you each time you sunk back down.

Chiming against his ear, “hold it”, your stomach thrummed as the knot tightened, threatening to come undone with every angled thrust. Vision slipping and the noises becoming uncontrollable now, you clawed down his abdomen. He flexed under your touch, speeding up the pace.

Everything felt too good. Your breasts swaying on his chest… your uneven pants for air flowing out directly into his ear drum… the rhythmic pattern of your pulses… everything. Through the influx of sensation, Cameron twitched, mumbling something incoherent in response. Sounding like a mixture of a groan and a plea, he repeated himself. “I can’t—”, exhaling with a grunt.

Voice trembling with your unsteady breath, you moan, “You said you’d do anything…”

Upon hearing your tone, Cameron quickly jumbled off, “I will, f-fuck I will, you know that”.

Whimpering, “show me”, that was all Cameron needed. He caught you off guard, snapping his hips up at an alarming speed now. Desperately grasping onto his arm, your body shook. Before your impending orgasm completely took over, you managed to stutter, “you can—, o-oh fuck, you can cum Cam! You can cum baby!”

As his entire body tensed, he was able to murmur a quiet, “thank you”, finishing with a hoarse groan. The sudden feeling of your palm resting on his cheek paired with one more drag of your hips made him swell. Nothing measured up to the way you felt wrapped around him. You clamped down hard, warmth oozing from your core and treading throughout your body, you closed your eyes. Shuddering, he coated your walls, prolonging your orgasm. You two came back down after several moments of listening to the quick thrum of your heartbeats. Starting to rub soft circles onto your skin, he kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”

Emitting a sigh of content, you hum, “like I could run ten laps. Of course, not physically right now but internally? Yeah”. Snickering when his laugh vibrated against your body, you lifted your head. “What about you hm?”

“Feel the exact same”. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips before resting your head back on his shoulder.

After cleaning up and getting comfortable under the covers now, you draped your leg over his hip. You focused on his chest, eyes absentmindedly following the movement of your finger trailing side to side. With his head slightly tilted down to see you clearly, Cameron was staring. He held onto your thigh, pondering over the proper way to make things official. Assuming that was already clear and asking outright at the moment both seemed too casual for options but he needed you to know he was serious. Breaking the silence, he blurted, “Can I take you out on a date today?” Heart rate speeding up when you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze, he cleared his throat, adding “in the evening I mean. For dinner if you’re free…?”

Lips curling into a smile, you noticed the thread of nervousness in his voice. Refraining from making a joke, you simply nodded, “and where will we be going?”

“I have a new place in mind. I promise you’ll like it though”.

“Oh, I see…”, you squinted, humming in response. “You must be trying to surprise me if that’s all the info I get”.

“I am”. He chuckled, “don’t expect me to tell you, it’s not going to work!”

You were well versed in pulling information out of him. “I won’t pry, I swear!” Despite his words, it would be extremely easy to get it out of him if you persisted. Deciding against doing so, you’d let him have this one and simmer in your curiosity until later. Your face subtly began to morph into concern when you spotted his eye bags. Making sure you were seeing properly, you tipped his chin downward, getting a closer look. “Have you been sleeping…?”

He hesitated before voicing, “Yeah”.

“Cam…”

His eyes briefly glanced away. “I have… not well but I have”. Seeing a small frown develop now, he tried to offset the mood with a laugh. “What? How bad do they look?!”

“It’s not that they look bad, I just— “, you paused, moving your hand back down to his chest. “I didn’t think you’d be losing sleep”.

“Shit I already knew when I left that night. Was gonna call you out of reflex so many times but I was really trying to give you space”. Breaking into a fit of laughter, you leaned against him, hiding your face. He began laughing with you, confused at your reaction. “What?”

After your laugh died down, you moved back, admitting, “I was too. I almost caved on like the third day, but I figured you wouldn’t feel like talking and I didn’t know what to say…”

“So, we went two weeks…” Briefly exchanging a similar look when the realization set in that the misery was mutual, you both immediately broke into a fit of laughter. “That can never happen again. Everything felt off during that time”.

Cameron chuckled when you extended your pinky. “Promise me right now that if we ever find ourselves no contact again, one of us will break the ice if it reaches three days”.

“I’m never letting that happen again but— “, he connected your pinkies, “I promise”. You leaned in, pressing a kiss on them to seal the deal. He did the same, muttering, “just for good measure”, before giving your lips a peck. Smiling against his mouth, you gave him another. Then one more until he caressed your cheek, pulling you closer.

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[dr3amy4eva]

Be it Rain or Shine

"you're forever mine..."

Cameron Cade x F!reader (childhood friends - lovers)

Synopsis: Your bond is tested after a culmination of events leads to hidden wants and needs being brought to the surface

Warnings/tags *MDNI*: college au, sub!Cameron Cade with switch undertones, angst (a tad dramatic), misunderstandings, hidden feelings, jealousy, violence (*not against reader*), explicit language, fluff, smut, oral (f!recieving) cowgirl, sprinkle of edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, piv, dirty talk, creampie, aftercare, mentions alcohol & smoking

WC: 11.7k (damn near a very short story, so sorryyy fr)

A/N: feel like it’s been ages but this one will officially mark the summer shift and next post (very soon) will be from the request on my previous post but I figured I’d keep them in order !! The drama in this.. LOL hope you enjoy !!!

Title is also definitely “how does it make you feel” by Victoria Monet, heavyyy in the rotation for this one along with “speechless” by Michael Jackson, these song combos… everything, srsly!

Choosing to study in Cameron’s room this time rather than the library was proving to be impossible. With him being fortunate enough to have his own single, you two got comfortable on his bed. Crossing your legs, you sat at the head of his bed. He rested his back against the wall, facing the door. You weren’t even twenty minutes in yet before he started begging you to come to his football game. Specifically, for you to come sit in the family and friends section again. In his own words: “this one is important for real”.

“For me at least?!”

“No”.

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pl-”

Fully looking up from your notebook now, you glared at him before he could utter the word. “Cam, no. I already told you I’m not doing that shit again! The regular bleachers will do just fine”. You already planned to go, however you had been adamant on not sitting in the same section. Assuming that meant you weren’t going at all, Cameron made sure to lay it on thick. He learned early on in your friendship that there was an 85% success rate if he annoyed you enough to the point you’d give in.

He laughed, swatting your ankle. “C’Monnn, I promise this time will be different”. Pausing as the moment replayed in his head, he let out another snicker. “I swear on everything I’ll make sure you don’t get hit with the ball”.

You kicked at his shin, trying to conceal your laughter. “It’s not funny! The bruise is just now starting to fade”. The first-and last-time you sat front row in the family & friends section, the ball ended up striking you just above your hip.

Wrapping his hand around your calf, he gave it a squeeze. Sporting a soft smile while rubbing your skin, he voiced, “I’m sorry”. Shifting to a serious tone now, his grip trailed up, stopping below your knee. “Please come… I need you there tomorrow”.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you contemplated, taking in his expression. He was talented in that way, able to make you crack with one pleading look and that soft drop in his voice. Begrudgingly, you mumbled, “fine. But I am NOT sitting in the front row, I don’t care”.

A wide grin spread across his features before he pounced, pulling you onto his lap to trap you in a bear hug. “Thank you”. Making a small noise of surprise, you immediately slid your hands up his back. Folding your knees beside his hips for comfort, you straddled him. He lingered, absentmindedly rubbing along your hips and savoring the scent of your fragrance.

With your cheek pressed against his chest, a faint smile ghosted your lips. Wincing when his thumb accidentally swiped across your bruise, you shifted in his lap. Bringing your hands to his abdomen, you gave him a gentle nudge. “Cam”.

Quickly uttering, “sorry”, he repositioned his hands on your thighs. He leaned back, peering in the direction of your bruise before lifting his gaze. “You good?” You nodded, eyes falling to his lips for a split second. Suddenly, aware of the compromising position, you began to move off his lap. Once you slipped out of his grasp, his gaze followed while you situated yourself at the head of his bed. Glancing down, he swallowed hard, using a pillow to cover himself so you wouldn’t notice the tent growing in his sweats.

You two had been dancing around the tension for years. Never placing a name on it or giving the feelings that began to simmer over time any attention. Nothing ever happened but you both shared the same thought. It wasn’t worth losing each other if things went wrong. The friendship was too important. Plus, in your mind, if there was something on his end, it was just lust. And the thought of that alone hurt more than discovering whether or not he truly felt the same so you remained comfortable in the unknown.

“You owe me by the way”.

He was waiting for that to come. Lips curling into a smile, he asked, “What do you want?”

Continuing to write, you kept your attention focused on the page in front of you, not sparing him a glance while responding. “That’s for you to figure out, I’m sure you’ll come up with something!” Pausing your movements to raise your head, you caution, “you’ll still owe me if I’m not satisfied though so choose wisely”. You finished with a curt smile before resuming your writing.

Uttering in a hushed tone, “you’re something else for real”, he shook his head in amusement.

Ears perking up a bit, you hummed, “what was that?”

Throwing his hands up in defense, he quickly voiced, “Nothing! Didn’t say anything”.

………………

Any chance he could, Cameron would glance over towards the family and friends section, anticipating your arrival. You’d leave him on his toes a lot, but this was the one thing he could never predict with you. He started to note you’d either come fairly early or exactly when the game started but you’d never be late. Not even five minutes. Despite knowing this, he couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach until he saw your face.

Completely unaware of how much weight he had placed on you showing up, you would simply show up whenever you happened to finish getting ready. Avoiding coming in late was the only somewhat strict guideline you held yourself to. No matter how many times you’d watch him play, it never became repetitive. If anything, each game was different. Cameron was consistently sharp as a player, seemingly excelling with every play.

Football has always been the focal point of his life. To any bystander, they would see him and think he was great. To you, all you saw was his drive to become perfect. He’s never stopped. And he’d never allow himself to. Any broken bones or concussions were just a bump in the road. Cameron remained in his place as the most persistent person you’ve ever met.

A part of you was always on edge, terrified even that something would happen to him on the field one day. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop watching. Not when he slipped into that state of raw, unbridled focus. To say he’s grown since you were kids would be an understatement.

Just as warm up was winding down, Cameron watched you saunter into the stands. Spotting someone you knew, you took a seat next to them, sparking up conversation. Recognizing the crew neck you wore was the one with #5 embroidered on the wrists, he smiled at the sight. The sheer amount of merch you had accumulated continued to grow and was getting a bit ridiculous at this point, but you weren’t complaining. The quality was unmatched. Each item he’d give you would either fall in pajama territory or your closet depending on the style.

As predicted, the game ended with Cameron as the MVP, bringing in another win for the team. Making your way out of the stadium, you and your classmate paused for a moment to catch up before you left.

“Sooo what’s up with you and Cam?! How long you been on that?”

Brows furrowing in confusion now, your mood shifted as soon as the words left her mouth. Smile dwindling a bit, you questioned, “what do you mean…?” You knew what she meant but there was a reason you never outwardly spoke about him unless prompted. Majority of people who were privy of your friendship automatically assumed it was more than that. Nor would they believe it when you two clarified you’re just friends.

“How long have y’all been fucking? Or are y’all actually together?!”

“Neither actually. We’re just friends, it’s not like that”. Maintaining your composure, you were waiting for her to voice the real reason for asking.

Her expression immediately lighting up, she asked, “would you mind hooking me up then?? He looks too good around campus, I can’t believe you haven’t fucked at all!”

Forcing out a short laugh, you nodded. “You cool with me giving him your number?” Trying to ignore the twinge of discomfort settling in your stomach, you kept a tight lipped smile.

Nodding, she hummed, “Mhm, that works!”, rolling her eyes afterwards. “My brother refuses to set me up with him, I’ve stopped asking him that shit”.

Finding yourself growing increasingly uncomfortable, you let out another laugh. “No problem. I’ll see later, I have to go!” Right on cue, your phone started ringing as you began to walk back to your car.

“Hey”

“Hey, you still here?!”

“About to leave, why?”

“Give me ten minutes! Don’t leave yet”.

“I’m giving you eight, hurry up”. Hearing his laughter ring out through the phone before you hung up, a small smile came to your face. Occasionally, he would take up the opportunity to ride back to campus with you if he chose to ride with one of his teammates to the field instead of driving.

Knowing you always parked as close as possible, Cameron made a beeline for your car. Distance closing in, he saw you clearly, distracted on your phone. Taking this as a chance to scare you, he ducked down, gradually getting closer until he ran up to your window, slapping his hands on the glass. Jumping at the sudden noise, you clutched your heart, turning to see him bubbling with laughter. You glared at him, shaking your head in amusement before cracking the window. “Yea, have fun walking back to your dorm. I’m not giving you a ride!”

He swiftly rounded the car, pulling on the handle to see you had already locked it. “Wait chill, unlock the door!” Deciding to partake in the antics, you kept your finger on the button, unlocking it for a split second before locking it again. You did it one more time, laughing as he attempted to open it again before finally letting him in. He climbed in, throwing his travel bag in the back before shifting the seat as far as it could go for leg room.

The scent of his body wash immediately striking your senses, you involuntarily clench your legs. You took in his appearance, baggy gray sweats riding low on his hips with a plain white wife beater on. Gaze trailing down his bicep towards the prominent veins displayed on his forearm, you questioned, “it’s hardly 55 degrees right now, you’re not cold?”

He shook his head, expressing, “nope”, as his eyes scanned over your outfit. Lips turning up into a smile, he reached over the console, grabbing your wrist to get a clear view. This was the first time he’d ever seen you wear any of the merch he gave you with his personal number on it. Heart speeding up, he was silent for a moment. “You wore this one for me?”

Unbeknownst to him, you always wore the engraved items of clothing in private. Briefly glancing in the direction he was looking, you peered back up, almost able to see the gears turning in his head. “No, I wore it because it’s cold out. Plus, it’s comfortable”. After he chuckled at your response, you playfully pushed at his knee, rolling your eyes. “Duh I wore it for you. Didn’t you say this one was important?”

Laughing again, he nodded. “There were several scouts watching today”. You knew there was always a range of them at every game, but he wouldn’t have mentioned it unless some were from his top choices.

Many from other teams have come to scout him except for the ones he anticipated the most up until this point. “Wait… which ones from your lineup?”

A slow grin forming, he responded, “first and second”.

Unable to contain your excitement, you urged, “get out, I need to give you a hug!”, before promptly opening your door to step out. Cameron met you halfway, immediately wrapping his arms around your lower back to pull you flush against him. Bringing your hands up to reach his broad shoulders, you embraced him. Reveling in your hold, he nuzzled into your shoulder, lowering his grip to your hips.

Noticing he was reluctant to part, you ran one of your hands down his arm, caressing his bicep while mumbling, “I’m happy for you”.

Feeling him smile against you, his voice was muffled. “Knew you would be”. After another second, he lifted his head. Peering down at the sincere expression that had settled over your features, his mind was quiet. Through all the chaos that accompanied the sport, you were at the center of it, grounding him back in reality.

It was moments like these where confusion would strike you a bit. Cameron was an open book. You were well acquainted with all his cues at this stage in your friendship, yet you could never decipher what he was thinking when his eyes glazed over like this. Giving his arms a gentle squeeze, you asked, “ready to leave now?”

Nodding in response, he chimed, “I could drive if you want”.

“Yea, absolutely not Cam. You drive crazy!”

He scoffed, “Me?! I’m probably the safest driver you know”.

Amused, you raised a brow at his quip, shaking your head in disagreement against his chest. “Not even by a long shot”. Aware of him still keeping you in his grasp, you remarked, “so… you plan to let me go or…?” After he begrudgingly parted you two shared a small laugh, getting back in the car to leave.

Once you returned back to campus, a thought sprung to your mind. Shutting the car off, you casually mentioned, “oh by the way I have a number for you”.

“The girl you were sitting with…?” You nod, unlocking your phone to find it. Before you could even start the search, he quickly voiced, “I don’t want it”. At the sound of this you peered over to see his face fell flat.

Confused and slightly intrigued, you confirmed, “you sure?”

“Positive”. Jaw clenching now, he added, “I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her”. He studied your features in acknowledgement, biting his tongue.

Assuming it was nothing more than a boundary thing with his teammate, you shrugged, leaving it off with an “ok”.

Both proceeding to walk in the direction of the dorms now, Cameron asked, “can I come up tonight?”

You nodded, sending a quick message to your roommate. While Cameron was lucky enough to be alone, you were lucky enough to share an apartment with your best friend. It had just become a courtesy at this point to give a heads up even though she’d never care, occupied in her own bedroom or the living room.

Upon entering the space, Cameron made himself comfortable on the bed while you searched your dresser for pajamas. “What about the movies?” Humming in confusion, you turned to face him. “Going to the theatre, is that acceptable for you? I know you’ve been wanting to see the movie that just came out”.

Ears perking up in interest, you questioned, “when?”

“This Friday work? We can go after my practice, get food afterwards?”

A genuine smile finding its way to your face, you shook your head in approval, “Yea, I’m satisfied with that”, before venturing off towards the bathroom to change. When you left his view, Cameron’s grin widened. Nothing granted him more pleasure than making you happy.

After a few moments, you returned, wearing a loose fitting top with sweatpants, ready for sleep. Dimming the lights now, you cozy up under the covers next to him. Both mindlessly discussing how your day went while scrolling on your phones, you began drifting off. Cameron followed suit, having it in mind that he was going to rest his eyes for a bit before heading out. You two ended up falling into a deep slumber, periodically shifting your bodies throughout the night to get comfortable.

At some point, he turned to his side, slinging his arm around your mid-section. Loosely grasping his forearm, you gravitated towards his body, shuffling back against him. You stayed in that position for a few hours, unconsciously moving your body again to flip around, nuzzling into his side. He kept his arm wrapped around you, pulling you as close as possible.

Once morning came, Cameron woke up first. His eyes gradually opened, adjusting to the light peeking through your curtains until they dropped to your figure. Curled next to him, you had your face pressed onto his chest, arm resting along his abdomen. Staying quiet and still, he admired the view, feeling his heart swell. Sure, there had been other instances in the past where you two happened to fall asleep in the same bed but none like this. He’d stay like this all day, just watching the soft rise and fall of your body for comfort.

Your alarm beginning to ring out now, his thoughts were cut short. Eyes still shut, you groggily shifted, reaching to turn the sound off before bringing your arm back to its position. Slowly becoming aware, your brows furrowed in confusion. You repeatedly pat his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen underneath your fingertips. Quickly coming to the realization after a few seconds, you blinked, pushing yourself up into a seated position.

Giving him a playful shove, you turned your attention to him. Mumbling out, “How come you didn’t say anything? I didn’t know I was all over you like that”, you saw a small grin on his face.

Bypassing the twinge of emptiness, he felt when you pulled away, he casually shrugged, “I didn’t mind”. He watched as you checked the time on your phone, setting it back down with a tired groan. “What time is your class?”

“12:30 today. You?”

“Eleven”.

“Cam that’s in an hour…”

“So?”

Voicing, “What do you mean so?!”, you shoved him again, laughing at his sense of urgency. “You need to leave right now to get ready. I refuse to be the reason you’re late!”

“Damn you’re kicking me out already?! Bedside service sucks here”.

More laughter bubbling out, you urged, “yes, it does, now get up! There’s extra toothbrushes in the bathroom”. He chuckled, finally moving to head to the bathroom. Before he left, you told him to just text you the details for the movie later.

………………

Friday

Cameron now found himself in a predicament. His teammates had drilled into his head the best way to celebrate several of their top picks showing up was an impromptu party. Tonight. He didn’t want to reschedule, nor did he want to cancel on you but in that moment at practice he thought: what better way to celebrate that…?

“Ik this is last minute, but you mind if we go on Sunday? I’m exhausted rn, I’m just going to sleep in tn.”

“No, that’s fine. I understand”.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you I swearr”.

“Cam it’s fine, get ur rest. I’ll talk to you tmr”.

“You’re not mad, are you??”

“No, just take care of yourself pls. Hope you get some good sleep!”.

The guilt was quick to set in and stayed throughout the evening. As soon as he sent the first message, he felt the pit simmering in his stomach, increasing by the hour. After practice was over, he sat on his bed, contemplating whether it was the right move to actually go to the party. Damage had already been done the moment he rescheduled so in his mind, things couldn’t possibly get worse if he showed his face for an hour or two. He never lied to you, let alone left you as an afterthought so what was different now? Why did it feel so heavy?

On the opposing end, you felt a pang of disappointment when the notification popped up but brushed it off. Tried too at least. Placing your focus back on the show you were watching with your roommate, your mind drifted. It felt like there was something else he was omitting but he would’ve told you. Gnawing on your lip as anxiety began to creep in, you were quiet, thinking about what else it could be. He’ll probably tell me later.

Poorly hiding your concern, your best friend peered over, taking in the worry painted on your features. Momentarily dragged out of your thoughts, you felt a nudge on your shoulder. You Glanced over at her, releasing a small hum. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing”.

“Girl…”

“Nothing, seriously. I just… I don’t know”. You passed her your phone, showing the messages. “Am I tripping for feeling like something’s a little bit off?! Be honest”. She took a moment to read the thread, and you watched as her neutral expression morphed into one of discontent.

Shaking her head, she handed it back to you. “He’s hiding something, guarantee it”. Your face fell at her words. Despite seeing that coming, a part of you was hoping she’d lie. At least then you could really convince yourself not to overthink. Attempting to cushion her words, she encouraged, “fuck him though, don’t even give it a second thought! Come out with me tonight!” Seeing your apprehension, she grasped your hand, continuing, “pleaseee, I’ll make sure you have fun! It’ll take your mind off it!”

A smile ghosting your lips at her insistence, you caved. “Ok, fine! Where are we going?”

Gleefully squeezing your hand now, she grinned.

“Some party happening near the hub I think?? I don’t know who’s hosting but my friend said it should be a good turnout. We’ll see for ourselves though!” Checking the time on her phone, she mumbled, “oh shit…”, before launching off the couch. “Start getting ready now, we’re going to pregame!” Turning on her heels to head toward her room, she yelled out, “wear something slutty!”

Loudly laughing at her excitement, you sprung off the couch, shouting back “I will”, through your laughter.

………….

You were three shots in by the time you two arrived at the party and sure enough, the place was packed. Though you were a bit tipsy, you could’ve sworn that you’d been here before. The house looked way too familiar but not enough for you to spare more than a second thought. Immediately upon walking in, the aroma of smoke filled your nostrils accompanying the heavy bass leaking from the speakers as the music blasted.

With your arms linked, you two shuffled deeper into the house, stopping for a moment to converse with a few mutual friends. After a couple more interactions, both of you managed to navigate through the sea of people, finding the kitchen. Giggling at your best friends reaction once she spotted her drink of choice, you lost your footing for a second. Bumping into somebody hard, you turned your head a bit, muttering out, “oops, sorry about that!”

After hearing your name called, you fully swiveled, searching around to figure out who said it before looking up directly in front of you. “Brian, hey! What are you doing here?!” Pulling him in for a brief hug, he chuckled. “I’m hosting! Glad you could come”.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were having a party tonight”. It took a second for you to make the connection, but it slowly dawned on you as he continued.

“What do you mean? Cam didn’t tell you?? He said you couldn’t come!”

Keeping a smile plastered on your face, you dismissed the anger bubbling inside upon realizing he lied, twice. Shaking your head, you voiced “nope! He’s here?”

“Yea, he’s on the couch!” Eyeing you up and down, he added, “you look good by the way” ignoring him uttering “really good” under his breath, you simply nodded.

“Thanks”. Looking around to see where your friend was, you stopped in your tracks after his voice rung out again.

“You know Cam said you were off limits, but you mind if I get your number really quick…?”

“Sorry, he said what?!”

“He told us you were off limits but shit, he’ll just have to understand”.

Sobering up by the second you confirmed, “He told all of you I’m off limits?!” Once he nodded, he asked for your number again and you decided in that moment, why not? Promptly making your way out of the kitchen now, you went off to figure out where your friend might have wandered. Your mind was racing now, trying to decipher what could’ve possibly motivated Cameron to act like this.

Crossing another pathway throughout the house, your heart sunk as you caught a clear glimpse of the couch. Even at a distance you could make out Cameron’s figure. The couch had several other people occupying it and one of those happened to be Brian’s sister. Music deafening out and the people surrounding the area suddenly going out of focus, you stood there, blinking at the scene unfolding. With both her arms curled around his, she shuffled her body close, leaning against his side to murmur something in his ear. He looked disinterested, not particularly focused on her or anything going on around him and you could tell by her mannerisms that she was drunk, yet you had no time to form a thought.

“There you are, I lost you girl! Having fun yet?!”

The sound of her voice was barely enough to pull you out of the trance you were in. For a split moment, he locked eyes with you during a scan of the room. Unsure if he was seeing correctly, he squinted, eyes widening once he realized. Heart lurching, the familiar lump began forming in your throat. Quickly looking away, your vision started to blur, tears threatening to spill. Frantically looking around to find the closest exit, you urgently muttered, “I need air, I need to leave”.

Before you broke your gaze, she followed your line of sight, smile dropping and mouth parting once she saw. Immediately understanding, she linked your arms again, keeping a solid grip while she wordlessly started leading you through the crowd, out the back door. You couldn’t wipe the droplets beginning to roll down your cheeks fast enough.

………………

Unable to shake the gnawing feeling of guilt, he regretted coming to the party as soon as he crossed the threshold. He was about to walk back but was stopped by one of his homeboy’s sparking a conversation. The atmosphere was no help, only proving to be more irritating than anything. Passed up going to the movies for this shit…

Deciding to take refuge on the couch, he was quiet, only contributing to the conversations here and there. But to really top things off, it was impossible for him to stop thinking about you. About how much he’d rather be celebrating with you, alone. Consistently checking his phone to see if you might’ve messaged him again, his knee started bouncing with nerves. Wonder what she’s doing right now…

He wasn’t allowed more than fifteen minutes of peace before Brian’s sister attempted to saunter over sensually, plopping down into the little space available next to him. Any thin thread of patience he had left the moment she touched him. Brows furrowing in disgust, he was about to brush her off, standing fully to leave the party but then his eyes found you. Dawning on him how bad this shit looked, he swiftly stood up, abruptly pushing her off to barrel through the crowd.

Disappearing as quickly as he saw you, he no longer saw which direction you went. Fuck, please pick up... Heart racing now, Cameron rushed through, getting outside to call you. No answer. Call again, no answer. Sprinting to his car, he sped back to campus.

“I’m sorry”.

“Where are you??!”

“I’m coming to find you”.

“Please talk to me, let me explain”.

After several calls and messages, you put your phone on dnd, disregarding them. Fortunate enough to catch a ride back with your roommate and her current fling, she asked if you were good to walk to the apartment alone. Ensuring you were, she stayed behind while you stepped out, making your way toward that path. Frankly being completely alone right now sounded nice. You needed to clear your thoughts.

Despite being upset that he lied, the one thing that stood out to you was the “off limits” statement. There was no questioning whether or not that was true because after a bit of reflection, you realized just how obvious it was. You weren’t around all of his teammates much but the few that would circulate around him always averted their gaze, keeping interactions short and to the point. In this moment you wanted nothing to do with Cameron. At All. But the only thing you wanted right now was an explanation. Some semblance of truth that might explain his behavior.

Settling into the comfort of your room now, you sighed. Taking a seat on your bed, you finally let the tears flow freely, actively trying to wipe them as they came. It was ridiculous to even cry about something so trivial, but you couldn’t shake the image of him with Brian’s sister. The steeping knot that set in your stomach seeing him comfortable with another woman. Maybe he lied about that too…

Hearing a faint knock on the door, you grabbed a tissue, patting your eyes before stepping out of your room. Assuming it was your roommate coming up to grab something, you swung open the door, only to be met with Cameron. His heart twisted when you came into view. Spotting your tear stained cheeks, he fought the urge to reach out and swipe them away. Face growing rigid at the sight of him, you quickly motioned to shut the door. He placed his hand on it, halting the movement.

“Please, I’m not here to upset you. I just want to apologize”. Taking a few steps back from the door, you moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter for balance. Stepping into the apartment now, he rounded the other side, leaving a gap between you two. He knew better than to crowd your space when you were angry with him, having learned that lesson the last time.

“I’m giving you five minutes. Hurry up”.

“My intention wasn’t to hurt you I didn’t— I wasn’t thinking when I accepted that invite, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know that, but I promise—-”

Your frustration was rising with each word. Sharply cutting him off, you interjected, “what was it then hm? To lie for the sake of lying?!”

“No, that was a mistake. I should’ve told you the truth”.

“But you didn’t… for whatever fucking reason. I could promise you I wouldn’t have cared if you said off rip you didn’t want to go tonight anymore. Matter fact, let’s see…” You held out your hand, using your fingers to begin counting how many times he lied. “Instead of flat out telling me you’d rather go to an impromptu party, you told me you were going to sleep in. Hell, who knows if you were actually exhausted so lie number two?? Told your friend I couldn’t come, lie number three-”

His solemn expression morphed into confusion as you continued. Heart rate speeding up, he grew deeply concerned about what else Brian possibly told you. “But my favorite one— “, you paused to laugh, using air quotes now. “‘I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her’”. Brows furrowing now after listing them, you gazed at him, utterly puzzled.

He shook his head, rounding the counter to level with you. “That last statement was not a lie, I don’t. I know how it looked but I promise you she was drunk, I pushed her off me. You know I don’t want her”. You glanced down, fighting back the urge to cry as he continued. Cautiously stepping closer, he earnestly pleaded, “please believe that. The other two were lies and I apologize for even putting you in this position but please—”. He reached for your hand, soothing the back of it with his thumb.

For a brief moment you softened into his touch, resolve slipping until the words “off limit” rung in your mind. Anger spiking, you shoved him away, pushing him at his chest. “Don’t touch me!” Tears fell as your mind raced. Stepping out of his proximity, you headed into the living room, creating as much distance as possible.

He turned, watching you pace. Taken back by your demeanor, he was trying to understand what you were thinking. Anything to rationalize why you were so upset. Facing him now, you stopped, mumbling in a hushed tone, “why would you—”, pausing to clutch your stomach. “Why did you tell your teammates I’m off limits…?”

Mind going blank, Cameron felt his heart drop to his stomach. “It’s not like that— it’s not what you think, I swear”. He met you in the living room, pain flashing in his eyes when you took a step back. “I don’t want them to hurt you, that’s all—”.

“But it’s ok when you do it…?” Words sending a direct pang of guilt up his spine, Cameron shook his head. “Is that why you lied…?” He was frozen. Throat burning now, a hard lump formed.

You urged yourself to continue, trying to dismiss how excruciating the knot had grown with every thought. Voice cracking, you managed to stutter out, “how— how long have you been waiting for an opportunity…? Is that how you see me…? This…?”, motioning between the two of you. “A quick fuck??”

The silence was loud. Cameron couldn’t conjure up any thought. Struggling to breathe now, he felt like someone had punched him in his chest, winding him of air. Scrambling to stop that notion from going any farther in your brain, he frantically emphasized, “no… no, no, listen that’s not what this is to me, I’m not— “. He couldn’t help himself from coming closer, reaching out to soothe you.

It was too late. That idea had already been fully adopted, seeping into your conscious and jumbling with your own feelings for him. You were becoming increasingly distressed, throat constricting before another wave of fresh tears streamed down your face. Shaking your head in disbelief, you took another small step backwards, muttering, “stop”.

Obliging for fear of upsetting you further, Cameron stopped, dropping his extended arm. “You know how much you mean to me…? Our connection…? How could you think— when have I given you the impression that’s how I view our friendship?! I would never see you like that…”. Hearing his voice break, you were almost on the verge of pulling him in for a hug. It was clear you wouldn’t be able to rationalize your thoughts and feelings with him around you. “I don’t see you like that”.

“Please leave…”

Standing there in shock, Cameron couldn’t remember the last time he felt this gut wrenched. Reluctantly walking a few steps back, he clenched his jaw, turning to leave out. The closer he came to his dorm, the worse he felt. Once he reached his room, an uncomfortable, stinging ache took root in his chest. Vision blurring, he ran a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes to prevent any tears from coming. He didn’t care how damaged things felt right now, determined to repair it no matter what.

Eventually you calmed down enough to think without tears welling in your eyes. You laid in bed, chronologically replaying the day in your head. Confused even more now, his demeanor throughout the conversation continued flashing. And while you were Initially unsure about whether he was being honest, you weighed that single factor. The one thing he could never mask was his hurt. Not with you. He never tried to.

The following morning, Cameron had to force himself not to call or text you, wanting to respect your space. Deciding to continue with his routine, he buried the growing concern steeping into his mind as each day passed without a word from you. There was only one other time in your friendship where you weren’t speaking to each other. That instance was in middle school and ended up lasting for one week.

This, however, was becoming uncharted territory, having reached the seven day mark. Now, beginning to stay up longer than normal, Cameron’s sleep gradually deteriorating. It took everything in him just to wait for a call. A text. Anything from you indicating you were ready to talk but it never came. The anxiety from simply missing your presence peaked on day twelve at his next home game.

Since that night, you went into overdrive, making yourself busy to avoid that feeling. The lingering craving of wanting him around, needing him next to you, combined with the disappointment you felt. Knowing exactly what you felt when looking at him went far beyond the platonic realm, you refused to indulge. Not if there was any shred of him that only viewed you in a sexual manner, completely disregarding the essence of your connection. Unable to bring yourself to go to his game, you stayed in, choosing those hours to study. To make matters worse, you received a message from an unknown number, grimacing when you realized who it was. You rolled your eyes at the tacky line, fully regretting giving him your information in the heat of the moment. At least that decision to block him came quickly with zero contemplation.

First down came and went and you still weren’t here. Cameron had come to terms with the fact that you weren’t coming. But he didn’t anticipate that throwing him off to the degree it did. One mistake was rare and barely tolerable depending on the severity. Three was a major fuck up in his eyes. He couldn’t reconcile with misalignment in his life. Not with you, not with football, and certainly not at the same time. They still won the game but that didn’t matter to him. Knowing that wasn’t his best was enough to send him down a spiral.

His homeboys noticed his mood shift and suggested going to another party as a remedy. Cameron knew that wouldn’t do anything to take his mind off of the game… nor make the ache that had twisted into a wrench in his chest disappear. But at least it’d keep him busy. Being around other people and thinking about you felt more productive than doing that while he was alone. It was unavoidable though.

Smoking outside with two of his teammates, Cameron only started listening when one of them mentioned Brian.

“He will not shut the fuck up about her”

“At all. It’s starting to piss me off, for real!”

Chiming in, Cameron asked, “who?”

“Some girl he met at his party a couple weeks ago. He trying to be mysterious and shit, talking about she’s cool with his sister”.

Settled into a low buzz now, Cameron completely tuned out everything else they started saying. Falling quiet again, he felt a twinge of jealousy spark, quickly rolling into a steady buildup of anger. It was easy putting two and two together that you were the girl they spoke of. Going back into the party to confront him, he kept it in the back of his mind not to take it past a simple conversation. Despite this, his temper increased the longer it took to find him. Hardly gentle as he glided past people, he stopped upon hearing a random voice yell his name. “Yoooo Cam! Man, what’s up with you?!”

Growing tense, he clenched his jaw, hardening his facial expression as the person approached, walking up to his side. “Haven’t seen you fumble that bad in second quarter before-”. Cameron heard the ringing in his ears become increasingly loud, blocking out the music and conversations around him. He began to move again, ignoring the voice before he reached his tipping point. “Is it the bitch you hang with all the time? What’s her name? She stop giving you pussy or somethi—“, and that final statement was enough to drive him there.

Swinging around to piece him in his jaw, Cameron delivered two more strikes, knocking him off balance. The guy stumbled, landing on the floor before another hit connected. Still moving in to punch him again, Camerons teammates stopped him. Forced to back off now, he jolted out of their grasp, moving to leave the party. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the inevitable consequences of his actions nor about the people standing around murmuring in a hushed tone at the commotion. Not with you flooding his mind.

Traveling back to campus as quickly as possible, he went directly to your apartment. He was contemplating for a minute, standing at the door wondering if he should just leave instead. But before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked. Ears perking up from the couch, you glanced over in the direction. Heading over to open it now, your breath hitched as Cameron came into view. You took in his appearance, worry falling onto your features at the sight of his red eyes sending a quiet plea. “Can we talk? Please…?”

Silently, you nodded, giving him space to come in. He shut the door, beginning to follow as you led him to your room. Sitting on the bed now, you crossed your legs, waiting for him to sit down too. Cameron tentatively walked over, placing himself right in front of you. Quietly asking, “what happened…?”, you were concerned looking at him.

From the side view of his face, you couldn’t fully decipher what was going on, he just seemed off. Gaze scaling down his arm, you reached out, grasping his forearm to look at his knuckle. Heart clenching, you dragged his hand into your lap, gently running your thumb along the light bruise forming. “You got into a fight?”

Cameron finally turned to look at you, his voice catching in his throat when he did. He was fixated on your soft expression and the warmth from your touch before he urged himself to speak. “A small one but that’s not why I came here”. You peered at him intently, almost forgetting why you were initially upset in the first place. Bringing your other hand over to faintly trace the skin on his wrist out of reflex, you signaled you were listening.

“I came to apologize again and tell you the truth…” He gripped your hand, squeezing before voicing, “no matter what though… promise me we’ll still be ok”. His face growing serious now, you became nervous to hear what he had to say.

Mumbling, “I promise”, your heart beat sped up.

“I went about things the wrong way. I’m sorry for how that night went… for making you cry”. A pang of guilt hit his stomach when the image flashed in his head. Tilting your head, you analyzed his expression. You quietly reached the understanding that all of his apologies were genuine, the pain in his eyes unmistakably reflected with his words.

Offering him a small smile, “I forgive you”, dropped from your lips.

“You haven’t heard the truth yet though”

Laughing at his response, you doubled down. “And? I still accept your apology. But continue, I might revoke that depending on how bad it is”. You saw him crack his first smile, visibly relaxing once you lightened the mood. He then gazed in your lap, memorizing how the pads of your fingertips felt along his skin in case things went south again. Feeling an onset of anxiety creep in, he tensed up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

You were weary now. Cameron was hardly ever this serious. This was your first time seeing him so nervous to tell you something.

Bringing his gaze back to your face, he started, “I meant everything I said when we spoke. The only reason I told them you’re off limits is because I don’t think they’d give you the love you deserve. I don’t ever want you thinking I’m just waiting for an opportunity. That’s not how I feel about you… or what I’m thinking when I look at you”.

Upon seeing his eyes gloss over, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. “What are you thinking about right now…?”

“How much I missed you… how receptive you’d be if I tell you how I really feel”

“Don’t make me guess…” you were curious, rubbing his arm as you urged, “tell me”.

“I need you… Whether I’m with you or simply hearing your voice, that’s all I need”. Cameron felt his heart sink. Maybe it wasn’t too late to say he was joking but he had already gotten this far. “I’m in love with you”.

Looking at him in a state of shock, your smile faded. “Cam…” He grasped your other hand before you could pull away.

Panicked at your reaction, he declared “nothing has to change, we can forget about this conversation, I promise”. Fixing your gaze on his arms, you were quiet. “I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you…” A surge of emotions coming on now, you felt your heart skip a beat. Certain that he made things worse, Cameron started pleading. “Fuck, I’m sorry”. Feeling his throat tighten, he quietly begged, “please, don’t shut me out again, I’m sorry”.

Disconnecting from him, you moved off the bed. Cameron prepared to leave until you walked in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Easing into your body, he circled your waist, pulling you close. Still too far apart for his liking, he brought his hands down to your thighs, hauling you up onto his lap. Both lingering in the soothing embrace, you ran your nails along his upper back. Voice muffled, you filled the silence. “What if I feel the same way?” He smiled into your skin, dragging a hand up your spine in response.

Lifting his head to peer at you, he questioned “do you?”

“What do you think…?” You cupped his jaw, turning his head to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I need you just as bad”. Heat creeped up Cameron’s neck from the gesture. He returned it, moving his hands down to squeeze your hips. Stopping yourself from grinding against him, you changed the subject. “Are you staying tonight?”

“You should know better than to ask that. I’m not going anywhere”. Starting to pepper your neck with pecks, he couldn’t hold back his smile. “You don’t know you’re stuck with me now? I got to show you?”

His pecks growing ticklish, a small laugh escaped you. “Nooo, I already was! Is it too late to take it back?!” He paused, staring at you with a blank expression before his smile widened. Clutching your waist for a single moment, he started tickling one side, drawing out more laughter. You squirmed in his lap, but he reinforced his hold, keeping one arm wrapped around your lower back.

He ignored your attempt at pushing his hand away, continuing his movements. A chuckle falling past his lips, he teased, “say that again?!” You started shifting uncontrollably, gripping his arm.

Bubbling out, “s-stop!”, your head fell to his shoulder. Before you could catch your breath, he swiftly switched sides, clutching you closer as his opposite hand began moving.

“Nah say that shit again, I didn’t hear you!” Squeezing your eyes shut as his chuckling rang out, you started patting his arm.

Stuttering out, “p-please”, you involuntarily cinched your knees beside him. Shortly after that, he stopped, reveling as you tried catching your breath. You playfully pushed at his chest, warning, “wait until later. Trust, I’m not forgetting this!”

Nipping at your neck, he goaded, “counting on that”. Emitting a faint moan, your hands dropped to his abdomen. Cameron clenched his jaw, rubbing the flesh on your thighs. He had to wait. Needed to wait until you initiated. Then he’d allow himself to indulge but until then he was grateful taking any instance of closeness from you.

“Go take a shower first, I’m not letting you sleep in my bed with outside clothes”.

“Yes ma’am”.

You had already been ready for bed by the time Cameron showed up at the door. A loose fitting shirt emulating his jersey with a pair of black shorts and fuzzy socks. Finding amusement in the fact he hadn’t made a single comment on it yet, you patiently waited, knowing it was coming at some point. While he was in the shower, you went ahead and grabbed an ice pack and a pair of his sweats from the stash of clothes he kept here.

Hearing footsteps now, you peered in that direction, subtly clenching your thighs when he appeared. With just a towel hanging low on his hips, your eyes focused on his happy trail then down to the imprint curved into the material. Silently exchanging a look, you handed him the pants, turning your body to the side while he got dressed. After a substantial amount of time, you asked, “are you done?” Instead of giving a response, Cameron launched on you, hovering above your back. “This is your second strike by the way”. Shifting under his full weight, you felt the fabric rub along your skin, brushing against his dick in the process. You twisted your hands in the sheets, a swirl of arousal pooling in your stomach. “Move”, slipped out breathier than you’d like.

Staying impossibly still, he leaned in towards your ear. “Say please”.

Biting back a moan, you stated, “No”. Your breath caught in your throat when his length twitched against your ass.

He might’ve just been high on emotions, but Cameron could’ve sworn you moulded perfectly against him. “I’m not moving then”.

Savoring how heavy he felt pressed into your body, you tried crossing your legs to alleviate the pressure building between them. You knew the desire would be bad when it came down to it, but you couldn’t have prepared for this at all. Already feeling your head spin, you plead, “Cam…”

Cameron finally took heed when he saw how flustered you were becoming. Gliding off to sit next to you now, he watched as you sat up, reaching for the ice pack on your nightstand. You wordlessly straddle his lap, pulling his arm in between the space to study his knuckle. “What happened…?” Gazing up after placing the ice over the swelling, you included, “and don’t be vague either”. For as long as you’ve known him, he had always been mild-mannered, not easy to enrage. And if he ever did have those moments, they had been few and far between on the field.

Resting his other hand on your thigh, he began kneading the skin for comfort. “random person ended up approaching me at a party talking about my performance in the game then mentioned you, that’s it”

You were curious but you wouldn’t even bother asking Cameron what the guy said. He wouldn’t budge if it was something disrespectful. Seeing his mood shift, he averted his gaze and went quiet. To prevent him from falling into the same pattern of overthinking, you attempted to nudge him. Softening your voice to ask, “is it the game…?”, you started wondering if you could’ve been the cause. “Or me…?”

At the sound of your tone, Cameron raised his head, spotting a glint of worry behind your eyes. Shaking his head, he encompassed your waist. “It’s not you I just— I should’ve done better… the amount of mistakes I made…”. His mind veered off, replaying each one in full detail.

Drifting your hand to his abdomen, you soothingly rubbed along the planes on his stomach. “How many?”

“Three…” he looked down at his hand, avoiding your gaze again.

You shook your head at his answer. “You push yourself way too hard”. Cupping his jaw to tip his face up, you rubbed circles into his skin, continuing to speak. “Making a few mistakes in one game doesn’t reflect on your value as a player. I’d be a tad concerned if you never made any mistakes at all”.

Staring at you with a smitten gaze, he cracked a smile. “How do you do that hm?”

Spotting the playful glimmer in his eyes, you raised a brow. “Do what?”

“Always saying the right stuff. No matter the situation, you always do that… how?”

You shrug, “I have my moments, I don’t know”, ending your response with a smile.

Cameron laughed, shifting the ice pack off his hand to wrap both his arms around you. Pulling you in for a hug, he muttered into your neck, “thank you”.

Flush against him now, your arms circled his neck. “You’re welcome”.

His hands trailed up your spine, running along the fabric of your shirt. This one had his number engraved on both sides. “I like the pajamas by the way, you look good”. He couldn’t see the vindicated smile that had formed on your face, but he felt the vibration from your laugh.

“Thank you, I like them too”.

Cameron realized out of all the evenings he spent with you, not once has he seen you wear it for sleep. “Had no idea you wore the merch to bed. I bet you do this shit a lot don’t you?”

“Don’t get cocky!” You both laughed after you spoke. After a small pause, you reluctantly admitted, “but yes... maybe”. Knowing there was a minuscule chance you’d regret telling him the reason, you did so anyway. “Makes me feel close to you… and it really is just comfortable honestly”.

Warmth filling his chest now, Cameron leaned back to get a look at you with a heavy glaze of affection in his eyes. Wetting his lips, he asked, “you missed me…?”

Holding back tears at the expression he wore, you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. Adjusting your place in his lap to get even closer, you whispered, “Talking to you, watching you play, all of it…”. Cameron pressed a kiss to your cheek, moving his hands down to massage your thighs. You did the same, peppering kisses across his jaw before placing a light one on his mouth. As soon as you pulled back, he followed, reconnecting your lips.

Feeling his hands drift up to your ass, you moaned when his length grazed the fabric of your shorts. Pulsing around nothing, a dull ache set in your core. You deepened the kiss, bringing one hand over to rest in his cheek. Cameron groaned, twitching underneath you as a sharp pang of thirst hit his stomach. Spurred on now, you rolled your hips, grounding against his dick at a gradual pace. Parting for air, you continued your movements, watching his reaction with every motion.

The sight was enough to send your mind reeling. Eyes hanging low and mouth parted, Cameron guided you back and forth. Slipping your hand down to his neck, you tip his jaw up slightly, tracing your thumb across the skin. The two of you exchanging soft breaths while staring, a whimper spilled out of you when one particular circle caused him to nudge your clit. Despite the boundaries of the fabric being thin, it was still too much.

Momentarily disconnecting from him to pull your shirt off, Cameron’s breath hitched. Eyes dropping to your breast, he squeezed your hips, mumbling in a hushed tone, “so beautiful”. You circled his shoulders again, leaning in flush against him now. He lapped at the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking and nipping to form a love bite. Mouth falling open to let a moan out, your movement faltered. Your nails raked along his skin as he traveled up to your jaw, inching towards your lips.

Cameron trailed his hands back down to your ass, finding a steady flow grinding you back and forth. The friction paired with the glide of his tongue began to cause your arousal to seep through the material. Dropping one of your arms to grasp his bicep, you clung to him as the pressure grew. He briefly parted to teasingly bite your bottom lip before reattaching. Starting to knead your flesh again, he brought out another moan from you.

Knowing he was close to the edge, Cameron halted your movements, attempting to prolong it until he no longer could. Breathing heavy, he checked, “you want to continue...?”

You nodded, responding “yes”, before involuntarily cinching your legs beside him.

“Can I taste you then…?” He already looked halfway intoxicated taking in your features. Rubbing smooth circles into the skin on your waist, his voice came out in a quiet tone. “Want to make you feel good…”.

You thumb at his bottom lip, the image of his face stuffed between your legs sending a tingle through your stomach. Nodding again, you moved out of his lap to lay down. He settled on top of you in between your legs, planting lingering kisses on your neck. Grasping his arms, your mouth parted when he sucked on your breast. Cameron flicked his tongue over your nipple, gently swirling the bud in between his teeth before drawing his attention to next, giving it the same love. Treading lower now, he showered your stomach with pecks until reaching the waistband of your shorts. His eyes were glued as he slowly dragged them off your legs.

Wetting his lips at the sight, he parted your thighs. Lying on the bed now, he drew his gaze up your body, leaving open mouthed kisses on each leg. Rubbing his forearms circled around your flesh, you met his eyes with a soft smile. Any sort of constraint he had flew out the window when he tasted you. Licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit, he rolls his tongue around it. You drop one hand in the sheets, bracing yourself after seeing the switch behind his pupils.

Dipping back down to stuff you, Cameron’s nose nudged your clit with every curl of his tongue. Setting a steady rhythm, his groan reverberated through your body. Chest rising and falling, you squeezed his arm, breathing out a quiet, “fuck”. He watched your reactions closely, noting the involuntary twitch in your thighs when he lapped at your bud. The way your bottom lip quivered before you bit it.

Your head lolled back into the pillows when he tightened his hold, pushing your thighs flush against him. Alternating between slow and fast movements, he gathered your arousal with every stroke. Back arching now, you twisted your hand in the sheets, attempting to roll your hips in tandem. The pressure in your stomach growing immensely, you released a shaky moan, shutting your eyes. Cameron flattened his tongue on your clit, motioning his head side to side before increasing the pace.

Relentless in his pursuit to make you orgasm, he latched onto your bud, rapidly flicking his tongue around it. Reaching a hand up to simultaneously massage your breast, he rolled each nipple between his thumb and index finger before palming one. Bringing your hand out of the sheets, you clung to him, digging your nails into his arm. Brows furrowing, you plead, “d- don’t stop”. Cameron was aching, desperate for relief as he twitched in his sweats. The friction from the covers only made it worse.

With another stimulating flick of his tongue triggering your orgasm, your thighs trembled around his head. Emitting a loud moan, you writhed under him while he continued. He smothered himself, delving in between your folds to catch all of your juices. Through the aftershocks of pleasure, the vibration from his groan caused you to peer down. The sight made your stomach tense again, sending a tremor up your spine. Mouth moving slowly now, his eyes were closed to fully savor everything you gave him. Squeezing his arms, you uttered, “Cam- “.

Cameron opened his eyes, the sound of your voice catching his attention. He massaged each breast again before grabbing your hip. Reluctantly detaching, he lifted himself up from his position. Palming your thighs, his voice held a rasp. “Too much?” Still in a dazed state, you were silent for a second as you looked at him. Everything about him was enough to send a spiral through your core but seeing him look so sated with half his face covered in your slick was an entirely different experience.

Needy for more, you shook your head no, reaching out for him. Eager to close the distance, he settled on top of you, melding your lips together. Tasting yourself on his tongue sent another whirl of heat through your stomach. Trailing your nails along his back, you parted to breathe out, “lay down”. He listened, rolling off to lay next to you. Cameron watched you kneel next to him, dipping your finger in the waistband of his sweats. “Can I…?” Immediately nodding in response, his heart raced at the thought.

You had already assumed he must’ve been well endowed from a few glimpses of his print, yet you still weren’t prepared when you tugged on his pants. Cameron saw the gears turning in your head. Your thighs shifted for relief when he came into view. Lengthy with a slight curve, good girth, and a few prominent veins throbbing when he twitched. Throwing your leg over his waist to straddle him now, you sat on his lap, placing your hands on his chest. He grasped your hips, letting out a harsh breath as you glide his dick in between your folds. After taking a minute to admire how he looked, you sealed your lips over his, continuing the back and forth motion.

Breathing out against his lips, “you want to feel what you do to me?”, Cameron twitched, feeling a bead of precum dribble out onto his abdomen.

Begging with his eyes, he murmured a low, “please”.

Running your hand up his neck to cup his jaw, you tilted his head, pressing a line of kisses on his cheek. Once you reached his ear you sweetened your tone. “Please what…?” You released a quiet moan when he unintentionally caused his tip to graze your clit from a desperate jerk of his hips.

Applying more pressure to your waist, it took everything in him not to buck his hips in sync. “Please let me feel you…”. He tilted his head in your direction, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Please…”.

Turning your head to connect your lips, the kiss quickly deepened. Lifting your hips to leave enough space, you nipped at his bottom lip, voicing, “go ahead”. Cameron took your cue, reaching underneath your thigh to line himself up with your entrance. Beginning to gradually descend, you kept your gaze focused on his face to distract yourself from the increasing stretch. Lips parted in awe with his eyes zoned in on yours, he was officially gone. You blinked a few times, clenching around his dick after he fully bottomed out. Though the pressure was there, your arousal had soothed the feeling. Doing an experimental roll to test the pain, all you were met with was pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.

Unable to hold in a throaty groan, his hands wandered down to your ass then your thighs, gripping on for some sort of stability. Eyes threatening to roll back, he shut them. It was too much. The warmth and wetness coming from your walls… how perfect you looked in this position… then you started to move. Raising till just his tip was left inside, you came back down in one motion. Feeling you trail your hand over towards his cheek, Cameron heard you moan out, “look at me”. He listened, grunting when you repeated the action.

Both of your hands gravitating down to his chest, you start a steady rocking motion. Fluttering around his length, you moan, “Keep them just like that”. His eyes appearing even more hooded at this angle, he maintained heavy eye contact, watching you gyrate on him. “Can u do something for me baby?” Your voice was breathless, trying to contain how close you were already.

Cameron nodded, “anything”.

“Tell me when you’re close”. You did one last roll of your hips, planting your hands towards his shoulders. Digging your knees firmly into the bed, you repeatedly bounced up and down, gaining extra traction with his guidance. Watching as he struggled keeping his eyes open now, your lips quivered when he skimmed your g-spot. His breath was staggered, each slip back down sending a ripple of arousal traveling through his body. Pulsating at the feeling, you whimper, “F-fuck, Cam”. The vulgar wet noise increasing with every impale only spurred you on.

His gaze drifted lower, zoning in on your arousal pooling at the base of his dick. Hoarsely stuttering, “I-I’m close baby”, Cameron pulled you in flush against him. Firmly curling one arm around your waist, he gripped the back of your thigh with his free hand. Your head dropped to his shoulder, a high pitched moan tumbling out at the skin to skin contact. Continuing to guide your hips in a rocking motion, he kept your body locked in place, beginning to thrust upward, meeting you each time you sunk back down.

Chiming against his ear, “hold it”, your stomach thrummed as the knot tightened, threatening to come undone with every angled thrust. Vision slipping and the noises becoming uncontrollable now, you clawed down his abdomen. He flexed under your touch, speeding up the pace.

Everything felt too good. Your breasts swaying on his chest… your uneven pants for air flowing out directly into his ear drum… the rhythmic pattern of your pulses… everything. Through the influx of sensation, Cameron twitched, mumbling something incoherent in response. Sounding like a mixture of a groan and a plea, he repeated himself. “I can’t—”, exhaling with a grunt.

Voice trembling with your unsteady breath, you moan, “You said you’d do anything…”

Upon hearing your tone, Cameron quickly jumbled off, “I will, f-fuck I will, you know that”.

Whimpering, “show me”, that was all Cameron needed. He caught you off guard, snapping his hips up at an alarming speed now. Desperately grasping onto his arm, your body shook. Before your impending orgasm completely took over, you managed to stutter, “you can—, o-oh fuck, you can cum Cam! You can cum baby!”

As his entire body tensed, he was able to murmur a quiet, “thank you”, finishing with a hoarse groan. The sudden feeling of your palm resting on his cheek paired with one more drag of your hips made him swell. Nothing measured up to the way you felt wrapped around him. You clamped down hard, warmth oozing from your core and treading throughout your body, you closed your eyes. Shuddering, he coated your walls, prolonging your orgasm. You two came back down after several moments of listening to the quick thrum of your heartbeats. Starting to rub soft circles onto your skin, he kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”

Emitting a sigh of content, you hum, “like I could run ten laps. Of course, not physically right now but internally? Yeah”. Snickering when his laugh vibrated against your body, you lifted your head. “What about you hm?”

“Feel the exact same”. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips before resting your head back on his shoulder.

After cleaning up and getting comfortable under the covers now, you draped your leg over his hip. You focused on his chest, eyes absentmindedly following the movement of your finger trailing side to side. With his head slightly tilted down to see you clearly, Cameron was staring. He held onto your thigh, pondering over the proper way to make things official. Assuming that was already clear and asking outright at the moment both seemed too casual for options but he needed you to know he was serious. Breaking the silence, he blurted, “Can I take you out on a date today?” Heart rate speeding up when you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze, he cleared his throat, adding “in the evening I mean. For dinner if you’re free…?”

Lips curling into a smile, you noticed the thread of nervousness in his voice. Refraining from making a joke, you simply nodded, “and where will we be going?”

“I have a new place in mind. I promise you’ll like it though”.

“Oh, I see…”, you squinted, humming in response. “You must be trying to surprise me if that’s all the info I get”.

“I am”. He chuckled, “don’t expect me to tell you, it’s not going to work!”

You were well versed in pulling information out of him. “I won’t pry, I swear!” Despite his words, it would be extremely easy to get it out of him if you persisted. Deciding against doing so, you’d let him have this one and simmer in your curiosity until later. Your face subtly began to morph into concern when you spotted his eye bags. Making sure you were seeing properly, you tipped his chin downward, getting a closer look. “Have you been sleeping…?”

He hesitated before voicing, “Yeah”.

“Cam…”

His eyes briefly glanced away. “I have… not well but I have”. Seeing a small frown develop now, he tried to offset the mood with a laugh. “What? How bad do they look?!”

“It’s not that they look bad, I just— “, you paused, moving your hand back down to his chest. “I didn’t think you’d be losing sleep”.

“Shit I already knew when I left that night. Was gonna call you out of reflex so many times but I was really trying to give you space”. Breaking into a fit of laughter, you leaned against him, hiding your face. He began laughing with you, confused at your reaction. “What?”

After your laugh died down, you moved back, admitting, “I was too. I almost caved on like the third day, but I figured you wouldn’t feel like talking and I didn’t know what to say…”

“So, we went two weeks…” Briefly exchanging a similar look when the realization set in that the misery was mutual, you both immediately broke into a fit of laughter. “That can never happen again. Everything felt off during that time”.

Cameron chuckled when you extended your pinky. “Promise me right now that if we ever find ourselves no contact again, one of us will break the ice if it reaches three days”.

“I’m never letting that happen again but— “, he connected your pinkies, “I promise”. You leaned in, pressing a kiss on them to seal the deal. He did the same, muttering, “just for good measure”, before giving your lips a peck. Smiling against his mouth, you gave him another. Then one more until he caressed your cheek, pulling you closer.

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𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 • Chapter 2

Ever since that night Tyriq had been trying to get you alone while you avoided him as best you could. You would work extra hours on your homework, suggest a girls day, you even took up tutoring other students. You hated it but you saw Tyriq less due to your schedule changes. The campus was only so big, you knew he would catch up to you eventually. You didn't know when but you also didn't know what to say when he spoke to you.

This afternoon you had to tutor one of his frat brothers. You were waiting for him to show up which you felt was a waste of time since he was always late. If you had anything else to do you would've said fuck this. You sighed letting your neck hang off of the chair. This was so stupid! Picking up hobbies you never would've done in the first place.

A chair scratches across the hardwood floor causing your head to pop up. Your eyes met with Tyriq's who's expression read sarcasm and irritation. "Didn't know you tutored."

"Tyriq, what the fuck are you doing here? Where's my student?" You whispered harshly. He chuckled before using his thumb and pointer to pinch his nose.

"Told him to take a lap." He smiled sarcastically as he leaned back in the seat.

"Are you crazy—" He laughed again before leaning towards you on his forearms.

"If you seriously thought that he was coming here to study then maybe you need a tutor more than he does." His mocking tone made your nerves burn with anger.

"Don't—"

"He's not stupid. Not smart either but not stupid. His dad is in a pretty important seat right now so I doubt he'll fail." Tyriq explained. Your anger diminished, you knew better than to tutor a bunch of spoiled brats.

You push your chair out from under you and collect your things. Tyriq does nothing but watch you quickly pack your things away. "Why are you avoiding me?"

You wanted to scoff in his face. "Does it matter?"

"I think it does when the girl I slept with leaves before I wake up." You shushed him as you looked around the library.

He scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest. "You're embarrassed."

He acted as if he had it all figured out but he didn't in the slightest. "You're the president's son."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" His laugh beyond genuine. He thought you were a fool.

"It means, how the fuck would that look? Golden boy running around—"

"A college boy doing what college boys do?" Your head snapped to his. "What?"

"You do know that I'm beyond the president's son right?" He asked before chuckling at you.

"You do know you have eyes on you at all times right?" You sassed back as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

He had that smug look on his face making you want to smack it off of him. "You don't take shit serious."

"Alright I'm sorry." He said as he walked towards your already retreating figure. You moved swiftly to get out of that library. "You really wanna get away from me."

You stopped to face him and sigh. "Yeah I do. Tyriq, that night was a one time thing. We had a heart to heart then—" He rolled his eyes as he stopped in front of you.

"We had skin to skin. There's nothing wrong with that, ❀." He threw his arms down as you watched him.

"This will never happen again, do you understand me?" You spoke sternly and pointed your manicured finger in his face. You strutted off without hearing his answer as he watched you go.

That was almost two years ago.

You could've stood on your words, could've moved to a different college, and erased him but life just doesn't work that way. Life pulls you in repeatedly until it feels like you've had enough. Your parents wouldn't let you switch schools, this was the top of the top. Where else would you go? You couldn't possibly tell them you slept with the presidents son.

Tyriq went away for a while but you couldn't remember what for. You didn't care though as long as you didn't have to see him again. As long as you didn't have to sit with the guilt of that night. Tyriq on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't wipe you out of his mind.

He could still hear the way his name rolled off your lips right when you reached your peak. He could still feel your soft skin in his hands. He could remember everything vividly and it drove him insane. Through the time he was away he could only think of you; even when he didn't want to.

The night of the big charity gala had a huge turnout. Many people from college showed up looking refined. You could remember the many faces that would once get shit-faced on a Friday night. They were all different now—more mature but just for the night. You especially felt different like something was waiting to happen.

"Stand up straight." Your mother hissed causing you to subtly roll your eyes.

Your mother hadn't changed in the slightest. She was strict and refused to show anyone the slightest bit of weakness. She was on your case all through college about your studies. As soon as you finished those she sent you to graduate school. It was daunting and you were sick of it.

"Any straighter and I'll be an ironing board." You seethed quietly as you gripped your champagne glass.

"Perfect posture—" You walked away before she could finish, greeting whoever walked towards you.

It had always been your mothers way or the highway. One slip up and you would have been living with her mother. That was no insult to you since she was a polite old woman. It saddened you that she was getting up in age, and all she wanted was to see her granddaughter and her daughter when they had time. Your mother never had time and was ashamed of her own mother. It was sickening to hear but you knew how cold your mother was.

Your heels click against the marble floors before you entered an empty room. You needed somewhere to breathe as much as this corset would let you. You wanted to slouch—to just be. You plopped down on the couch and sighed softly. Your aching back finding release from the tension you once carried.

"This is the longest night of my life." You mumbled to yourself.

You heard the doorknob jiggle causing you to spring upwards. You smooth out your dress and fix your posture. You assumed it was the many people your parents had you meet throughout the night. "Sorry, I was just leaving—"

Your voice caught in your throat when he emerged. His hair was cut clean and his suit fit him perfectly. You hadn't seen him in so long, and yet not much had changed about him. His eyes met yours with an intense stare.

"Long time no see." He smirked at you as he closed the door behind him. Your eyes didn't leave his figure as he walked closer to you.

"I was just leaving." You repeated before moving around him. He gently grabbed your arm before pulling you into him.

The scent of your perfume wafting at him. It had been so long since he's seen you. He missed you, more than you would know. You stiffened as his arms wrapped around you. His nose in your hair as you both stood in this silence.

"I've missed you." He murmured into your hair. You wanted to push him away but something was pulling you into him. You chopped it up to his expensive cologne.

"Tyriq, we ended this remember?" You didn't look at him. You didn't embrace him. You just stood there wondering when he got here.

"You ended it. I didn't agree to it." His hands trail up to your cheeks making you look at him.

"And why do you think I ended it, Tyriq?" You backed away from him causing his hands to drop.

"Because you're scared." You scoffed at him. What a stupid accusation. He thought this was all a joke. "Scared?"

He nodded slowly as he licked his bottom lip. "Scared of what our parents may say."

"You're the president’s son—" You reminded him as if he needed it.

"Tell me something I don't know." He chuckled before pulling you in by your waist.

You placed your hands on his chest to create distance. It had been a while since you've seen him. So long that you almost felt embarrassed to be around him. It was different because you both seemed different. He was more assertive and you felt it.

He leaned down, your noses touching. His breath fanning your face as you stand perfectly still. You couldn't kiss him; you knew better. Anyone could walk in on the two of you. That would be both of your reputations down the drain. Your mother would give you shit for it and you knew it.

"The door." Your voice shaky as he pulled you closer once more.

"I locked it." He muttered softly. He leaned in before kissing you softly.

His hands tighten around your waist as you melt into him. You tried to fight it; that aching feeling whenever you so much as heard his name in a room. You didn't want to fall into old habits. You couldn't afford to but god did you yearn to. Something inside you wanted this—needed it.

Your breathing grew heavy as your hands trailed up to the back of his neck. You pulled him deeper into the kiss as your lips meshed together. Your bodies rolling against each others. He tasted of mint, you assumed from whatever gum he was chewing earlier.

You pull apart and heave as you try to catch your breath. The room felt muggy as you looked anywhere but at Tyriq. You felt like you folded too quickly but he felt like it wasn't quick enough. He couldn't help himself after not seeing you for almost two years. His kisses turn sloppy as he trailed down to your neck; leaving open mouth kisses across your skin.

"Tyriq wait—" You panted as your hands move to his wrists. His tongue flat on your pulse.

You fought to stay composed. If someone could see you both right now, you'd get an earful. "You're not thinking straight." You told him as you lifted his head from your neck.

"I swear to you I am." His voice deeper as he stared into your eyes.

"You're not and—"

"Stop telling me what I am and what I'm not." His voice stern causing you to freeze in your spot. His hands now resting on your sides.

"Your lust is high, Tyriq." You told him slowly as if he were stupid. He couldn't help but to shake his head in disbelief.

"You don't know how I feel because you've never once asked me about it. You just slept with me and avoided me for the rest of the semester." He tried not to get upset because he told himself if he saw you tonight, he would try again.

"Why would I? We slept together, big fucking deal!" You shouted as you walked away from him and towards the desk in the room.

His eyes followed you as you placed both hands on the desk and sighed in frustration. "It's a big fucking deal to me."

"Okay?! What do you want me to do, Tyriq? Huh?" You snapped turning towards him. You throw your arms down to your sides. "It was a mistake!"

He could feel his chest grow tight and heavy. He wanted to get angry or even tell you about yourself. He truly tried to stay calm but your disregard for his feelings rubbed him the wrong way. "A mistake? That's what you think?"

"Oh come on, Tyriq. There's no way you thought it was more than just sex." You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms.

"I don't just go around having sex with anybody. It wasn't just sex to me." He admitted as he stepped to you.

"I kept pursuing you and you continued to push me away. I refuse to let you go but maybe I get that from my dad." He said as he caged you between the desk.

"Maybe you do." You mumbled as he just watched you.

"You're just scared what others think but I couldn't care less what they say about us." He told you as he made you look at him.

"Tell me you want me to leave you alone and I will." He told you as he caressed your chin.

You wanted to speak up; to tell him to leave you alone. You couldn't your mind wouldn't let you. You both sat in silence as you just watched you think to yourself. He didn't move, didn't make a sound. Time ticked by before he smirked.

"Thought so." He answered before bringing your lips to his. He gave you a gentle, sensual kiss.

A rough jiggle of the handle made you snatch away from him. His thumb rubs against your lower lip before he backs away. He raised his pointer finger at you as he raised his eyebrow. "Don't forget what we talked about."

When he swung the door open there stood your mother in surprise. She tripped over her words as she realized who Tyriq was. She hoped he could put in a good word for her with his parents. Your mother noticed you in the room and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What's going on?" She asked a suspicious drawl to her voice.

He moved around her like she was nothing. "Just two friends catching up."

Tyriq left it at that before meeting your eyes again. His shoes click down the hall before they eventually disappear. Your mother walks in making you stand up straighter. Her fast pace before she grabbed your arm shook you up. She dragged you to the door of the room with a stern look.

"How did you get close with the president’s son?" She demanded an answer as she yanked your arms down.

You grimaced before answering her. "We were going to the same college."

She smirked mischievously. "Keep seeing him."

"What? No!" You sounded almost flabbergasted. Your mother didn't like any of your friends and none of her reasons were good enough for you to stop seeing them.

"Excuse me? You like a comfy life? You'll help me and your father out." She spoke sternly making you frown up your face.

"What? That's—" She cut you off by snapping her fingers in your face. An action that was common for her throughout your childhood.

"You'll listen to your mother. I'm not arguing with you either." She pointed her manicured nail in your face before walking off.

You sighed, putting your head in your hands. You didn't want to use him for personal gain. You didn't ask to be a politician’s child either. You wanted to leave this stupid building, get out of this stupid dress and go home. You were exhausted and ever so annoyed. You didn't know how you were going to get yourself out of this one this time.

Giving you Olitz realness 🙂‍↕️

[mrkodebaby]

smut!!!

pov: when y/n threatens to kick tyriq withers out the house due to a silly argument and she starts packing his bags and throwing shi out the house and things get physical(she only puts hands on him) because he won’t leave and then he eventually puts her in her place(aggressively but not abusively like sexy dominance)

YES YES YESSSS, I WILL MOST DEFINITELY DO THIS! MIGHT START ON IT TOMORROW

[neighbourscat]

# str8 mistreat it up ! cameron ‘the cannon’ cade ::

featuring. ▷ ⛐ ᩙᮬ twee-cutie creed sister!black fem reader x underground + professional boxer!cameron cade & childhood intimidator ﾒ

warnings. nsfw. explicit language below! smut with zero plot. brief mentions of blood. rough!mean!asshole cameron cade. unprotected banging! semi-public [locker-room]! manhandling. pussydrunk cam. indications of cheating. squirting. slight choking. cam’s soooo big! standing position! cervix-kissing. multiple orgasms. eventual creampie. ++ lowercase intended! pinterest links included! emdashes!

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ if someone asked the cannon: ‘cameron, is there anything better than boxing?’, he would have knocked them clean out and spit over their withering body. because how dare they? how dare they even assume there be an answer? the question had not once, in his entire six-year professional career, even occurred to him. boxing was the absolute core of his identity, down to the most microscopic parts of his being . . .

just ten minutes ago, his boxing mitts and robe were the largest gift. his world began and ended in the squared circle; twenty-three feet by twenty-three feet, sixteen ropes parallel, four fucking posts . . .

but he’s found a new love. a love that’s been in his life far longer than boxing. a love that’s always stared up at him with goggly eyes set behind massive lenses and chunky, dorky frames. a love he’ll curse himself for rejecting and swatting off, like one pesky mosquito. a love he never saw himself indulging; frequently assuring his closest brother — who was presently demoted to stupid-fucking-opponent — that he would never make any advancements, “wouldn’t touch that girl wit’a ten foot pole. trus’me.”

and almost ten years later, he is touching. touching all over. and licking and biting and kissing and grunting and moaning and trying his very best to calm it. he hasn’t had a hard-on this severe since the night he lost his virginity. those light-green eyes were watery, and very blood hot, but cameron ‘the cannon’ cade would have sworn on a stack of bibles that they were also the eyes of a sober man . . . of a man who only had his fiancée on his mind. he looks to his opponent’s sister and desperately wants to see his fiancée . . . but his brain won’t let him. she didn’t feel like this- and she damn sure didn’t smell like this either.

there’s a different sort of sweetness in the air. a homey, secure smell. a smell that when his eyes flutter shut from pleasure, his pussy-drunk brain presents a paradise his younger-self would hurl at. somehow, this smell completely overpowered the unpleasant stench of him . . . totally shocking, given the sweat hanging at his hairline, behind his steaming neck, along his tensed arms and hands (still wrapped in reddened bandages), between his straining fat thighs, and the dried blood below his nostrils and at his busted lips . . . the cannon feels stupefied.

another girly, futile whine spills and his weighty cock is twitching. it burns having to go soooo slow, but he doesn’t want to cause pain. not any more than what he was already inflicting on such a precious body. and he wasn’t even all the way in, just barely a full quarter. every-time cameron pulled back, stopping before his plump, glossy tip — deep pink in shade — could plop out . . . he’d push back to feed more of his delicious cock in— “‘s t-too m-mucch- “

shit- what a voice. “it’s not- stop sayin’ that shit.” but there wasn’t much else to do. cameron was holding both arms back, using one large hand as a makeshift-cuff. “wish i had a camera . . . let you hear how fuckin’ ungrateful you sound.” because yeah, most girls would kill to be in this position: pressed against a chilly locker with their flowery top bunched at the waist, polka-dot skirt hiked and few-of-a-kind undershorts torn through. “no more runnin’. jus’ let’me fuck you open- c’mon . . . trus’me.”

and if you weren’t so absolutely smitten by cameron cade . . . you would’ve stopped this right here. he was going against about five of your ‘non-negotiable’ boundaries during sexy-time. “you trust me, righ’?” with that free hand of his, he snakes around your waist and clamps his palm over your shivering abdomen, that dangling jewellery marking your brown skin. “i’ll make us feel good- i promise.”

“i promise,” he whispers against your neck, “i’ve got’chu.” and kisses and nibbles and licks. “know you’wanna make this dick nut- “ cameron dropped your hands and swooped around, collecting one soft boob. he squeezed and tweaked at your nipple, slowly wiggling his hefty hips, digging that huge cock a little further. there was a hole to be pierced and molded; to the shape of him. “no more cryin’ . . . le’me do ‘t all, yeaah . . .”

your face, all flush and livid pallor, blazed . . . glittery lips drawn back from your teeth in a mini pout . . . is enough to make the cannon explode. cameron bends in, hot breath fanning over your parted lips, “i’m gon’a nut insid’a you, ‘kay?” more of a declaration than a warning. a sure-thing. almost guaranteed. nothing would stop him from cumming in your tummy, not even you.

he’s in. “ooooh . . .” all the way. “shit.” you’re shuddering wrackingly, legs feeling rubbery and unreliable. “. . . doesn’t that feel soooo much better?” cameron pecks the salty patches of your cheek. “say it- tell me ‘t’s my dick makin’ this sloppy pussy feel good . . .” cameron pleads through aggressive munches.

after so long, yeah, it had been him. finally. your college-self wouldn’t believe this to be true. the boy you had a gigantic crush on throughout your child, pre-teen, and teen years? wanting to make you feel good? you? the girl cameron cade pinched and tripped and plucked and shoved and teased and mocked . . . currently being forced to take the entirety of his curvy cock.

thwack thwack thwack! seemingly, all those years of unnecessary mistreatment has . . . gone out the window. faded out into nothing. to darkness with each thwack thwack thwack. how could you still be upset when this was the outcome? frankly, you’d experience it all over again if it meant having cameron cade’s dick so far up your pussy — it was a miracle to be so incredibly lengthy and girthy and know just how to use it . . . shining pearls of wetness bubble over his happy trail and pubes.

shlap shlap shlap! “you-you’re being . . . so . . . rough!” huffing, puffing. and cameron doesn’t take that as a cry to stop. he doesn’t even ease up. again, your arm swings back to try and stop his mean ramming, but he just forces you away — changing his mind, cameron clutched a hand around your bicep, which made fucking you that much smoother.

“nuh-uh. stay here,” he chokes out, “you got it. you got it. you got it.” cameron’s voice significantly pitches and he’s so into it that he doesn’t even realize that you’re squirming . . . yet splashing and dribbling juices over your pretty, velvety ballet flats.

with the other hand, he lets go of your wobbly hip and grips the front of your neck, snatching you into his torso— “ahhn-gh~!” —so beefy. and so insanely sweaty.

plapplapplap! plap . . . plap . . . plap . . . cameron’s slowing down just so he could pant mumble in your ear, rude and annoyingly, “anyone fuckin’ this at home? hmm? who better? me or him? say th’ truth” he’s such a boy. you swallow thickly despite having an awfully dry throat, voice all raspy and strained for the very obvious reason: “nno,” you hiccuped.

cameron hums and leans his head in. like he didn’t hear you the first time. “no h-him.” and cameron feels butterflies. for a reason he can’t yet pinpoint. with a sly smile, “yea’?” well . . . this just got far more intimate. you’re nodding against him, cunt leaking a bunch more — even with sluggish, mindful plunges, he was still so deep. so so deep. sooooo deep. he didn’t have to try. he just was. that. big. and fat. for no reason at all. small amounts of slippery arousal that oozed from his tip painted your cervix.

“mggh~!” and his pace has quickened. the cannon could practically taste his oncoming load. cameron drawls, “ohhhh fucccccck,” listening to the way your gooey pussy peels away from his soaked thighs; a slich slich slich! clicky noise as he sinks back into your ribbed, silken walls. his eyes snap shut and both of his hot hands grab onto your shoulders.

with unbelievable power, cameron is banging you backbackback onto his cock. “fnh-hnnnh! cam- fucc-ah!!” and he continues to grunt out curses, knees starting to buckle. the way your pussy slurps him in, ass clapping at his pelvis, you’re short-circuiting: tearing and drooling and squirting a-fucking-gain. he keeps at it; taking you upupup to that orgasm cliff and harshly bringing you back down.

“‘m bouta busss~” cameron chortles, tugging and slamming you back and forth, just jackhammering without a single care in the world. filthy words leave his mouth, ones he could never imagine saying to you if he weren't so gone and not so damn pussy whipped. “mmm-righ’there. uurrgh!” his chest’s ballooning and you could feel how fast his heart’s beating from his palms, how careless he’s becoming from his strenuous efforts.

tongue lolled out like some stupid doll, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before. ever. and after this evening, would you ever get this back? this dick? probably not. a new bar’s been impossibly set. cameron’s ruined everything for the next man —

GASP. there’s an explosion: “hnnht!” and another sticky spurt: “hnht!” and another splash: “fuck!” syrupy ribbons of sweltry white seed trickles from your walls. to cameron, it feels like the winds been knocked right outta him. and you . . . you are suffocating. roasting from the inside out. he keeps his arms around you, worried he may collapse.

adonis is going to kill you. cameron first.

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ hello. it is currently 4:40am edt (the birds are chirping) and this took approximately 2days. i have genuinely been busy with my summer career class, job, & trying to make time for personal relationships. i do get creative writing ideas often, but i’ve been lacking the brain power to push forward. i have NAAWT dropped from the ‘tyriq withers’ wagon. i’m still at the party literally. + wondering what else i could share with this univerrssseeee!!!!!

it’s 4:52am & my period has started. perfect

++ i hope your summer’s been going gooooood! 🤍

[yourleogf]

safe space ❥ tyriq withers

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

SUMMARY: see image below + in which Cameron had a rough day and comes to see you to regulate his emotions. 🩷

Cameron laid in your arms with his head tucked inside the crook of your neck, his nose gently grazing the side of it while his breathing softly fanned your melanated skin. his arms were wrapped snugly around your torso and his body rested between your legs, both of your bodies tangled within each other’s like puzzle pieces.

one of your arms was draped across Cameron’s back and you gently rubbed the skin there in a soothing motion as your other hand rested against the back of his head, your thumb occasionally rubbing through his buzzed hair. his body gave you warmth mixed with the weight of his 6’5” stature, giving your body the impression that he was a weighted blanket.

you didn’t know the full extent of Cameron’s day, but you knew it had to have been pretty bad if the first thing he did when he came to see you was crawl into your arms and lay there limply like he had melted on top of you. you two had been in this position for almost three hours, and every time you shifted, he’d tighten his grip on you and huff out a low groan, wanting you to stay exactly where you were.

judging by the tension in his upper back and shoulders, you knew football was the reason for his sour mood without him having to say it straightforwardly — possibly the grueling workouts, too. it would explain why he climbed into your arms and went straight to sleep as if he was a toddler coming home from school. you had no problem being the source for his relief, though. in fact, it made you feel good knowing that Cameron knew he could call on you whenever he needed to feel better.

suddenly, Cameron shifted onto his side and turned you with him, keeping his arms around you and resting his large hands against your back while his face nuzzled closer to your neck. you followed his movement with ease, allowing him to pull you whichever way he wanted to maximize his comfort. you felt his back muscles flex a bit as he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent that was slowly but surely relaxing the tension in his body.

“you smell good.” Cameron murmured, his voice barely audible, as you cracked a small smile and let out a soft chuckle, your hand moving from the back of his head to the nape of his neck while your other hand continued to stroke his back.

“how you feelin’, baby?” you asked softly, rubbing the nape of his neck, as Cameron hummed lowly and one of his hands left your back to grab onto your thigh, draping your leg over his hips before sliding his hand up to rest on your lower back.

“shit… fuckin’ exhausted,” Cameron huffed lowly, a small furrow forming between his eyebrows, as he lightly fisted your shirt and pulled you closer, which left no more space between your bodies and made his face press a little firmer into the crook of your neck, “just wanna lay right here with you forever, mama.”

“wanna talk about it?” you suggested before letting out a soft giggle at feeling his nose rub against your neck in a side-to-side motion, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth while your hand moved from his back to rest against his bicep.

“mm-mm,” Cameron hummed softly, planting a soft kiss against the side of your neck, as he shifted a bit and pressed his nose against your pulse point, eliciting another soft giggle from you while your thumb traced small circles against his upper arm, “i just wanna be here with you… keep holdin’ me, baby.”

a wide smile slowly spread across your face and and you looked down at him, watching him cling and hold onto you like you were his teddy bear and he was a toddler who had awoken from a bad dream. turning your head slightly, you pressed two soft kisses against the side of his head and pulled him closer, your hand on his bicep sliding towards his back again to rest against it while you rested your cheek against his head.

“whatever you want, sweet boy.”

[sonder-slut]

love me a clingy man! a must have!!

[henneseyhoe]

I want you.

Cameron Cade x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT!!, Dom(ish)!Cam (Cam Is Thirsty Asf), Flirting, Shy!Reader, Majorette!Reader, Oral (Male Receiving), Big Dick!Cam, PinV, Squirting, Cum swallowing/Eating(?Idk), Dirty Talk, Aftercare Insinuated. Slightly Unedited.

SUMMARY: Idk I wrote this while horny. Enjoy. PT2? (if yall like this)

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“Whatchu sittin’ so far away for?”

Her eyes flickered up to his, narrowing. She knew exactly what he was trynna do, he had been asking to link again for the longest and it definitely wasn’t in concern for the assignment they needed to be doing.

If anything they should have been in a library with other people around, not at her crib, on her couch with R&B playing.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily a ‘good girl’, but she stayed in her lane and took care of her responsibilities. School was tough, and most importantly; expensive. If her daddy knew he sent his daughter to one of the best HBCUs in the country to carry on his legacy, but was instead playing around with boys, he would have blown his gasket and had everything to say about it. She could just hear it now.

‘I RAISED YOU BETTER!’

‘I DONT PAY ALL THAT MONEY FOR YOU TO PLAY!’

Yadda yadda ya—

The thought had her so caught in the moment, she forgot who was sitting in front of her for a moment.

“Cmere..”

Her head snapped to him in confusion before her face scrunched upon realizing what he had just said. “—Unt-unt…You trynna eat me..”

His jaw ticked before he smirked, his eyes landing on her glossed lips. He could feel his blood rushing immediately.

“Hell yeah.” He spoke bluntly, earning an eye roll from her.

He had been waiting so long to get back up with her, there was nothing more he wanted than to devour every inch of her body, nothing more he wanted than for her to want him back. “Look like you wanna be ate anyway.”

She mugs him, her mouth partially opening as if she was going to speak before it shuts back. Shit, it was true.

Rolling her eyes again, she speaks finally. “Boy bye, I'm wearing a shirt and shorts. Yeen nobody.” Her fronting barely covered her tracks, her hands moving to pull the oversized tee she wore over her thick things. He definitely saw through it.

Cameron mirrors her eye rolling just to be petty before commenting, “Right.”

His hand gripped on her bare ankle, softly caressing until he was suddenly tugging her over to his end of the couch, the jolt making her yelp so loud that the small black cat in the corner decided the two of them were no longer her scene and walked off elsewhere in the apartment.

She knew he was strong, the man played football for almost all his life, but damn. She was starting to feel that pulse between her thighs intensify. Loud like the sports car he pulled up in purring to life.

“Cam! Stop!-”

“Shut up.” He speaks sternly but playful, rocking that same smirk.

Sucking her teeth, she crosses her arms in an attempt to look opposed to his actions, but the small smile cracking made it hard. She sighs.

“You know, you don’t gotta be so thirsty, nigga.”

Cameron shrugs, unbothered. “I’m tired of beating around the bush. Closed mouths don’t get fed-”

“And when you get lock jaw? Then you won’t be eatin’ shit, greedy ass.”

He erupts into laughter at her. The front she put on was genuinely entertaining to him. He liked watching her pretend not to care about how he played with her, how he touched her, while also squirming where she sat. She was an obvious little thing and couldn’t lie to save her life.

There was a brief pause between both of them, her avoiding more eye contact while his big hands rubbed at her calf, shamelessly moving higher and higher till he got to her thigh.

He gave it a light squeeze and listened for a reaction, which he got. Quiet, but enough to confirm his already solid thoughts. She was sensitive. No dick in a while, if she ever had any to begin with.

Suddenly, he speaks. “All that bluffin’ just for me to be puttin’ you through this floor later.”

Her wide eyes flicker to his, fear of eye contact be damned now. The shockfactor of his dirty mouth had yet to wear off even after five months or so of knowing each other and exchanging conversation. “You are so nasty! You talk like we did something before.”

“Don’t got to! I know it’s good, and I know I’m good at what I do too.” The cockiness rolls off his tongue so easily, making her walls throb around nothing at all. It was starting to ache almost. She cursed her cycle and ovulation week to hell, wishing she didn’t feel so damn easy in the moment.

“How you know it’s good, Cam?” She asks, waiting for him to say something that’d heat her ears even more. You could tell he didn’t have to think for a moment before speaking, the response being like quickfire and just as unfiltered as the last.

“Cause I can see that ass from the front, duh. No idea how you get through doors without going in sideways, damn!” He smiles as she sucks her teeth in faux annoyance, pushing him. That only made him pull her closer. Subtle, but she noticed.

“Shut up! You are so silly.”

Both of their laughs filled the room. It was comforting, the music she put on to make it less awkward wasn’t even needed at this point. Everything came so naturally, the banter, the casual conversation, the flirtation. By the time they stopped laughing at other jokes being thrown back and forth, their stomachs were sore.

Catching his breath, Cameron wipes his teary eyes before speaking again,

“Okay, okay, I'll stop playin’. But for real…I’m just happy we hangin’ again,” He pauses a moment, letting the comment set in to watch you smile at it. “I’m trynna stick around and see what’s so good ‘bout being cooped up and busy all the time, not outside and shit”

She nods, humming. “Hm..outside where you be every weekend?”

He sucks his teeth and laughs. “Aight now..I don’t be outside all the time, I’m just saying. I don’t see yo’ ass no where unless somebody dragged you there. It’s more to life than practice and school, Y/N. That’s it.”

She shrugs, which he mimics but in more confusion, pushing further for an answer. Truthfully she only had one answer for that.

“I like my own company…Dance practice drains me enough. I got my friends and my music, all I need.” Stating matter of factly, she nods and he hums in response.

Maybe she stretched her reasoning a little and overcompensated for the fact that she hated parties, but that didn’t make what she said any less true. Actually, Cameron knew that very well already, it wasn’t hard to make her friends come up off information. He knew she was private, but he wanted in, and badly.

“Just friends, dance, and music? No room for nothin’ else?”

Her brain short circuits momentarily, trying to find every other possible way he could have meant that as they exchange looks. No longer playful, it was back to being something charged with more than just curiosity.

As her brows furrowed, she tried to joke again, but the quietness she got after the fact showed he was dead serious. But, she refused to embarrass herself and answer the wrong question.

“Who are you, Oprah?—Like what, Cam?” She asks quietly.

He felt so much closer, maybe it’s because they were inches away, but it felt deeper than physical. His hands squeeze at her thigh again, more so for comfort than anything. Was this what weeks of friendship was building up to? Something that was slightly more real than she initially expected? Often she told herself to stop being so delusional with thoughts of him that stretched beyond flirting or sex, she knew the hassle it was to cuff a man who played any sport, but was it really that shallow?

He didn’t even get to answer before she leaned in and beat him to the punch, unlike how he predicted it to go, but he wasn’t complaining.

The gap was closed by him with no hesitation, a shameless groan leaving his throat as soon as they connected.

The kiss was everything but rushed, Cam licking at her bottom lip to signal her to allow him in deeper; which she granted, mouth opening just a little wider. His hands found her hips to sit her in his lap and she fit just like a puzzle as he held her down right there, firm with a neediness he slowly revealed every time they were together.

She couldn’t help but move her hips in a familiar circular motion she was using on her pillow lately, feeling him respond back with just as much depravity. Grinding and whimpering into his mouth was her only way of satisfying that hot feeling in her tummy, the swarm of fictitious butterflies now completely engulfing her habit of timid behavior around him.

Just like that, he was brick hard, length pressing against her clothed middle. She could feel every twitch of it, and he could feel just how much she was throbbing through her shorts, a feeling that was a direct result of being around him.

Disconnecting the kiss, she gasps softly and lifts off of him, only enough to see the erection rising back in his basketball shorts.

“Can I see it?” She asks, innocence completely out of the window as soon as she felt him poking at her entrance.

His blue eyes searched hers for a moment, almost as if he was double checking for something.

“You wanna see? Say please.”

There was another whimper that left her kiss swollen lips, him giving her a begging look to coax the response he wanted out of her. It didn’t even take that much.

“Please?..Can I please see it?” She begs.

The serious face he wore slowly melted into a smirk, his body relaxing back into the couch.

“Pull it out for me, baby.”

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She wasn’t one to usually give head, but tonight felt totally different. Sure, her hormones were raging and taking over her brain like a parasite, but maybe he really deserved it. Maybe she deserved it. A girl could get a prize for being a square every once in a while.

It almost took her by surprise that he was so heavy with how lanky his body was, the muscle built from football really doing the work that his 6’5 height wasn’t. If she was none the wiser she’d say all his weight came from between his thighs.

8 inches of thickness that was two toned and slightly darker than his skin color, the tip of him matching the color of his lips. The upper half of his shaft curved only slightly upward, and he was trimmed, light brown hair speckled up to his happy trail.

After training herself for a moment she allowed her mouth to work down on him until she couldn’t take the pressure in her throat anymore, almost gagging on him before she pulled off with strings of spit falling from her wet mouth. He took the liberty to help guide her back down on him, hands tangling in her hair.

“Lemme use that mouth.” He moans while leading her right into the perfect pace for him, his groans mixing with the gargling sounds she had been making due to the amount of spit she gathered for him. The faster he went, the more spit she had to swallow or use to stroke his balls while he fucked her throat, earning her another moan.

There was no sign of him letting up either, so she relaxed her throat as much as she could and continued to breathe through her nose, letting him do exactly what he said.

“Oh my god, yo-“

She could hear him shudder from above, his thighs tensing up and relaxing constantly.

She moaned around him just to tease and egg him on, feeling how reactive he was to every move she made. When she wrapped her hand around the rest of his length she couldn’t swallow, he whimpered, caressing her jaw. This time when she purposely gagged around him, he began twitching in her throat, repeating her name until he felt his release building.

“Oh shit!”

His abs tightened to the point where it almost burned like a preseason workout. His hips slightly bucked whenever she’d come back up and lick over the tip of him, teasingly swiping the underside of the muscle over him repeatedly until she tasted the bitter sweetness of his cum.

And unlike any other guy she had ever been with, he actually kissed her afterwards, and passionately. There was no wiping her mouth, no turning his head, nothing. He grabbed her by the throat and allowed her to kiss him while his hand worked to slide inside her shorts and cup her pussy, fingers sliding through the slick warmth of her cunt ever so easily.

He grunted against her lips, biting softly as he pulled away. “So fuckin wet. Take these shits off and lay down.”

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Breathless and folded into her own couch now, Y/N thought back on how she imagined being in this exact same position with him; Face down, ass up with a few hand prints bruised onto her ass, but living it was so much better than imagination.

“You love that shit?”

His mouth was right next to her ear, filling her head with dirty praises as he fucked into her slowly, keeping her back perfectly arched for him to get just the right angle.

“I do!—“ She squealed.

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah, baby!”

A gasp caught in her throat as he slid deeper into her messy pussy. The wet sound of him sliding in and out was obscene and pornographic, the clapping sound made it no better.

There was a dull ache deep in her stomach from how big he was, but the little pain was a good one. One that made her toes curl and her jaw drop.

“I feel that pussy squeezin’ a nigga. You don’t gotta tell me you love it, I feel you, baby.” He huffs. It was hungry and animalistic, his hands gripping her hips even harder as he used her body weight as leverage to lean back on his haunches, using mostly his hips to fuck into her.

Her mind was as good as gone now, a clawed hand coming down on the cushions of the couch repeatedly before she made a fist, clutching the plush pillows to bear everything he gave her.

“Sh-sh-shit! Cam! Yesss! You fuckin’ me, bae—“ She chokes out, her voice shaking.

Bae?..She had no idea where the hell that came from.

She sounded scared almost when she moaned, anticipating how hard she was gonna cum—and ruin her couch.

“You got it. Take this shit like a good fuckin’ girl.”

“Yes!”

“You wanna cum, huh?”

“So fuckin’ bad!”

“Gimme it. Gimme allat shit.”

“Yes, yes! Ye—!” She went silent as his hand reached around and spread her lips with his fingers momentarily, her hips bucking back against him so hard that his other hand almost slipped before he readjusted and leaned in to deliver sharp thrusts until he was jackhammering himself down into her, one foot on the floor to keep his punishing strokes steady while his hands anchored to the dip in her back to keep her right where he wanted her; Stuck and drooling on her own couch.

His balls slapped against her clit over and over again, giving her more sensation than she could possibly handle at the time, but he didn’t stop. Even when she took a sharp breath of air for herself so she wouldn’t pass out, his strokes kept going. Even when she reached back and clawed at his torso. Not purposely, but she needed to ground herself or else—

“You gon’ cum on this dick. Stop fuckin touchin’ me and get that nut!”

His demands felt more like warnings with how he drilled into her without a care, and she couldn’t deny the demand if she wanted to.

“FUUUUCKKKK! UHHHH-”

“Uh-huh! Get that fuckin’ nut. Wet my shit up!”

He nods, watching her ass make ocean waves with every slap of his hips.

His voice shook just as much as hers as juices rained from between her thighs, her body shaking so much that her knees were beginning to slip from their positions, making her collapse flat.

There were five more thrusts that came after that before he was slipping out of her, his hard dick landing on top of her plump ass with a wet ‘plap’. wether on purpose or not, he was cumming all over her back with moans of her name leaving his mouth before using his thumb to push himself down through her ass cheeks and back to her wet opening, shooting the rest of his release inside of her warm walls.

He ground down on her a few times to finish; slow, just enough to give her another shiver up her spine before he was pulling back out, pleased and halfway limp.

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“I knew I should have made yo’ ass meet me in the library” She mumbles against his chest, smelling the scent of soap on him that they just used in the shower.

A tired chuckle leaves his lips as he pulls her closer to his side. Her bed was much more comfy than the couch.

“You knew exactly what you was doin’ bringin’ me here”

She sucks her teeth. “I’m innocent. That was all you”

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💌—this was- idk. i’m getting back into writing my own ideas again so feedback, likes, comments etc is appreciated <3

[sonder-slut]

now for the bill, purrrr!! loved thisss, omggg

[brrybasket]

[vamppmink]

rewatching 'HIM' every month when I'm on my period bc seeing tyriq half naked & covered in blood makes me forget about all the pain I'm in & I end up falling asleep dreaming about him ruining me