synopsis ⁀➷ the way you speak to aaron drives him insane.
song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘let’s make love’ by silk.
word count + warnings ⁀➷ 645 || 18+, nsfw content, no minors! dirty talk, doggystyle, foul language, pet names, cumming inside.
‘toss your body back and forth, so i can watch you ride.’
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you were a danger to aaron’s entire existence.
aaron often found himself breathless while in the act with you. his vision shifting as he gazed down to watch, mouth hung open in silent pleasure and surprise, as your heavy ass bounced back against his hips.
you left him speechless.
nowhere near a pillow princess, you worked hard to receive what was yours. reaching back every so often to pull him closer, needing to feel his skin against yours, holding your ass cheeks open to make him dive deeper inside—-and your mouth…? aaron could barely find the words to describe the number you did on him. he was only able to rock forward in shock as you moaned out the filthiest things to him.
“stretch me open, baby, i want you to fuck me good, daddy. can you please, baby, please, please?”
“fuckkk,” he physically shivers, as the sounds you make mixed with the sight of your messy pussy is near fatal. “why you talkin’ to me like that, mama? why you sound so fuckin’ good?”
“cause you fuckin’ me so good, baby, oh my goodness. you feel so good inside of me.”
“this pussy got me losing my mind, girl. you got me fuckin’ stuck.”
there’s a sound of a laugh and moan as you continue to throw your ass back on aaron. your face is muffled behind fluffy pillows, your arms tucked underneath them as you take all that aaron gives you.
“want you to fuck me up, want you rough with me, aaron. please aaron, please fuck me harder, daddy.”
“shit, you a nasty ass bitch. you talking so fuckin’ crazy and this pussy soakin’ me all the way up. you want me to beat that pussy up, want me to tear this lil shit up?”
“yea, aaron. want you to pound me so good. i want it so bad, i need it so bad. want that dick in me deeper, baby.”
you’re going on a nonsensical rant, so horny and ready to cum that you have no clue what you’re talking about. aaron exhales, shaking his head while trying to think clearer. folding his lips inward, his hands grip your hips with enough strength to leave marks, but you mind none because aaron’s doing what you requested.
as he moves with more force, you cry out into the pillow while your eyes roll into the back of your skull. “yessss, baby, yessss, fuck—fuck me just like that, aaron, just like that, daddy. you’re fucking me so good, oh my god!”
and aaron’s silent up to this point—unable to hold in his moans, aaron cries out brokenly. gasping and groaning as he attempts to pull out and nut over your ass, but your hand around his and the words you utter out make him pause.
“cum in me, baby, i want you in me, aaron. i want you dripping out of me, daddy, please, please.”
“ahhh, ohhh, fuckkk,” aaron can hardly breathe, mindlessly doing as you plead by staying inside your already wet pussy and fucking his cum into you until you’re both moaning out in satisfaction.
aaron’s entire weight crushes when he falls onto you, trying to catch his breath as you both are spent from the heated moment.
“goddamn, y/n.”
he chuckles and you do the same, ass still raised in the air, as he slowly pulls out of you. aaron takes his time and watches in admiration as his hot sperm spills out of your pussy and onto the mattress. a fucking mess, but he loves it.
“so fucking good, girl,” he smacks your ass while your pussy clenches, emptying the last of his nut out. you begin to shake your ass in a teasing manner, and aaron’s groaning and growing hard once again.
Cameron had you bent over the balcony, one hand wrapped in your hair and the other on your hip as he thrusted deep into you.
You two had met on Instagram a good while ago, Cameron would flirt heavy underneath your posts—not to the point where he looked thirsty, just enough to intrigue you.
One day he slid into your DM’s and you two have been talking since. Whether it was texting or on FaceTime until the sun came up, it was really all you two could do, with you being in different cities and all.
So when you told Cameron that you had to come to his city for a business trip, he took it upon himself to make all your biggest fantasies come true.
Balcony sex, in the front of the mirror, cockwarming…
You had told him all this on a late night, never thinking you’d get the opportunity to actually do it.
“Cam—“ you moaned out, you were on the brink of coming again. Eyelids heavy as you looked out at the city in front of you.
All he did was speed up in response, fucking you through your orgasm. Your legs felt like jello as you held onto the rail, Cameron holding you up as his thrust continued. Your moans turned into soft sobs of pleasure, you reached back to him in attempt to make him slow down.
“Nah, take this dick.” He moved your hand out the way, “all that shit you was talking in them messages, you better take this shit.”
“Fuckkk.” You cried out.
“You got it, mama. You got it.” He praised.
Your mind went blank, it was like his words were hypnotic. You pushed back against him, fucking yourself silly.
“You taking it so good, ma. Shit.” Cameron moaned, throwing his head back.
Your next orgasm came quick. Cam pulled you up completely, your back arching against him as his hand wrapped around your neck. For a brief moment you were impressed by how strong he was, until he pulled out of you now all you could focus on was how empty you felt.
He turned you to face him, planting soft kisses on your face as you melted into him.
“You good?” He tilted your chin up so that you were looking directly at him. You nodded. “You did so good for me, mama but I ain’t done with you yet.”
He guided you over towards the daybed that sat on this oversized balcony, he laid you down gently before crouching in front of you, leg placed on his shoulder as he kissed you softly. Starting from your ankle, all the way up to your inner thigh.
His tongue pressed against you in a long, slow lick that made your breath catch, savoring every reaction he got from you. He sat there buried in between your thighs, lapping up all your juices on his tongue. He took your clit in his mouth, releasing it with a pop. Your hand rested on the side of his head, moans escaping from your lips as you brought yourself to look at him.
“Cam, Cammmm, fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out.
And with that, he stopped.
You let out a loud groan, that turned into a whine.
“Why?!”
All he did was let out a low chuckle, pulling you up before sitting next to you on the daybed.
“I’ll eat that pussy all day if I could.” He says next to you.
You turn towards him, “You can.”
It probably sounded pathetic or desperate but in the moment you didn’t care, you needed to feel him in some type of way.
His lips formed into a small smirk, “I’ll hold you to that, baby.”
His hand found your throat during the kiss, just resting there momentarily before he scooted back, making you follow him. You were on your knees, back arched like a cat as you chased his lips. Cameron took in the view, stopping you before you could kiss him again.
“You know where I want you.”
You bit your lip in anticipation, swinging one leg over him and lining yourself up with him. You slowly sunk down on him, not breaking eye contact once. You let out a soft whimper as you took him all in, eyebrows furrowing at the pleasure.
“Don’t move until I say so,” he warned softly.
You nodded, and his lips found yours again almost instantly. The kiss was messy and heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hand slid back to your throat, fingers curling there with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.
A quiet sound escaped you when your hips shifted instinctively beneath him.
He pulled back just enough for his lips to hover over yours, eyes dark and focused entirely on you.
“You wanna come, don’t you?”
You nodded quickly.
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Use your words, mama.”
“Yes, Cam,” you whispered.
“How bad you want it?”
You placed your hands on his bare chest as you leaned up to kiss him softly again. “Please,” you breathed against his lips. “Please, baby.”
His jaw tightened slightly at the sound of your voice, like hearing you beg did something dangerous to his self control. His thumb brushed along your cheek before sliding down to tilt your chin up toward him again.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Go ahead.”
You rolled your hips against him, immediately feeling your next orgasm creep up on you. You threw your head back as one of his hands caressed your boob, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipple. He took it between his two fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze. You rolled your hips faster, the pleasure building up inside of you. Your mouth fell open, body jolting forward because you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore.
“Fuckkkk! Cam. You feel so good.”
“Yeah? You gon come for me?” He whispered in your ear, “Come all over this dick, baby.”
Cameron wrapped his arms around you, fucking you through your orgasm. Your moans were so loud you’re sure the neighbors could hear you but you didn’t care. The whole city could hear you and you wouldn’t give a damn.
After you came, your head hit his chest. Panting, with your hair sticking to your forehead. Cameron rubbed your back, whispering soft praises in your ear.
“All that shit you was talking in them texts…” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your skin. “You was real bold for somebody that can barely keep her eyes open now.”
“Shut up.” You mumbled, playfully rolling your eyes.
Cameron pressed a kiss to the top of your head, still holding you close while your breathing slowly evened out.
“You good?” he murmured softly.
You nodded against his chest, too exhausted to say much. A lazy smile pulled at your lips when his fingers brushed the damp hair away from your forehead.
even a party couldn’t brighten her mood. where clouds of weed smoke would ease her tension and music would soak into her body, she felt rigid and cold, puffing away hopelessly. there was too much going on, too much chatter. people were too fucking happy. how many things could they possibly laugh about before they shut up?
she peeked into every bedroom for an empty space to breathe. each one held a couple, a group. sex, conversations. so much noise. all were occupied. the second floor was her last resort. the guests weren’t allowed in the master bedroom, but there were no rules against the bathroom. the empty marble bathtub felt like a hug as she lowered herself inside it, resting her head and closing her eyes. finally, some peace.
“hey. been lookin’ for you.”
all good things come to an end, but why this soon? was she not deserving of relaxation? maybe the voice was coming from the hallway and had nothing to do with her entirely. yeah, that was it. she doesn’t open her eyes, doesn’t even stir.
again. closer this time.
“hey!”
it must have been how sisyphus felt, rolling that boulder up the hill and watching gravity ruin his progress. instead, she was rolling blunts and watching everyone around her fail to recognize just how much she craved a moment’s silence. with much effort and soft grunts to show it, she opened her eyes.
“i said, i was lookin’ for you.”
overhead stood cameron, arms crossed over his chest, signature smile brightening the room. he could read her like no other, yet here he stood, uncaring and undeterred by her glare, going as far as to reach down and gently shove her temple with his fingertips.
“get up. let’s go get ice cream,” he spoke as he invaded her personal space, taking the other end of the bathtub, forcing her to close her legs and make room for his much longer ones. in fruitless protest, she untied his shoelaces. cameron reached over and yanked her ballet flats clean off, tossing them over the edge of the bathtub.
“cam!” the girl whined, exasperated. he didn’t stop there, wrapping his large hands around her ankles to tug her down, crawling over her. his golden crucifix swung above her. staring for too long might have made her cross eyed, so she looked him in the eye. “i’m not in the mood for your games.”
“what games?” his tone was gentler now. he knew what she needed. he always did. “you look like you’re gonna either cry or make someone cry, and i’m trying not to have either of those things happen.”
anyone else would have been flustered. he was so handsome. smooth cheekbones and lively green eyes. and so close. more than anyone who calls themself a friend should be. her? not even remotely shaken. she was so used to him disrespecting her bubble, he could be nose to nose with her and she wouldn’t bat at eye. cameron tilted his head and tipped closer. she blinked up at him with wide eyes. her breath came out shaky. yup, wouldn’t even bat an eye.
“it’s okay if you don’t wanna talk,” he reassured, his softened approach working far more than it should. “but we should get ice cream.”
“i don’t wanna talk about it.” a pause, and then: “i do want ice cream.”
the ice cream parlor was empty aside from them. cameron paid for both cups and took the table by the window. for a minute, they simply ate, humming in acknowledgment of their chosen flavors. then, he gestured to his own two scoops, and asked, “wanna try mine?”
“yeah. let me see,” she answered, expectantly standing to lean over the table, eating the ice cream from the spoonful cameron offered. it was good. sweet, creamy, a little hint of mango, some pistachio. she knew it to be. it came as no shock to her; it wasn’t her first time having that flavor. he would never know that, though. what did surprise her was cameron using his own mouth to clean his spoon of ice cream and lip gloss residue, sticking his tongue out to dip into the plastic like it was his last bite. she glanced down, then up again. his cup was more than full. he was tasting her.
“what?” cameron quirked a brow, feeding himself another spoonful. her mouth opens and shuts wordlessly. his realization came with a smugness, a knowing grin. “oh. yeah. you taste good, too.”
still, she was speechless. her cheeks burned. if she was more alert, she would think of using the ice cream to cool down. but no, all that played in her mind was the image of him licking up what she left behind.
“is that okay?” he looked worried now, second guessing his confidence, brows furrowing into concern, eyes reading her countenance for anger, or any emotion at all.
“is what okay?” she breathed out, finally able to conjure up words.
“is it okay that i… wanted to taste you?”
her eyes lingered on his mouth for many, many seconds. finally, they trailed up, meeting his with a realization of her own glinting behind her lashes.
theodore spencer is known for many things. well, depending on who you ask at least. some would say the mayor’s delinquent son, all snark and trouble with nothing good to show for it.
others might be a little nicer, simply referring to him as number five: the hotheaded captain of your university’s hockey team. an insanely talented defenseman whose led them through several winning seasons, and never finishes a game without battering something—or more likely someone—in his path.
what never occurred to you, though, was that beneath the cockiness, the iron fists, and the layers of gear he wears like impenetrable armor, there was actually something of substance at his core. a heart.
because if you hadn’t been so eager to get out of training early that afternoon, you might have never discovered that it’s teddy who’s responsible for all of the beautifully crafted, anonymous handwritten letters being tucked into the sliver of space between your car window.
dividers by @cursed-carmine
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Warning: countertop sex, PinV, rough sex, choking, dirty talking, slight fluff, use of pet names ‘Daddy, pretty girl, good girl, mama, etc.’, mating press, angry Cameron, use of profanity, small spit fetish (?), no protection (wrap it upp), bratty reader. MDNI 18+
FULL ONESHOT
YOU AND CAMERON have a perfect relationship, one that people both envy and adore. Everyone on campus says he’s so sweet to you, how he’d never raise his voice even in the slightest, he even let you do his makeup when you wanted to try out something new. You two went on shopping sprees nearly every month and yet it seemed like his pockets were never ending. He made sure you keep up with your maintenance too. Hair always done, nails always done, lashes always done, toes always done. Whatever you asked he gave.
It wasn’t like he did it for no reason since he knew you always did same for him. Haircuts? Paid for. Manicures to keep his hands clean after games? Paid for. New games you know he’d like? Paid for. You both kept each other looking in the best shape possible. And that was one of the main reasons why everyone around knew you both as that ‘it couple’.
Now, it was around three in the morning when Cameron had arrived home. After a stressful day of practice, all the boy wanted to do was come home, shower, and lay with you. When he walked through the door, he placed his duffle bag next to the door and slid off his shoes. The first thing he did was scan the living room for you, which he found you on the couch, writing something in your notebook while a random true crime documentary played on the tv. What he noticed right after you was the loads of boxes and bags next to the sofa.
Cameron raised an eyebrow yet didn’t question it, he walked over to you. You were lying on the couch with your back against it, legs folded up and the journal in your hand. With a sigh, he parted your legs some more and laid right in between them. His head against your stomach while his arms wrapped around your waist. The boy lifted up just a little to peck your lips three times and then laying back down in his original position, “I missed you today.”
You let out a hum of acknowledgment before speaking, “I missed you too. What’d you do today? You weren’t answering me your phone like usual.” Your eyebrow raised in slight speculation. You knew Cameron would never cheat on you, but then again he was an athlete, one of the best actually. So you couldn’t help but worry sometimes.
“Coach had us workin’ extra hard. You know our final game comin’ up soon.” Cameron mumbled against your skin. His grip around your waist relaxed as your manicured nails moved to his freshly buzzed hair. A sigh of content left his lips and he practically melted into you, “What you did today, mama?”
You shrugged, “I went shopping, then I got my toes done since I got my nails done last week. And thennn I went out for brunch with my girls, and yeah. That’s all.” You listed out everything so casually like you hadn’t spent hundreds of dollars only in one day. See the problem was that you were always spoiled, starting from your family all the way down Cameron. So a limit was never a thing for you. Yet sometimes, Cameron couldn’t help but be annoyed at how much you spent, he knew he was apart of the problem but he was beginning to think it was time for a change.
“Youn’ think that’s a lot of money? You done spent damn near a thousand in the span of two days, and I know you writin’ another shopping list in that notebook.” His tone was soft but held authority in a way that made you freeze. Cameron’s head lifted, his chin now resting on your stomach so that he could look at your reaction to his words.
You blinked a few times, like you were trying to comprehend what seemed like the unknown language of saving money, “Sooo…?”
“So maybe we should start savin’. Youn’ think so?” Your deep brown eyes stared into his green irses. A small furrow in between your eyebrows. You looked at the boy lile he had grown two heads, saving wasn’t even in your vocabulary. You slowly began to sit up which caused Cameron to sit up too.
“Uhm no…” Your tone was unsure, like you were hoping he wouldn’t actually be serious about this. Who would you be without new things every other week? From your words, a furrow also formed in Cameron’s eyebrows. He couldn’t help but feel like you were being irrational right now.
“What you mean no? Baby, you gotta understand that we still payin’ rent for this apartment, we still got bills to pay, we got other shit we need to be worryin’ about. We can’t be blowin’ money cause you wanna buy some new shit every time it comes out.” His tone held softness, one that prevented the conversation into an argument. You felt like he was trying to gentle parent you at this point.
You stood up from the seat, placing your notebook on the coffee table, “I don’t wanna have this conversation.” That was his problem with you. Whenever something didn’t go your way you always ran away from your problems.
Irritation spiked in his blood, the conversation just added more stress on his back that just mixed in with that stress from practice. He could hear you rummaging in the kitchen, doing God knows what. Cameron stood up from the couch, he stretched out his long legs and walked to the kitchen. When you came in view, your back was towards him. He knew he couldn’t stay mad at you for too long and so did you. His arms slowly circled around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Why you mad, mama?” The boy questioned. His breath tickled against your skin.
He knew you were in the wrong, but he’d correct that attitude later. When you didn’t reply, he began pressing kisses down your neck, “Youn’ hear me talkin’ to you? Tell me why you mad, baby. Lemme make it better.” Cameron pressed a kiss on your sweet spot before sucking on it, his tongue swiped over the skin in a way that had you moaning under your breath. When he pulled away, the brown skin had a purple bruise.
“You ignorin’ me? You mad at me, baby?” He questioned, “I’m the problem?” The undertone of sarcasm had your panties unwillingly dampening. “Hmm?” He hummed out, a silence passed as he waited for a reply. He was met back with silence, and that surprisingly made him smile against your skin, “Bet.” Just like that, he flipped you around so that you were facing him. Cameron’s arms wrapped around you to lift you up and placing you on the white marble counter.
“Wait, Cam—” You didn’t even get to reply before his lips smashed into yours. You froze in shock before automatically melting into the kiss, your hands came up to cup his cheeks while his hand moved to grip the back of your neck and tilt for head for him. His tongue swiped over your plump bottom lip for entrance which you gladly accepted.
Your tongues slid together, the taste of mint was faint on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss as the way his teeth grazed against your bottom lip. His hand moved to grip your jaw, his grip was gentle yet dominating. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he held your jaw so that your mouth could stay open. Then he spat in your mouth and sucked his spit back off your tongue.
“Cam, I— Don’t say shit to me. You wanted to ignore me so keep that same energy, lay down.” You sat there for a minute, shocked that this was the same boy who was just sweet talking you. Due to you taking too long for him, he laid you down himself. He pulled down your pink shorts, the pink hello kitty panties coming visible. A quiet snort leaves his lips before he became serious again. He pulled down his own basketball shorts and ripped your panties right in half.
Your wetness glimmered under the kitchen lights. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth, he lifted your legs until your knees touched your ears, “Pretty ass pussy.” He whispered. Cameron’s hand wrapped around his aching length before he slid the tip against your slit. The pre-cum mixed in with your slickness, “You ain’t hear me? Say thank you.”
“Thank you…” You say breathlessly, your heart was pounding in your chest from anticipation. A hiss left your lips as he slid inside of you. No matter how many times you both had sex you’d never get used to his girth. Cameron slid in so slow to the point where you could feel every vein sand twitch, “Ouu fuckkk.” You moaned out, your head falling back against the counter.
“There we go.” He coo’d. Then, he began thrusting in and out, his pace got faster and faster. He gripped underneath your knees to keep you in the position, “This what you wanted? Catchin’ an attitude for what? Huh? I been told you to cut that shit out.” He said through gritted teeth. His thrusts were so hard that the counter creaked underneath.
The sound of skin slapping together filled the kitchen, along with the wetness that harmonized against your moans and his groans, “Open this pussy. You hear me?” He watched as your face twisted in pleasure. Your jaw fell slack and moans left your lips like you couldn’t stop them.
“Yesss, yesss! I hear you, Cam.” You mewled, more wetness spewed from your entrance. He had never been this aggressive with you, clearly he had some built up pressure that he was finally releasing.
“That’s not me, get it right.” His hand came up to gently smack your cheek. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your mouth opened but nothing but moaned left your lips. Cameron’s hands moved to lift up your shirt, it was like he was in a trance at the way your breasts bounced up and down.
“Okayyy, okay. I hear you, daddy. I’m listening.” Your hands scrambled to grip the end of the counter you tried to push your body upwards but that didn’t help anything. With a tsk, his hand wrapped around your neck and pulled your upper body upwards. You nipples brushed against his torso that had your back arching into him.
Cameron looked eye contact with you, his eyes held a mix of love and lust, “Don’t run from me, mama. You hurtin’ my feelings when you run from this dick. Take it like a big girl, you got it.” He pressed a kiss on your jawline, then one on your cheek, then one on your nose. Lastly, he connected your lips. Your tongues moved together simultaneously, swapping saliva while his thrusts never slowed down.
When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you two together. Cameron’s other hand came down to rub your clit, the sensitivity made your body jerk forward, “Cammmn Cam, Cam, oh my goshhh!”
“I know baby, let it out for, daddy.”
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“Damn baby, why didn’t you tell me you had all this good pussy?”
Cameron mumbled against your bare leg that were currently hiked over his broad shoulder, his voice dripping with admiration a lot sweeter than the way he was fucking you.
The question was rhetorical but emphasised just how much he was enjoying being inside of you.
Goosebumps broke all over the surface of your flushed and damp skin, choking on a whiny moan as your cunt tightly squeezed and pulsated around him. The throbbing sent a shiver down the length of his spine and settled in his bones. A flurry of chopped sobs poured from your mouth as your climax began to climb. You were so close. And he could feel it all.
You would have tried to answer his question but in truth - you didn’t know how to.
The two of you met during freshman in college - sharing the same physiotherapy classes and the two of you instantly clicked. When he first approached you - you couldn’t believe that he’d even talk to you. When you first arrived on campus, his name was uttered in every corner. He was the person to know because of his projected career. You had wanted to keep away from him - you didn’t like attention being drawn to you at all but Cameron just had to be enrolled on your course.
Even worse, he came to sit next to you.
You stilled at just making eye contact with him. Low sitting blue eyes, dimples deep as he smiled, rosy lips begging for attention and from his seated position alone you could tell that he was tall. He made sure that you couldn’t ignore him and you hated that fell for his charm, hook, line and sinker.
The attraction was shared and the chemistry intensified with each interaction but nothing ever came off it.
Football. Girlfriends. Endorsements. A great rookie career - all of it got in the way.
So friendship is what you settled for and you were grateful just to be a part of his journey.
Unfortunately for you, he was relentless. The friendship status did not matter to him at all and Cameron steadily flirted with you like the devil of temptation resided in his flesh. Always hanging around, giving you his undivided attention when you were close. Treating you just on the edges of a girlfriend, yet always teasing the word ‘friend’ in front of you. You always let it wash over you because being close to him in any capacity was worth it.
That attraction however, could not be denied and could not be hidden. And he’d picked up on it and he played with it - he played with you. He enjoyed teasing you. Kissing you on the neck, hands on your lower waist as he moved past you, hugs that lingered. Girlfriends be damned - you were the apple of his eye even if you denied what you were to him.
So that was how you found yourself in his penthouse - on a supposed regular night in with your best friend on his days off. So how you ended up in your current predicament was unbeknownst to you.
A movie, typical gossip, a game of tease.
From there all it took was a kiss.
A soft brush of your lips when he leaned down above you, whispering teasingly against your lips, fingers underneath your chin before gripping your jaw so that you couldn’t shift your eye contact away from him. So that he could see all of that want dripping out of your eyes.
“Do it.” You dared him.
And it was no surprise that he listened.
You had been so determined not to fall into his orbit and now you were on your back, sweating out your hairstyle, tank top ripped and panties pulled to the side as he manhandled you in every way. Your pussy stretched out and creaming around the thickest dick you’ve ever had in your life as you moaned in bliss. Fuck, you loved every second of it.
Cameron’s thrusts were deliciously brutal, his hips snapped into yours as your legs hang over his shoulders. He fucked you like you were a bitch in heat and you sounded just like one. Your mouth dropped open as your cries and whines could not be contained, sounding real pretty for him.
He breathed heavily through his nose at the sight your cream coating the length of his dick. Cam wedged his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and gripped tight. He used your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper.
The heat of the bedroom was making you delirious as much as the way his fat mushroom tip was pushing against your softest spots. You were so loud and Cameron drank all of your sounds by shushing you with rough kisses.
The wet clapping emitting from where your bodies connected was getting so loud, Cameron had to look down. His loud moan barely registered through the fog clouding your senses.
“You’re sooo fucking wet baby. Gushing all that good shit all over me, fuuuccckkk.”
You were looking up at him, doe eyed, a soft crease pinching in-between your eyebrows with your teeth biting onto your bottom lip as you tried to control it. He was hitting all of your good spots and it was so intense, it sat like a weight on your chest.
Then, Cameron pushed your legs back so that your knees were touching your ears and he moved to hover directly above you. He used his upper body to contort you into the perfect position for him - ready for his taking and you were in awe with how it left you feeling. The weight of pleasure sinking into your bones, deeper and deeper.
“O-oooh!” You gasped as you pulled on the sheets underneath your fingertips.
His beautiful, blue eyes never left your face as he watched your pretty face surrender into the pleasure he was delivering. Your eyebrows drew together tighter, as if you were about to cry, your lips forming into an ‘o’ form as he slowed down his strokes, letting you enjoy the feel of him. Inch by inch.
Soft curves and hard muscles colliding into each other. Naked,skin on skin - still, felt like there was a barrier between the two of you. The thought slamming into you, nothing will ever be enough, you will always want more. Cameron groaned as he felt the pain of your nails breaking into the skin of his back as you unintentionally brought him closer.
You were begging for him without words and that caused him to smirk in satisfaction. Cameron couldn’t believe you had been keeping this type of connection away from him. The type of connection that quenched your thirst but left you famished for more.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling fingers tracing his bottom lip, tugging it free from his teeth. He placed a tender kiss on the inside pad of your thumb before his eyes drew back to where your bodies connected. The sight of it caused all of his blood to soar down to his aching dick.
Slathered all over his base was milky white. It built up generously and it accumulated so much the flapping wetness caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He couldn’t believe you’d ever get this wet.
“Yeahhh mamas, I can’t believe she’s this wet for me …”
Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slammed back in, the wetness drawing a delicious drag with drag. He threw his head back as a deep groan left him. The sound was so primal it sent nasty shivers down your spine and settled in your pelvis.
But you didn’t move your hand away from his pelvis as he was folding you even deeper. In fact, Cameron, lowered his upper body until he was completely folded over yours. His pelvis ground against your clit, his trimmed hair brushing your clit - hard.
Cameron was wild in his lust.
He sucked bruising kisses into your neck, his tongue trailed hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It was all consuming, overwhelming. His long tongue flattened against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth which made you lightheaded.
Blood rushed to your ears as he ground his hips up again, hammering away at that spot inside you but not enough to make you cross eyed and your hand pressed on his abdomen.
Cameron kept his eyes on as you gasped desperately. Your eyes closed as he nipped at your bottom lip which caused you to sigh softly. His tongue darted out and soothed the sting of your bite before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed, “Move that hand, baby.”
You didn’t move your hand but he did it for you. He grabbed your wrist and trapped it above your head as he drilled into you. Your mind was mush the more he thrusted into you so you didn’t even try to think straight. Cameron was so caught up in the moment - not just from the heat of your pussy but how tight and how creamy you were.
Letting out a string of swears, Cameron captured them by bringing your mouth into another overwhelming kiss. His cock aching whilst he swallowed your wails as you twitched and ached around him.
Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Cam gave another harsh yet hard roll of his hips into your swollen opening while he was battering at that tender spot inside of you and then … you were coming.
And fuck! You were coming, hard. Your nails clawed at Cam’s rigged muscles as a swarm of stars completely eclipsed your vision whilst your body went into shock with wave after wave of vicious pleasure.
Your wails were so loud, you struggled to recognise your voice. But Cameron had a clear view to the ecstasy flooding your face he pumped his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s it, babygirl … I love the way you’re cumming all over me…”
Tears spilled from your eyes and you were close to passing out when Cam dropped his head into your chest and took one of your swollen nipples into his mouth, his thrusts slowing down in tempo as he shot his cum deep inside of your heat with a muffled groan.
He filled you up to the brim and then popped out your nipple out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
The both of you were riddled with tiredness, thighs were killing you, and your body was trembling like a leaf but a grin had etched onto your lips regardless as Cameron placed calming kisses everywhere his lips could touch.
He slowly pulled out, warm yet concerned eyes checking over you for any sign of discomfort as you basked in the glow of the aftermath. Your eyes closed as you sank into the softness of the blankets beneath you. You left his kisses on your cheeks in the tender way that you’d grown accustomed to.
“You okay sweet girl? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, baby. I’m good.” You shook your head as you hummed in satisfaction. You felt him shift away from the bed, leaving you in your peaceful lonesome until you felt him wipe you down gently with a wet towel. You heard a thud as he tossed to rag onto on the floor when he was done.
You felt the bed dip beside you before Cameron slipped up behind you. Your hands reached behind you and brought him closer with a soft hum. You had crossed that line in your friendship and you couldn’t process what it meant for the future for the both of you. But you’d bask in whatever this moment meant for you.
Cameron nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “We’ll never just be friends after this.” He mumbled.
He was right about that. Nothing would ever be the same.
Pairing: Tyriq Withers (Cameron Cade) x black!fem!reader
Summary: In which your baby daddy is dropping off yall's kid, but tries to hit on you. (Short smut cause i got lazy)
Note: this was supposed to be out a while ago but i got really busy. Better late then never, right? My friend lowkey helped me write this.
as always, sorry for any bad grammar.
“Boy, gimme my baby,” you said, taking you and Cameron’s daughter from his arms as he stood out on the porch of your house. He had her all weekend, and you missed her. “Come on, Y/N, you gon’ let me hit that?” he asked with a smirk. “Only thing you hittin’ is the road. Bye, Cameron,” you replied, taking the baby’s bag from him. “Damn, no need to rush a nigga. You not gon’ offer yo baby daddy no water or nothin’? Damn, you cold. Real cold.” He shook his head.
“Brr, bitch. Kick rocks.” “Come on, Y/N, just let me in. Five minutes. You know you miss Big Poppa.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Shut up… Fine, Cameron. Fine.” You moved out of the way. He eyed you up and down before walking in. You closed the door behind him and headed toward the baby’s nursery. You heard footsteps behind you, so you knew Cameron was following you.
“Cameron, stop followin’ me around my house like a lost puppy,” you muttered, laying your daughter down on the changing table. “I ain’t lost. I know exactly where I’m tryna be,” he replied smoothly, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. You sucked your teeth. “Boy, please.” “What?” He grinned. “You can’t blame me for wantin’ my family back.” You paused for a second at that word. Family. Cameron noticed it too.
“There you go gettin’ quiet.” He smirked, pushing himself off the wall. “You still love me.” “I still wanna fight you too. What that mean?” you shot back quickly. He laughed under his breath. “See? This what I missed.” You ignored him, focusing on fixing the baby’s little onesie after changing her. Cameron walked closer until he was standing right beside you. Too close. “You smell good,” he mumbled.
You rolled your eyes even though your face was getting hot. “Back up before I spray you with formula.” “Nah, you like me right here.” Before you could reply, the baby let out a little giggle and grabbed onto Cameron’s chain. His whole face softened instantly. And that’s what always got you. No matter how much he irritated you… he loved his daughter down bad. Cameron looked over at you while bouncing her in his arms. “See? She want her parents together.”
“You are so delusional.” “But am I wrong?” He tilted his head with that cocky smile you used to hate. Used to. You walked past him toward the kitchen. “You wanted water, right? Get your water and go home.” He followed right behind you again. “Damn, why you actin’ like I can’t spend time with my girls?” “My girls?” You turned around. He stepped closer. “Yeah. Mine.” Your breath caught slightly when his hand landed on your waist.
“Cameron—” “Nah, let me talk.” His voice got lower now, less playful. “I know I messed up before. I know I get on your nerves. But every time I leave this house, I be thinkin’ about you.” You stared at him silently. Then his smirk came back. “…And you thick as hell in them shorts.”
You stared at him for a second before shoving his shoulder. “Boy, if you don’t get out my face.” Cameron laughed, grabbing his chest like you hurt him. “Damn, that’s how you treat somebody tryna be honest?” “You was doin’ good till you started talkin’ nonsense again.”
“Nah, I’m dead serious.” His eyes dragged over you again before he grinned. “The shorts just distracted me.” You sucked your teeth and turned away so he couldn’t see your smile trying to creep up. Cameron noticed anyway. He always noticed. “There go that lil’ smile.” “Ain’t nobody smilin’.” “Mhm.” He leaned against the counter while you grabbed him a bottle of water from the fridge. “You still got attitude, but you softer now.”
You handed him the water. “Don’t push it.” Instead of taking the bottle right away, his fingers brushed against yours. Slow. Intentional. Your stomach flipped and you immediately pulled your hand back. Cameron smirked like he won something. “See? Still got you nervous.” You tried not to laugh, but a little snort slipped out anyway. Cameron’s whole face lit up immediately. “There it is.” He pointed at you. “Knew you still thought I was funny.” “You are actually so aggravating.”
“And you still let me come over.” “That’s for the baby.” “Mhm.” He nodded slowly like he ain’t believe you at all. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.” You shook your head and walked past him, but Cameron reached out and caught your wrist gently. Not enough to stop you completely, just enough to make you pause. The playful look on his face faded a little. “I’m serious though.” His voice got quieter. “I miss you.”
Your heart betrayed you instantly with that stupid little flutter in your chest. You hated that. Hated how one soft sentence from him could sneak past all your attitude. “Cameron…” “Nah, listen.” He stepped closer. “I know I be playin’ too much sometimes, but I mean that.” His thumb brushed lightly against your wrist. “I miss comin’ home to you. Miss hearin’ you complainin’ in my ear. Miss you yellin’ at me for leavin’ my shoes everywhere.”
A smile almost pulled at your lips again. “Because you dirty.” He laughed softly. “See? That right there.” For a second, neither one of y’all said anything. The tension felt different now. Quieter. He looked down at your lips for just a second before looking back at your eyes. “You still wear that lip gloss I like,” he mumbled. You immediately stepped back, pointing at him. “Don’t start.” A cocky grin spread across his face again. “Too late.”
“Cameron, I’m serious.” “And I’m listenin’.” He moved closer anyway, slow enough for you to stop him if you really wanted to. “You keep tellin’ me to back up, but you ain’t pushed me away yet.” You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Mostly because he was right, and that irritated you more than anything.
His eyes stayed locked on yours before flicking down to your lips again. “See? There you go gettin’ quiet.” “You make me tired.” “Nah,” he said softly, “I make you nervous.” You sucked your teeth and tried to turn away, but his hand caught your waist before you could move too far. Not rough. Just enough to pull you back in front of him.
“Cameron…” “What?” His voice dropped lower. “Tell me to stop forreal.” The problem was… you couldn’t. Not when he was lookin’ at you like that. Not when his hand was warm against your waist. Not when every little memory of him kept rushin’ back all at once.
His grin faded a little when he realized you weren’t pulling away anymore. For once, Cameron got quiet too. Then his fingers tilted your chin up gently. “You still so pretty,” he mumbled. Your breath caught slightly. “Boy…” Before you could say anything else, his lips brushed yours. Soft at first, almost teasing. Like he was waiting to see if you’d stop him. You should’ve stopped him.
Instead, your hand grabbed the front of his shirt, and that was all the permission Cameron needed. He kissed you again, slower this time, and you hated how familiar it felt. How easy it felt. His other hand slid against your waist while yours stayed bunched in his shirt. The kiss got deeper for a second before you finally pulled back, breathing hard. “See?” Cameron smirked a little, forehead still close to yours. “Knew you missed me.”
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The bedroom was quiet except for the TV playing low in the background. Cameron sat against the headboard like he lived there, one arm stretched across the pillows while he watched you move around the room. “You always doin’ somethin’,” he muttered. You glanced over your shoulder. “Maybe because somebody in here keep distractin’ me.”
A slow grin spread across his face. “So I am distracting?” “Don’t start gettin’ cocky.” “Too late for that.” His eyes dragged over you again, making your stomach flip a little. “Come here.” You ignored him at first, fixing your shirt even though it didn’t need fixing. Cameron just watched you quietly for a second before patting the spot beside him on the bed. “Why you actin’ nervous?”
“I’m not nervous.” “Mhm.” He tilted his head. “Then come here.” You rolled your eyes, but eventually walked over anyway. The second you got close enough, his hand caught your wrist gently, pulling you onto the mattress beside him. “Cameron—”
“What?” he murmured, already way too close. “You keep sayin’ my name like you want me to behave.” “And you don’t.” “Nah.” He smiled a little. “Not around you.” Cameron’s hand stayed on your wrist a second longer than it needed to. Not tight, not forcing—just there, like he wasn’t in a rush to let you go. You tried to steady your breathing. “You always do that.”
“Do what?” he asked, voice low. “Act like you don’t know what you doin’.” That made him laugh softly. “Maybe I don’t.” But the way he was looking at you said otherwise.
The space between y’all got smaller without either of you really moving at first. Just eyes locked, the teasing slowing down into something heavier, quieter. “You still mad at me?” he murmured. “…I don’t even know right now.” “That’s fair.” His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, like he was testing if you’d pull away. You didn’t.
That pause was all it took. Cameron leaned in first—slow, giving you time to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. And when his lips met yours, it wasn’t rushed or playful this time. It was quieter. Intentional. Like he’d been holding it back and finally stopped pretending he wasn’t.
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You were laying on your back, the bottom half of your body hanging off the bed as Cameron stood in between your legs as he stood at the edge of the bed thrusting in and out of you. "Shit, this pussy is still so tight" He groaned as he pounded into you. Your hand gripped his forearm as your head was thrown back against the pillow. His left hand gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your skin. As his right hand rested on your lower stomach. "Fuck Cameron" you moaned as you gripped his arm tighter. "You gonna give me another baby?" He questioned as he moved his right hand down and started rubbing your clit "Y-yes, oh my gosh, yes!" You moaned out as your legs started shaking.
"Im so close, Cam" "Cum for me baby" He muttered in your ear as he leaned over you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a train as your release gushed out around his cock. "Fuck baby, there you go. Shit, im about to cum too" He groaned in your ear as he started thrusting faster. He thrusted in you a couple more times before he buried his cock deep inside of you, his thick cum flooding your pussy. "Fuck" He groaned in your ear as he gripped your waist.
He collapsed on top of you, the both of you panting heavily. He looked up at you, his hand coming up, cupping your face and tilting it for you to look at him. "I was for real when i said i missed you.... Missed us" You looked at him "I wanna come back home Y/N" You stared at him a little longer before smirking "I think about it" He groaned "Your unbelievable"
Hey Gurl! Could you write a story with Cameron Cade inspired by Freakum Dress by Beyoncé? Like have Y/N wear the freakum dress to seduce cam?
thanks boo!
if i can’t have you ❥ tyriq withers
PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by “Freakum Dress” by Beyoncé + in which you and Cameron are flings that see each other from time to time, but when he suddenly gets a girlfriend, he cuts you off and moves on without you like you don’t exist. little does he know, you won’t be leaving him alone that easily — or ever. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE #1: also inspired by “tell me what you want” by Sasha Keable (“fuck is a break when i’m on all fours for you? told me you ate, well, here, i got some more for you.”) + “I’ll Kill You” by Summer Walker & Jhené Aiko (“don’t want no problems, i wish a bitch would. try to come between us, it won’t end up good. you know i love you like no one else could.”) ✨
AUTHOR’S NOTE #2: also inspired by my lovely moot @slvttyfied’s “A Thin Line Between Love And Hate” series that i’m still so deeply engrossed in 🤭
“said, it’s been a minute since i had some. he’s been actin’ up, but he won’t be the only one…”
you and Cameron started off as classmates. nothing more than just two people who sat beside each other in the same classroom for an hour and a half throughout the semester. you never paid him any mind and he didn’t bother you like most athletes would when they saw an attractive girl — the two of you just minded your own business and continued on casually.
you didn’t really know how things shifted from strangers to flings, but when the two of you ended up having a one night stand after being drunk at a Homecoming party, you were sure that was when things changed.
even though both of you were intoxicated that night, the sex that transpired wasn’t forgotten when you awoke beside each other in the morning. you remembered everything and so did Cameron, which is why neither of you could leave each other alone after that.
the atmosphere in the class you two shared was never the same. it went from both of you paying more attention to yourselves than each other to you and him passing notes back and forth and his hand caressing your thigh under the desk. the sexual chemistry the two of you had was something different, in a more hypnotizing way.
it was like you couldn’t get enough of each other, and it grew harder and harder to try and keep your hands away from each other when you were in public, which led to rumors circulating around campus that you and Cameron were secretly dating.
neither of you addressed the rumors, though. you two weren’t officially together, but you also weren’t seeing or talking to other people — at least, you weren’t.
you and Cameron continued fucking around for almost the entire semester, until he randomly cut you off three weeks before it ended, leaving you stunned and completely throwing you off. you tried reaching out to him to get an explanation and see if you did anything wrong for him to just up and leave you like that, but he never called or texted you back. it was like he vanished into thin air when it came to you, but remained available for everyone else.
however, the moment you finally found time to confront him in person, you nearly flashed out at the sight of him kissing and hugging another girl in the middle of the courtyard — but the icing on the cake? the girl was Jasmine, the same girl you had two of your classes with.
you were never the same after that. you weren’t sad, no. you were far from sad. you were furious, bitter, jealous, and even revengeful — you were a woman scorned, and hell hath no fury like the wrath you were about to unleash on Cameron Cade.
you became quieter around campus, almost reserved. the people closest to you were concerned about your wellbeing, but you were eerily calm. you couldn’t let your emotions take over your life, but you couldn’t just let Cameron slip away from you and into another woman’s embrace. you needed a plan, a real good plan that would surely make him realize the mistake he was making — and that, you did.
throughout the last three weeks of the semester, you did more than just finish up homework and study for exams — you plotted, tremendously. you had to think of something that would scare Cameron straight and have him running back to you, but you also didn’t want to hurt him. you wanted to warn him, but you certainly weren’t going to repeat yourself.
this would be his first and final warning, and if he fucked up again, you’d punish him with actions instead of threats.
after the semester concluded and your grades and GPA were in great shape, you were able to fully focus on your plan, and luckily for you, the NPHC was having an end-of-the-year party at a frat house off campus tonight — an event that you knew Jasmine would be at because you stalked her Instagram on your burner account, a page that nobody knew about but you.
you waited until she posted a video at the party to confirm Cameron wasn’t with her, but to further solidify your assumption of him not being at the party, you stalked his Instagram. you didn’t find anything, so you stalked his friends’ accounts too, but you didn’t find anything there either — that’s when you truly knew he wasn’t in attendance.
upon finding realizing that, that’s when you set your plan in motion. you got dressed in a sexy black lace dress, the piece enunciating the fullness of your breasts and the curve of your ass. the dress was practically a type of negligée and it was so lacy that it didn’t leave much to the imagination, but that was exactly why you bought it — and it’s also why you chose to wear nothing underneath it.
your feet were enclosed in black pumps that added to your height, and once you finished admiring your appearance, you put on a black ankle-length trench coat and tied it at your waist, properly concealing your risqué form. after securing the knot, you slipped something really special inside the inner pocket of the coat before grabbing your keys and heading over to Cameron’s apartment, not bothering to inform him of your impending arrival.
it’s not like he’d answer your texts anyway, and you were through being ignored by him.
Cameron didn’t know what to expect when he heard a knock at his door, but you were definitely the last person he expected to see tonight. he answered the door in a tank top and some sweatpants, a look of confusion crossing his pretty face the minute his greenish-blue eyes landed on you.
“what you doin’ here?” Cameron asked as he leaned against the door frame and rested one of his hands against the side of the door, looking down at you as if he were assessing you.
“you gon’ let me in?” you simply asked, not wanting to beat around the bush with small talk, as you slightly tilted your head, “it’s cold out here, Cameron.”
you weren’t actually cold, but he didn’t know that. he wasn’t supposed to, actually. you didn’t want to stand outside on his door step and talk to him like a woman desperate for answers. that wasn’t your style.
you were far from desperate. you were as calculated as a person could be.
Cameron eyed your attire for a moment and took notice to your heels, but chose not to say anything. instead, he leaned up from his door frame and took a step back before stepping aside, allowing you inside.
you entered his residence, but you didn’t rush to sit. you didn’t want to. that wasn’t what you came over for. you came over to make a point: you will not be left high and dry while he experiences romance with someone who isn’t you.
you watched him shut and lock the door behind you, and the minute he turned around, you stepped closer to him, keeping him from walking past you and almost causing a collision between your bodies.
“why you been ignoring me, Cameron?” you asked, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as Cameron stepped back to create distance between the two of you and you immediately followed, your eyes slightly narrowing at the action, “i been calling you. texting you, too. and you just… disappeared on me.”
“i been busy,” the way Cameron could lie so smoothly to your face without considering the consequences almost made you want to punch him in his mouth, but you clenched your jaw instead to keep yourself from listening to the voices in your head, “my bad. just ain’t had time to check my texts lately.”
“mhm,” you hummed lowly as you stared up at him with a blank expression, seemingly calm on the surface but fuming in the inside, “that’s pretty funny, you know? especially since you’ve been real active on social media lately.”
“not to mention, you been flashing your lil’ girlfriend around campus, too. in fact… isn’t there a picture of you and her pinned on your Instagram that you posted three days ago, Cam?” you asked casually as you flashed a grin, though there was no joy in your expression whatsoever, “what was her name again? hm, let me think… oh! Jasmine, right?”
Cameron looked at you silently, though his face spoke more than his vocals ever could. he can’t say he didn’t expect this, but what was throwing him off was the scarily calm look on your face and the intensity in your gaze. there was something different about your presence and he couldn’t put his finger on it, but whatever it was had the hairs on the back of his neck standing at full attention.
“you didn’t stop speaking to me because you were ‘busy’. you stopped speaking to me because you got a girlfriend,” you chuckled bitterly as you glared at him, “uh-huh, that’s it. you cut me off and left me high and dry to go play boyfriend, that’s what this is.”
Cameron parted his lips to speak, but you immediately raised your index finger and sat it against his mouth, watching his lips immediately close again and his adam’s apple bob from a swallow.
“shut the fuck up. i’m talking,” you growled as you narrowed your eyes at him and removed your finger from his lips, your hand moving to grab ahold of his jaw to force him to maintain eye contact with you, “you think you can just fuck me and leave? huh? you think you can ghost me and move on like i don’t exist? like i didn’t become your stress reliever when you’d get out of football practice? like you didn’t have my legs pinned beside my head while you fucked me like i owed you something?”
“well, guess what? i’m not goin’ nowhere and i’m not sharing you, Cameron. you’re mine, so fuck her and fuck that lil’ ass ‘relationship’ you got with her,” you warned as you slightly raised your eyebrows to emphasize your point, “i’m only gon’ say this shit once, so you better heed my fuckin’ warning. because next time, i won’t talk and i’ll let you see for yourself how serious i really am.”
your hand left his jaw and went inside your coat to slip inside the inner pocket as your fingertips wrapped around your special toy and slyly pulled it out, pressing the cool steel of it underneath his chin.
Cameron’s eyes never left yours and his body tensed up as he swallowed hard at the feeling of your handgun against his warm skin, his jaw clenching slightly to contain the fear coursing through him.
“you feel that, baby?” you cooed condescendingly, smiling sadistically, as you slid the gun up to his cheek and gently tapped the barrel of it against his face twice, your smile widening when you saw him flinch, “you feel what’s gon’ happen to you if i catch you with her again? hm?”
you applied slight pressure and pressed the barrel of the gun further onto his cheek, watching his breathing hitch as his hands balled up at his sides. your eyes lingered on his face before slowly dragging down his body, finding satisfaction in seeing the way his body reacted to being held at gunpoint.
however, when your eyes dropped below his hips, one of your eyebrows rose at the sight before you, and you smirked patronizingly as your head raised and you looked up at Cameron, noticing the shift in his gaze.
“damn, if i knew you’d get hard from me pullin’ a gun out on you, i wouldn’t have waited this long to do it,” you chuckled mockingly as you pressed your body flush against his and watched him inhale sharply through his nostrils, his hard dick now pressed against you and pulsing through his sweatpants, “untie my trench coat, Cam. i got another surprise for you underneath it.”
truthfully, Cameron didn’t know how to feel because he had so many emotions coursing through him at once that it was hard to determine which one was the strongest.
he was afraid of what you’d do to him, but was also intrigued by how far you were willing to go just to have him to yourself. he felt embarrassed about getting an erection from your malicious threats, but his body seemingly had a mind of its own and viewed the gun as an aphrodisiac instead of what it actually was — something that’d be used against him without a doubt if he didn’t comply.
his hands trembled slightly as he raised them from his sides and grabbed ahold of the knot in your trench coat, his eyes nervously flickering between yours and the article of clothing on your body. slowly, Cameron untied the knot and gently pushed the coat open, inhaling sharply through his nostrils at the sight of the black lace against your bare melanated skin.
“f… fuck…” Cameron managed to croak out, his voice barely audible, as his eyes dragged along your figure and you smirked satisfactorily, pulling your arms back and shrugging the coat off of your shoulders until it eventually hit the floor behind you.
“you like it?” you grinned innocently, batting your eyelashes at him, as you pressed the barrel of the gun into the center of his chest and dragged it down his torso before stopping at his lower abdomen, causing his breathing to catch while his eyes dropped down to watch your movements, “i bought it just for you, baby… i remember you said you loved seeing me in lace.”
Cameron’s eyes found yours and he blinked through his hypnotic state as he gazed down at you and swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry the moment he tried to find his voice again. when he failed to speak, he nodded instead, the motion meek and almost submissive, earning a soft chuckle from you.
“mm-mm. use that mouth, Cam,” you cooed, a small smirk crossing your face, as you moved the gun to press into the center of his chest for a second time and your other hand reached down to his erection, wrapping your fingers around it through the layers of clothing and gently squeezing it, “tell me you like my dress.”
“…i-i like your dress…” Cameron admitted softly, his words a bit breathy from your grip on his dick, as his hands cautiously found your waist and you smiled in delight, your body instinctively leaning into the warmth of his palms while your eyes remained locked in on his face.
Cameron didn’t stutter often, nor did he ever speak timidly, but there was something about you that had him feeling more submissive than he ever had in his life — or maybe, it was just the effects of his life being on the line for fucking over the wrong woman that had him too fearful to say or do the wrong thing.
“how much?” you purred, gently biting down on your bottom lip, as you let go of his dick and slipped your hand inside his sweatpants, brushing past the waistband of his boxers with ease and wrapping your fingers around his bare phallus while you began to stroke him slowly.
a soft groan fell from Cameron’s lips and his grip slightly tightened on your waist as his head tilted back a bit towards the door and his hips gently jutted forward, pressing himself further against you and the palm of your hand.
“s-shit… so much, mama,” Cameron groaned as his hooded eyes left your face and averted to your body again, allowing them to slowly wander across your scandalously-clad figure and properly drink you in, “you look so fuckin’ good in that dress.”
your eyes lit up and you grinned widely, watching Cameron’s eyes choose parts of your body to momentarily fixate on before moving to another part of you. the term of endearment sent pleasant shudders through you and a moan of contentment fell from your lips as you slightly tightened your grip on his dick and sped up your hand a little, flicking your wrist to also stroke him in a circle instead of the only doing the standard up-and-down motion.
“good enough for you to bend me over that couch and fuck me in it?”
your hands clung to the couch cushions as you stood bent over the couch arm, a deep arch in your back while Cameron fisted your dress and bunched it up against the middle of your back. your moans and cries filled the room and echoed off the walls as sounds of skin slapping, groans, and wet squelching harmonized with your sounds of pleasure, Cameron’s other hand firmly gripping your hip while he deeply stroked you at a quick pace.
your ass bounced and rippled against Cameron’s pelvis and your breasts pressed into the couch as a furrow sat between your eyebrows and your mouth hung open, your jaw slack while your body slightly jerked forward with each of Cameron’s thrusts. Cameron’s grip on your dress tightened and his fingers dug into the material before it sharply ripped under his tight grip, earning a broken gasp from you as you felt him completely tear it off of your frame.
this — this is why you couldn’t let him go. he knew your body better anyone else did. he knew how to fuck you so good that you’d still feel him the next day. Cameron was notoriously skilled in bed, and you knew other girls on campus knew that because word gets around fast, but you were through sharing — you were completely over it, actually. you were tired of thinking about the next bitch who got to cum on his dick that wasn’t you.
this time things would be different — because you’d be the only one cumming on his dick from now on.
suddenly, the position switched and both of you ended up on the couch as you sat on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you bounced at a quick pace. his large hands firmly gripped your hips to help guide you and he leaned up to you as he kissed you hungrily, desperately deepening the kiss while your hands clung to his shoulders.
you moaned into his mouth and he groaned into yours in response, but the moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing, making you huff in annoyance before pulling away from the kiss.
your hips gradually slowed and you parted lips to question whose phone could possibly be ringing, but then you paused before a word to leave your mouth, and a smirk slowly spread across your face as you met Cameron’s gaze and slightly tilted your head.
that wasn’t your phone, and you knew it wasn’t because you left yours at home.
“answer it, Cam.” you grinned innocently, your hips coming to a stop, as you sat fully seated on his dick and caressed his shoulders with your fingertips, feeling them tense up from your words.
Cameron’s mouth opened to decline but you immediately glared at him before any word could actually leave his vocals, one of your hands leaving his shoulders to grab ahold of your gun.
“i wasn’t asking,” you remarked, your voice suddenly shifting to a snarky tone, as you pressed the gun into the center of his chest and your other hand tightened on his shoulder, your eyes slightly narrowing at him, “pick it up and put it on speaker. now.”
the moment your gun touched Cameron’s chest, his dick twitched inside you and his fingers flexed against your hips, his breathing hitching and becoming a bit heavier than before. hesitantly, Cameron took a hand off of you and leaned forward as he grabbed his phone from the coffee table and leaned back against the couch, looking up at you for a moment before reluctantly answering the phone call.
“hello?”
“hey, baby! i was callin’ to see if you were still awake or not ‘cause i’m gettin’ ready to come see you,” the sound of Jasmine’s sweet and unsuspecting voice echoed throughout the living room and you could feel Cameron tense up further underneath you, “i didn’t wake you, did i?”
your eyebrows immediately furrowed at her words, your eyes darting between Cameron’s face and his phone. she was “getting ready” to come see him? while you were here with him? you weren’t going for that. in fact, you were going to make sure she didn’t show up at all.
before Cameron could even open his mouth to speak, you started moving again, deep determination and pure fury surging through you while your grip tightened on his shoulder and you pressed the tip of the gun further into his chest. Cameron’s eyes slightly widened and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he watched you intently, unable to control the way his body responded to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.
“n— nah. nah, you d-didn’t.” Cameron tried to mask his pleasure, but his words came out completely strained and his voice slightly cracked as his hand left your hip and his entire arm banded around your waist, holding you against him while you continued bouncing on him.
you smirked sadistically and pressed your forehead against his as you slid the gun up to rest underneath his chin and pressed your chest flush against his, eliciting a quiet whimper from him while his colored eyes searched yours.
“why you sound like that? you okay?” the genuine concern in Jasmine’s questions only made your smirk widen and you bit down on your bottom lip as you pressed your knees deeper into the couch cushions and bounced harder, taking his dick as deep as possible while a furrow formed between Cameron’s eyebrows.
Cameron’s jaw fell open and his bottom lip trembled as he tried to form a sentence of reassurance to give his girlfriend, but a deep moan fell from his lips instead once he felt your tongue drag across his mandible. you smiled victoriously and dragged your tongue all the way to his earlobe, kissing it before flicking the top of it with the tip of your tongue.
“you know what i want you to do, Cameron,” you whispered patronizingly in his ear as your hand slid up from his shoulder to the back of his neck, cradling it in your palm while his arm flexed around you, “tell her you done with her. tell you don’t want her no more. tell her not to call you no more. tell her you leaving her. do it or i’ll kill her.”
“Cameron… are you good? what the hell was that?”
a desperate whimper fell from Cameron’s mouth, though he didn’t know if it was from fear or pleasurable, and the sound of your threatening whispers mixing with Jasmine’s innocent voice nearly sent him into psychosis, conflict and pleasure internally battling to control his facial expressions.
“J-Jas…” Cameron exhaled shakily as he swallowed hard and tried to steady his voice, but considering the position he was in — literally and figuratively — he knew it would be a waste of time, “i can’t… c-can’t do this wit’ you no m-more.”
“you can’t do what no more with me? Cam, what the hell you got goin’ on? like, seriously. ‘cause i know you not about to do what i think you are.”
you pulled back from Cameron’s earlobe and looked down at him, meeting his gaze that was somewhat unsteady. a stray tear formed in one of Cameron’s eyes and you smiled sadistically as you watched it roll down his cheek before wiping it away with the tip of the gun, making him flinch.
“do. it. Cameron.” you whispered demandingly, slightly raising both of your eyebrows, as you gently tapped the gun against his cheek and suddenly bucked your hips, earning another whimper from him.
“i-i’m… i’m leaving you, Jasmine. i c-can’t do this relationship shit wit’ you no m-more…” the words left a bitter taste in Cameron’s mouth, as if his stomach acid had refluxed and scorched the back of his throat. his body tensed after the words hit his eardrums, as if it had physically pained him to leave the woman he cared about.
but you? you were elated to see the words pour from his mouth, no matter how much they may have hurt him you say or how much they may have hurt Jasmine to hear. there was no going back after this, and you and Cameron both knew it, but sooner or later, you’d grow on him and he’d learn to love you like you loved him — frankly, he had no choice.
and just like that, Cameron was stuck between a rock and a hard place — the “hard place” being a woman he mistakenly fucked over who wouldn’t hesitate to kill to get him all to herself, even if it meant he had to die, too.
SUMMARY: inspired by this post + this Twitter post + this edit + this second edit + this third edit + this TikTok + in which you and Tyriq sneak off to the bathroom amidst the Met Gala for a little screen time, but instead of a taking a picture, you end up taking something else. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE: the minute i saw this man at the Met Gala, i knew i had to write something about how GOOD he looked 😩 then my Tumblr algorithm did its thing & i saw the post tagged above, SO ENJOY THIS WHILE I FINISH OTHER DRAFTS 🤭🤭🤭💐
“open up a lil’ wider for me, bae… uh-huh, there you go, pretty girl.”
your mouth opened wider on command as you pushed forward a bit more, slowly taking as much more of Tyriq’s dick as you could handle down your throat until you eventually gagged around him. you fisted the rest of his inches that couldn’t fit in your mouth and you stroked him with the same rhythm you sucked at, your mouth and hand moving in unison as soft gagging and the sound of spit filled the air.
“fuck, look at you. so damn beautiful with this dick in your mouth, baby.” Tyriq groaned, cradling the back of your head in his unoccupied hand, as his fingers lightly threaded through your hair and he gently guided you up and down, not wanting to take over your movements but wanting to help you out with them instead.
you moaned against him in response and you pulled back from his dick until only his tip was in your mouth as your other hand wrapped around him and you started jerking him off while paying special attention to the sensitive head of his long inches, earning a deep moan from him while his grip in your hair slightly tightened.
“look at me, bae.” when your eyes lifted to Tyriq, you weren’t expecting to see his phone angled down at you and recording the lewd act you were engaged in, but you weren’t put off by it. in fact, it made you determined to make him cum quicker, and your hands sped up on his dick before either of you even realized it.
you pulled your mouth off of his tip and stuck out your tongue instead as you slapped and rubbed the throbbing tip against your tongue, keeping your hands steady and maintaining your rhythm while your tongue swirled around the head and slid across the slit in it.
“shiiiit… damn, mama,” Tyriq gutturally moaned, his hand sliding down from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, as he lifted the phone and angled it towards the mirror, recording at a different angle and perspective, “keep goin’, baby, fuck… you doin’ so good f’me.”
the change in perspective showed more than his point of view did — it revealed his unbuttoned shirt, his tensed abdomen, and your slightly messy hair. it also displayed the color of your gown in a different lighting, the front of it tucked underneath your knees to soften the floor beneath you.
however, the mirror perspective really emphasized the movements in your hands and head, a soft hum falling from your parted lips before you took him back inside your mouth again.
Tyriq watched you in the mirror for a moment before looking down at you, watching you remove both of your hands this time and bob your head quicker than you initially did. your eyes flickered up to his and the two of you made eye contact as you held your hands behind your back and took him in deeper, soft gagging noises filling the room again for each time he hit the back of your throat.
Tyriq’s jaw slightly dropped and his lips fell ajar as groans and moans erupted from his vocals, the sound of them echoing inside the bathroom and harmonizing with the sound of slurping from you. a furrow formed between his eyebrows and his lashes fluttered as his hand moved from your neck to your jaw, cradling it in his hand and pressing his thumb against your cheek while he watched his dick disappear and reappear inside your warm mouth.
“mmh, fuck, i’m ‘bout to nut, mama… ‘bout to nut all in this good ass mouth,” Tyriq moaned, the furrow between his eyebrows increasing, as his grip slightly tightened on your jaw and his phone and he lowered the camera back to you, wanting to record the moment he painted the inside of your mouth with his cum, “don’t stop, baby, keep goin’. just l-like that, beautiful…”
and you didn’t stop. you wouldn’t stop — not until your boyfriend was satisfied and completely drained of his seed.
Summary📝: Aaron realizes he’s ready to be a one woman man
🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, language (use of N-word), brief violence (man-man), pretty much all fluff💕
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*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found via Pinterest.*
'Cause it's easier to
Stay home, stay home
So they're fucking around with these hoes
Need someone to lay on, lay on
Find the one that light me up, I gotta stay home, stay home
All the haters think they know, but baby, they don't
“So I send her the email right? And I clearly said if she needed help or don’t understand to tell me. I didn’t hear nothing so I’m thinking everything cool. My coworker decides to check in with her and she claims ‘oh I didn’t see it’.”
Aaron just shakes his head with a sigh, “I’m not surprised. Ma I’m tellin you, she just there collecting a check.”
This should’ve been the first sign to Aaron he was in love. Actively listening to you complain about work - lowkey wanting to know the tea himself - and the fact he’d been ready to pop up at your job and handle anybody that stressed you out. Patients, co-workers, your manager. Any and everyone could get it.
“Then she said she don’t know how to move stuff to the different folders!,” you add pausing from your pacing in front of your man as he sat wide legged on your couch. He wasn’t complaining at the view though, watching your hips sway in your black scrub bottoms that gripped your ass and thighs so nice he had to silently thank God for such a creation and having the sight to witness it. “You right though, she just there to be lazy and get paid. Oh! And I ain’t tell you how she was bragging about her little connections with the manager so now she feel invincible. But he caused this. She had two other positions she kept messing up but rather than fire her, like anyone else would, he puts her somewhere else!”
“Far as I’m concerned they both dumb as hell,” he responds pulling you down to sit on his thigh. “I told you bae anytime you finally get sick of them people, quit. I got us.”
The second sign: him wanting to take care of you, and not as part of some ego boost showing off to everyone around how he was the man. Because he was eager to learn what made you happy and willing to do whatever he needed to keep you happy. He wanted to be your peace unlike in his past relationships where his needs were his only concern.
“Aw thank you baby,” you smile lightly gripping his chin to kiss his puckered lips, “but I’m not putting all that stress on you.”
“Ain’t no stress when it come to my baby.” Interrupting what would be an overdue, heavy make out is the extended vibrations from Aaron’s phone signaling an incoming call. Begrudgingly pulling his iPhone from his pocket, he rolls his bluish-green eyes as he lets his head fall back against your cream loveseat with phone pressed to his ear.
“Sup? Yea I’m still coming just gimme a few minutes. Alright..alright I’ll see yall.”
“Shoot I forgot you had boys night,” you hurriedly stand looking at your watch. Already Aaron misses the warmth of your body against him nearly making him pout like a spoiled child. “You gotta get ready.”
He just shrugs as he stands, “Honestly been thinkin about staying in. Meet up with Buck another time.”
To celebrate Buck’s release from jail, the rest of the boys wanted to get together, which of course included the hottest club, drinks until somebody fell out, women, the works as he’d call it. However, Aaron wasn’t in the mood to deal with sweaty, drunk people bumping into him all night in a cramped space. Strobe lights hurting his eyes and speakers giving him a headache as he had to practically scream to be heard over the thumping bass. He just wanted you, in bed, comforter and blankets nearly suffocating the both of you while one of your shows played on the tv.
The final nail in the ‘locked in’ coffin.
“It’s up to you, but I wouldn’t want him to feel a way because all his boys there and not you. Plus with all yall together I know it’s gonna be a time.”
“Yea them boys somethin’ else,” he lightly chuckles bringing you close with firm hands on your hips. “You uh mind if I come back after?”
“I’ll probably be sleep by then though.”
“That’s fine. I’ll just crash here.”
An amused tilt finds its way to your perfectly arched brow and the corner of your mouth looking up at the man holding you like he didn’t want to let go. “So you’re gonna pass your place to come back here? And when I’ll most likely be sleep?”
“Cmon ma you gon’ make me beg?,” he chuckles. “You know I wanna see you.”
“I know you do, but I don’t mind a little beg here and there,” you respond with a playful tug to his thin, gold Cuban. Since day one you’d been getting onto him about saying what he meant.
“I don’t know why you playing like this,” he’d said at the house party of a mutual friend months ago. That famous dimpled smirk on his face finally having gotten you alone in the hallway. He saw you see him multiple times throughout the night, but rather than come to him - like he expected - you continued taking turns between being with your girls or working the room. “You know I’m feelin’ you.”
“I have an idea, yea, but I don’t know for sure,” you retorted. “When have you told me ‘I like you’ or ‘I wanna take you out’? I’m not a mind reader I can’t tell what’s going on in that big head of yours.”
It had been a couple weeks of this back and forth between the two of you. Flirting as he walked with you throughout the store - much to his supervisor’s dismay - turned into exchanging numbers that later lead to texts throughout the day and late night calls. Yet nothing ever outwardly spoken sealing what you already felt to be true.
“Oh so you flirt with other dudes like how you flirt with me?”
“If what we have is so obvious, you should know I’m not. Plus are we gonna ignore the four girls I saw you ‘kiki’ with?,” you smirk back taking a sip from your bottle of water. Aaron kisses his teeth as he playfully rolls his eyes, but he knows you have a point.
“Aight touché ma.”
“I’m into you Aaron, but come correct or watch someone else do it.” Those few words shifted something in Aaron he’d never experienced before. And when you moved to walk away, his arm was quickly reaching out to stop you hating the mere thought of you leaving with someone else that night. Dating someone that wasn’t him.
“Hi, I’m Aaron,” he begins as your soft eyes look up at him. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all night and would love if you’d give me the chance to take you out sometime. Preferably tomorrow if you free?”
Try as you might, it’s hard to hide the smile beginning to spread across your glossy, peach flavored lips. The dimly set lights fail to shield you from Aaron’s incoming teasing feeling his index finger tap under your chin and stop you from turning your head.
“Don’t try to hide, I see you cheesin’,” he smirks making you playfully roll your eyes. “If only I could see it every day.”
Heart like melted ice cream and cheeks burning, you reach up to peck his cheek leaving a glossy print of your lips. “Depending how tomorrow goes, maybe you can.”
…
Clear, plastic cup in hand as he stood against the wall, Aaron was already overstimulated and ready to go. There was a dull ache in his temple that started from the moment he entered YaYa’s. Apparently everyone else in the city came out wanting to celebrate too from how packed the dark space was on each floor. His crew was lucky enough to find the little corner booth next to him where Buck, and a couple of their other boys, sat nodding along to the rap mix thumping from the speakers overhead.
“Looks like you need some company.” Light skin with straightened brown hair highlighted with blonde, the unknown woman no doubt was interested in Aaron from the way her sultry eyes took in his standing form. Denim mini skirt with a red lace tank top and matching stilettos, she was undoubtedly attractive, but no longer what Aaron was looking for. “What’s in your cup?”
“Crown,” he shouted to be heard over the newest song beginning to play, “and I’m good. My boy in the green tee could use some though.”
“What if I wanna stay here instead?,” she asked smirking as she gently rested her hand on his chest leaning closer to his ear to be heard. A simple twist of his upper body and her hand is falling back to her side causing her features to twist in confusion.
“My girl waiting for me at home.”
He loved how that felt leaving his lips. His girl. He wondered what you were doing right now. If you were waiting up for him or already sleep. Hopefully in one of his shirts he strategically left in your pajama drawer since beginning to stay over at your place.
Blonde highlights simply pouts before sighing, “too bad,” and retreating to her friends at the bar. Meanwhile Aaron’s friend, Mike, is taking her place surprising Aaron with a firm clap of his shoulders and a brief shake.
“Aight that’s the second baddie you denied tonight. What’s wrong with you man?!”
“I’m good on all that. Just tryin’ to vibe tonight.” For anyone else, that answer would be enough. It wouldn’t be Mike though if he didn’t keep running his mouth.
“Don’t tell me you scared bruh. You need a wingman? Need big Mike to help you?,” Mike teases in a baby like voice making Aaron roll his eyes as he removes his friend’s hands from his shoulders.
“Like I said I’m good bruh.”
Mike kisses his teeth, “Don’t tell me you done let one of these hoes tie you down?”
Aaron could tell Mike about himself for that. Go off loud enough that everything in the club would probably stop. Lights coming on while security manhandled his whole crew outside to the busy street. Even fight him for daring to call you a hoe when he knew nothing about you. But he kept calm. Simply sipped from his cup as the man in front of him observed his quiet demeanor and shook his head with a chuckle.
“Nahh bruh, not my boy!”
“Mike chill.”
“Why waste time on one when you can have ‘em all? I mean they got they own rosters and shit too, they don’t give a damn about us.”
Aaron really was trying to hold on for the sake of Buck, but he could feel his skin getting hotter with annoyance and frustration.
“I can’t believe you let one trap you. Can’t be the best p-,”
Mike couldn’t finish his sentence with Aaron quickly grabbing the front of his shirt and pinning him to the wall he once stood against. His bluish eyes nearly seagreen now with how angry he was. The rest of his boys were quickly surrounding him urging him to let go, but Aaron was past a point of reasoning.
“Finish the sentence. I promise you won’t be talking again.”
“Aye chill man, he not worth it,” Buck spoke near his ear. “Let him go.”
“Nah he talk to fuckin’ much!,” Aaron replied still not keeping his eyes on an unapologetic Mike trying to loosen his hand from his shirt.
“I know, I know. But you wanna go back to your girl tonight right?”
That seemed to straighten him up eventually loosening his grip enough that the couple other men of their group could pull Mike back towards the booth while Buck grabbed Aaron with an arm around his shoulder leading him outside.
“Nigga really letting a girl come in between the boys!,” Mike called after them. Buck’s strong grip on his shoulder wouldn’t let him turn around though and didn’t loosen until they were finally on the sidewalk outside. Humid, Atlanta summer air hitting both their faces as they passed the line of people waiting to get in. With every step, Aaron could feel his heartbeat slowing to its natural rhythm. Unfortunately, his headache increased in its pounding by the time they stopped to sit on a nearby bench.
A puff of air leaving his lungs, Buck gently rolls his neck back and forth before retrieving a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. “You alright man?”
“Yea I’m good. Mike just don’t know how to shut up.”
Buck chuckles lifting the white stick to rest between his lips as he lit the opposite end and eventually blew out a white stream of smoke. “Yep…that’s Mike for you.” He takes another drag before blowing out another stream, “so who’s the mystery lady? Or you hiding her from everybody?”
A small smile spreads across Aaron’s lips - as it tended to whenever you were mentioned - “Nah ain’t no hiding.” Shifting so he could get his phone from his back pocket. Easily he opens his phone showing all the pictures he had so far. Some were selfies of you at work while others were of the both of you from your various dates.
“Okayy I see you my boy,” Buck smiles clapping Aaron on the shoulder. “Y’all look good together.”
There goes the giddy flutters he tended to get when thinking about you again. Unknowingly, a flush of pink appears on his cheeks as well making Buck smile even harder as he shook his friend’s shoulder. The two looking every bit like teenage boys geeked about getting noticed by the prettiest girl in school.
“She even got you blushin’ and shit?! My boy in love forreal!”
“She different man. Make me wanna be better you know?”
“I feel like that’s how it’s supposed be when you love somebody and really wanna make it work. Do what you can and supposed to for that relationship to grow. I’m happy for you Ron.”
Aaron could always depend on Buck for talks like this. Even solid advice when he needed it. Although he never took that advice for himself, getting mixed up with the wrong people and the wrong things, he was always good people. One of the few Aaron could truly call a friend - unlike the rest of their crew only around for a good time.
“Thanks Buck.”
“Now why you out here in these streets with these fools and not with her, I don’t know.”
“Nigga we supposed to be celebrating you that’s why,” Aaron chuckles smacking him on his upper arm.
“I’ll be honest man, I been sleeping on what felt like sticks and stones for months. I want my bed! Hell I’ll take a blow up mattress at this point!”
Different shades of skin tone aside, you’d think the two were brothers how similar their laughs are, “I feel you. That short time I had in juvie was enough for me.”
“I appreciate you coming out though; yall trying to do this for me, but you know we can always meet up later and do something. Get to your girl man. I already know you itchin to get back,” Buck winks making Aaron chuckle once more.
“You gonna be alright out here?,” Aaron asks as he stands. Their hands meeting with a loud slap.
“Yea I’m cool. Like it better out here really,” he answers making eye contact with a passing group of women. One with butt length, black boho braids and brown skin like his eyeing him longer with a very interested smirk and small wave directed towards him. Aaron took that as his sign to give the two some time together, telling his friend goodbye one last time before ordering his uber.
…
Locking the door behind him, Aaron’s immediately met with the sight of you curled on the couch under your pink Hello Kitty blanket. Your phone on the floor - probably from being dropped when you fell asleep Aaron guessed - and the re-run of some Law and Order episode long forgotten. The closer he got, he could see you were wearing his old Braves shirt only making the dimples in his cheeks deepen.
“Cmon sleeping beauty, time for bed.” His lips pressing softly on your forehead and then your cheek causes you to stir. Your eyes peeking open to find your boyfriend cutting off your tv and retrieving your phone from the floor.
“You’re back,” you sleepily smile stretching your arms over your head. “You have fun?”
“Yea it was alright,” he answers effortlessly lifting you and your blanket in his arms to journey to your dimly lit bedroom. Once close enough to your side of the bed, he’s gently dropping you on top of the multi-colored comforter leaning down to meet your lips. “Glad to be back with my baby though.”
“Aww you missed me!”
The fact you apparently couldn’t tell by now that he wanted to be with you every waking moment, practically living in your skin, genuinely baffled Aaron. Nonetheless, he nods kissing you once more before walking towards your clothes basket to remove his socks, jeans, and top leaving him in his black boxer briefs. “You miss me?”
You playfully tap your chin as if you’re thinking before lifting your hand to show your index finger and thumb maybe a centimeter apart. “A little.”
“Mm…yet you walking round in my shirt,” he teases sliding into bed beside you. His hand instantly finding your thigh to drape over his hip as your arms wrap around his neck.
“God forbid a girl wanna be comfortable,” you innocently shrug causing both of you to laugh.
“Whatever, you know you crazy about me.”
In that moment, he can feel a shift in your mood. No longer joking and playful, but nervous as your attention went from his eyes to his chain reflecting the warm light from the small lamp on your dresser. His knuckles trace against the smooth skin of your thigh attempting to comfort you, but you still won’t meet his eyes. “What’s wrong bae?”
How close you’re pressed against each other, Aaron feels your heart thump against your chest. “I promise it’s nothing just…I’m more than crazy about you. I love you.”
It’s a weight off your chest, yet waiting for his response is like a block to your oxygen. Was it too soon? Much more serious than he wanted? Although it seemed longer, it was only a few seconds before Aaron was tilting your chin giving himself all the access he wanted to your full lips. Hopefully allowing you to feel his love for you as your lips moved in perfect sync. Like they were made for each other.
“I know you wasn’t nervous to tell me that,” he smiles against your lips. “I’ve been in love with you since you got me straight at that party.”
“Nuh uh,” you smile.
“Uh huh,” he replied matching your childish tone before turning serious again. “It’s always gonna be you for me ma.”
A/N: this been in my drafts for an embarrassing amount of months now 🫠 but I’m excited to finally be posting something! Hopefully yall enjoy! *im gonna try to post some more since I’m out of school for a bit but we’ll see*
note: Part two of The Thick of It. very loosely inspired by Eric Benét's Chocolate Legs and Beyoncé's Naughty Girl whilst writing this.
i probably misrepresented American colleges (sorry Americans) and used wrong football terms, i am not knowledgeable on the sport.
no use of y/n. reader is described as black, plus-size (no real mention of physical appearance), British, and tatted.
summary: Cameron Cade has finally gotten his hands on the new girl, and he is insatiable. But what happens when she overhears some unsavoury things and judgments about her budding relationship with the star quarterback? Will they survive the heat of his fame, or will it consume them?
pairing: Cameron Cade x f!reader
warnings: fat shaming, a little angst, smut, porn with (some) plot, p in v, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrapping before tapping)
word count: 6505
part one // part two
The steam from the bathroom clung to your skin like a second layer as Cameron guided you out of the shower, his grip firm on your damp waist. He didn’t bother with towels, simply walked you backwards across the hall, his mouth finding yours in a searing, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of mint and lingering heat. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and you fell back, the duvet cool against your overheated skin. Cameron followed you down immediately, covering your body with his, the weight of him grounding and overwhelming all at once.
There was no hesitation this time, no slow build. He hooked your legs over his arms, spreading you wide, and drove into you with a groan that vibrated against your chest. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that stole the air from your lungs. He didn't hold back, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both punishing and precise.
You dug your nails into his shoulders, your head falling back as you met his thrusts, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the quiet room. The bed frame creaked in time with your movements, a rhythmic protest that matched the escalating tension coiling in your belly. When you came, it was with a sharp cry that he swallowed with his mouth, his own release following moments later, hot and pulsing deep inside you.
The frantic energy seemed to drain out of the both of you at once. Cameron collapsed onto his elbows, careful not to crush you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing slowing down, syncing up. Then, he shifted, rolling both of your bodies onto their sides so you faced each other.
The confidence that usually defined him had softened, his eyes tracing the lines of your face with that expression that made your chest tight. "Bet Jayson couldn't have made you cum that many times," his voice raspy and low from your previous actions. Once again, you rolled your eyes at him, lightly shoving at his slightly damp chest.
"Who?" You teased, trailing a hand across the expanse of his arm. This time, he was the one to roll his eyes, pulling you closer to him and placing a soft kiss against your temple.
He reached out, tucking a stray damp curl behind your ear, his thumb brushing over the shell of your ear. "Now who's being insufferable?" He started, a soft murmur of words as you basked in each other's presence. "You're incredible," his voice a low rumble that you felt more than heard.
He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. It wasn't a demand, but a question, gentle and searching. You felt your defences waver. You kissed him back, your hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin, and for a while, the two of you just lay there, tangled in the sheets, the scent of sex and rain coming from the open window heavy in the air.
But the quiet couldn't last.
The next few days were a blur of stolen glances and lingering touches in the hallways. The push and pull remained — you rolled your eyes at his cocky grin, Cameron making snide comments about your study habits — but the resistance was crumbling. Every brush of his arm against yours sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You quickly realised that you two could not keep your hands off each other, the need for contact overriding your pride.
It happened three days later under the bleachers during a practice session. The air was thick with the smell of cut grass and damp earth, the shadows long and concealing. Cameron found you there, ostensibly hiding from the noise, but really waiting for him. He didn't say a word, just crowded you against the cool metal support beams, his hands sliding up your skirt to find your bare, wet pussy.
"Missed me, baby?" he whispered, his fingers sinking knuckle-deep in your warm heat.
You bit your lip to stifle. amoan, her hands fumbling with his belt buckle. "Shut up and fuck me."
He freed his cock, hard and heavy, and lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he slid into you in one smooth stroke.
"Fuck! Cam— please." You moan, hands clutching at his jersey, your blue stiletto nails digging in through the material. It was fast and dirty; the metal of the bleachers felt cold against your back while he pounded into you, his breath hot in your ear.
Above the two of you, the stomping of cleats and the coach's whistle provided a rhythmic soundtrack to your debauchery. You came quickly, clenching around him, and he followed, pulling out just in time to spill onto your inner thigh, marking your dark skin with his cum.
The car was two days later. You were supposed to be driving to a study group, but Cameron pulled into a secluded overlook towering over the city lights. "Cam, this is not where we're supposed to be," you chided, no real protests being heard as you sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the view.
"Come 'ere." His hands reach out to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth as you leaned over the dashboard, melting into the mess of the kiss.
He reclined the passenger seat, and you straddled him, the tight confines of the car forcing your bodies close. "You gon ride this dick, ma?" His hand reached down to grip your ass before he laid a firm slap against the plump skin.
The windows fogged up as you rode him, your hands braced on the roof of the car. The angle was deep, hitting a spot that made you see stars. Cameron gripped your ass, guiding your movements, his eyes locked on yours.
Above him, you rocked your hips faster, chasing your high, head lolling as your whines and moans echoed against the metal of the car. "Look at you," he gritted out, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. "Riding my dick like you own it."
"I- I'm close," you whimper, lowering a hand to rest beside his head as you continue your movements.
The stimulation was too much. You shattered, your walls fluttering around him as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan, throwing his head back against the headrest. You stayed there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, the air in the car heavy and humid.
The risk only seemed to fuel the both of you.
An empty chemistry lab became your playground the following week.
Cameron joined you in the lab, watching as you moved with ease around the benches, grabbing a beaker and a clear liquid he didn't know the name of, and watched as you poured it into the beaker set up on the tripod above an unlit Bunsen burner. His cock stirred in his grey sweatpants as he listened to you explain your method.
Next thing you knew, the smell of sulfur and sterile surfaces contrasted sharply with raw, primal need taking over an empty lab bench. Cameron bent you over the cold resin of the table, pulling down your jeans. He dropped to his knees behind you, spreading your cheeks to lap at your pussy and ass, his tongue delving deep.
"Cameron, someone could walk in," you hissed, though you pushed back against his face.
"Let them," he growled, standing up and lining his dick up with your entrance. He thrust in hard, the stools under the bench scraping loudly against the floor as your legs bucked into them from the strength of his thrusts. He reached around to cover your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries as he took you with relentless abandon. The fear of discovery mixed with the pleasure, sending you hurtling toward the edge. When you came, your knees buckled, and he had to hold you up, his own release pulsing hot inside you.
The final straw broke in your own down room. You were on the phone. to your mother back in London, trying to maintain a normal conversation about the weather and your classes, while Cameron sat on the edge of your bed, a wicked glint in his eyes. He slid off the bed and crawled under your desk, hidden from view by the table.
You tilted your head down slightly at the feeling of a warm hand wrapping around your ankle and tugging.
Keep quiet, he mouthed, moving closer as he watched your attempt at maintaining a conversation with your mum.
"So, yeah, mum, the classes are... quite intense," you finish, your voice hitching as Cameron's hands parted your knees.
You glared down at him, but he just smirked, leaning in to run his tongue along the seam of your leggings. Turning your phone to move away from your mouth as you took in a sharp inhale. You bit your knuckle, trying to focus on your mother's voice droning on about the rain in London as Cameron pulled your leggings down your thick thighs and threw them on the floor of your room, his fingers pulling the fabric of your panties aside, exposing you to the cool air, and then his mouth was on you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with ruthless precision.
"Are you alright, sweetie? You sound out of breath," your mother asked.
"I'm... No, I'm fine," you gasped, your hand reaching down and cradling the back of Cameron's head, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. "Just... running up the stairs."
Cameron hummed against your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your nervous system. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, while his tongue continued its assault. It was agonisingly difficult to keep your voice steady, to answer your mum's questions about your diet and your sleep schedule while your body was being expertly unravelled. The pressure built to an unbearable peak, and when you finally came, you had to bite your lip hard to keep from screaming into the receiver. You slumped against the pillow on your desk chair, your legs trembling as Cameron emerged from under the desk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"Give my love to Dad," you managed to say into the phone before hanging up, tossing the device onto the pile of books adorning your desk and pulling Cameron up for a kiss that tasted of your own arousal and rebellion.
"You are absolute trouble," you breathed, your chest still heaving as you stared down at Cameron, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The taste of your own release still lingered on his lips, a testament to the chaos he had just wrought while you tried to explain your course schedule to your mother.
Cameron grinned, that cocky, lopsided expression that usually made you want to slap him, but now only made your knees weak. He stood up, leaning over your body to crowd you. His jersey, worn from practise, brushes against your bare arms. "She bought it, didn't she? 'Running up the stairs.' Classic."
"I almost had a heart attack," you scolded, though your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. "If she heard you... or heard me..."
"But she didn't," he murmured, dipping his head to nip at the sensitive spot behind your ear. "And now you're off the hook. Unless you need another distraction?"
You rolled your eyes, but the heat pooling in your stomach betrayed you. "Shut up and kiss me."
He didn't need to be told twice. The kiss was hungry, a collision of teeth and tongues that tasted of rebellion and lingering adrenaline. Cameron lifted you effortlessly, seating you on the edge of the desk. He stepped between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness that made your head spin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you.
"You're insatiable," you gasped against his mouth as he ground his hardness against your lace-covered mound.
"Only for you," he countered, his voice dropping an octave as your fingers worked to unbutton his jeans with practised ease, your knuckles brushing against his hardened length. You were already wet, aching for him after the oral torture he'd subjected you to.
Once he freed himself from the confines of his boxers, he stroked his thick cock once before lining up with your entrance. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside you, causing you to cry out, your head falling back as he stretched you out. He set a punishing rhythm as you let out a string of moans and curses, filling you completely. His hips driving into you with the same urgency he had shown under the desk.
The desk squeaked beneath your rocking bodies, a rhythmic protest that matched the slap of skin against skin. "Look at me," he commanded, gripping your chin and forcing your eyes to meet his. His green eyes are dark, dilated with lust. "Who's fucking you?"
"Y- fuck, Cam. You," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders through the jersey. "You are, Cameron."
"Damn right," he growled, capturing your lips again as he pistoned into you. The coil of tension in your stomach tightened rapidly, snapping before you could brace for it. You came with a shudder and broken wail, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. He followed you over the edge a moment later, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pulsed deep inside you, filling you with his cum.
For a moment, you both just stayed there, tangled together in the aftermath, the silence of the dorm room heavy around you. But reality, as always, was waiting.
Two weeks later, the dynamic shifted back to its usual push-and-pull that had started defining you two in public.
The campus was buzzing with excitement for the football team's upcoming home game, voices blurring together as you walked to your locker. As usual, Cameron's tall frame could be seen above the heads of the students walking past. "Hey, you coming to the game right?" He asks as he readjusts his gym bag full of gear.
"What? Number 7 can't play without little ol' me being there?" You teased as you pulled open the metal door, a slight grating sound following along with it. You took out the books weighing down your rucksack and placed them in the upper section of the locker, his body shifting nearby to stand closer to you.
"Ahh, you know I need my good luck charm."
A puff of air leaves you as you laugh at his words. "Well damn, now I guess I have to be there."
A wide grin graces his face. "I'll keep an eye out. I'll see you later, love." He quickly presses a kiss against your cheek before he jogs off down the hallway.
As the hours tick down to the game, you prepare to go watch the game in your dorm room. A sultry playlist echoed from your speaker around your room as you took out your hair products to attempt a new hairstyle you saw on Pinterest.
Once you had finished your hair and makeup, the time showed that you had around 45 minutes before the game started. Your phone dinged with a notification from Cameron.
Menace 😈: Come early? Need a good luck kiss from my good luck charm for it to work.
Love 🇬🇧: This what you say to your other girls?
Menace 😈: Only girl I got is you, ma, pull up. I'm in the changing rooms.
You laughed and shook your head, but stood up, checking your outfit once more and spraying your perfume before pulling on your shoes and the grey hoodie Cameron had left behind and left to meet him.
Once you reached the changing rooms, you shot him a text saying you're outside. The campus was practically empty as everyone was either already getting seats on the field's bleachers or back at their dorms getting ready for the quickly approaching game.
As you scrolled through Instagram on your phone, a voice rang out from beside you. "You came."
"Well, I couldn't be the reason our star quarterback had a bad game, now could I?" You ribbed, looking up from your phone at the sight of the man in front of you leaning against the wall beside you, as his body jolted from a low laugh.
"Exactly. I got a reputation to uphold, love." He moved closer, hand coming up to cradle your cheek as he leaned in to place a slow kiss to your glossed lips, pulling you further in as he deepened the kiss.
The two of you were lost in your own world, only broken apart at the sound of Cameron's teammates chanting and psyching themselves up. Once he pulled away, the lights in the corridor illuminated the sparkly lip gloss that transferred to his lips. "My God, you are messy." You laughed, lifting a hand to swipe your thumb across his plump lips to remove any residue.
"I could get messier." He returned, a flash of mischief running through his eyes as you rolled your eyes at his innuendo.
"Down, boy. You have a game to win. They're waiting for you." You pushed at his chest, moving him back.
"I'll see you after?"
"Yeah."
You walked towards the large football field, sitting beside one of your classmates and her girlfriend. The three of you chatted excitedly about the party a nearby frat would be hosting if the university won the game.
The game started, and there was a roar of cheering from your peers as all eyes were on the players who were running onto the field. Your eyes felt magnetised to Cameron's frame as he got everyone into position, shouting commands and hyping the team up further.
As the game progressed, you leaned forward in suspense as the bleachers erupted in noise, the sound pressing against your chest like a second heartbeat. The clock was bleeding out, just seconds left, and everything hung on this final play.
Cameron stood in the pocket, calm in a way that didn't make sense when everything around him seemed to be buzzing with chaotic energy. You'd seen that look before, quiet and focused, like the rest of the world fades out at his command. "Come on, Cam," you whisper, not even realising you've spoken out loud, as you grip the edge of your seat.
The snap. The rush. The defenders closing in.
Then Cameron moved.
He broke right, barely slipping past a tackle, and for a second it looked like he was going to throw, but he didn't. He ran. Straight for the end zone. The crowd rose all at once, a wave of noise so loud that it almost drowned out your thoughts.
He dove.
Touchdown.
Everything explodes. Lights, cheers, people jumping, screaming. You shoot up on your feet too, heart racing, watching him get swallowed by his teammates as they clap his back and hoot in happiness. For a moment, it felt like you were part of it, like you belonged in the glow of that win.
But the feeling doesn't last long.
As you slip away from the stands, heading down towards the hallway near the locker rooms to wait for Cameron, where it's quieter. Cooler. Easier to breathe and release that adrenaline you amassed from the game.
That's when you hear them.
A couple of cheerleaders, just around the corner. You're not trying to listen, but your name — well, not your name, but their description was enough to know they meant you — caught your attention. Your movements halting and breath catching as you unintentionally eavesdropped.
"...I'm just saying, Cameron could have anyone on campus, and that's what he goes for?" A voice rang out before it was followed by a small, disbelieving laugh. Not exactly cruel, but certainly not kind either.
"Right? Like... I don't get it. Sure, she's pretty, I guess, but... she's big. Cameron Cade? Come on."
Your stomach drops at their words.
There was a pause for a second; all that could be heard was the light rustle of pom poms, then another voice, softer but sharper. "He's literally the star quarterback. He could have any cheerleader he wants."
"Exactly. Like, imagine him with someone that actually fits the image, you know? Not..." She trails off, but it seemed she didn't have to finish as her friend pipes up.
"Not her."
They both laugh, softer this time, like they're being polite about it. Like it makes it better.
You feel like throwing up at their words. Call it curiosity, or that you were just a glutton for pain, but you couldn't seem to turn away from the spot your body seemed glued to.
"I mean, it's probably not even that serious anyway," one added. "Guys like him don't settle like that. It's likely temporary."
"Right. It's just... a phase or whatever."
Temporary.
There it was again. That inexplicable feeling rising again.
After that, you didn't stick around any longer to hear more. You stepped back quietly, your prior excitement unraveling piece by piece, replaced with something heavier. Colder.
By the time you got outside and the night air finally hit your skin, you realised just how tight your chest felt. How small you suddenly wanted to make yourself.
Back at your dorm, everything felt still.
No roaring crowd. No bright lights. Just the quiet hum of your room and the echo of those words you couldn’t seem to shake.
You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone. Your mind kept replaying everything. The way they said it so easily. Like it was obvious. Like everyone must have been thinking it.
You thought about him.
About the way his hand lingered on your waist. The way he looked at you when you were talking, like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. The way he didn’t rush out after, even when you expected him to.
But then again… he had never called it anything.
Your phone buzzed.
You flinched a little before picking it up to find that Cameron had texted you the address of the frat house party celebrating the home game win.
You contemplated your options: sit and wallow in peace or get dressed up and show the fuck out!
So here you were, standing outside the house with one of the girls from the lab, the bass thumping through the pavement, vibrating in the soles of your boots. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your crop top, suddenly feeling exposed.
Before you could overthink, you were pulled up the stairs, the clack of your heels following each step. Stepping inside, the air was thick with the smell of cheap beer, expensive cologne, and weed. The sea of bodies looked almost like a blur as your eyes darted around the room subconsciously to find him.
As always, he stood in the living room, surrounded by his usual swarm of admirers as he held a cup in his left hand, his football jersey replaced with a plain white tee stretched tight over his shoulders, a graphic zip-up and his denim jacket. His gold chain glinted in the light as his head tipped back in a boisterous laugh at something that was said.
You watched for a moment longer with that gnawing feeling in your stomach because, in that moment, he wasn't just the guy who spent months pursuing you, who fucked you senseless in empty classrooms and cars. He was Cameron Cade. The star QB. The king of the campus. And well, you were just... you.
The distance between you two felt insurmountable. You turned away, heading towards the kitchen in search of something to dull the stint. You squeezed past a couple making out against the doorframe and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the counter, needing to cool down.
"You made it."
The voice was low, right against your ear, and you jumped. Before you turn around, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a solid, muscular chest. Cameron's chin rested on your shoulder, his weight grounding you even as it unsettled you. He nuzzled your neck, his hands splaying possessively over your exposed stomach, thumbs brushing right under the hem of your crop top.
"Yeah, well, you invited me," you utter, trying to keep your voice light, but your body stiffens in his arms.
He held on for another breath, then let you go, letting you move to pour yourself a drink. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, a weight you couldn't shake.
For the next hour, you drifted through the party like a ghost. You found your lab partner and laughed at something she said near the keg, but the moment you spotted Cameron moving toward you, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Later, you ended up on the back porch, pretending to be fascinated by your phone, and when he stepped outside, you slipped back inside before he could reach you.
The third time you were in the hallway, leaning against the wall, letting the noise wash over you.
A group of girls walked past, whispering and giggling, and you caught the tail end of their words: "...wonder what he sees in her..."
You felt your stomach drop.
And then a hand clamped around your wrist.
You looked up to find Cameron, his jaw tight, his eyes burning. Without a word, he tugged you down the hall, past the coat closet, past the back stairwell, until he shoved open the door to a small study room tucked away near the basement. The room was quiet, lit only by a desk lamp. A cluttered bookshelf lined one wall, and a worn leather couch sat against the other.
He closed the door behind you and locked it.
"Cameron–"
"What the fuck is going on with you?" His voice was low, controlled, but the edge was razor-sharp. He stood with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving. "You've been dodging me all night. Three times. Three times I tried to get to you, and you vanished."
You crossed your arms, looking away. "I just needed space."
"Space." He let out a humourless laugh. "You've been pulling away since the game. I'm not stupid. I know what people are saying. But I need to hear it from you."
Your throat tightened. "I'm not saying they're right, Cameron. But..." you paused, running a hand over your bare arms. "Look at you. I'm not exactly–"
"Not what?" He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "Not the right fit for a quarterback?" He stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath, the warmth of his skin. "I don't give a shit about any of that."
"Cameron–"
"Let me finish." His hand came up, cupping your jaw, his hand came up, cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "I've been chasing you since September. You think I didn't notice you the first time you walked into that lecture hall? I saw you. I saw those curves, that smile, the way you talk with your hands when you're excited. And I wanted you. I still want you."
You blinked back the burn in your eyes. "It's not that simple."
"It is." His forehead pressed against yours, his voice barely a whisper. "It's that simple. You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Every inch of you drives me crazy. And I'm not letting some insecure bullshit take that away."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "I love your body. I love the way your hips feel under my hands. I love the way your thighs press together when I touch you. I love the softness of your belly, the fullness of your tits. I love everything about you. Do you hear me?"
Your breath hitched. "I hear you."
"Good." He kissed you, soft and slow. With a tenderness that made your knees buckle. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, asking for entry, and you gave it to him. His hands slid down your sides, gripping the generous curve of your hips. pulling you flush against him.
When he broke the kiss, he was breathing hard. "I want to show you. Let me show you how much I want you."
You nodded, your voice lost.
He guided you to the leather couch, but instead of lying you down, he turned you around. His hands ran down your arms, your waist, before he pressed down gently against your lower back, guiding you forward. You braced your hands against the armrest, bending over, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
But his hand stayed. Warm and reassuring as he stroked the curve of your ass. He pushed up your crop top, baring your back, and pressed a kiss to your spine. Then another. Then another, trailing lower until he reached the waistband of your jeans.
"Don't move," he whispered, placing a final kiss before his hands moved to the front of your body.
He unbuttoned your jeans, tugging them down, along with your panties. The cool air hit your skin, but his hands were there a second later, gripping your ass, squeezing, spreading.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Look at you."
He knelt behind you, his lips pressing kisses to each cheek, his hands massaging the plush flesh. His tongue traced back up your spine, making you gasp, and he chuckled against your skin.
He stood, and you heard the clinking of his belt as he unbuckled it, then the rasp of his zipper as it went down. His hands found your hips, steadying you, and then the head of his cock pressed against your slick folds. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, a deep, stretching fullness that made your mouth fall open.
"Oh, god," you moaned.
"Yeah," he groaned, his voice strained. "Feel that? Feel how good you take me?"
He bottomed out, his pelvis flush against your ass, and he stayed there, letting you adjust. His hands slid up your sides, under your top, cupping your tits, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
"I love this body," he whispered against your shoulder. "I love how soft you are, how warm, how perfectly you fit around me. I could stay inside you forever."
He started moving—slow, deep thrusts that rocked your whole body. His rhythm was languid, almost lazy, his mouth pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder.
"Look," he said softly, nodding toward a dusty mirror propped against the bookshelf. You hadn't noticed it before, but now you saw your reflection: bent over the couch, your face flushed, your tits swinging with each thrust, his body covering yours, his face buried in your neck.
"See how beautiful you are?" His voice was a murmur, honey and heat. "See how well we fit?"
You watched, transfixed, as he fucked you slow and deep, his hips rolling against your ass, his cock glistening as it slid in and out of your pussy. Your reflection showed a woman lost in pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded.
But then his pace changed.
He pulled, his grip on your hips tightening. "Get on your knees."
You sank to your knees, and he guided you onto all fours, positioning you so the mirror was directly in front of you. He knelt behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his cock nudged at your entrance.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror, baby," he said, his voice rougher now, losing its tender edge. "Watch how well you take me."
He slammed into you, hard and deep, and a cry tore from your throat. His right arm moved from around your waist to wrap around your throat from behind, placing you in a headlock, pulling your back flush against his chest, forcing your gaze to the mirror as he watched your eyes roll as his hips pushed into you.
"Don't look away," he growled. "I want you to see this. See what you do to me. See how perfect you are when you're being fucked the way you deserve."
His head drops to the crook of your neck as he bites down, pulling a broken cry from you. His hips snapped against yours, faster now, harder, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The room filled with the sounds of skin to skin, og your moans, of his grunts, drowning out the bass of the music just behind the door. In the mirror, your body bounced with each impact, your face a mask of raw ecstasy.
"Look at that pussy gripping my cock," he hissed. "Look at how deep I am. You were made for this. Made for me."
Your arms gave out, and you dropped to your elbows, your ass still raised, taking every sharp thrust of his hips. He leaned over you, his chest pressed to your back, his mouth at your ear.
"I'm going to fill you up. Gonna mark your body. Make sure everyone knows you're mine."
Your orgasm built like a wave, cresting, ready to break, and you sobbed a broken version of his name.
"Fu- oh! I'm cumming!" You cried out, your eyes rolling back as your head lolled.
"Come for me, ma," he ordered, his pace frantic. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."
Your orgasm came crashing down on you, your body convulsing, your pussy clenching and fluttering around him. He followed a moment later, a guttural groan ripped from his chest as he spilt hot, thick cum deep inside you, pumping through his release, grinding against your ass as he grunts with each thrust.
He stayed buried in you for a long moment, panting against your neck as he dropped his arm around your neck. Then he pulled out slowly, watching as his cum leaked out from your swollen folds, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
"Never doubt this again," he affirms, his voice soft once more. "You're mine. And I'm not letting you go."
The study felt smaller now, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.
Cameron pulled his jeans back up, zipped and buckled them, then reached for your hand. His fingers laced through yours, warm and possessive. He didn't say anything at first, just looked at you with that half-lidded, satisfied gaze that made your stomach flip.
"Ready to go back out there?" he asked, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.
You hesitated, thinking about the whispers, the stares. But his grip tightened, grounding you.
"Or we could stay here a little longer," he added, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. "I'm not opposed to round two."
You laughed, shaking your head. "Let's go."
He helped you fix your top, smoothing it down, then adjusted your jeans. His fingers brushed the welts on your neck — the marks he'd left — and he smirked.
"Good," he said, low and satisfied.
He unlocked the door and pulled you out into the hallway, his arm sliding around your waist, anchoring you to his side. The bass thumped louder as you climbed the stairs back to the main floor.
The party was still in full swing, but the moment you emerged, a few heads turned. Specifically, a cluster of cheerleaders near the kitchen island. You recognised them from the whispers earlier — the ones who'd wondered what he saw in you.
They went silent when they spotted you.
One of them, a blonde with a sharp ponytail, glanced at your neck, and her eyes went wide. Her friend nudged her, and soon all of them were staring, their mouths slightly open.
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but Cameron's arm tightened, pulling you closer. He pressed a kiss to your temple, loud and deliberate, before steering you past them.
"Hey, babe," he said, loud enough for them to hear, "you want a drink? Beer? Something stronger?"
"Whatever you're having," you managed, your voice steadier than you expected.
He led you to the keg, filled two cups, and handed one to you. The cheerleaders were still watching, their whispers now a murmur you couldn't quite catch. But Cameron didn't even glance their way. He just leaned against the counter, pulled you between his legs, and rested his chin on your shoulder.
"See?" he murmured against your ear, his breath warm. "Nothing to worry about. They're just jealous."
You took a sip, feeling the beer cool your throat. "You think so?"
"I know so." His hand slid down to the curve of your hip, squeezing gently. "Besides, they don't have my marks on them."
You snorted, nearly choking on your drink. "You're insufferable."
"And you love it." He grinned, his teeth grazing your earlobe.
For the rest of the night, he kept his arm around you. When you moved to the living room to talk to your lab partner, he stayed close, his hand resting on the small of your back. When someone challenged him to beer pong, he pulled you onto his lap while he played, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh. When you danced — loosely, laughably — he spun you into his chest and dipped you, stealing a kiss before you could protest.
Every time he caught a cheerleader staring, he made a point of touching you. A kiss. A squeeze. A whisper.
And you found yourself relaxing into it, into him, into the warmth of his attention.
At one point, the blonde from earlier walked past, her eyes flicking to the dark marks on your neck. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Cameron spoke.
"Hey, Stacey," he said, his tone light, almost friendly. "You see something you like?"
Stacey's face flushed. "Uh, no, I just—"
"Good." He didn't let her finish. "Because I do. And she's mine."
He turned back to you, dismissing her completely, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You felt a grin spread across your face, helpless and genuine.
By the time the party wound down, you were leaning against him, tired and happy, his arm draped over your shoulders like a permanent fixture.
"Same time next week?" he asked, his voice teasing.
"Maybe," you replied, tilting your head to look at him. "If you're lucky."
He laughed, low and warm, and kissed you again — slow, sweet, in full view of anyone still watching.
"I'm the luckiest guy on this campus," he said against your lips. "And I don't need anyone else to see it. I already know it."
You walked out together, his hand in yours, the night air cool on your skin. Behind you, the party hummed on, but you didn't look back.
