Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)
Synopsis: you edge Cameron to see how much he can handle !
Warnings *MDNI* : sub!cameron cade, edging, oral (m!recieving), handjob, teasing, “baby” as term of endearment, use of “yes ma’am”, light choking, one use of “good boy”, unprotected piv
WC: 2.6 k
A/N: Again, this is a dynamic I’ve never written about so not sure how well it translated from my brain so hey, there’s that ! And happy spooky season for those who celebrate 🎃
Cameron was the most impatient person in your life. You attributed this to football because now more than ever before he has such a "go go go" energy with everything in his life. The only times he'll allow himself to slow down is when you make him or if he see's you in a mood that would require all of the patience he can muster. This has manifest in the bedroom as well with Cameron initiating things 70% of the time, flipping you into mutiple positions (luckily his stamina outweighs his patience), going several rounds, and most sessions being fast, not that you're complaining though. An idea came to mind as you and Cameron were in your shared living room watching TV.
You were laying on his chest, body placed between his legs, when the thought popped into your head. You wondered if Cameron would let you run an experiment and test just how patient he could be and how he'd feel about you being in control. You repositioned yourself into a seated position on him with each leg on the sides of his hips, sitting right on top of him over his grey sweats. You gently rubbed his chest as you asked "Hey, baby?", he hummed in response, rubbing your thighs and ass back and forth. "You trust me right?”, looking at him with a doe-eyed expression. “Of course, why?” he questioned. You bit your lip and contemplated for a second before proposing, “how would you feel about letting me try something new with you… in the bedroom?” Trailing your fingers down his stomach following his happy trail. You instantly felt his initial response, him hardening beneath you. He grinned wide, “Let’s go!”, he stated, sitting up while grabbing your waist to keep you locked around his hips as he stood before you stopped him. “Wait, you’re so impatient Cam! This is exactly why I’m asking you now because I have a feeling you won’t even be able to handle it.” You laughed at his eagerness. “Oh baby I can handle anything you throw at me. Wanna bet??” You playfully rolled your eyes and laughed until another great idea came to mind. “Hmmm, ok. Since you’re convinced you can handle what it is, without even hearing what I had in mind, how about this? You lose, you have to make dinner every night for one week at my personal request for the meal and If I lose, same deal?” He abruptly slapped both of your ass cheeks, making you clench his hips at the sudden movement, before gleefully saying “Deal! Now let’s go.” You laughed as he stood up, wrapping your legs around waist, heading towards the bedroom.
Cameron sat down on the bed with you seated in his lap, grinding you back and forth palming your ass while peppering kisses up and down your neck. You were mewling, moving against his hips in a circular motion as you felt him harden completely, a wet patch growing on your underwear. He began to lick and suck your neck at a particularly sensitive spot causing you to audibly moan out and tense your thighs. You grasped his jaw with one hand, pulling his face from your neck towards your lips going from soft pecks to a passionate tug of war, pulling away to nip at his bottom lip before resuming. Cameron tried to increase the speed, moving your hips with more fervor to the point you could almost feel him throbbing through his sweats. You broke the kiss to catch your breath while you both simultaneously moaned at the friction of just his sweats and your underwear being the barrier between you two. Then you quickly remembered the idea you had in mind and tried to slow your hips. You hadn’t quite been in complete control to this extent before but you’ve been wanting to give it a try ever since you suspected Cameron would be more than willing to give you that and might even enjoy it more than you if that’s possible. Your grip on his jaw tightened as you gently whispered against his lips, “I’m in control tonight baby, we’re moving at my pace, understood?”, swiping your thumb against his bottom lip. Cameron looked at you with his pupils fully blown out, and you swore you saw a hint of complete submission pass through his eyes at the sound of that. His hips twitched slightly as he breathed out, “yes ma’am.” You gave him a warm smile and responded “Good boy, the safe word is red, ok? Now lay back on the bed.”
As though you had awoken something in him (and possibly yourself), Cameron obliged immediately, moving to lay on his back, head closest to the head board. You wanted to be deliberate with your movements and drag this out to see what he could handle so you began to slowly climb up onto him. Once positioned sitting on top of him, you rubbed up and down his chest admiring the view of Cameron’s physique and his heavy breathing in anticipation of what’s to come. “You look so sexy like this baby. I haven’t even started yet and you look like you’re already on edge.” He squeezed your waist for a moment before confessing, “I am. That’s just your effect,” then he began rubbing circles on your hips waiting for your next move.
You leaned down to kiss him, being intentional with your grasp on the side of his neck with your other hand trailing down towards his hips ignoring where he wanted you most. Hips twitching as you got close then moved away. Your hand then gradually moved across his neck just barely applying pressure before you pulled away, lips wet and slightly swollen, before directing your kisses all over his neck. After leaving a few love bites around his chest, you continued planting soft, wet kisses down his stomach, being sure to keep your eyes on his reaction. His breathing faltered as you slowly dragged a finger against the hem of his sweats before removing them completely.
You then trailed a single finger against his bulge before palming it lightly, already seeing precum start to seep through the thin fabric. Then at an agonizingly slow pace you finally dragged his underwear down until his dick sprung out hitting his stomach. You rubbed his thighs up and down before lightly clawing down them then innocently asked, “you doing ok baby?” His mask was slipping as he responded shakily, “mhm.” You were really taking pleasure in seeing him crumble so you decided to take things up a notch.
You placed kisses on each side of his hips then grabbed him and started placing feather light kisses on the underside of his member. Cameron’s body visibly shivered in anticipation even though you continued your gradual pace before placing a firmer kiss at his tip. He let out a small moan as you licked him on his underside now from the base of his dick to his tip before swirling your tongue around his tip. With a low groan he stuttered out, “f- fuck.” The way he was reacting caused you to instinctively clench your legs positioned in between his, a pool of arousal simmering in your stomach.
You took as much of him down your throat as possible before moving your head back up and dipping down. Cameron went from gripping the sheets to holding your head with one of his hands just for stability. Tremors went through his body as you continued this pattern at a slow pace, switching to paying extra attention to his tip as you came back up. You held onto his thighs sensually switching from rubbing them to lightly scratching with your nails. And as you began to slightly increase the pace you peered up at Cameron to see him focused on you through his haze of pleasure, mouth slightly parted as his eyebrows furrowed and he groaned out, “Sh- shit baby don’t stop.” His abdomen tightening as you sped up, vulgar gargling sounds filling the bedroom as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You felt him throb in your mouth as his orgasm drew closer. His head fell back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut, about to fall over the edge, when you pulled off completely.
You leaned back up into a seated position on your knees and took pleasure in seeing his dick violently twitch at the immediate loss of stimulation, eager to cum. The knot in your stomach tightened. Cameron’s breathing still heavy, he closed his eyes with a smirk and once he registered what you were doing he uttered, “Not fair baby”, while squeezing your thighs. You moved to straddle him. Gently cradling his face, you said, “hmm you said you trust me right? Trust that I’ll let you cum eventually, but under the condition you tell me when you get close, ok?” Hands subconsciously rubbing from your waist to your legs, Cameron obediently nodded before responding with a breathy “yes ma’am.”
You directed him to sit up for a moment so you could position yourself behind him, legs barely encasing his long, muscled ones as he leaned against you. “Relax” you softly said against his ear, trailing your hand down to gently stroke his leaking dick. Cameron shuddered as you swiped his pre cum against his tip before dragging your hand down his entire shaft in an unhurried pace. You continued stroking his dick up and down, bit by bit increasing your pace as you deliberately began rubbing his tip lightly with one thumb as you made your way back up after each stroke. He moved his hands from gripping onto the sheets to both of your thighs wrapped around him, squeezing as he felt his climax approaching. His abdomen tightened as you were moving at a steady pace now. Groaning, he peered down at your movements, enthralled by seeing your manicured hand drag up and down his length. He breathed out, “I-I’m close baby.” And you halted your movements, feeling his dick twitch in your hold. He instinctively rutted his hips up chasing the pleasure that had stopped.
You were almost brimming with anticipation for the final act you had in mind for this experiment, his immense pleasure bordering on desperation to cum. You would’ve done this a lot sooner had you known getting him so riled up would do wonders for your arousal as well. He dropped his head back against your shoulder, while trying to calm his breathing he uttered, “you’re really dragging this out, huh?” You responded by immediately resuming your actions, picking up from the same pace being sure to pay extra attention to his sensitive head “you told me you could handle anything baby. I’m just trying to see how true that is.” You then turned your head to the side to give him a quick peck on his cheek as his body wound tighter. Hips fully chasing the movement of your hand, Cameron had a death grip on your thigh, legs shaking preemptively before his orgasm can hit. He was unable to control his moans and whimpers at this point as he pleaded “p-please, fuck, I’m—”
You stopped your movements again, Cameron breathing wildly sighed at you pausing your movements. His dick twitched aggressively as he gripped your thigh. He begged in an airy tone, “please…”. You contemplated whether or not you wanted to continue this torment or move to the final stage but ultimately decided to move on for your sake as well, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearable at this point, as you were eager for some sort of friction. You gently pushed him forward indicating you were moving positions.
Once you were up you removed your (his) oversized t-shirt and underwear then began straddling him again. You pulled him in for a kiss, starting to gingerly grind against him. Cameron tensed, one arm enveloping your frame while the other guided your movements with a firm grip on your ass. As you picked up speed, your wetness was beginning to pool on his happy trail and he broke the kiss to moan out lowly, “please, I need you.” You obliged, on one condition, “I know baby, I’ll take care of you but I need you to wait until I tell you to cum. Can you do that for me?” Your thumb swiped across his bottom lip. Never being one to turn down a challenge, Cameron scanned his eyes across your face through his blown out pupils and nodded, “yes ma’am.” You had never seen him so docile but you reveled in being able to bring him to this point.
Lifting your hips, you positioned him at your entrance then started to gradually take him inch by inch, gliding down with little to no pressure due to your arousal. After taking him to the hilt you both moaned at the feeling, with you clenching down as a response. Cameron suddenly squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed your hips to halt you before you could move, and pleaded “F-fuck, wait!” He breathed heavy trying to calm down before he immediately proved you right, that he couldn’t handle it and couldn’t follow directions. As tempting as it’d be to not listen, you gave him some mercy. His eyes were still closed as he gave you the green light to continue. You pulled your hips up before coming back down at the same pace and mid-movement you grasped Cameron’s cheek moaning, “baby, look at me.” He opened his eyes and found himself struggling the most now to hold on until you gave him permission to cum.
You kept a steady pace, the vulgar noise of wet slaps filling the room. Cameron had a firm grip on your ass with his other hand preoccupied roaming your body from your thighs to breasts before settling on circling around your waist as you continued bouncing on him. He whimpered, “you’re so fucking beautiful”, as he gazed at you in a delirious state, taking in your features. In response you clenched down on him hard, moaning at his words “oh fuck, C- Cam”, your orgasm quickly approaching. You moved one of your hands from its place on his chest for stability up to his jaw towards you for a kiss. Your coordinated movements became sloppy as you felt the wave of your orgasm on the precipice. Breaking away from the kiss, you moved your hand from his jaw down his neck to gently apply pressure on the sides of his throat. You felt him throb inside you, his orgasm swiftly approaching too. While his hands held you in a bruising grip Cameron choked out “I can’t baby, I’m-”, and on instinct he brought one of his thumbs to your clit, swiftly rubbing till you applied firm pressure to his throat. In a high pitch whine you moaned out “cum for me baby.” Your orgasm washed over your entire body, you clenched down on him hard as your toes curled, thighs tensing and your movements stuttered. Cameron’s eyes instantly rolled back into his head as his mouth fell open in a silent O, brows furrowing, and the fire in the pit of his stomach erupted at finally being able to cum. Tremors went through his entire body as ropes of cum kept coming, “oh sh-shit”, he moaned out as he came back down to earth.
You softly caressed his cheek, “Cam,” you motioned. A small smile came to his face as he opened his eyes low, gazing at you through one of the most tender and relaxed looks you’d ever seen him adorn. “Are you ok? Was that too much?” He attentively went to his default, rubbing circles into your hips as he responded, “I’m more than ok, that was perfect.” He lightly chuckled before following that up with, “And you know what? I’ll easily give you this one if you tell me this won’t be the last time doing something like this. Deal?” The offer sounded too enticing to pass up. You grinned, “Deal.” Win or lose, he was always going to be the one to cook.
SUMMARY: inspired by “coffee” by Miguel + in which you wake up in Tyriq’s arms and admire him when you think he’s asleep. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE: at this point, my page has become a Tyriq stan account… 😭😭 idk y’all, i just love me some him! 🥹
you stirred a little as you gained consciousness, your eyes slowly fluttering open and squinting a bit to adjust to your surroundings. the sun was high in the sky and shining as bright as ever as the yellow light shined through your curtains and added a glow to the bedroom, highlighting the little details that made your house a home.
blinking twice, you fully opened your eyes and looked over at your alarm clock on your nightstand, the time ‘9:52 A.M.’ staring back at you in red LED writing. letting out a soft yawn, you went to move but paused when you realized there was some weight around your waist, a small smile creeping onto your face once you peeked under the covers and saw Tyriq’s muscular arms draped across your body and holding you against him.
carefully stirring in his embrace, you shifted around to face him, your eyes locking on his sleeping face while your smile widened a bit at the peaceful sight. his jaw was slack and relaxed from the tensions of the previous day, which thoroughly emphasized the sharpness in his jawline. his eyelashes held a subtle shine from the sun and the glow brought attention to the length of them and how perfectly they framed his eyelids. the sun also accentuated the freckles on his under-eyes, nose, and cheekbones, and they weren’t that visible unless you looked at him up close or under bright lighting.
you’ve always known that Tyriq was a handsome man, but as you admired his facial features while he slept, you realized just how gorgeous he truly was.
as you laid quietly in his arms, your eyes studied him and watched his chest slowly heave up and down as he steadily breathed and slept soundly, oblivious to your lingering gaze. carefully, you lifted your hand and gently rested it against his jaw as you softly stroked his cheek with your thumb, keeping your touch as light as a feather so you didn’t accidentally wake him up.
but little did you know, he wasn’t actually asleep.
“if you keep starin’ at me, i’ma end up with a big ass hole in my face.” Tyriq mumbled, his voice husky from sleep, as his eyes remained closed and a small smile slowly spread across his face, the sound of his voice catching you off guard and making your eyes widen a little.
“how long have you been awake, Ty?” you asked softly, letting out a soft laugh, as your thumb paused against his cheek and his eyes fluttered open, his colored irises peering down at you while he adjusted his arms around your body.
“since i felt you turn around in my arms,” Tyriq chuckled softly as he rested his big hands against your back and tugged you closer, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, “you good, baby?”
“mhm,” you hummed softly, smiling a little, as you snuggled closer to him and rested your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent while your body rested smushed against his, “just like lookin’ at you, that’s all.”
“i can tell,” Tyriq murmured, resting his cheek against your bonnet-covered head, as you softly smacked your lips and Tyriq chuckled softly, a small grin crossing his face while he rubbed your back, “a’ight, c’mon, let’s go back to sleep.”
“Ty, it’s like 10 o’clock now—”
“girl, i don’t care,” Tyriq muttered as he closed his eyes again and let out a soft hum, “you stayin’ right here so we can go back to sleep.”
cracking a smile, you let out a soft laugh and ultimately closed your eyes as you placed an arm around his body and rested your hand against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat thump underneath your palm while you focused on drifting back to sleep.
“i love you, pretty girl.” Tyriq whispered, breaking the momentary silence in the room, as he gently squeezed your hip and your smile widened, five of your fingers splayed across his back while the other five sat spread out on his chest.
summary: the one where Cameron catches you in his jersey on laundry day.
pairing: cameron Cade x black!reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: 18+, smut, slight dacryphilia, some light degradation, some choking, some slapping, this is a lil vulgar tbh so beware!
a/n: okay i figured i tortured you all enough with angst (for now) so enjoy!
“Kiki boots and I’m 5 foot 7. I’m a giant in the club fee fi fo fum like, high femme dom looking for a sub, I’m a show girl take it all off in the flood lights!”
Laundry basket on your hip and music blasting while you do your Saturday cleaning. Cameron was out with the team for lunch so you dance around your house in your panties and an oversized shirt.
“You spit, I swig. Big gulp bitch, hop, skip, flip jump on the dick like!”
You can never clean without listening to music but some would say that’s why it takes you all day. ‘Some’ being Cameron.
Who doesn’t love a good dance break though?
“We click, he’s bricked. Hand on the stick, I’m strict you don’t cum til I do!”
Once you make it to your room you dump all the basket’s contents on the bed, making two different piles; one for your clothes and one for Cameron’s.
Your hips swing to the beat of the music, singing along to the lyrics to distract you from how tedious laundry is. You finish putting everything away when you spot Cam’s jersey at the bottom of the basket. No matter how many times you wash it, it always smells like him.
The idea to rip off your own oversized shirt and throw his jersey on was too strong to ignore. Being left in only your panties, you’re quick to slip on the burgundy polyester. You feel so close to him when it falls over your shoulders, ending mid thigh.
Skipping over to the mirror, you check yourself out, loving the color on your skin tone.
“Ready, set, hut!” You begin running around the room as if you’re on a football field. “Cade intercepts the pass! How far will she go? Oh she rushes past the other team! She’s almost there aaaaaaand touchdown!!!”
“And the crowd goes wiiiiild, raaaaaaaah,” you’re laughing to yourself at your antics, you jump off the bed and lean in front of the mirror, slapping your hand on your chest like Cameron does when the team wins.
“I’m Her!!! I’m HER!”
“What are you doing?”
The deep voice causes you to scream, turning to see your husband leaning against the doorframe. Your stomach drops at his exploring eyes, this is his lucky jersey, you technically weren’t supposed to wear it.
“Shit!,” hand clutched to your chest, trying to think of an explanation, but no explanation will make up for the fact you’re wearing his lucky jersey, “Cam, I-“
“You always look sexy with my number on,” he slowly stalks into the room, he stops when he’s a few inches from you, “But I told you not to wear this,”
His fingers trail up your arms to feel the fabric of the sleeves in between his fingers.
“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t think you’d be home so early. I just-”
“So you thought it’d be okay to put on my jersey?” He tried to hide a smirk, this lets you know he’s not as mad as you thought he’d be.
However, you rush to take it off but his hands stop you.
“Nah, leave it on” his voice dripping with arousal.
“Oh?” Eyebrows rising with surprise.
“You wanna wear it so bad, wear it while I fuck you,”
Your stomach is doing flips, you clench around nothing while his hands run under the jersey to feel your supple skin.
“I’m sorry, Cam. I was just-“
“It’s a little too late for sorry, don’t you think?” His hands are on your ass, lifting you up to throw you down on the bed, “I think you’re gonna look real sexy wearing my jersey while I dig you out”
So vulgar. So obscene. You love him this way.
Cam is usually one for sensual intimacy, every now and then he’ll get crude.
He’s quick to undress but he is sure to take his time with you. The agonizingly unhurried pace of his fingers that trail up your legs has you boiling over the edge.
“Please, Cam? Ple-“
“Shut up,” his eyes snapping from your legs to your desperate eyes, “You don’t get to make any demands right now, you take what I give you, how I give it to you. That understood?”
Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, nodding with a hum. His arms are caged around your head in an instant when he leans down to feel your lips on his. The kiss is intense, his right hand coming to grip your jaw so your head stays still. His tongue tastes like sweet mint, his skin smelling like Dior Sauvage, his grip on you is so strong. All of him surrounds your being, letting you know he calls the shots.
Your hips roll up to feel his dick, whining into the kiss when his tip nudges your clit, sending shocks through your body.
“You want this dick so bad, don’t you, baby?”
“So bad,” so pathetic and needy, your hands grip his waist, fingernails digging into his flesh to show just how bad you yearn for him.
You feel his hand weave between your legs, moving your panties to the side to feel how wet you are for him. Your eyes roll at the sight of his jaw falling open with a groan.
“Can’t believe this pussy is all mine,” his lips against your cheek, breathy moans escape his throat while he spreads your wetness over your clit, trying to keep his cool when he feels the swollen bud under his fingertips.
“It’s yours, baby. Please.”
Your eyes are glazed while his fingers foxtrot on your skin, causing your body to buzz in their wake.
Cameron seemed as if he was trying to hold back. Like there was a beast beneath the sheep’s wool, something caged that was ready to be unleashed.
“I can take it,” your words catch his attention, before he can even reply you’re affirming his thoughts, “Whatever you want to do… I can take it.”
A dark glint takes over his eyes, like the foliage of weeping willows blowing in a hurricane.
Untamed.
Yet Cameron’s hand is quick to come up to your neck, his nose nudging your cheek, his breathing deep. His hand just rests there, he still hasn’t let go.
“Cam… I trust you,” words smooth like honey, “Whatever you have… give it to me.”
His jaw tenses as a guttural moan rumbles in his chest. You feel his fingers dip into your dripping heat and his other hand tightens, squeezing at the sides of your neck, pushing a moan out of you.
“Yes” eyes rolling with each dip of his fingers going deeper, “Fuck yes”
His fingers are coated, he’s moaning from the sight of your slick glistening on his appendages. The feeling of your walls pulsing has him whimpering. He can never get enough.
“Gimme what I want,” he demands, “You gonna give it to me?”
“Mhm!” You can’t form actual words, just little pitiful noises, signaling to Cameron that he’s got you where he needs you.
A short sting radiates throughout your cheek, it takes your breath away realizing he slapped you, it feels so good, so liberating somehow.
“You like that?,” another slap is given before he grips your cheeks in his one hand, “I can feel that pussy gripping my fingers. You really like that shit, huh?”
“Yeeesss! Yes!” The threat of tears prick your eyes once the euphoria begins to blanket your body. The squelching is lewd, you’ve gotten so much wetter just from the slight pain he bestowed upon your cheeks.
“Please,” it comes out as a feeble little squeak, reminiscent of a church mouse. “Please let me cum, Cam”
His fingers speed up and suddenly you’re no longer looking at him, you’re looking at the back of your eyelids. He takes over your senses and it becomes too much. His cologne overwhelms your olfactory nerve, his breath on your skin is warm yet sends shivers everywhere and his hands… his hands are responsible for sending you over the edge, cumming for him.
You start to cry. His energy is immense. He is everything and everywhere all at once.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he hisses at the sensation of your walls fluttering, not wanting to remove them. He does though, needing to taste you, it’s a form of life force for him. Like a vampire drinking from their willing thrall.
“Whatchu crying for? It’s a little too early for that, no? We ain’t even get to the good part yet”
Your ankles lock around his waist, pulling him closer. His boxers are long gone but your panties are still on and he scrunches the jersey over your breasts. He loves you like this, no make up, in one of his shirts and a simple pair of panties.
Cameron loves to see you all dolled up and in lingerie but nothing beats this view.
“You gon’ show me why you’re Her?,” his dick is in his hand and he’s teasing you, running the swollen head against your clit, smiling at the sight of you writhing beneath him.
“Yes,” eyes rolling at his foreplay, “Baby, please! I’ll show you, I’ll show y- fuuuuuuck!”
He takes your words away by filling you all the way to the hilt, taking a second to ground himself because if he doesn’t, he’ll bust sooner than he wants to.
“Take this dick and show me who the fuck you are”
His hand is back on your throat and he has your left knee pinned to your chest.
“Oh my fucking God!,” you wanted to look down, to watch the way you paint him with your cum but he wasn’t budging.
“Only you can take me like this,” his jaw fell slack, eyes fluttering when you clench around him, “Only you can make me feel like this. Is that why you’re her, baby? Because you’re such a good slut for me?”
His name gets caught behind clenched teeth. He’s hitting that special spot within you, digging deep for this pretty noises you make, for those pretty tears that fall down your cheeks when he just gives it to you that good.
“Th-that’s why I’m her!” A sob rips through your body when Cam bunches up his jersey in his fist, using it as leverage to piston his hips.
“Why, baby? C’mon talk to me.”
You can’t though. You can’t think, his tight grip on the jersey has your back arching off the bed. You’re drowning and you can’t catch your breath.
Cameron stops his motions, breathing heavy with sweat beading on his forehead. He looks like expensive art, you can’t believe he’s yours.
“Give it back!,” your hand snakes between you two to grab his dick but he smacks it away, “Please! Please, give it back!”
“Tell me. Why. You’re.. Her,” slapping your clit with a sinister grin, “Tell me and I’ll give it back.”
“Because I’m your slut. I’m her because I take it so well, please! Cameron, please, I’ll prove it just give it to me, give it back, give it b-,”
Your rant is cut short when his hand presses down on your pelvis as he pushes deep inside once more. Vicious, deep thrusts fucking each breath out of you.
“Cam!” A shrill cry escapes you, your glassy eyes look at him and he’s smiling.
“There she goes,” he gives another small slap to your cheeks, groaning at your walls clenching, like they’re locking him in. Like they don’t want him to leave.
“I’m Her,” your statement snuck past tightened teeth, “Only I can take your dick like this. That’s why I’m Her.”
Cameron was close, your voice alone could take him there and hearing you speak like this has him ready to spill. Your pussy is so wet and warm, he could stay here forever.
“Feel me right there?” His hand presses down yet again. The stimulation from the outside was invigorating, you were almost there, “Only I can get this fucking deep. Only I can get my dick painted like this. Give it to me, Y/N”
Your toes curled tight, your hand clasped around his wrist while his hand still held the jersey firm in his grasp.
“C’mon baby. Don’t disappoint me. Give me what you fucking owe me.”
“Ffffuuuuuuuuuu-,” your drawn out cry is lodged, not able to break free due to your orgasm taking over all your senses.
It was a blissful release, like your lungs finally getting air after being submerged under water for so long.
“That’s my fucking girl.” He kept fucking you though, his thumb swiped a tear away, pulling it to his mouth to taste your offering, “So fucking pretty when you cry for this dick,”
“Cum in me,” your legs pull him in deeper, refusing to let go, “I need it, please”
Who is Cameron to deny you when you’re so fucking gorgeous as you beg?
Your name falling off his lips is your favorite song. You’ll never get tired of that sound, so needy and breathless, he’s spent and it’s all because of you.
“You okay?” His eyes soften when he comes down, hands smoothing over your face, “I didn’t take it too far did I?”
“I’m great, Cam” a soft peck on his lips soothes his nerves, “I told you I can take it. I know you wouldn’t hurt me outside of my limits.”
His body relaxes at your words, he loves losing himself in the exhilaration with you but he always worries when you’re done until you reassure him.
He never gives you more than you can handle.
The aftercare is your favorite part when it’s all over. The shared shower, the cuddles and long conversations that make you glad you’re his wife.
“I’m sorry I wore your lucky jersey. I really was just fooling around”
“I think you made it 10x more lucky” he offers a delicate chuckle, “Now all I’ll think about is how beautiful you look in it, how pretty you looked taking my di-“
“Mr. Cade” you slap his chest playfully.
“Don’t get shy on me now!,”
You hide your face in his neck and sigh.
“I really am Her, huh?”
Cameron releases a content sigh, pulling you close and kissing your forehead. This would never get old. He’d never get tired of the moments like this.
“You really are, baby. And you’re all mine”
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summary: the one where cameron shows you how you deserve to be treated.
word count: ~9k (oops?)
pairing: dom!cameron cade x black!sub!reader
warnings: 18+!!! kind of a slow burn, subdrop, d/s dynamics, subspace, angst, smut, weed smoking, friends to lovers, hints to reader being plus size, dacryphilia, degradation, aftercare, vulgarity, smacking/impact play, oral sex (both receiving)
a/n: i was going through subdrop while writing this and just needed some comfort so enjoy!
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An abyss.
That’s what this felt like.
A chasm so deep that when you looked up, you could see stars in the sky in the middle of the day.
You were suspended in thick matter, like glue. This made it hard to get out.
“Aftercare isn’t real”
The words repeat in your head like a mantra.
But it is real. There’s just something about guys wanting to play the dominant role and forgetting how vital aftercare is at the end of a scene.
The sex was good, but the dopamine crash wasn’t worth it.
You trust a guy enough to play but once they feel they’ve scored, the entire dominant act ends. They get their fix and suddenly they’re a different person. Cold and short before they leave you there to clean yourself up.
No reassurance. No soothing.
Just… nothing.
The names they used to degrade you feel like scarlet letters on your chest, everlasting brandings that others can see.
Your phone rang for the 7th time in the past hour but you can’t move your arm just an inch over to grab it, lift it and hit the green button, let alone have an entire conversation.
Your screen goes black once again and it feels like a weight off your already exhausted shoulders. Except it lights up again and it feels like an elephant sitting on your chest.
You lie on your side and stare at the wall ahead, not even taking the fraction of a second to see it was your best friend calling.
Cameron Cade, the famous football player who also dabbles in the BDSM scene. You two met at a club, both of you just getting a feel for the scene and finding comfort in each other as newbies.
But Cameron was a natural at this. He earned his stripes and many desired to get him as theirs but they never got past a few play sessions with him.
Cameron has had many good times with subs. You hear whispers in the clubs about just how good he is but you? You can only hope to find a Dom as good as him.
“Bunny! I know you see me calling you what the hell is go-,”
Cameron’s voice startled you but you were so stuck that you couldn’t even flinch, the only thing your body could do to acknowledge the shock is make your stomach flip, making you nauseous.
“Bun?” You see his figure step into your room but you can’t move.
When he crouched down on the other side of the bed to face you, his eyes met yours. You can’t process the emotions in his, but he certainly can in yours.
“Please don’t tell me-,”
“It’s happening again,” you confirm without him explicitly saying it.
“Bun, I told you. These guys out here aren’t-”
“Real” you finish for him again, “They aren’t real Doms.”
This has happened more than Cameron would like to acknowledge. He takes his role seriously and it pisses him off that people claim this title just to hurt people in the end.
“How long have you been like this?”
“Don’t know.” your throat is dry, causing your voice to crack. Time isn’t a thing to you right now.
“Bunny-“
“Don’t call me that right now,” suddenly your voice is hard as stone.
Bunny.
Cameron always called you that, even when you two were nothing but a pair of rookies under the red lights of the club sipping cranberry juice through cocktail straws.
It kind of just stuck and it became your sub persona. You figured using the name he coined for you would make you feel closer to him, even when the gold chains that dangled in your face weren’t his.
“C’mon, we’re going for a drive.” It wasn’t a question, it was a declaration to let you know you didn’t have an option.
Your eyes met his, he noticed just how hollow yours were, it made his stomach ache.
He’s tired of people fucking around with his Bunny. He’d watch for your enemies and those who hurt you, to let them know they contend with him.
“Help me?” Your voice is shot and tired. You didn’t have to ask, you knew Cameron would pull the mountain of blankets back and help you up.
You’re lifted with ease (he always took pride in how much he could bench) and carried to the bathroom where he sits you on the counter. He grabs your mouth wash off the counter, filling up the little cup and holding it to your lips.
The gesture is so sweet and you’re not sure if he’s aware of just how much you crave this from him all the time.
When you’re done swishing, your back bends to spit it down the drain. Next, he hands you your tooth brush, bristles dressed in toothpaste. While you brush your teeth, he wets a cotton pad with a cleansing toner to carefully swipe across your face.
Then it’s your bonnet he takes off with care, moisturizing your scalp and hair to give it some life before covering it with a shower cap.
When you’re done he turns the shower on for you, steam immediately filling the room.
“Take all the time you need, I’ll be right out here then we can get going, yeah?”
He pulls you in for a tight embrace, his cologne flooding your nose. It’s a scent of comfort, a smell that relaxes your nervous system because wherever this smell is, it means Cameron is near.
You take your time in the shower. Letting the hot water disintegrate your fears and worries. When you emerge from the bathroom, Cameron is sitting on the edge of your bed with your comfort clothes laid out.
Baggy sweatpants, an oversized burgundy hoodie with his number on it and some fuzzy socks.
He gives you your privacy to go sit in the living room, continuing to wait.
Before you know it, you’re in his passenger seat, cruising the back roads of town until he pulls into a field. Cameron digs in the glove compartment for the blunts he rolled just before he came over.
He pushes his seat back, reclining slightly to get comfortable and you follow suit.
It doesn’t take long for the car to fill up with smoke. Tinashe playing in the background as you exhale.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He does a quick French inhale before passing the blunt back to you.
You don’t answer right away, inhaling the smoke into your lungs, holding it there until you can’t anymore.
“He said aftercare isn’t real” another inhale as you sink into your seat passing it back to Cameron, muttering a small “I’m done” to signal that you’ve reached a spot where you’re comfortably high.
“What a fucking cuck,” Cameron spits. He can’t count how many times on both his hands and feet the number of fake doms he’s had to call out for shit like this.
Pushing subs to their limits just to leave them to their own devices when the scene is over. It makes him sick. He’s stood up for subs who were strangers, subs he’s played with in the past, new or seasoned- he didn’t play that shit.
The scene is a safe space for so many, a getaway from the real world and it fills him with rage to know people are infiltrating something he respects down to his marrow. Weaseling their way in just to get a quick fuck from people who are entrusting their play partner with their mind, body and soul.
He’s furious to know it’s happening to his Bunny.
It’s been years since you two have met, growing alongside each other. Talking, learning and bonding.
Your bond reaches a level so deep that many think he is yours and you’re his.
If only.
“Can I be truthful?” You glance over at him, that sinking feeling coming back to your stomach.
“You can always be 110 with me, you know that.” His hand rests on your thigh, he’s trying to be helpful but the act sends goosebumps across your body.
“Promise me that no matter what I say… no matter what I tell you, that you’re gonna stick around.”
He chuckles, eyes low and brows scrunching together. His smile is so goofy when he’s high, it usually calms you down but this was serious.
“Girl, what? You can’t get rid of me that ea-“
“Cameron, promise me. Please.”
The atmosphere changes. Suddenly it seems as if you’re sitting in dead silence, like the r&b isn’t bleeding from the speakers.
“I..? Yeah. Yeah I promise.” He stuttered but he wasn’t lying. Cameron says it all the time, you can’t get rid of him.
But that’s the problem.
That sentiment is exactly why you’re here.
You see the blunt is still lit between his fingers. You snatch it from his grasp and take one more big inhale to give yourself the courage, trying to coax your anxiety to calm down for once.
His forehead is scrunched in a frown, slowly taking the blunt back from you, taking one more hit himself.
“Talk to me.” Worry lying beneath his tone.
You open your mouth many times to speak but nothing comes out. The two sides of your mind playing tug of war. The words want to come out, they need to come out but there is a tight lasso reeling them back in.
“It’s okay,” he encourages.
“I… Isaidyourname.” The words come out too fast and jumbled together for Cameron’s high state to comprehend.
“What?” His eyes scan your face, trying to make sense of it all.
“During my last scene I…,” The cotton mouth makes this so much harder, “I said your name.”
Cameron stared at you, giving many blinks until a lightbulb went off in his head.
“Is that why the fucker didn’t perform aftercare?”
“I’m not sure why he didn’t, I just… he just didn’t.”
Cam is quick to put the blunt out, cracking the window just a tad to clear the smoke, figuratively and literally. You bit your lip so hard you started to taste the metallic crimson on your tongue.
“Stop doing that,” Cameron reached over to gently pull your lip from between your teeth, “You hurt yourself when you do that.”
See? This is exactly why you cried his name that night.
He is a natural and makes it so easy for you to slip.
“Do you want to talk about why you said my name or do you want to leave it at that?”
His voice was so soft and his eyes didn’t shy away from yours.
“Ever since the day I met you, Cam.” You shake your head and look out your window as the tears start to flow, hiccuping due to your lungs needing air, “I have tried to replicate that feeling over and over again. I tried to make it tangible but…”
“No one can make you feel the way I do,” His index finger and thumb grip your chin to gently turn your face back to him, "C'mon Bunny, don’t cry.”
“It’s embarrassing!” Your tears stuck to your eyelashes, making it difficult to see, “God, you’re my best friend and-,”
“I make you feel safe.”
You two had a habit of finishing each other’s sentences. How cliche, but that’s just how you two were from the beginning.
“So fucking safe,” you started to snivel and Cam’s heart broke with every drop of a tear, “Every mutter of your name from other subs at the parties… it fills me with so much envy and rage and I feel so selfish for wishing it was me. I’ve always wanted it to be me.”
Cameron doesn’t speak, he’s always like a sponge in moments like this. Soaking in your words to understand instead of responding just to speak.
“This isn’t the subdrop speaking, I mean, it is but this has been building overtime and after saying your name I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and I can’t lose you-“
“You’re never gonna lose me,”
He couldn’t tell if your eyes were red from smoking beyond your limits or from crying but he didn’t like it.
“You’re always going to be my Bunny.”
It was in that moment you really looked and relaxed in his warm gaze. Just his tone alone lets you know that he had skin in this game.
My Bunny… he said my Bunny.
Claiming you for himself.
“I think you knew deep down that you always had me wrapped around your finger,” The pad of his thumb swipes a tear away, “I was at your every beck and call. I just never wanted to assume your feelings. So I stood by and I took care of you in ways that you allowed me to, not wanting to overstep.”
Cameron’s own eyes watered at the way your face was contorted in pain. Your eyes were so puffy and he loathed to see you this way.
“Had I spoken up sooner you wouldn’t be feeling like this,”
“This isn’t on you, Cam. Not even close! I fell in bed with those men but they’re the ones to blame! They’re the ones… who are preying on people like me to get a quick nut and not following through with their role. Don’t you blame yourself.”
“But I watched as you dropped. I could have stopped it,”
“I could have stopped it,” you correct him, “But you know me, glutton for punishment I guess.”
“Well not anymore.” He reached over to hold your hand, kissing your knuckles.
“I’m gonna open the sunroof so we can sit here, relax and just look at the stars. Then we’re gonna take you home, run you a bubble bath, turn on some Bob’s Burgers and just… be in each other’s company.”
You started to feel the elephant lift off your chest, a weight you’d been carrying for quite some time.
The two of you recline your seats while the sun roof opens, revealing the twinkling orbs in the midnight sky.
“The stars remind me of your freckles,” you whisper, turning to look at him. He is such a beautiful man, eyes captivating and his smile always felt like home, “They’re like little kisses from angels before you were sent down here.”
He blushed. He’s fucking blushing.
“You flatter me”
“Cameron Cade you have always been beautiful to me. Before I knew you as the football star or the well respected Dom in the city’s BDSM scene,”
He chuckles lightly at your words, trying to not blush even harder.
“You were always just… Cameron, to me. Cam, the bright eyed and bushy tailed newbie like me. From the moment I looked in your eyes under those red club lights, I knew… I knew you were meant to be in my life.”
“Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way?” His eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again, “I thank God everyday that I met you.”
Your eyes stung once more, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill, a wide grin growing on your face, “Now who is flattering who?”
As the night progressed, Cameron kept his word. He ran you home, prepared a bubble bath, ordered your favorite take out and had Bob’s burgers ready when you were done.
Days went by and Cameron didn’t press the subject of you saying his name. Despite you mentioning how you wanted him in ways that otherwise were forbidden, he didn’t overstep and continued to take care of you in ways that you needed.
However, on your end, you were burning to talk about it. The topic was burning on your tongue and in moments where he was close, you just wanted to pull him in and have his lips on yours.
Each day that he left to fulfill his football star obligations, he would come back to make sure you were well and taken care of.
Today, he returned and his cologne was profound, in a good way of course. It usually lingers and you’re fine but today you just needed him near, it’s different.
“We can talk about it if you want,” his head turns to you while he hangs his jacket the hook he designated as his.
“What do you m-,”
“You’re gnawing away at your lip again,” he comes to sit close to you, his thumb meeting the skin just below your bottom lip to ease it from the vicious grip of your teeth.
“What are we doing?” The golden question finally being asked.
“What do you want to do?” He retorts
“No, I asked you first!” A playful push to his chest has that glinting smile appearing on his face before he settles.
He clenches his jaw as he ponders over his thoughts, trying to figure out the best way he wants to say this.
“I want more. But if you want to erase everything we talked about the other night that works too. My main priority is meeting your needs in the way you see fit.”
“You have to make your needs a priority too,”
“My needs and wants are your needs and wants” He said it as if it was plain as day, “You need to be taken care of? I need to be the one to do it. You need to talk about something to get it off your chest? I want to be the one you unload it all on. You need a hug? I want to be the one to wrap you in a warm embrace,”
His eyes didn’t leave yours for even a second, it’s sort of intimidating. But you suppose that’s what makes him so magnetic.
“Or-,” he shrugged, “if you just want a friend, I’ll be there. I just need to know.”
You know what you wanted. You’d been keeping it locked up for years, so why is it so hard to just say it? Why did it feel so exposing?
“Don’t get shy on me now.” He flashes that dizzying smile.
“I don’t want anyone else to experience you.”
Flat out. Just like that. It was blunt and there was no other way around it.
“I don’t like who I am when I’m envious of other people muttering your name. I don’t like who I am when I expose myself to men who can’t even hold a light to you. I’ve loved having you as my best friend but I just need more and that may make me selfish but I-,”
The smell of Cameron is closer than you’ve ever experienced and it’s only because his lips are on yours now. His hand is on your jaw to pull you closer and the rapid pace of his breathing is a sign of just how bad he’s been wanting to do this.
How bad he’s been needing this.
“Cam-“ you needed to catch your breath but you needed more of him so that took precedence. You were grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, your tongue dancing with his, he tastes so good it’s inebriating.
“Please” he sounded so pretty when he whimpered, “Just come here, Bunny. Just.. please”
He pulled you forward to sit in his lap and his hands are grabbing at your waist. All Cameron ever wanted was to have you like this and be able to kiss on you.
He wove his hands in your hair to lightly pull at your roots, exposing your neck so he could get a lay of the land before his attack.
His teeth nip at the skin of your neck and you can’t help the moan that escapes.
“There goes my Bunny”
Your eyes rolled at the drop in his voice, the dominant side of him was taking control and he could tell just by the way you were melting into him that you were ready to submit.
“Cam-“ a pathetic plea when his hands grip your ass in an attempt to get you even closer.
“Yes, Baby?” He pulls your face away, and he is in awe at how fucking sexy you look. Lips glistening, eyelids heavy with a slack jaw.
He’s unaware of just how ravishing he looks right now. Lips red and swollen, nostrils flared as he tried to calm himself down and you can see the fire in his eyes.
He can see an eye of a storm in the sky of your mind, your eyes brimming with tears as the hurricane winds blow you each and every way.
“I need you.” your chin trembles and your hands squeeze his wrists.
“Not right now, baby”
His rejection guts you and he can see you panicking.
“No, no. Breathe with me. Relax.” His voice is stern but the touch of his thumbs on your cheeks is tender.
“I just mean we need more time to build this. My job is to deliver but it’s also my job to be thorough. I may know you but I need to know you, Bunny.”
Cameron brings your face forward, kissing your forehead to subdue you.
“You trust me, right?” His forehead presses to yours and can feel the motion of you nodding with fervor.
“I trust you. More than you will ever know”
“Then trust that I know what I’m doing,” his hands rub circles on your back to ground you.
“Okay,” your eyes squeeze tight, wanting to let him guide you.
Of course the impatient side of you was hard to control during this time. However, you know going slow is the best option for longevity.
But time seemed to drag.
Weeks.
Cameron meant it when he said he was thorough.
He wanted to know everything that made you cringe and everything that made you tick.
What made you swoon and what made you sick.
Of course in turn, you learned a lot about him and while time seemed to move excruciatingly slow, it was a time filled with knowledge and growth.
And patience.
Boy, did this teach you patience. Each time you were boiling over, Cameron decreased the heat to make you simmer down.
It was a push and pull. He’d pull you closer, making you think it was time just to push you away and keep you waiting with anticipation.
You loved it though. You were the type of sub to like the chase.
To be honest, Cameron wasn’t even doing anything inherently sexual. It was his natural dominance that had your core twisting, that had you yearning.
Like opening the car door for you, grabbing something off the top shelf, massaging your calves during movie nights.
And he was a damn good cook.
Your mind got hazy every time he’d ask you to taste test something he made. The way his hand cradled your chin when he spoon fed you the sauces he created had you ready to pounce on him.
It really was the little things that made you crave Cameron more and more everyday.
Like the late night dances in your living room where you were in nothing but your panties and one of his shirts while he just sported a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips.
And like the days he’d pick out a perfume for you that coincided with the energy your outfit was giving that day.
The foundation was coming along quite nicely, but the restless brat within you just wanted to be underneath him at his mercy.
The make out sessions continue though. Just sitting in his lap, trying to imprint the taste of him on your tongue.
“Cam, I think I’m ready.”
You couldn’t hide it anymore. This was the ultimate symbol of devotion and you have been ripping at the seams to give yourself to him.
With his forehead pressed to yours, he gives a deep chuckle that goes straight to your pussy.
“You think?” His grip on your hips gets tighter as he moves you over his hardening dick. Your eyelids get heavy, thrill filling your body.
“If you have some idea that you can handle this you better be sure. I don’t do ‘I think’,”
His right hand is quick to grab your neck, fixing your gaze so he’s looking into your eyes.
“So try again. You think you’re ready for me?”
“N-no. I know. I know I’m ready”
“Mmmm, you don’t seem too sure, baby. I don’t believe you.” He goes to remove you from his lap but your thighs tighten around his, planting you in place.
“Please. I’ll show you. Please let me show you,”
You were all about acts of service.
“You gon’ put on a show for me?”
“Yes, I wanna make you proud,” your hips buck against the hump that his dick created in his sweatpants, relishing in the stimulation.
“Shade of pink?” He breaks character to check on you, making sure you’re actually good. Using shades of pink as your safe word system.
“Bubblegum.”
Bubblegum being great! keep going!
Fuchsia being slow down / need a minute.
Magenta being full stop.
“Good girl,” His lips cover yours in a kiss that sends you in a tizzy, “Show me why you’re my Bunny.”
You’re quick to slip out of his lap and kneel on the plush carpet in front of him, your hands on his knee caps.
“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” A heavy breath falls from him and the worship has you leaning against his thigh to hide your eyes.
“No, noooo” he sings, picking your head up, “You don’t get to hide from me anymore. Understand?”
“Yes” A quick nod from you doesn’t satisfy him.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.” The whine in your voice lets Cameron know you’re teetering the edge of subspace.
“You’re so good for me, baby” he leans back and your mouth salivates at just how fine this man is. Like he was etched from marble and put up in the most prestige museums.
“Now tell me what you want. Don’t hold back.”
A groan rumbles in your chest, thinking about how vulgar your desires are when it comes to him. You’ve never said any of this shit out loud.
“I want you to fuck my throat.”
He chuckles and your cheeks heat up, feeling embarrassed.
“I know that’s not it. I know just how much of a slut you want to be for me. I know you’ve got more in you than that.”
“I want to feel fear set in when my lungs need air but your dick is stuffing my mouth. I want my tears to mix with my spit while you slap it on my face. I know you care about me, but is it too much to ask for you to act like you don’t?”
“Fuck.” His breath shudders at the concept of ruining you. He’s always wanted to make love to you but there is something that started to awaken within him the more you talked about how bad you needed him to fuck you within an inch of your life.
His fingers fall beneath the band on his sweatpants to pull them down and finally release his hardened length.
Watching the way your eyes crossed sent shivers down his spine. Sure he’s been fawned over by other playmates but this was different.
This is where he wants to be. It’s where he always wanted to be.
He felt loved here and desired in a way that makes his heart skip a beat instead of making it feel like a there’s a black hole in his chest.
“Oh you’re hungry, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You gonna make me proud and show me?,”
You didn’t answer and it was the only time Cameron would accept silence as an answer. Your hand immediately wraps around his leaking dick, squeezing just to see what reaction it would cause.
“You wanna play games?” Cameron bucked his hips, trying to keep his eyes straight but his head lolled slightly to the side.
“Just doing what you would call… learning what makes you tick.”
You leaned forward to lick the bead of precum that threatened to go to waste.
A moan of relief is shared upon you two.
You finally get to taste him and he finally gets to bask in that sensation.
You cover his dick with your mouth, the part of you that aims to please is feeding off of his heavy breathing.
“Oh God, Bunny!” His voice trembles while he looks down at you, swallowing as much of him as you could. He can feel how bad you’ve been wanting this with the way you’re getting sloppy. You’re savoring this as if you’ll never get to experience it again.
You’re making up for lost time and you’re doing everything you can to show him you’re worthy.
“Fuck.” you pull your mouth off him, leaning against his inner thigh while you stroke him with your hands. The sound is erotic, your hand quickly twisting and stroking your spit down his dick.
Your eyes meet his and he smirks when he sees the tears.
“You treat me so fucking good,” he wipes away a tear, “But I need more, baby. Do you think you could give me more?,”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then move your hands.” He demanded, voice deep and leaving no room for negotiation, “Either in your lap or behind your back but you don’t get to touch me anymore.”
You whine quietly. Losing the ability to touch him for even a fraction of a second was like taking away your ability to breathe. You sadly place them in your lap and wait for further instruction.
“If you do good I just might give you what you want.”
“Please,” you huff, “Please, Sir. I’ll be good, let me prove it.”
Cameron chuckles while sitting up. His hands grab the sides of your face before licking your pouting lips and kissing you with pure ferocity.
“Shade?”
“Bubblegum.”
“Good,” he inhales sharply, “Because play time is over.”
You could practically see the switch in his eyes.
He’s here.
So is she.
“Now open your fucking mouth and show me why you’re my. fucking. Bunny.”
His fingers grip your roots tight, bringing your mouth back down on his dick. His body vibrates with a groan that comes from deep within. His hips buck up and his eyes meet yours.
He can’t get over how beautiful you look like this, eyes burning with desire for him and you just couldn’t get enough.
“You’ve always wanted to be my little slut, haven’t you, baby?”
His pace picks up when you hum an answer around his length. Your saliva painting his dick and he can’t tear his eyes away from you.
You’re addicted to him. He feels so full and heavy in your mouth, the sounds he’s making are so pretty. His jaw hangs and sweat beads on his forehead. The lack of air in your lungs was quite exhilarating actually.
All your body knew was Cameron.
Cameron is all you see. The way his stomach tightened each time you gagged on him. The way he bit his lip to try and ground himself so he doesn’t bust too quick.
Cameron is all you hear. The way he moans your name is so tantalizing. His breath hitches when your tongue swipes against his balls each time you go down.
Cameron is all you smell. The scent of his cologne is mixing with his sweat and it smells so delicious. Like an aphrodisiac, a pheromone that was sending you into heat.
Cameron is all you taste. His precum was just a tad salty and it was satiating the appetite you had for him. The flavor of his enthusiasm was filling your stomach.
Cameron is all you feel. His fingers massaging your scalp as a way to ease you. His dick filled your mouth and it was all you ever wanted. To feel him like this. To feel his body twitch for you, fighting all the alarm bells within him that say to slow down or he’ll cum just like this.
Cameron is all encompassing. Like the universe spreading far and wide. He became all you knew and more.
He yanks your head off, a large gasp coming from you as you catch your breath. Shortly after, your cries fill the room. You’re fully under for him now.
“Pleeaaaaase!,” a sob wracks your body and in the blink of an eye you’re straddling his lap and he’s rocking you.
He’s soothing you, speaking sweet nothings while his hand slips past the waistband of your shorts.
He hisses once he feels just how wet you are.
So fucking messy.
“You like being good for me? You finally got what you’ve been aching for, huh?” He’s teasing in the midst of your tears and his taunting laughter sends shivers down your spine but makes your pussy clench around his fingers.
“Yes, Sir. I love it. I’ll always be your good Bunny!”
He used one hand to grip your cheeks, to keep your face forward while he finger fucks you right in his lap. Your hands hold his shoulders tight so you don’t topple over.
“Tell me you’re mine,” his eyes roll at the pulsing of your core
“I’m yours, Sir,”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours!”
He knew he was pulling you to the edge already.
“Say it again. Slower this time. I want to hear every fucking syllable.”
“Sir, please! I’m… I’m gonna-“
“You’re not gonna do shit unless you do what I say, Bunny. C’mon don’t be a bad girl now,”
Your noses were touching and you didn’t dare to look away from him.
“I’m.. I’m fucking yours!,” your chest was heaving, “All of me… is yours. My mind..”
Your head tried to loll to the side but Cameron wasn’t having it.
“Focus on me.” He muttered.
“My mind… my body and my soul. I am yours,” you started to grind against his fingers to help you over the edge.
“And you?,” your eyes half lidded and drool decorates your bottom lip, “You, Sir… are mine just the same.”
“Fuck,” his fingers moved faster, dipping in and out of you to rub your slick clit, giving it some attention too, “Show me.”
His lips are on yours again. The clashing of your teeth, the strings of spit and lip biting was too much in the best way possible. All of it was taking you there. Filling your bodies with a drunkenness that not even the finest liquor can bring forth.
“Mark me. Show me I’m yours. Cum for me, baby. Cmon, I know you can do it. I know just how bad you need it. Just show me. Please, baby? I need it. I need you to show m-“
He was going on a tangent. It was fulfilling to know he burns for you in the same way.
“Hhhhhhnnnn- fuuuuck!!,” you do your best to keep your gaze on him as you cum on his fingers but your eyes crossed and your body curled into him. Every nerve ending was firing off and Cameron could feel it.
“That’s my girl,”
You were trembling in his grasp while his hand ran up and down your back.
“Just breathe. You did fucking good for me. Just like I knew you would,”
“I’ll always be good for you, Sir.” your eyes were glazed over and you kept scooting closer as if you and him weren’t already chest to chest.
“Before we go on, what shade are you, baby? I need to make sure you’re good.”
“I…,” you hesitated.
“Be honest.” He implored, eyes not leaving yours so you don’t even think about lying.
“Fuchsia, but I just need some water.” A small poke of your bottom lip sends him into action.
“Go to the bedroom and I’ll be right there, okay?”
“Wanna stay with youuuuu,” you latched onto him and it filled his stomach with butterflies.
“C’mon, Bun. I won’t be long. I’ll be there before you know it”
A heart fluttering peck is placed upon your lips and he taps your ass so you get going.
The journey to your room took 30 seconds but waiting for him felt like an eternity. When he appears he has your insulated water bottle, filled with ice and your favorite flavor packet.
“Drink for me,” he kneels in front of you, hold the straw to your mouth and didn’t pull away until you told him you were good and he sets it on the nightstand.
“Bubblegum,” you nodded, reassuring that you’re ready to continue.
His calloused fingers rub up and down your thighs, just needing to feel you.
“Relax,” he instructs, “Let me take care of you.”
Cameron removes your top to expose your breasts and his mouth instantly waters. He kisses all over your chest causing your head to fall back. A sigh of relief is sent into the air.
You were self conscious about the size of your breasts and the pudge of your stomach but Cameron allowed no territory to go without attention.
Then you felt his lips wrap around your nipples. Flicking his tongue, tugging with his teeth, hollowing his cheeks to suck on the hardening buds as he switched back and forth.
“Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are?” He whimpered, like he can’t believe he is in this position.
He’s not sure how the idiots before could fumble you but he is ever so thankful that they did.
Or else he wouldn’t be here in this moment.
He urges you to lie back so he can remove your night shorts and you swear you hear him gasp at the sight of your swollen lips, glistening with the cum he coaxed out of you on the couch.
“Fucking hell, Bunny,” his arms wrap around your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the bed to kiss and nip at the inside of your legs.
“Feed it to me,” his voice low and stern, “I’m starving for you, Bunny. Feed me that pretty pussy, baby.”
You pull your pillows to rest them under your shoulders and head to give you a good view of him.
Your hand trembles while you reach to hold the back of his head and lift your hips up to rub your slick lips against his. He licks it off slowly, groaning at the taste of you.
He never thought he’d be here, tasting you, touching you, pleasing you.
But fuck, was he grateful.
“More,” he pleads. Who are you to deny him?
His mouth is open when you bring your hips up for him to kiss and lick. You relax your legs and his mouth is following close behind.
“That feels so fucking good,” you stare up at the ceiling, too nervous to look at him because if you look, you’ll come undone and lose it.
He was so tentative, like he was making out with your pussy. He suckled on your clit and you felt his fingers push into you once again.
“Yes!,” your back arches when you feel his fingers curl, “Fuck, baby. Right there, yes!”
You spread your legs wider and kept one hand on the back of his head while the other moved to pull and tug at your hardened nipple.
You’d never had head this good. Either guys were too selfish and never offered or they just didn’t know what the fuck they were doing, forcing you to fake an orgasm so they’d just stop.
But this? This felt too fucking good to rush.
His tongue swirled around your lips before diving into your leaking pussy, slurping on your arousal to quench his thirst.
“You taste so fucking good, Bunny. What the fuck.”
He was in awe.
“It’s all for you, Sir. All for you.”
It was almost shameful with how close you were but you couldn’t hold it anymore. It’s been years of rubbing your own clit and fucking yourself to the thought of him. You put off your orgasm for as long as you could but he knew you were almost there.
So he fingered you harder and sucked your clit just right.
“Oh God!!,” your hips rise off the bed and you push his head closer to your core to ride it out. A blistering heat wave takes over your body, you’re seeing stars and just calling for him over and over like a broken record
“God dammit,” he pulled back after licking you up all you had to give, just to see you shake in overstimulation. Smiling at the way you were breathing so hard.
“C’mere,” you mewl breathlessly. Pulling him up onto the bed, your hands framing his face to pull him in for a kiss, you both hum at the taste of you on each other’s lips.
“I’m ready,” you whimper, legs still spread wide beneath him, “I’m ready for you, Sir. I’m ready to give myself to you. Make me yours.”
He sits back on his heels to pull his shirt off, his sweats and boxers long gone and his dick seemed even harder now than before.
“You ready for me to show you how a real man takes care of his girl?” His slaps his dick against your clit making your body jolt at the contact.
“Are you ready for me to show you..,” he huffs, shaking his head with a smirk, “Just how good I can ruin you?”
“I’m ready, Sir. Please, I can take it. I can take it, I ca- Ooooooh FUCK!-“
Cameron filled you to the hilt, cutting you off and taking your breath away. His girth was delicious and his length hit spots you didn’t know could be hit.
“Are you gonna be able to take it like the slut you always wanted to be for me?” His arms frame your face and you grab onto his forearms, “I wanna ruin you so bad, Bunny. I wanna hurt you the way you need me to and make it all better. Can I do that? Will you let me do that?”
“Yes!,” you buck your hips up but he pins them down, “Please! I can take it. Let me show you. I can show you!”
“Yeah?,” he kisses your lips delicately before a sinister look makes itself a home in his eyes, “Bite the pillow if you need it. I won’t be holding back.”
Cameron was a man of his word. His grip on your hips was tight as he rolled his hips into you, building a strong pace.
His gold chains dangle in your face like you’ve dreamt of for so long, swinging back and forth like a hypnotizing pendulum.
You felt him in your stomach and he was vicious. Your wetness was spattering all over his pelvis and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Where am I? Tell me, baby. Tell me where you feel me,”
“You’re soooo deeeeep!” His strokes were tear jerking and pushed every moan out. You tried to cover your mouth but he took your hand away and pinned it next to your head.
“On second thought-“ he snapped his hips, “Let me hear you.”
With his other hand, he smacks you and you call out for him. Craving more. Your body was on fire, all the sensations had you in a frenzy.
You were addicted to mixing pain and pleasure. You were his and Cameron always delivered.
“I’m gonna fucking cum already-“
“Not until I say so,” he retorts, “Just relax and take this dick, Bunny. It’s all yours now. Savor it.”
“Fuck!” You weren’t sure if you could, he was stirring you up inside and the noises of your skin slapping and wetness filled the room.
Cameron was a vocal man too. He was whimpering your name, trying to keep his composure but he was failing. He needed to let you know how good you made him feel.
Cameron was having a hard time, trying to keep his shit together. You were so fucking messy and wrapped around him like a glove. Nothing he ever imagined compared to the reality of this. Nothing compared to how fucking good you feel in real time.
“God damn, Bunny. This pussy is so good to me. She’s swallowing me right up.” He says through clenched teeth.
Your toes were curling so hard you felt they’d cramp up.
“I can’t hold it, Sir. Please, can I cum?”
“No.” He smacked you once more and your pussy pulsed around him even harder. The way he rolled his hips had him feeling every ridge within you and it was driving him insane.
You cried for him. You fucking loved being able to cry for him. You were trying to tell your body not to cum yet but his strokes were too good. With each drag of his dick against your walls you were brought closer to your climax.
His lips ghosted over yours and his stare into your eyes was serious.
“I will fuck you up if you cum without my permission, Bunny. You don’t wanna disobey me do you?”
“But I caaaaaan’t. It’s right…,” you hiccup when he hits that special spot that’s buried deep within you and you almost went against his wishes right then, “It’s right… there… and I can’t!”
“Awwwww,” he cooed, brushing a tear off your cheek, “That’s too fucking bad, isn’t it?”
His hand presses against your pelvis and you try you run away from his hands and his dick but he wasn’t having it.
“Don’t you fucking run from me.” he pulls you back and it feels like he’s even deeper, like you could feel him in your chest.
“Baby- please!,” your legs were shaking around him and your pussy just kept clenching and it was driving him up the fucking wall.
“You’re such a pretty slut when you beg. You wanna cum? Go ahead. Make me proud, Bunny. Don’t let me down.”
“Fuuuu- oh God, oh God- C..CAMERON!”
You came so loudly that he could feel your cries reverberate inside his own body. He was slapping your clit to draw out your orgasm until you clenched your legs tight.
“Oh my fucking God,”
Cameron leans back on his heels again and pulls you into his lap once again, continuing his strokes.
“You’re done when I say we’re done. I know that pussy wants more, I can feel her. I can hear her- do you hear her, Bunny?”
Cameron’s hand clamps on your mouth to quiet your whimpers so you could hear just how gushy your pussy was for him.
“I’ve got your fucking cum dripping down my balls, Bunny. You should be proud of the slut you’ve become for me.” The sounds that your bodies made between your legs has you ready to hide your face from how obscene it is.
“I know you've been wanting it, baby. To go fucking brain dead for my dick. Look at you. You look so fucking pathetic. Just look at you going dumb for the way I dig in that pussy. You like being my pathetic little slut, huh?
“No, I love it!” Your nails are digging and scraping down his chest, Cameron was getting overwhelmed. Your skin was hot against his and you were clenching so fucking tight that he was struggling to hold back his own impending climax.
“I fucking love it, Sir. I fucking love it. It’s your pussy, baby. You’re fucking me so good.”
His own head fell back, eyes closing shut tightly as you began to take over all of his senses this time.
Cameron could see all of you. The way your breast bounce with every thrust, the way your eyes fill with tears each time you look at him or he hits that sweet spot deep in your core. He can see your true self. Elated with the fact you’re trusting him enough to be vulnerable like this.
Cameron could hear you. The way you mumbled incoherent phrases as subspace took over your mind, letting your body just float in the pool of pleasure you were suspended in.
Cameron could smell you. He smells your gourmand perfume and your sweat smells so sweet. Your shampoo was his favorite aroma, because it wrapped him in a warm blanket of peace. Having you this close brought him comfort that this is where he’s supposed to be.
Cameron could taste you, your pussy juice still on his tongue and lips and when he kisses you, he can taste your mint mouthwash. You need to please is palpable and it tastes like victory.
Cameron could feel you all over him. You were creating a sticky mess between his legs and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He bites his lip at the feeling of your nipples rubbing against his chest and your pulse pounding for him beneath the hand he had on your throat.
You surrounded him like air. You were always there and he would always need you so he could breathe, to survive this world. You were his everything and he wouldn’t give this up for anything nor anyone.
It filled Cameron with pride to know that he's the one to make you fall apart. He was in seventh heaven knowing he gets to put the pieces back together when you two are done.
“You wanna cum again, don’t you? You wanna paint my dick some more?”
His hand squeezed the sides of your throat, making you dizzy but the harder it was to breathe right now, the closer your orgasm became.
“Yesyesyesyesyes!” You chanted, seeing his blissed out expression from behind your heavy eyelids.
“Bunny, baby… I’m gonna cum,”
“Fill me up… please? I deserve it. I’ve earned it. Please!”
Cam squeezes tighter and yet you still crave more. Despite his tight grip on the sides of your neck, your body melts into him.
This was the epitome of submission to him. He could deprive you of something as vital as air and you’d still meld into his grip because you trust him so deeply.
You know he wouldn’t hurt you.
But if it’s like this? The pain is welcome and it’s the catalyst for your surrender to him.
“Oh my fucking-,” he drops you flat on the mattress and his fingers weave between yours as he drives his hips hard and deeper into you.
The finish line in sight for the both of you.
He’s moving so fast that he slipped out and your gasp was big enough to suck the air out of the room.
“Give it back!,” you were full on sobbing now, “Please. Sir, give it back. Give it back, give it-“
“I’m right here, baby.” He reassures, slipping back inside and your body jerks, “Just breathe, Bunny. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Your nails are digging into the back of his hands the closer you get.
“Yes, yes, yes-,” you look up into his eyes and you chin trembles, “Oh God, I fucking love you.”
“Oh, I love you so much more, baby.”
Sure it’s been said before. But this time it was different.
Before, it was said as friends who hoped the other could read between the lines.
Now it’s said as two people who are growing alongside each other in a contrasting way this time. Two people who no longer have to hope for the other to pick up the hints because it’s blatant.
Just as he finished saying that, he’s spilling inside of you and it takes you over the edge, pulling him down for a kiss to hush your sobs.
“Fuck!,” his body felt like jelly as he tried to keep himself up from crushing you.
His eyes are shut tight but they open just as quick as he hears little sniffles.
“Hey. You’re okay. I got you, Bun. Just breathe with me, okay?”
His hands frame your face once more and you latch onto his wrists, to ground yourself.
“You did so fucking good, you know that? You made me so fucking proud”
“P-promise?,”
Cameron could tell it wasn’t just the subspace taking over and asking for reassurance. It was the sub that had been denied aftercare time after time. It was Y/N who feared that she’d never be good enough for anyone.
Most important of all, it was his Bunny that longed for him in silence for years because he was too much of a wimp to make the move.
“I promise. I’m here and I’m not leaving,”
Cameron gave you acetaminophen to get ahead of any post coital soreness that’ll be sure to show up in the morning and made you finish your entire bottle of ice water.
After he cleaned you up, he made sure that you peed while he turned the shower on, grabbing the towels and washcloths as the water heats up.
He turned on your favorite r&b music to relax your mind while you two showered together. He had to make sure you’re coming down safely. Letting you know that you don’t have to fear being abandoned again.
Cameron made sure to reinforce the fact that the degrading things he says during sex are purely sexual and he’d never think that of you outside of play.
He held you in his embrace under the hot stream and sang to you, giving you little kisses on your cheeks and shoulders.
“I know I’ve said it a million times but you really are beautiful.”
You tried to hide the smile that was growing but it can’t be contained. Not when he’s here, like this, so close.
After he dried you off and helped lotion you up, it was your turn to take care of him. Massaging lotion onto his back and peppering kisses on his neck and singing to him now, even if you didn’t sound as good as he did.
“How are you holding up?” The two of you lie in bed, legs tangled and finding solace in each other’s arms.
“I’m free from the cell I’ve quietly sat in for years waiting for you to find me,” your eyes look from his lips to his eyes and they’re so gentle now. So soft and kind.
“I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.” the back of his index finger brushes your cheek and he loves to see the smile growing on your face.
“Don’t be. I had the key the entire time.”
“It seems we both did,” he moves to kiss you once again and he smiles bashfully as if this is the first time he’s kissing you. As if he didn’t just fuck you six ways from Sunday, “I’ll never get tired of being able to do that.”
“I won’t either,” your fingers gently touch your lips like, rejoicing in this all being real.
It’s mind boggling that you’re here now.
But it’s freeing.
You are free from the abyss.
From the void that swallowed you whole every time you were done with someone who wasn’t genuine.
This feeling in your chest, it’s tranquil. Like feeling the grass beneath your feet as you prance around without bounds.
You were his and he was finally yours.
It felt good to not just be Bunny to him.
Because now?
Now you were exclusive.
He can sleep at night knowing that you’re more than just Bunny.
Because you’re his Bunny.
And that will never change.
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Angst but with a happy ending! It's the typical "ex-lovers meet at a friend's wedding" trope
You both really tried to save the relationship; it didn’t matter how much therapy you both sat through. The endless conversations, it seemed it was destined to end. Love clearly wasn’t enough to save this relationship.
~The Night It All Ended~
Tyriq heard you sniffling, he felt terrible but you both knew this was coming. “Please don’t cry, I’m sorry but it hasn’t been working for months” His voice cracked, betraying him. He cleared his throat, locking eyes with you he felt tears brimming his eyes. Your lip started quivering, he opened his arms. You immediately accepted his embrace, “I know, it doesn’t make it any easier. I still love you, I don’t understand why we can’t make it work.” You laid your head on his chest, taking in a deep breath. You didn’t want his smell to leave you, his warmth, his stories, his love.
“I wish I knew, at least we can say we tried, we both fought for this relationship. That means something.” He kissed the top of your head, he pulled away from you.
“Can you stay one more night? Please, I’m gonna miss you so much” Tears streamed down your face, he wiped the tears off your face. Leaning down to your height, he pressed a kiss to your lips. A sob left your mouth, your head dropped to his chest again. He rubbed your back, “Of course I’ll stay the night, let's go lay down.”
He laid down on the bed, he watched you hesitate to join him, he grabbed your wrist pulling you down onto him. He pulled the cover over your bodies, he felt his shirt dampen from your tears. He knew there was nothing he could say to make it any better.
“Do you remember when I asked you out? I almost threw up” He chuckled at the memory, a small smile graced your face. “I was so nervous, James had to give me a pep talk.”
“Why were you so nervous? I’m pretty sure everyone knew I liked you, how did you miss that” You looked up at him, he was staring at the ceiling. But you can tell he had been crying, he sniffled, “I mean have you seen you? Of course I was nervous, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship”
~Flashback~
Circa 2017, Florida State Fair
“Shit she’s coming!” Y’all’s friend James told Tyriq.
“My chest hurts, oh fuck. I don’t think I can do this.” He was panicking, he could hear you laughing with your friend. Your voice was getting closer, his stomach was in knots. “I think I’m bout to shit on myself”
“Dude relax, you’re fucking Tyriq Withers. You’re not a regular nigga, you’re HIM. Lock the fuck in. And you better not shit on yourself, you do that you ain’t my homeboy no more forreal” He looked Tyriq up and down, disgust all over his face.
As Tyriq went to respond he felt your hand touch his shoulder, he calmed himself enough to turn around. He pulled you into a hug, “Hey y/n, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. How you been?” You pulled back from the hug, he got a good look at you. https://www.pinterest.com/pin/248260998204271353/
You looked up at him, a beaming smile on your face. “We saw each other last week but I’ve been good. How are you?” You peaked over his shoulder, “Hey James, How are you?”
“I’m good, it’s nice to see you. Them shoes fire, which ones are those?” James asked before looking at your friend, “And who is this? she looks like someone I wanna get to know”
“Thank you, and I wish I knew but my daddy got em for me. But this is my friend, Kendra. Kendra, this is James. You already know Tyriq” They shared greetings, Kendra pulled y/n aside for a second. “You didn’t tell me he looked that good, I’m nervous.”
“Girl he is a dweeb, ain’t no reason to be nervous. Just be yourself, I’m telling you yall are gonna get along real nice. Me and Tyriq are gonna go do our own thing, that way y’all can get to know each other in peace. But if you get uncomfortable or anything, call me. He ain’t like that but men like to hide who they really are” You both went back over to the guys. You lightly pushed her to James, they both smiled at each other. “Y’all have fun, call one of us when you’re ready to leave.”
You and Tyriq watched them walk off, “I think they’ll get along real nice, I really am cupid. If only I could be cupid in my own love life” You sighed before turning to him. “Can we go get a funnel cake first? And we have to end the night with the ferris wheel, we didn’t get to do it last year”
“Of course we can, it’s on me” You both walked around for a bit trying to find a funnel cake, took way longer than you’d both like to admit. Along with the funnel cake you both got a drink to share. You guys went on rides for a bit before deciding to walk around.
“Omg, look at the rilakkuma plush. I kinda wanna try to win it but I know it’s rigged. I’d be wasting my money.” He followed your line of sight, the game didn’t look that hard. Just knocking down all the jars in 3 throws.
“Let me try” You watched him walk up, thankfully there was no line. It only took 2 tries and he won, he brought it over to you. “It wasn’t that hard, I really don’t think she wanted to give it up though. She kept trying to get me to get the blue bird.”
Taking the plush from Tyriq, he watched your face. You could barely contain the massive smile that graced your face. “Thank you so much. I love it! Now we have to find the ferris wheel before one of them calls” You grabbed his hand, his height was a huge help in finding the ferris wheel. Once he found it he tugged you towards it. Y’all climbed into the seats of the ride, sitting side by side “I hope we stop at the top, it’s so pretty at night”
His plan was going wonderfully so far, now he just had to work up the courage to ask you out. It didn’t come to him as easily as asking out other women did. He really didn’t want to ruin the friendship y’all had. He looked over at you as the ride started, slowly going up. He watched your eyes light up, he couldn’t help but stare.
“The view is so beautiful” Still watching you he replied “Yeah, it really is, but I have a question.”
You looked over at him, waiting for him to continue. You guys were almost at the top. “I know this might ruin our friendship but I have to confess, I really like you. Um, I have for awhile now. You’re the greatest person I’ve ever met, you’re so kind and loving. You’re so unapologetically yourself, I really like that about you. So can I be your boyfriend? If not I completely understand, I won’t be upset I swear.”
It was silent for a minute, you were looking at him but he was looking everywhere else but at you. You guys made it to the top, the ride slowly came to a stop. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, the silence was killing him, the sound of the cart creaking wasn’t soothing his anxiety either. “Please say something”
“I didn’t know you felt like that about me, that's so sweet. And I’d love that, I’m quite fond of you to” You nudged his shoulder, kissing his cheek. “Are you gonna look at me?”
He shook his head, “I think I’m gonna throw up, out of excitement and fear. I didn’t expect you to say yes and this thing is way too high up.” A laugh left you before a look of confusion passed over your face
“I’ve had a crush on you since the 9th grade, how did you not know that? I feel like it was so obvious. And please don’t throw up on me” You turned his face towards you, pressing a kiss to his lips.
~End of Flashback~
“I’m really glad you didn’t throw up on me that night, you know I still have that plush? It’s at my moms house…” A sad silence went through the room, you sighed before continuing. “She gonna be tore up when she finds out” You words died down, sadness settled deep in your chest.
“I know, I’ll keep in contact the best I can” He let out a sigh, he rubbed your back. “Lets not think about that right now, that's a problem for tomorrow. Go to bed, I love you. I really do, maybe in another life it works out”
“You’re right, I don’t think I got anymore tears left in me. And I love you too, I really wanted it to be you.” You whispered the last part to yourself before cuddling into his chest, shutting your eyes. A few minutes passed before you both fell asleep.
~The Next Morning~
You woke up cold, he was already gone. You couldn't blame him, at this point you were dragging it out. Trying to find any reason to have him stay. Sitting up, you reached for your phone. Beside it was a note, it read.
~Y/n I'm sorry again, I hope one day you can forgive me. We have to say goodbye, at least for now. I hope that when we meet again, it'll be the right time for us. I will miss you so much, thank you for the last 3 years. All I ask is please don't wait around. And don’t dwell on the hurt, it's not good for you. And I will always be there for you. I love you and thank you for one more night~
You really wish you could say that you didn’t wallow in your self pity, in reality you broke down after finishing the note. It hit you like a ton of bricks, it was over. The man you saw a future with, the ONLY man you saw a future with. The only man that truly loved you and made sure that you always knew that. He remembered every little thing you told him, everything that made you tick.
“I’ve got to get up, y/n it’s okay. You win some, you lose some” you tried to give yourself a pep talk, didn’t help much but you finally got up. After getting ready for the day, your mom called you.
“Good morning my baby, how are you doing?” There was a moment of silence before she continued, “Tyriq told me what happened. I’m so sorry.”
Your lip started quivering, “mommy, why couldn’t we figure it out? I don’t want anyone else but him. What if I never love again? I don’t think I ever will again” You broke down sobbing
“Calm down, it’s okay. Heartbreak is a very unfortunate part of life. You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you. You will fall in love again and again. Don’t give up on love yet. Someone else will come along and sweep you off your feet. I promise you”
~Present Day~
Your mom couldn’t have been more wrong, it’s not like you gave up on love. You tried, you REALLY tried. Fortunately you had high standards, the dating scene was nothing but a cesspool. You’d rather be alone than end up with some bum. It didn’t help that no one else made you feel like Tyriq did. You might not have moved on romantically but you did in other ways.
After graduating you moved to New York, you threw yourself into your job. You didn’t take time off for family or friends, you were trying to distract yourself. Truthfully you were envious of others, you were jealous of how easy others found love. You felt like a fool still being hung up on a guy you dated 5 years ago. You were long overdue for a visit, a wedding was the perfect opportunity to go back home for a bit.
“I did a really good job playing Cupid with y’all. I’m so happy for you and you look beautiful. Everything looks so beautiful girl.” You were in the dressing room with Kendra. You were jealous of her, very happy for but jealous. You wanted the love she had.
“Thank you for setting us up and coming. I know how busy your job keeps you. Thank you for everything, seriously. He’s the best thing to happen to me. You look amazing too. Also, I know you probably don’t care but Tyriq will be here. He’s single, you’re single...” She had a very cheeky grin on her face, it was obvious that she had a plan for y’all to cross paths tonight. https://pin.it/6Lp6jd4hh
You sighed, “If I see him I’ll be sure to say hello, now I’ve gotta go take my seat. It’s almost time for you to come out.” Sharing one more hug, you left the room. Making your way to your seat. The venue wasn’t too big, they wanted something private. Only family and close friends. You gave a quick look around the venue, you couldn’t find Tyriq. You were a little sad at the idea of not seeing him tonight.
At the reception there were assigned seats, you kind of hoped Tyriq would be sitting with you. At the very least close by. Pushing the thought aside, you sat in your seat. A shadow overtook the table. Looking up it was Tyriq, he looked really good. He was bigger, grew his hair out. He still looked the same, just grown.
“Well look who it is, I didn’t think I’d actually see you today. I heard you’re quite elusive.” He took a second to take you in, time has been very kind to you. You had gotten taller, curvier. “you look beautiful like always. How have you been?”
You beamed up at him, your eyes light up “Hi, you don’t look too bad yourself. I’m not that hard to find, it’s a matter of coming to me. But I’ve been good, I live in New York now. My mom told me you’re a big time movie star now. Congratulations. I know how bad you wanted that. Can I hug you?” You stood up, he pulled you into a hug.
“Is that even a question, of course you can girl. But I’m good. I wouldn’t say I’m a star though. I’ve got yet to reach that level, I just finished a movie with Marlon Wayans though. And that’s a big move, how long have you been there?” He pulled back from the hug
“Marlon Wayans? You’re being modest, it’s okay to gloat. Shit if I knew Marlon Wayans I’d be talking my shit. I’ll have to check it out though, I know it’s gotta be good. I moved out there 3 years ago, it was very stressful. I’m honestly ready to move back home. I don’t think I can do another New York winter. Where are you sitting?” You asked him
“Right here with you, unless you’d rather change seats with someone.” He moved to sit down across from you, you followed his lead. “No, I’m fine right here. We can catch up with each other. I’d actually really like that”
A couple hours passed, food was served, speeches given. Whilst others danced, y’all sat and talked. The conversation flowed, it felt like no time had passed. Everything felt natural. He stood up holding his hand out to you.
“Would you like to dance? I remember how much you loved this song” He asked you, he was hopeful that you’d say yes.
You smiled at him, grabbing his hand. He pulled you along with him, he turned. It was awkward for a second, he didn’t want to overstep. Eventually you wrapped your arms around his neck, his went around your waist.
“I’m surprised you remember that” y’all swayed to the music, it felt like there was no one else in the room but y’all.
He smiled, his blue eyes shined bright. “I remember a lot about you, I spent a very large portion of my life with you. As a friend and lover, it’d be disrespectful if I forgot something as simple as one of your favorite songs.”
You could feel your face heat up, thankfully it doesn’t show. “Always the charmer Mr. Withers. Never change” you placed your head on his chest, his heart was pounding.
“I wish you were Mrs. Withers, I’ve always held out hope that you would be. When I left the next morning, I don’t think I’ve regretting something more in my life. I tried so hard to move on, none of it worked. I saw you in everything I did. I saw you in everyone I met. It’s pathetic but it’s real” His voice was very quiet, you pulled back to look at him. He held your gaze, “That’s very sweet but you shouldn’t live life with regrets. You were right back then, it had to happen. We weren’t working out.”
“I think we could now, I know this is a little crazy. But I’d probably hate myself forever if I didn’t at least try.” His shoulders sagged, he didn’t have as much hope as before.
“I don’t think our friends wedding is the most appropriate place to be doing this. We haven’t known each other for the past 5 years, we’re completely different people. You want 21 year old me. You don’t know who I am anymore” You didn’t know what to think. The sentiment was sweet but it caught you off guard.
He sighed, “I can get to know you again, I know we can make it work. I just need another chance, WE just need another chance. And I want you, every version of you. I’ve waited so long to see you again, I’ve gone over this conversation in my head a thousand times. There’s no one else I want. You can say I don’t know you anymore but I know you still love Rilakkuma, you love painting especially with oil paints, you love to read, especially them sad ass books you had to read in english class even though you always complained about having preselected books for us to read. I watched you reread The Outsiders a hundred times after complaining about being forced to read it. You’ve always hated math but love history, especially world history. You don’t drink much because you can’t handle your liquor. You hate bugs, especially centipedes.”
You laughed, “Okay maybe you do you still know me. All of that is so random to remember. But I’ll go on a date with you. I’m not saying there’s not another chance for us but I feel like there’s a lot to learn about you now. Let's be friends again and see where it gets us. We can’t just jump back into it like 5 years hasn’t passed” He could feel your fingers playing with hair at the nape of his neck, something he always loved.
He couldn’t suppress the very large grin that graced his face, “It’s not random if it’s you. And thank you, I understand what you mean. I’m so happy you came, this was my last hope to be honest” His arms wrapped tighter around your waist, he pulled you into a hug.
“I’m glad I came, so when’s this date?” Over Tyriq’s shoulder you caught Kendra’s eye. She had one of the biggest smiles on her face, her job was finished. It was up to y’all now, she had faith that it would work. Y’all were meant to be, you just needed that push. You sent her a smile and mouthed “Thank you” You knew it would be a long journey to rekindle what y’all had, but he was determined. He wasn’t going to give up on you so easily. And neither were you, you had a really good feeling this time around.
*Thank you for reading:) if you liked it please engage! Also I’m sorry if some of it seems more OCish. It wasn’t my intention. It’s not as long as I would’ve hoped but I do think I’ll be doing a second part. I do feel that this is all over the place in some areas. Thank you again💖*
Hear the laughter of children playing in the snow, uh, uh
To kiss my baby under the mistletoe!
But I can't promise my eyes this sight
Unless they stop the fight
— I Want to Come Home For Christmas, Ne-Yo
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Tyriq hadn’t meant to say it, not really. The words had just kind of slipped out.
“I’m really tired, and I don’t really want to be around those people anyway.”
As he remembers, Tyriq closes his eyes with a groan and scratches at his eyebrow, trying to ignore the headache that was coming.
He hadn’t meant it how it sounded, he swears.
Ty had just gotten home from a long few days of shooting—long hours on a set, giving his all to the directors, crew, and castmates—so that he could make it home to you. Thoughts of spending the next several days off with you before heading to his family for Christmas Eve and Day had given him the strength during those hours. And on the plane and uber ride to you.
But after he had set his luggage down and began getting settled for a night in with you, you had asked for him to join you at a Christmas party with some of your close friends, since he had made it in time. Ty knew you had meant no harm by it, but he felt the tension that originally started to melt away at the sight of you, creep back at the thought of having to be social.
He had tried to explain it to you, and you had seemed to understand but also stated that you had made plans and had still wanted to go. In his frustration, he said “But I’m here now.”
Which had been the first wrong thing to say. You then had said that, well, he could always join you, and that it could be fun to get into the spirit. And that’s when he had said the second wrong thing.
“I’m really tired, and I don’t really want to be around those people anyway.”
As soon as the words had left his lips, Tyriq was sorry he said them.
“What do you mean by ‘those people’?”
“I hadn’t meant it like that baby.”
“Okay, then, how did you mean it, because those people are my people. They’re my friends.”
“I get that but I just really wanted to see you and just be only with you for a bit before I leave to see family. I came here to see you.”
“Okay, but I didn’t ask you to come here early.”
“I’m sorry for wanting to be a good partner and see you.”
“Oh, so I’m not a good partner, now that I don’t want to stop my plans for just one night?”
Back and forth, back and forth. Until it had reached a tipping point.
“I knew I should have just went home.”
As the memory of those words wash over him, Tyriq lets out a soft “fuck” and the old woman in the line in front of him turns around in shock.
“Sorry, ma’am, that wasn’t directed at you,” he quickly explains and then decides to shuffle to self-checkout instead to just scan his frozen pizza so he can get out of here fast. Eating frozen pizza bought from Walmart was not what he envisioned coming back to. Neither had Tyriq envisioned that you guys would have an argument right off the bat.
“So, this place we got together isn’t home to you, Tyriq?”
“You know that’s not what I meant—.”
“You seem to be saying that a lot tonight, so what exactly do you mean, Ty? Do you mean anything that you say to me?”
That had landed like a blow, and Tyriq was stunned into silence as he watched you gather your coat.
“Go home, Ty. Sorry you came all this way for nothing.”
But it hadn’t been for nothing, and Ty hadn’t meant to imply that what you guys were doing together, what you building together, wasn’t a home for him. Frustration got the better of him when the self-checkout scanner wouldn’t accept the barcode on the pizza due to it being iced over, so he left the pizza, along with the case of beer he planned to buy, at the small counter and just headed for the exit. It was late anyway and he had to get on the road early in the morning if he was just going to go home to his family early.
Maybe you guys needed some room, because you hadn’t answered any of his texts attempting to apologize. Which sucks because with these last few months spent missing you, he didn’t want anymore distance between you two. So much for spending some of the holiday with you.
As he makes his way to the car and slides in, he spots the Christmas gift he had gotten for you at the shooting location. It was just a charm, to add to the bracelet of other charms representing other shooting locations he had gone. Tyriq had made it a habit to bring a charm back to you, a piece of where he had been, to share a part of his journey with you. As well as to always honor that…
To always honor that…
He knows what he has to do. Tyriq peals out of the parking lot and heads back to the apartment, the home that you guys had together. Because that is what it is. The bracelet represents all the stops on his different journeys for his career, but you wearing it represented that no matter what, all of the journeys and plane rides and Ubers led back to you. Back to his home.
Ty parks the car in the garage space and jobs to the stairs, carefully taking two at time to y’all’s place, the gift box in his hand. He doesn’t know how late you will be out, but hopefully you’ll come back home, back to him, soon. He doesn’t want to fight or to be away from you any longer.
And luckily, it seems that he wouldn’t be, as when Tyriq unlocks the door and walks through the short hallway, he sees you in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar. You seem a bit startled at his appearance, a little sad, but not as angry as when you had left.
It’s quiet for a moment before he approaches you.
“I didn’t know if you would be coming back tonight,” is what Ty says first, and watches as you shrug a shoulder.
“I wasn’t planning on it, but I wasn’t having a good time at the party either,” you say softly.
He sets the gift box on the bar and moves slightly closer into your space, taking both your hands in his, a little shocked that you had let him.
“Listen, baby, I’m sorry for what I said. I—my intention wasn’t to make it sound like I didn’t want to be around your friends or that you had to choose between them or me. I never want that,” Tyriq starts softly, and watches as tears start to gather on your lash line.
“Yeah, but you were right, you came all this way--.”
“And I did so because I was coming home to you, baby,” he interrupts. “And I apologize for implying that this isn’t my home, our home. I never want to make you feel like it isn’t like that for me. Because it is. You’re my home, and I love you, and I’m sorry.”
Ty reaches to brush away some sneaky tears off your cheeks. “I’m sorry, too, I took it all wrong. And I love how much you wanted to see me and spend time together. I love you, too, and I’m so happy to have you come home to me.”
He pulls you into him and wraps you tightly in his arms, his heart finally feeling at peace since stepping off the plane.
“I’ll always come home to you, as long as you’ll have me.”
“Everybody knows I want your love. Why you playing, baby boy, what’s up?
You’re no good for his rising image—at least, that’s what his management thinks.
These are the formative years of Cameron Cade: the projected first pick in the NFL draft, the supposed second coming of Isaiah. He can’t afford to jeopardize anything, not even for you. It doesn't matter if you have already met half of his immediate family or have spent a few holidays together. He's building a reputation for himself and won't taint it—he’s willing to sacrifice everything for his dream.
So he keeps you close, but never close enough—no promises, no real commitment, just enough affection to keep you tethered.
And you’re sick of wanting more. There are plenty of guys who would proudly sweep you off your feet, no secrecy required.
Sure, Cam is a good man, but he can’t really expect you to sit around, waiting for every ounce of his affection like some sad, obedient dog. So you’ve made up your mind: starting tonight, you’re done entertaining him. Enough of the half-formed boundaries he insisted were "something": the rushed and hidden kisses, the text threads he deleted the second he sent them, showing up to events separately—like strangers—just to keep rumors quiet.
It was strange behavior for a college athlete; everyone else flaunted whoever they were seeing, "loved" them out loud, even if they changed weekly.
Now, you sit at the small desk in your dorm, adding the final touches to your makeup. You and a few friends decided to hit a party tonight—celebration after the football team’s big win. Once your lips are pretty and pink, you stand to check your reflection in the mirror.
Bootcut jeans that hug the curve of your hips. A sheer, maroon top that leaves just enough to the imagination. You look good, you feel good.
Your friends meet you downstairs in the lobby, and the three of you pile into an Uber. When your driver pulls up, the party is already alive: couples pressed against car doors, stoners passing blunts in loose circles, laughter spilling into the night air. Music booms through the walls of the house, hitting you before you even step inside.
Inside, the air is thicker, warm from the influx of bodies. You peer around, scanning the room, though deep down you already know who you’re looking for—and you hate that your mind goes there. You check the time on your phone. The party started an hour ago. The football players, if any, usually show up two hours late. You know this from the many nights you’ve had to coordinate departure times with Cam. That thought alone makes you roll your eyes.
You trail away from your friends to grab a drink. It’s ritual at this point, something to blur the edges of your mind. And, truth be told, you need this drink more than ever right now. As you’re about to leave the makeshift bar, someone bumps into you. You look up—it’s some guy from your morning lecture. His smile is apologetic as he mumbles a quick sorry. And another person pushes past, he instinctively reaches out, steadying the drink in your hand before it spills.
“Shit, my bad—everyone and their mama here tonight,” he says, hand hovering.
“It’s all good.”
“You’re in Dr. Schuyler’s 9 a.m., right?”
He scooches closer so you can hear him over the loud music, breath sweet and boozy.
You’d be a fool not to acknowledge that he’s handsome. He has been trying to get your attention for weeks, and maybe tonight’s the night you allow it. Still, your thoughts wander back to Cam. You shake the thought away, surely Cam has entertained other girls. What's stopping you from having your fun?
“Yeah. I think I’ve seen you a few times,” you confirm, taking a quick sip of your drink, hiding your forming smile.
You fall into an easy conversation, almost like a table-read.
He’d hate this—the way this guy is looking at you, the way you’re letting him.
At some point, you find yourselves dancing together—the bass thudding roughly, his hands guarding the soft curve of your hips. You move with the music, swaying against him, two drinks in and feeling all the buzz. It is nice to finally have someone to dance with that wasn't one of your girlfriends. Still, you can't help wishing it were Cam instead.
And for a second, your mind goes there. Eyes closed, his hands become Cam’s, and warmth surges through your body. You press harder into the body behind you. The scene feels raunchy. You want to blame it on the alcohol, but you know better.
When the song ends, you feel it—a stare cutting through the noise.
Reluctantly, you turn, and sure enough, Cam’s eyes find yours from across the room. His blue gaze is low, rimmed red as he leans back in his chair. A few of his teammates linger nearby, red solos in hand. He nods once, barely there, before his eyes drop to his cup. He says something under his breath, but you don’t need to hear it to know what it means.
The DJ spins a new track, bodies brush past, and suddenly you’re over it. You’ve been at the party for a few hours, and you’re ready to leave. You slip away from your classmate-turned-dance-partner and weave through the crowd in search for your friends.
The once-invigorating thump of the music was starting to grate on you. It felt suffocating inside—your skin hot, sticky with sweat. Unable to find your friends, you step out onto the porch and decide to just text them instead.
But when you unlock your phone, there’s already a message waiting—from Cam.
Cam
So that’s how we moving now??
You
no idea what you’re talking abt
Cam
You and ol boy?
You
can’t dance with ppl now?
Cam
That’s what you calling it? 😂
You
that’s what it is tf?
i’m not finna sit here and go back n forth with you cam
Cam
Bet.
You stare at the thread of messages, hoping this is the last of it. You know you’re being petty, but you’re tired of being the one who lets things slide. It’s unfair. Still, guilt creeps in, stubborn and familiar.
The door creaks open behind you, the bass from inside spilling out for a moment before the night swallows it again. Heavy footsteps approach. You look up. Cam stands there, gaze fixed on the horizon, hands in his jacket pockets. For a moment, neither of you speak.
“C’mon,” he says finally, voice low. “Let’s walk.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Didn’t ask. C’mon.”
You lazily fall into step behind him; the cool air nips at your exposed skin—you shiver.
“Where are we even going?”
He doesn’t answer right away. His jaw works, tight enough that the muscles flex beneath the streetlight. He takes a left down the sidewalk, into an alley, hidden from the crowd.
“I ain’t like that…you know that.”
He stops, and you almost run into him. When he turns, his eyes are on you—bloodshot, but beaten by something heavier.
You huff. “And? I’m supposed to care because…?”
“I know you care,” he says. “Quit playing.”
He’s right. You hate that he knows it—that he uses it.
“Cam, you don’t control me,” you cross your arms tighter.
He steps closer, the air shifting.
“I know I can’t. But that doesn’t mean that shit don’t bother me.”
“It shouldn’t bother you. That’s the whole point of…whatever this is.” You motion between you, tone sharp.
He looks down at that, breath fogging the chilled air.
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what? It’s the truth.”
“Like this some kind of joke.”
He closes the last sliver of distance, voice dropping low enough that you can feel it. His large, cold hand rests on your cheek, thumb tracing hearts.
“Cam,” you warn. This is exactly why he’s dangerous.
“We’re not ending shit, y/n.”
“You can’t decide that.”
“I’m not trying to decide anything, I just—” he runs a hand over his head. “I don’t wanna see you with other people. I don’t like that, shit’s stupid.”
“Then fucking do something about it.”
He clicks his tongue, every fiber of his being is hesitant.
“I can’t.”
The sentence snaps everything in half. Laughter from a group of drunks echoes through the alley. Their joy is mocking. You bite your lip.
“See? This is what I’m talking about.”
You turn to leave, but his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you.
“Cam,” you urge, “let go.”
The words hang between you, sticky and uncertain—meant for him or for you, you can’t tell.
“Shit ain’t fair.” His hands drop into his pockets.
“You think it’s been fair for me?”
Silence. You scoff.
“Exactly.”
“You act like this shit’s easy—it ain’t simple for me either.”
“It’s literally that simple. You choose your image and whatever bullshit your publicist feeds you over me. Every single time.”
He shakes his head. “You know what you signed up for. This is deadass the most important year of my life.”
“Whatever, Cameron.”
“Nah. Ain’t no ‘whatever.’ This ain’t some regular ass season. This is everything I’ve wanted since I was a kid. One wrong move…shit’s over.”
“Do you even hear yourself?”
He flinches.
“Do you hear yourself?” he parrots back.
“What’d you even make me come out here for? We’re talking in literal circles.”
“I’m trying to have a real conversation. None of that petty shit.”
“Then talk.”
“I don’t know how to do this shit, y/n.”
“Do what?”
“Not fuck this up. Look…everything in my life is planned out. Scripted. Every interview, every photo, every post. This—whatever this is—is the only organic thing in my life, and that scares the hell out of me.”
You nod, his confession disorientating. You want to understand, but you can’t help being selfish.
“Life is scary, Cam. But you can’t expect me to wait patiently, like a fucking dog, just because you’re unwilling to commit.”
“It’s not that.” He steps closer. “I’m crazy about you, I just—fuck…I can’t right now.”
“I won’t beg you,” you shrug and walk away.
He stands there, static, swallowed by the night. Eventually—whether it’s been a few seconds or several minutes, he isn’t sure—he pulls out a joint and lights it after a few tries, fighting against the night’s chilled air.
Content warning: MDNI 18+, Dom/Sub undertones, Oral f!recieving, Maneater reader, Cam is a simp, angsty smut
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Can you tell that heated rivalry had me inspired?👀🏒
“Come over you got 10 minutes before I find someone else”
You sent the text to Cameron knowing the outcome. You and him had been fucking around for a little while now. You don't know home many times you had to tell him that your arrangement was just sex but he still had hope for more.
A week had passed of you ignoring his needy calls and text. You weren't ignoring him to be malicious, you simply didn't owe him anything beyond what you decided to give him.
Almost immediately he responded, “Give me 8”
You had options and he knew so here you sat, on your couch phone in hand, waiting for him to show up.
Not even 10 minutes later, a knock came to your door and there he stood in the doorway of your apartment, out of breath like he ran there.
“I hope you didn't speed to get here” You said to him teasingly. “Hate for you to get a ticket over me.”
“You’d love that and you know it” He replied back, eyes squinting at your antics.
“Dont get cocky Cameron, you're not even inside yet.” You warned, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, twitching into a hint of a smile.
You pulled the door open, stepping back to let him inside. His eyes flickered to the silk robe that adorned your figure as he walked past you.
“Shoes off.” You said, closing and locking the door and turning to him.
He slipped off his shoes, placing them neatly by the door facing you like he was waiting for instructions.
“My room.” You ordered and he stepped into action walking through your apartment like second nature to your bedroom. You followed behind him letting him lead the way, but made sure the heat from your gaze kept him in check.
He lingered in your space as he turned to look at you, His eyes low and expectant waiting on your next instruction.
“Take that off.” you gestured to his clothes. “All of it, you can leave your boxers on.”
He hesitated for a second, a bit taken aback but that didn't stop him from peeling his hoodie and sweat off. Left only in his black boxers and gold chain.
“Good,” you smirked, “The others don't listen as well as you.”
His brows furrowed, he hated the mention of the other guys you talked to. You laughed briefly at his expression as you stepped forward, trailing a hand down his stomach and slipping your fingers into the band of his boxers.
“Relax, sit down.” You pulled your hands away, the band snapping against his skin.
He sat on the edge of your bed and you climbed into his lap, your thighs straddling his. Your robe slid open just a slight bit revealing your lace panties and lower stomach. The fabric being the only thing separating him from you. You could feel his want beneath you. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you looked at him. His hands moving to your hips holding you in place.
Your hand moving to the side of his face holding his jaw in hand. He leaned forward, going to kiss you. But you turned his head at the last second and whispered in his ear. “You’re impatient.”
“You don't get what you want unless I give it to you, maybe if you work hard enough I'll kiss you.” you say as you pull his face back towards you looking into his eyes as you continue. “Sounds good?”
Cameron swallowed as he nodded his head, his chest rising and falling, but he didn't say a word. You pushed him back onto the bed. Your hands go to the tie on your robe pulling it and opening it the rest of the way, revealing your bare chest to him.
He looked up at you from his position on your bed. His gaze dropped from your face to your chest. Before he could stop himself his hands were trailing up your sides, he almost cupped your breast when you pushed his hands away and crawled up his body, thighs bracketing his chest.
“You’re gonna make me feel good and if you do an okay enough job, I might let you handle that.” You say looking down at him and gesturing to the hard-on that sat between his legs.
You climbed the rest of the way hovering over his face. He immediately went into action, pulling you panties to the side as he placed a kiss on your inner thigh. Before placing an open mouth on your lips.
You immediately shuddered at the contact, the heat from his mouth sending a shock right through your core. His hands laid on the sides of your thighs as he pulled you the rest of the way down. His lips sucked at your clit, working you to your release with every deliberate movement and brush of his lips.
Moans fell from your lips as he mouth worked expertly, each flick of his tongue and bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Shit Cam slow down, not yet.” You gasped, your voice low and breathless letting him know that you were close, Your hands came to your nipple tweaking it adding to your pleasure, your eyes falling shut and head rolling back.
He looked up at you, groaning at the sight of the sound sending vibrations through you. His hips buckled slightly, searching for some kind of stimulation.
His eyes were dark as they watched youm he took it even further as he licked a strip up your pussy before sticking his tongue inside, your breathes came in ragged moans as he tongue fucked you.
“F-fuck” You whined and you rocked your pussy on his face. Your clit bumping his nose was what sent you over the edge.
With a shuddering cry, your muscles clenched as warmth spread through your body. Your thighs tightened around his head, you almost buckled over but caught yourself on the bed as you rode out the wave of your orgasm. He held you steady, placing soft kisses to your core and inner thighs to coax you through your release.
You shifted off of him now sitting up next to him as you examined his form, his chest raised and fell uneven, his eyes half lidded as he looked at you, mouth glistening from your wetness. Your eyes trailed down his stomach and paused at his lap. They wet spots on his boxers.
“You came,” you huffed out. You hadn’t even touched him and he came from eating you out. “Well I guess you don't need me then” you say standing, grabbing your robe and walking to the bathroom.
“Wait-”
You cut him off by closing the door, the sound final. You took your time cleaning yourself off in the shower, grounding yourself.
When you finally stepped back into your bedroom he was still there, half naked. Now sit up on the edge of the bed waiting for you.
“Thats it?” He asked, his voice low and careful.
You looked around for a second wondering what more he could possibly want. “We both came, why are you still here Cameron.”
“That wasn't on purpose.” He replied sounding a little defeated, and almost embarrassed that he came like that earlier.
“It's okay, I just don't think you need any more tonight.” you said bluntly.
“But you said-” He started before pausing. “We didn’t even kiss.”
“Oh my God Cameron. You're so needy,” You groaned as you came up to him, placing your lips to his. He immediately reacted, his hands on your waist to pull you closer. Your hand held the side of his face, as he tried to deepen the kiss. You broke the kiss first, “There, satisfied?”
He exhaled a shaky breath, eyes still searching yours for more. “You're not fair.”
“I never said I was,” You pecked his lips once more before stepping away. “Dont read into it.”
You knew from the way he looked at you, that was all he was going to do.
“Okay you should go, I have an early morning." You said as you turned to your closet walking in and changing from your robe to a night shirt.
Cameron was still sitting there for a second longer than necessary.
“Right,” He said quietly.
You left the closet, glancing at him as he stood and started to put his clothes back on.
“You good?”
“Yeah. I'm straight.” He replied, even though his face said a different thing.
You nodded, moving toward your bed and getting under your duvet. Not pressing the issue further.
“Lock up behind you.”
“Okay.” He hesitated for a beat, “Ill text you when im home?” He stated but it was posed as a question.
“If you feel the need too, sure.” You said nonchalantly, fixing your bonnet on your head as you turned to go to sleep.
Cameron took that as your dismissal, all hope of you letting him stay the night out the window. He took his leave from your apartment, turning all the lights off and locking the door behind him as he made his short drive back home.
Sleep came easy for you, you didn't lose a bit of sleep knowing Cameron was upset that you didn't let him stay.
For Cameron, hours had passed, the sun now peeking through the curtains of his apartment. His thoughts drifted back to you the whole night. How easily you had control over him and the way you left him completely undone without even trying.
Even though he was a bit defeated he knew that if you called again he’d be right back for more.
cameron dwarfed you in every possible way, and you loved him for it. standing at 6’5, broad shoulders, palms that could cover your entire face. he weighed more, had biceps that you always found yourself squeezing just to feel the muscle, you smoothed your palms over those thick shoulders countless times. but it was in the bedroom where that difference was made clear and obvious. you were smaller, he was bigger.
he could lift you without effort, as if your weight meant nothing. one palm on your waist, the other beneath your thighs, and suddenly you were carried, repositioned, spread out across the bed his cock always felt impossibly large compared to your smaller frame, stretching you open until your head fell back. you could never take him all at once, not without gasping, not without begging for time to adjust
his hands made you feel helpless in the best way, pinning your wrists easily above your head with just one hand, or guiding your hips up and down his cock while you whimpered, or in the way your fingers could barely wrap around his bicep while his thumb alone could cover half your throat.
and it was right now where all these differences were made even more clear.
cameron braced one arm into the mattress and stroked himself with the other, his thick hand working slowly up and down the his cock. the sheer size of it always made your stomach twist with nerves, his cock already glistening from the head as another bead of precum formed. his gaze stayed between your thighs, jaw flexing as he exhaled hard through his nose
“Okay. ready baby?”
your fingers dug lightly into the sheets beside you, brows knitting together “slow please” you whispered. you glanced down at yourself, at the smallness of your body beneath him, and then back up at his face
“I will.” he replied with a soft smile. he shifted closer, the bed dipping with the weight, and slid his big palm along your thigh. his hand alone dwarfed you, fingers wrapping easily around the curve of your leg as he pressed it wider, nudging you open further. he rubbed his thumb over your skin in slow circles, warming you up, trying to give you just a little more space for him to fill
the bed creaked beneath him as he hovered himself over you, his hand still resting heavy on your thigh. he’d given your clit a slow, coaxing rub, big thumb circling you in lazy strokes until your hips shifted up instinctively, earning a soft gasp from your lips. his cock twitched in his hand as he guided it down, thick head pressing right at your entrance, slick with his precum, nudging insistently against your tight opening
even with the slickness, the first push burned. that fat head stretched you, and the sharp sting of it had pain flashing across your face before you could hide it. “Ahh-” your body tensing as he tried to push deeper, jaw locked, lip caught hard between his teeth as if sheer force could make him fit
your hands quickly flew up, pressing against his chest, your small palms barely doing anything to stop him. “ah, cam- wait, wait! it hurts” you whimpered, eyes shutting tight as your legs gave a reflexive squeeze around him
immediately he froze. concern coming across his whole face in an instant, his brows drawn tight, and he pulled back until only his slick tip rested against you again “It hurts?” his voice was rough, but full with worry
“mhm” you nodded quickly, chest rising and falling quickly as the shame grew from admitting it “slower, cam… please.”
you expected frustration maybe even disappointment from him, but instead he just looked at you “I got you, baby” he murmured, his lips twitching in a faint small smile
and then he adjusted. instead of going in hard, he started to tease you, the fat head of his cock gliding just barely into your opening before sliding back out. he fucked you with the tip, short little strokes that never went deeper than you could take, each thrust spreading you just a bit more. the movement dragged over your clit with every push, the friction building up a sharp mix of sting and pleasure until your mouth fell open, a shaky moan escaping
“Mmhh.. ahh! cam…” you breathed, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he kept working you open inch by inch. he groaned above you, forehead dipping low
“God, you feel so damn tight” he panted, voice cracking from holding himself back. his hips moved slow, and careful, your body trembling as it adjusted around his size
his jaw was tight, every muscle in his neck straining as he rocked his hips shallowly, just the fat tip of his cock pushing inside you and sliding out again. the sensation had little cries slipping out every time he nudged your clit on the way in. your chest rose and fell fast, nipples brushing his skin, the size of him overwhelming you even when he hadn’t given you more than a few inches
“cam…” you whined, your eyes closing shut as your pussy tried to suck him in deeper than you could handle
he groaned low, forehead pressing against yours as sweat dampened his face “Baby.. fuck” his voice was hoarse, his breath coming ragged with every little thrust “You’re so damn tight like this… swear I could cum jus’ from this.”
you felt the way his cock twitched against your pussy even without being buried, the fat head swelling as if he was seconds away from cumming. his big hand still held your thigh wide open, thumb stroking your skin, grinding a little faster against you.
you whimpered, the mix of pleasure and ache making your toes curl “Cam don’t” you gasped, though your nails digging into his back told him the opposite “Not yet…”
he let out a rough laugh, lips brushing your ear, his voice trembling “Trying baby. fuck, I’m trying but you feel so good, just the tip..”
the head of his cock slid in and out of you with wet little sounds, each thrust dragging slick across your clit. your pussy clenched hard around him, and a broken “fuck!” came out from his throat as he forced himself to pull almost all the way out
his face hovered above yours, sweat dripping down his temple “If I don’t slow down I’m gonna cum all over your pussy without even being inside you” he admitted, breathless, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his cock twitched against your entrance, soaked and throbbing.
his tip dragged back in and out of your tight entrance.
your body was clenching without thought, squeezing around that fat tip as though begging to swallow more of him, but the stretch made it impossible. it was too much and not enough at the same time
“c-cam.. ohh-”
he dropped his forehead to yours, groaning “Fuck baby, I can’t.” his voice was strangled, hips slowing as the thick head of his cock throbbed inside you. he pulled back, just the swollen head slipping through your entrance, and then pushed forward again, grinding it against your clit in the process. his eyes shut tight, sweat dripping down his face as he hissed “gonna cum just like this, just from your pussy squeezing my tip-”
and he did
with one more thrust his whole body tensed, biceps straining, his cock against you “fuck, fuckkk” he groaned, spilling cum across your folds and clit, making you messy with it. his hips twitched, his breath ragged, as the head of his cock pulsed hard against your entrance, finishing until it dripped down your slit. the sight of his cum covering you, thick and sticky, had your body trembling, overwhelmed by the idea that he hadn’t even gotten inside you before cumming
he fell forward slightly, catching himself with a grunt, his face hovering over yours, eyes glazed “Shit, baby… i told you” he panted, kissing your cheek, your jaw, trying to catch his breath as his cock softened just a little against you. his big hand soothed over your leg, thumb stroking in apology
but cameron wasn’t done.
even half hard, he rubbed himself along your slick folds, smearing his own cum over your pussy, coating your clit until you whimpered and squirmed under the friction. the sight of your pussy glistening with cum, open and needy, had him back to full hardness in minutes. he lifted his head, lips curling in a slow smile “you wanted slower, baby… we’ll do slow. i’m gonna get all the way in this time.”
he lined himself up again, your pussy already wet and messy from him, and pressed the tip back inside. this time the sting was dulled, your body looser, wetter, better prepared for him. inch by inch he sank into you, groaning with every stretch, your nails digging into his back as you gasped and trembled
“Yesss, that’s it” he breathed, eyes locked on your face, watching the way your lips parted, the way your brows furrowed at the sweet ache. his cock throbbed inside you, stretching you wider than you thought possible “taking me so good, baby. so fuckin’ tight still…”
your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned against your neck “Mmmhh, I’m not stopping this time. gonna stay buried in this little pussy.”
summary: based off wet dreamz by J Cole !cameron, catches feelings for the cute girl in his statistics class
pairing: crush!cameron x blackfem!reader (college)
warnings: none yet ! Part two coming soon !
Y/n pov
you were minding your business in math AirPods in listening to SZA, while trying to ignore your professor as he went on and on about numbers and how X can’t find Y and whatnot. You drew little doodles of stars and hearts on your paper you were bored and so ready for class to be over, you looked at the time on your iPad and it read 3:45pm almost over thank the lord
You couldn’t help but notice the cute light skin boy sitting next to you,yeah he was really cute. He wore a hoodie and some sweats,hood pulled him headphones on you knew who he was obviously. Cameron Cade. Florida states star quarterback. You two have worked on assignments together and you helped him study here and there, but other than that you never really actually talked to him.
But you definitely wanted him. Bad.
But little did you know he wanted you too.
Camerons pov
Cameron had been pretending to listen in math for the last forty minutes. Hoodie up, AirPods in, low enough that it wouldn’t get him called out, but loud enough to drown out the professor rambling about how X couldn’t find Y like that was anybody’s real-life problem.
He stared at his notebook, not really seeing the numbers. Instead, he’d been drawing the same thing over and over—little stars in the margins, lines he kept shading darker without realizing it. Bored didn’t even cover it. He checked the time on his watch.
Fifteen minutes left. Thank God.
And then—like always—his eyes drifted to the girl sitting right next to him.
Her.
Brown skin catching the light from the classroom windows, long hair falling over one shoulder like she didn’t even try for it to look that good. She leaned back in her chair, laughing quietly at something she’d just written on a folded piece of paper. Cameron felt his lips twitch, even though he tried to keep his face neutral.
She was funny. Like actually funny—not try-hard funny.
She’d been sitting beside him all semester. Always joking. Always nudging him when the professor turned around. Always getting them both in trouble for talking, which was why they’d graduated to passing notes like middle schoolers. He still had the last one she’d slid to him tucked into his notebook.
If we get kicked out, I’m blaming you.
He should’ve been focused on the girl across the aisle who kept sneaking glances his way, the one people expected him to notice. Light skin, lashes done, phone face-down like she wanted attention without asking for it.
But his mind stayed right where it always did.
On the girl beside him.
On the way she smelled faintly like vanilla when she leaned too close. On how her laugh hit him in the chest before he could stop it. On the way she crossed her legs, completely unbothered, like she didn’t realize how hard it was for him to concentrate when she was right there.
Brown skin. Long hair. Thick in all the right places.
And that smile—dangerous.
She glanced at him, eyebrow raised, sliding another folded note across the desk. Cameron picked it up, unfolding it slowly like he wasn’t already smiling.
You alive over there, QB?
He shook his head, chuckling under his breath, scribbling a response back.
Barely. You keep distracting me.
She laughed again, covering her mouth this time, and Cameron knew—math class or not—this was exactly where he wanted to be.
Right beside her
By the time class finally ended, Cameron felt like he’d run a full drill without ever leaving his seat.
Chairs scraped back, backpacks zipped, the room filling with noise again—but he stayed still for a second longer, watching her gather her things. She moved slow, unbothered, like she wasn’t the reason his heart had been doing the most for the last hour.
She stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder, then looked down at him.
“You coming, or you gonna keep pretending you understand derivatives?”
He laughed, shaking his head as he stood up. “I was this close to getting it.”
“Liar,” she said, smirking. “You didn’t write a single number.”
They walked out together, shoulder to shoulder, the hallway buzzing with people who didn’t matter. Cameron noticed everything about her in that moment—the way her arm brushed his, the way she talked with her hands, the way she glanced up at him like she already knew what he was thinking.
Which was the problem.
Because his mind?
Not innocent.
Not calm.
Not quiet.
He kept replaying moments that hadn’t even happened yet—what it’d feel like if she leaned in closer, if her laugh dropped to something softer, if her hand stayed on his arm just a second longer. He hated how fast his thoughts ran ahead of him, building scenes he didn’t know what to do with.
Relax, he told himself. Don’t be weird.
They stopped outside the building, the late afternoon sun hitting her skin just right. She tucked her hair behind her ear, eyes flicking up to meet his.
“So,” she said, casual. Too casual. “You got practice, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered, then paused. “But… I could walk you to your car.”
Her smile was slow. Knowing. Dangerous.
“Okay, QB.”
They walked in silence for a moment, not awkward—charged. Cameron’s thoughts drifted again, imagining what it’d be like to tell her what he was really thinking. How he noticed her more than he should. How she stayed in his head long after class ended. How sometimes, late at night, his mind filled in blanks he wasn’t ready to admit out loud.
Wet dreams, half-formed fantasies, all nerves and curiosity.
They reached her car. She turned to face him, standing close enough now that he could smell her perfume. Something sweet. Something warm.
“You’re real quiet,” she said.
He swallowed. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
He hesitated—then smiled. “Stuff I probably shouldn’t.”
She laughed softly, eyes lingering on his. “Yeah,” she said. “Same.”
And just like that, she opened her door, slid into her seat, and left him standing there—heart racing, head spinning, already knowing this wasn’t just a crush.
This was the beginning of something he wasn’t ready for…
…but couldn’t stop thinking about.
By the time Cameron hit the locker room, his whole body was on autopilot.
Helmet down. Cleats unlaced. Hoodie tossed over the bench. He tried to lock in, really tried—practice was about to start and Coach didn’t play about focus—but his mind kept drifting back to her laugh, the way she’d looked at him before getting in her car.
And apparently… his face was snitching.
“Why you smilin’ like that?”
Cameron looked up to see Trey standing a few lockers down, already half-dressed for practice, eyebrow raised like he knew something. Behind him, D-Block was taping his wrists, glancing over with a slow grin.
“I’m not smiling,” Cameron said automatically.
Trey scoffed. “Nigga, yes you are. You been cheesin’ since you walked in here.”
D-Block laughed under his breath. “I clocked it too. He ain’t even say what’s up yet.”
Cameron grabbed his towel, shaking his head. “Y’all bored. Worry about y’all reps.”
Trey stepped closer, leaning on the locker beside him. “Nah, nah. This ain’t boredom. This that… girl look.”
D-Block nodded. “Facts. Same one you had last semester.”
Cameron froze for half a second.
Trey’s grin widened. “Here you go cheesin’ again, nigga. Was it y/n again?”
Cam rolled his eyes hard. “Here we go.”
“Don’t ‘here we go’ me,” Trey said, laughing. “You sit next to her in math, right? Brown skin. Funny as hell. Always got you whisperin’ instead of payin’ attention.”
D-Block snapped his fingers. “The one that be passin’ you notes?”
Cameron exhaled, running a hand over his face. “Y’all do too much.”
“That’s a yes,” Trey said immediately. “I knew it.”
D-Block smirked. “QB down bad.”
“I’m not down bad,” Cameron shot back. “I just—” He stopped himself, jaw tightening.
Just what?
Just thinking about her too much.
Just replaying a five-minute conversation like it meant something.
Just imagining things he wasn’t ready for.
Trey laughed when Cam went quiet. “Yeah. You cooked.”
Cameron grabbed his helmet, standing up. “Man, let’s just go. Coach gon’ have us run if we late.”
As they headed toward the field, Trey bumped his shoulder. “I ain’t mad at it though. She different. I can tell.”
D-Block added, “Just don’t let it mess with your head out there.”
Cameron nodded, even though his head was already messed up.
Because the truth was—every time he closed his eyes lately, it wasn’t plays or routes he saw.
It was her.
Her smile.
Her voice.
And the feeling that this wasn’t just another girl he’d forget by next season.
Cameron isn't the type of guy to control how you dress/present yourself. He expects the people around you to act accordingly in order for you to feel safe enough to dress the way you want. He truly doesn't mind if you're wearing a mini skirt or a short dress, he's walking in the room with his arm looped around yours and that's enough of a sign to make the other men around him back off.
Before the two of you even started dating, he basically interviewed your friends to learn even more about you. He wanted to gauge what you'd want as a first date, how your relationship was with your family, your likes and dislikes, etc.
Your relationship is a lot more fast paced than the average relationship, and he loves it (it's because of his own doing anyway). He said I love you a month into your relationship, and this concerned your friends as they believed he might've been love bombing you. You met his family a week after that and to say you were scared was an understatement.
what would his family think of you meeting them so early on? Would they see you as another temporary thing? Thousands upon thousands of worrisome thoughts invaded your mind, but Cameron quickly silenced them. It was almost as if you were dating a 6 ft bottle of Valium just from how quickly he could calm your anxieties.
"They'll love you, baby, jus' look at me", he said as he kept a large hand on your thigh, gently stroking the skin peeking from underneath your skirt. "I've never done this with another girl before, I promise you that. They'll know you're special. My special girl" he murmured as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your temple, his other hand cupping the supple flesh of your cheek.
He trusts you around other men because he knows you're all about him, he's incredibly confident. However, he's had his moments where he couldn't be more annoyed at the sight of another man simply looking at you. His mentor, Isaiah, definitely doesn't make his flashes any better. Cameron confides in him about feeling unnecessarily angry when he sees other men look at you, because to him, they're planning on taking you away from him. The mere thought of other men thinking of or god help them treating you as if you're nothing but a piece of meat meant to be played with, makes his blood boil.
Instead of simply putting an end to Cameron's insecurities, Isaiah decides to add fuel to the fire.
"Oh no, man. no no no there's nothing wrong with wanting to...protect her. Because this right here? The thing you want so badly comes with people, men, trying to take away what you have. Whether that be your rank, your jersey, or your family. Don't let them. I know I wouldn't." He then punctuates his monologue with a strong pat on Cameron's back, knowing he just made things a bit worse.
Even though it isn't unusual for people in relationships to have each others locations, it's a non negotiable for him. He starts panicking when your location disappears for even a second. He's not worried about you cheating but just wants to make sure he has your location just in case there's an emergency. He wants to be able to get to you in time.
He needs you at all of his games. He swears his performance improves when he knows you're there, when he feels your presence in the stands. If he's ever asked a stupid question during a press conference, he keeps a level head knowing that you're watching. He knows that you'll be there to comfort him and make everything feel better again.
After a lengthy day of training, he wants nothing more than to lay his head on your lap and circle his arms around your waist. The feeling of your fingers stroking his hair lulling him into a much deserved slumber.
spends nearly an hour stroking your hair out of your face, cupping your cheeks and cooing sweet words at your flushed face. "you're so beautiful baby, yeah you are. Can't believe you're mine sometimes" he says with a small smile, a sigh leaving his lips before he continues, "You-you're it for me. You're everything to me, baby. Everything."
- Cameron can get overwhelmed quite easily, and it’s nothing you don’t understand. He loves his family but their constant reminders of “your dad would’ve wanted this” never fails to irritate him. Because it was never just his dream, was it? It was something his father always pushed onto him when all he wanted was a proper childhood.
- but that’s where you come in. You’re his ultimate comfort, his weakness, and everyone around him knows that.
- he sinks down to his knees before winding his burly arms around your waist, planting his head onto your belly. You run your fingers through his hair while listening to him murmur, worry swimming in your eyes, “jus’ wouldn’t know what to do without you, baby. Dont wanna think about that.” “Just need you. That’s it. Just us.”
- he needs you at all of his games and gets deeply upset if you can’t make it because of school or work. He doesn’t hesitate in coming to you with this issue. Why do you even need to work? You know he can take care of you and that he wants to. There’s no chance you actually enjoy working there.
- Cameron really wants to have kids with you one day, but he’s not exactly careful about it either. The amount of times he’s had his cum dripping out of you, your cheeks flushed and forehead slick with sweat is enough for him to be considered irresponsible but he doesn’t care.
- you not wanting kids would definitely be a deal breaker for him, but he’d talk it out with you first. If you don’t want kids because you’re scared of the pain, then the two of you can adopt! He’ll offer thousands of solutions to your worries. He really wants this.
- he has outbursts during training due to the immense pressure he’s getting from all angles of his life. His brother constantly nagging him and the commentators doubting his performance. This results in his agent calling you to come and calm him down. Cameron feels really remorseful about the fact that you always have to come and “save” him but he can’t help that he immediately calms down at the sight of you.
- he can’t stay mad at you for more than a minute. The two of you could be arguing over him wanting you to quit your job again, but he’d take one glance at your wobbly lips and teary eyes and immediately get his act together.
- “oh baby, cmon I’m sorry. C’mere, shh y’know I’m sorry. We’ll take about it later”. This is basically him.
- Cameron wants to be as close as possible when he’s fucking you. It doesn’t matter if he’s got you in doggy, he’ll lean down and press his chest flush against your back. Sometimes you feel like he’s trying to find a way to get into your skin and sleep there from how clingy he can get. The only time he’ll give you space to breathe is when he’s looking down at your pussy swallowing his fat cock, a creamy ring of cum coating him. Your legs are slung over his broad shoulders, his fingers are digging into the meat of your thighs and he’s giving you short, deep strokes, making you keep eye contact w him through it all.
- “cmon baby look at me. Yeahhh just like that, jus. like. fuckin’. that.” His sharp thrusts punctuating his words.
- He definitely talks you through it I mean cmon now.
- “is that it baby? Yeah, right there? I know whatchu need, baby. Daddy knows what you need.”
Summary: You have to confront the truth of being Camerons side, and make him decide if keeping you a secert is enough or will you ever be more.
Content warnings: Angst, Cheating, Brief mentions of sex but nothing graphic
Word Count: 1.8K
This was not how you were supposed to be spending your Friday night.
You knew that but it didn't stop you from falling down the social media rabbit hole which was Cameron and his girlfriend's instagram feed.
It was the day of their 2 year anniversary, and you sat in your apartment scrolling their celebration posts.
Black out curtains drawn as you laid on your couch covered in one of Cameron's hoodies. Salty tears threaten to spill from your eyes and you swipe on the photo dump he posted.
“2 years and counting spent with the love of my life”
Pictures of them celebrating at a nice restaurant. Her hand in his, and then more taken throughout the year. Them at events, his games, at home, on dates. It made you sick, you knew what your relationship was with him but that didn't soothe you any.
You and Cameron were friends way before he even met her. Long before his fame as the Saviours quarterback. Before his polished image and his name meant something to strangers. You knew the version of him from college that had no money and big dreams. That was what hurt most, you knew him longer but still managed to come in second.
You guys had the kind of relationship that others didn't understand. People who didn't know you would have thought you dated but it was never like that. Just friends that were too close.
You and him had your own relationships that never lasted. Cameron talked to these pretty girls you didn't pay any mind, and he tried to scare away the boys you looked to find normalcy in. When those ended you and him would have each other's backs.
The kisses were quiet at first, almost like they were accidents that neither of you wanted to apologize for. It was too intimate to just be called friendship but too uncertain to be anything else.
There were conversations of what you guys were but Cameron would just say, “You're my person, That's enough right?” or “I don’t see why we have to label anything we know what we have.”
While that would settle you for a bit, it still wasn't enough. Yeah, you and him had an understanding of each other like no one else but would that be all you were to him?
You lived completely different lives, You worked a nice office job at a company that not many people knew about and he was a football star that did photoshoots with GQ. Your friend groups were completely separate. He never introduced you to any of his teammates and he never met any of your friends. They knew of him in passing, that he was a good friend from college that you messed around with from time to time.
Since the fame his life was never really his own. Cameron was managed 24/7 by a team who were paid solely to make sure he was received well in the public eye. So imagine how you felt when he said he was being set up with some actress for “PR.” He claimed that his team thought it would be good for the public to see him in a relationship.
Then to your surprise they actually kick it off and a year later are moved in together. To everyone Cameron and her were building a life that looked picture perfect, the internet loved them together.
Her name was Ava, the simple mention of her pissed you off.
Ava was everything you weren't, like Cameron, she was famous, an actress in almost every popular movie that came out this year. For a while it felt like her face was taunting you. She didn't know who you were but you knew her.
Cameron would come to your apartment and complain about their relationship to you. You were always open to hearing him vent but to have to hear about her all the time online and then he mention her name during your alone time with him, that was another nail in the coffin.
There was one thing that she had over you that irked you the most. She had him. She got to claim Cameron as hers in public while you were just something he indulged in only in private. She knew his friends. Shared a home with him, everything you wanted deep down but would never attain.
You weren't sure how the arrangement came to be, but it had become routine for you and Cameron. He would live his life like normal the whole week but come friday night he would be at your doorstep like clockwork.
He’d arrive and would have you spread out on every surface imaginable, whispering how much he loved you and missed you all week. How anything you saw online didn't really mean anything, and it was all just for looks, “You’re what really matters to me baby.”
Reckless for one, prancing around with a famous athlete, what would tabloids say if they found out. Also, selfish of you to be messing with someone you knew was taken. No matter how much he complained of their relationship that didn't make what they had any less significant.
It had to be desperation, You would have never envisioned yourself being comfortable with being nothing more than a secret. But nonetheless you loved him, and from the quiet of your apartment on those 2 days out of the week. It was like he belonged to only you, in a way.
You had been waiting for him longer than usual, Fridays were usually predictable. Cameron was never early, but he was never late either. Tonight though, the hours seemed to drag on, You had sat on the couch watching the light fading from behind the curtains. He was usually here before night fell.
What hurt most was that you were watching him celebrate someone else. You watched him celebrate his anniversary to another woman while you sat there alone. You wanted to be celebrated, not just in private, in front of people just like she was.
Time seemed to blur after that, seeing those post made the hollow feeling in your chest seem greater. Your phone was discarded on the couch somewhere now. You tried to silence your mind in any way, focusing on the hum of traffic outside.
The doorbell pulled you out of your miserable state. You sighed, knowing who it was. At first you didn’t move hoping by some miracle he would leave and you could rot further into your couch.
He knocked and then came a call from your phone that you declined as quick as it popped up. The shuffling behind the door stopped after a minute. You released a breath you weren't meaning to hold.
He had left.
That was what you thought before you heard the lock turn and the front door open. “You should get rid of the key under the welcome mat if you want to be left alone that badly” You heard his voice as he moved closer into the living room.
You tried your best to camouflage into the cushion of the couch hoping by chance he’d miss you.
Cameon cut the lights on causing you to wince and cover your eyes with your hands, a slight headache already there from you crying not too long ago.
“Why are you in the dark?” He asked as he examined your form on the couch. Covered in his hoodie and shorts that didn't cover much.
You didn't reply or look at him, you heard plastic ruffle and you peeked from behind your hands, he had set flowers down on the coffee table.
Your favorites, the same ones he would bring every weekend to try and make you feel better for not being able to show up fully like he wanted too.
There was still a small part of your heart that softened at the sight of them, and the effort behind them. You hated how easily he could make you forget the hurt you were feeling when he was the cause of it.
You finally looked up at him, carefully, not trying to give anything away.
His face softened as he looked at you, he stepped closer, He knew that you saw the posts, you always saw them.
He moved to sit next to you on the couch, “Come here, I hate when you look at me like that.”
For the first time in a long time you didn't move to him. It was always so easy, He’d get to live his life and then come to you. And you always welcomed him with open arms like everything was fine.
“How was dinner?” You asked your voice flat, not too sharp, just empty.
“Boring.” He said dismissively, You could tell he was already over the topic, not wanting to discuss his night.
He shifted closer, you could feel his body heat as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap, you stiffened for a second but gave in, straddling his lap.
“We good?” He asked, searching your face for anything.
You weren't, but you stayed. You always did.
For a moment you paused, your fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt. “What if I started seeing someone?” You asked casually, like it was a thought that had just come to you.
His jaw clenched, “Y/n please dont start with that shit.”
“What? You get to have a whole public relationship, it's only fair I get one too.”
Cameron’s hands tightened around your waist. Almost as if to make sure you wouldn't get away. You could tell the idea made him uneasy.
“Thats not the same and you know it.”
“I don't see how it's not,” You sighed frustrated, “I want to be wanted out loud too.”
“What’s two days out of the week, Cameron?” You asked him genuinely. He couldn't think that this arrangement would last forever. You wanted more but it didn't seem like he could give that to you.
“Im trying to make it work,” He shifted beneath you, his hands loosening at your waist.
“You’re making it work for you,” You corrected, “You get this full life with her and I'm just something that you fit into your schedule at the last minute.”
You watched him think of what to say, try and find the perfect words to get you to stay like usual. “You should go.”
You said quietly as you slid off his lap needing space between you before he could pull you back in.
“So you're icing me out now,” His brows knit together, “You knew what this was from the start.”
“Yeah, I thought I’d be okay with this but I'm tired ” You say avoiding his eyes.
“I never said I'd leave her.” He replied, his voice firm.
“No,” You shook your head, “But you let me believe you might.”
Silence stretched between the two of you. He watched you for a long moment, weighing his next move.
Finally, he said, “This doesn't end things.”
You met his eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. “That depends on you.”
For once, he didn't feel like the power was entirely in his hands.
Summary: When jealousy forces you and Cameron to say things you’ve been avoiding.
WC: 1.1k
Authors notes: I’ve been so unmotivated lately, I haven’t posted in too long I needed to get back too it😭, this doesn’t feel like my best work but I hope yall like it…..More fics coming soon 🫶🏾
Inspired by: Masc - Doja Cat & Teezo Touchdown
It started online like everything usually does, likes and reposts back and forth and before you knew it you were bumping into him at an after party and from there on, Cameron decided you were his.
Texts and phone calls turned to sleepovers at his place. It was easy with him. Cameron had this pull that no one could resist.
And that was the problem.
You fell for him so quickly that there was no way to try and stop your feelings from progressing. You could pretend all you wanted because it was easy. Labels were messy, and everything you did was public and public relationships rarely lasted.
Acting like a “couple” behind closed doors but strangers in public. You had keys to each other's apartment, slept and cooked meals together like you were married.
But till….No label.
You wanted the titles and the freedom of not having to hide a relationship, but didn't want all of your business on social media for everyone to pick your relationship apart.
Petty fights over jealousy were almost constant. Despite his reluctance to be exclusive he wanted everyone to know you belonged to somebody…HIM.
Currently out with your friends and your phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Messages from Cameron getting increasingly more irritated about where you were and with who. you rolled your eyes shutting your phone off.
By the time you got into your apartment he was already there waiting on you. His elbow resting on his knees as he sat on the couch.
His head snapped up as he looked in your direction.
“You turned your phone off on me?” he said, his voice low but hot.
“Why are you here right now?” You answer his question for another one, Your tone flat as you walk towards your bedroom to get out of these clothes.
“Dont do that,” He shook his head, “Who were you with?” He asked as he stood from the couch, his frame following yours into your room.
“I was out, I don't see why I have to give you a play-by-play of what im doing, im single remember so what I was doing and with who, isn't your business.” You shot back.
“You love throwing that “Single” shit around in my face” He laughed humorlessly.
“Because it's true” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “You don't want a title, you just want the privileges and it's starting to piss me off."
“Thats what you think this is?”
“You tell me,” You said, trying to tone down how irritated you really were that you were even having this conversation, “You show up at my place and you're interrogating me on where I've been and with who.”
“We’re not serious Cameron, this is just sex, I thought that’s what this was, right?.”
“You don’t act like it's just sex.” He stepped closer to you, his eyes sharp.
“Well neither do you,” You fired back, “but you're not locking anything down so what is this?” You tilted your head.
“We're both too grown to be playing House Cam.”
His nose flared, You could tell you were getting under his skin, but you were over it.
“And im not about to have a nigga who’s not even mine blowing my phone up about where I am.”.
.
Cameron shook his head in disbelief, he could believe you were downplaying all that you were.
“Your acting like half of your clothes aren't taking over my closet, And your shit isn't all over my bathroom, or that you don't sleep better when I'm next to you.” He huffed, he laughed but he wasn't amused.
“Convienece doesn't make you mine.”
His jaw tightened.
“It doesn't make you single either,” He snapped.
“If it was just sex we wouldn't be standing in your apartment arguing about labels that I didn't even think we needed to discuss.” He said quieter, like he was trying to calm himself.
He dragged a hand across his face, gathering himself thinking what to say.
“I didn't think to bring it up because I thought….you just knew.” He said his voice was softer. “I thought we were on the same page.”
“We’re not.” You said, your voice not as sharp as before.
Cameron looked at you, like really looked at you. He was trying to be vulnerable and that wasn't always his strong suit.
You felt naked under his gaze. You had to look away, if you looked at him too long you’d forget why you were even upset in the first place.
“I dont want to feel like im begging you to want me,” You whispered.
His whole face shifted, he stepped closer, his hands reaching out to you pulling you closer to him.
“Ive never wanted anyone like I want you. I don't want to make you feel like I'm not in this, because I am.”
“I guess I thought showing it was enough.” He murmured. “I didn't even think to say it out loud.”
“Well you do,” You said softly. “Without words, everything else is confusing.”
“Ive never really done labels, it never really mattered to me , I thought if the feeling was there then that was enough,” He continued his hands caressing your sides softly as he spoke.
“But it matters to you, and I want this to work.” He leaned a little closer, “So if putting it to words is what you need to feel secure…I can do that,”
“I want to do that.” He clarified. “Because I want you. And I'm choosing you out loud this time.”
The words settled between the two of you, The words you had been waiting for. There was no room for confusion anymore.
You studied his face for a moment, then quietly you asked, “You’re not just saying that because it's what I want to hear….right.”
His expression shifted, and without hesitation he replied, “No, I'm saying it because I mean it, having no labels was just easier I guess, but I want you fully, title and everything.”
You exhaled, a smile breaking across your face. “Okay.”
Then your head tilted teasingly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “You know that this doesn't count though right? I still want the whole girlfriend proposal with the rose petals and candles. The works you know?”
He huffed out a laugh as he hugged your waist tighter, “You don’t make it easy do you?”
“You know what you signed up for.” you said a teasing glint in your eyes.
He shook his head, smiling. “Yeah, I do.” A look in his eyes, steady and sure as he pulled you closer into a kiss. It wasn't rushed, it was slow and intentional.
A silent agreement happening between you two. For the first time in a while you were on the same page
hii! could we please get a tyriq fic where he and the reader have been dating for a couple months but are taking it slow and haven’t had sex yet (per readers nervousness and inexperience) and one night when the mood is just right she’s finally ready and he’s just super comforting and caring throughout!
p.s love your work<3
go gentle with you, tyriq withers.
summary: you've been avoiding taking the next step with tyriq for as long as you could, but when he showers you with attention and affection they way he does, you find yourself giving in to his tempts.
pairing: tyriq withers x blackfem!reader
warnings: smut (18+), p in v, oral (fem receiving), a little bit of biting, inexperienced reader, praise kink, hickeys, established relationship, reader overthinks a bit, not proofread!
notes: this was buried in my inbox bc for some reason tumblr only lets me see some asks on desktop 😍😍😍 going to reiterate this is not proofread so sorry for any mistakes !!!!!!
Tyriq always noticed. There was no way you could escape his attentiveness, not when his eyes always found you, even in a room full of others, always searching for you.
That being said, you should've known he'd pick up on the way you pulled away when things got heated soon enough. It's not like you meant to do it, it just became a natural reaction after shying away for so long.
The first time he noticed was just after a couple of weeks of being together. He never wanted to rush you, he told you it was your timing that he was on and that's exactly what he meant.
But when you decided to take a seat on his lap after dinner as he watched the reruns of Fresh Prince, your chest flush against his as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, he couldn't predict your next move.
"You okay?" he rubbed your back, voice as soft as it always was with you.
You nodded. "Missed you."
"Missed me? Baby, we been together all day," he laughed, moving his head away from yours to look at you.
"I know, it's just..." you never finished your sentence, trailing off as you stared at his lips rather than his eyes.
And of course, he noticed. That small hesitation from saying what you really wanted, how much you craved him in a way you hadn't even had yet? He noticed.
But he never said anything, just kissed your cheek and listened to your soft sighs, waiting on you to say something else but you never did.
The next time was a week after that, when he came back home to you after a week away for a gala, one you couldn't accompany him to because of a conflict in your schedules.
He found you sat on your vanity getting ready for bed, a maroon silk robe covering your body, the bare skin of your shoulder peeking through.
You turned at the sound of footsteps outside the door, eyes landing on Tyriq who was already looking at you with a lazy smile.
His body was leaning against doorframe, one hand holding his suit jacket, the other holding his loafers. His tie was loosened and the too three buttons of his dress shirt undone, and there was a light pink blush on his face, from the heat or the events of the day, you didn't know.
"Hi, love," you smiled, placing the eye cream you just applied down on the table.
He pushed off of the frame, dropping the loafers outside of it and tossing the jacket on the floor by the closet door before making his way to you.
He bent down to your seated height, kissing your neck, cheeks, and finally your lips. Your held his face against yours, eyes closed as you relaxed against the feeling on his lips on yours.
He gave you small kisses as he pulled away, your hands finding his shoulders and gently kneading the flesh there.
"I missed you," he spoke as he rested his forehead against yours.
"I miss you too." You wanted to say so much more but decided against it, hoping your silence was enough to fill that gap. And you didn't know it but he did, and it was more than enough for him. When you were ready, he would be too.
When he leaned over to pick you up bridal style, you let him, kissing him slowly as he led you to his bedroom that had slowly become yours too over the months you've been with him.
He laid you on the bed, the material of his clothes sliding easily against the smoothness of your robe.
You held the sides of his face as he kissed you deeper, needier. Your soft moans rang like bells in his ears, his leg slotting between yours as one of his hands held your waist firmly.
Heavy makeouts with groping here and there wasn't new to you both, before this relationship and in it. But you could feel the want radiating off of him, and it was beginning to rub off on you too, both scaring and exciting you.
You noticed his hand leave your waist, about to drag your robe further off your shoulders but before he could you took a hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
"Hey," a nervous smile displayed itself on your face. "You're probably tired, we should call it a night, hm?"
For split second, you thought you saw a hurt expression on his face, though it disappeared almost as quickly as you thought you saw it.
"Yeah, no, you're right," he squeezed your hand gently before letting go, lifting his body off of yours. "I'm go shower and get changed, you don't have to wait up for me."
You thought he was disappointed in you, and it crushed you seeing him walk away from you like that. So many thoughts ran around your head, and you sat for a bit, wondering why you couldn't just give yourself to him the way you wanted, why you were so scared of the idea of intimacy with Tyriq.
After removing your robe and stepping into your pyjamas, you rolled over your side of the bed, laying your busy head down on the pillows.
Your back faced the door so you didn't see Tyriq re-enter the room. You felt him lift the covers up, sliding underneath them before pulling you closer into him by your waist.
All your worries of disappointing him washed away with each kiss he pressed to any part of your skin that he could reach, murmuring a soft goodnight as he held you to him.
The third time, the predicament you currently found yourself in, was after a birthday dinner of a friend's that you both went to.
The two of you were seated next to each other and the whole time, Tyriq had been feeling you up. It wasn't unusual, only this time you were really feeling the effects of his almost teasing antics.
The way his hand squeezed the exposed flesh of your thigh every time he laughed at something someone said, the way you caught sight of his biceps flexing, almost bursting out of the black shirt he wore, the way he'd lean in and ask if you were okay, kissing the corner of your lips... it was all so much.
When everyone was helping clear up after dinner, you took the liberty of collecting everyone's cutlery. As you stood up, your dressed rode up against your thighs. You reached for the hen to pull it down, but your boyfriend beat you to it, his hands pulling on your dress from either side to bring it down to your desired position.
It was in the way his fingers felt so delicate and gentle as they brushed your skin that made you falter, or maybe it was the soft pat he gave your ass after that had you ready to break.
He gave you a smile, a knowing smile before you walked back to the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher with the cutlery and plates, your hands shaking as you tried to compose yourself.
Your friend thanked you for your help and coming to her birthday with a warm hug that temporarily eased your senses as you returned it, before walking back to Tyriq.
Only he wasn't sat at the table anymore but instead leaning his tall body against the wall closest to the front door, your leather trench coat in his arms as he typed at his phone.
He looked up when he felt someone walking towards him, his face softened when his gaze landed on you.
"You ready to go, mama?" he pocketed his phone, opening up your coat for you when you nodded. After he helped you put it on, you both said your goodbyes and you took his hand as he led you to his car.
He opened the door for you as he usually did, before walking around the front to his side after you were seated.
It wasn't a long drive but God, it felt like hours to you. Tyriq glanced down at the way you clenched your thighs together when he stopped at a red light, a small smirk gracing his lips. He knew you way better than you thought, and he found it endearing how oblivious you thought he was.
"You good? Had fun today?" his left hand rubbed the slight stubble on his chin as his right hand held the steering wheel, his eyes on you.
"Yup," you kept it short, looking back at him, some sort of mysterious expression in your eyes.
You lifted a hand to the nape of his neck, your newly done french tips gently scratching at the area.
Tyriq hummed as he melted into your touch. "You keep doin' that and I'ma fall asleep forreal," you laughed when he started to drive again after the green light, leaning over the press a chaste kiss to his neck before turning towards the window, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.
He started to speed up a little then, and in the text ten minutes you found yourself being helped out of the car and into your home.
Tyriq knew what you wanted, but tonight, he was gonna need you to say it. All of this frontin' couldn't be for nothing if you weren't going to let him know how it really was.
He watched you walk slowly up the stairs, your dress riding higher and higher as you stopped and bent down to remove your heels. You looked over your shoulder, noticing his eyes hadn't left your body at all, a smile on your face.
You carried on, allowing your feet to take you up to the bedroom where you began to remove your jewellery.
When you heard the sound of his footsteps up the stairs, you turned with your back to the door to hide the huge smile on your face, heart pounding with anticipation at what was to come.
"So," he crept up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he held your body against him. "You gon' tell me what you want and let me handle it? Or do you still wanna be shy?"
He pushed your mid-back knotless goddess braids over one of your shoulders, trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck on the other side. "What's it gon' be, baby?"
His voice was so husky and low, it turned you on even more, and you found yourself squeezing your legs closed as you stood there with him.
You didn't reply, simply threw your head back against his chest as he bit down gently on your neck, sucking and kisses the hickey he made. "I asked you a question, love. What you want?"
He turned you around, seeing your flushed state for himself. Eyes in a haze all lowered, lips slightly parted... you were fighting it so hard but he wanted you to know that you didn't need to do that anymore.
"I'm scared," you admitted quietly. Tyriq's hands upped your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he look at you intently.
"You ain't gotta be scared. I got you, okay? Just tell me what you want."
You rested your hand against his, almost tearing up as you nodded because of how gentle he was with you. "I want you... please."
"See? That wasn't hard, was it, sweetheart?" he smiled before pressing a kiss to your lips. "I'ma go real gentle with you, you hear me?"
You nodded once again, stepping back when he gestured for you to do so. He pulled down the strap of your dress, watching it drop and poole and your ankles and leaving you in the matching black lingerie set you wore underneath.
"Goddamn," he whispered, twirling you around. "You been hiding all this from me?"
It killed you that you let yourself go this far into the relationship without any intimacy, but it was so worth it.
You hid your face in his chest, shying away from him but he wasn't having any of that. His hand crept up to the back of your neck, gently pulling your face out of his chest. He wasted no time pressing his soft lips to yours, smiling into the kiss when your hand squeezed his bicep.
He took the lead, determined to make this as enjoyable as possible for you. Pulling away from your lips, he kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, to your neck, his hand pressing gently yet firmly into the small of your back, guiding you towards his chest.
Your back arched when his teeth sunk into your skin, sucking the flesh he held between them briefly before releasing it, kissing over the new hickey you had.
Your breath trembled with every touch he gave you, desperate for more.
"Ty..." you whispered, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.
"Wassup, baby?" he played innocent, like he wasn't dying to have you the way he wanted.
You tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he smiled, dropping his hands from your waist to take it off.
He threw it somewhere on the floor, his hands back on your waist and lips on yours, slowly walking you backwards to the bed. You felt the mattress dip with the weight of both your bodies in the same area, Tyriq's knees on either side of your thighs as he kissed you deeply, sensually.
His body melted into yours, hips slowly grinding into your clothes core making shallow breaths leave your lips. "I got you," he whispered. "Just let go f'me."
It was hard to do anything what with the way his lips left such light kisses on your collarbone, nipping at your skin here and there. When your back arched as he kissed a tender spot on your skin, Tyriq took the opportunity to unclasp your bra, tugging it off your arms.
Face to face with you naked chest, he didn't know how to control himself. He quickly abandoned the marks he was making on your neck in favour of swirling his tongue around your left nipple, his right hand massaging the flesh of the other.
"God," he moaned, mouth full. "I could stay here forever."
The dampness between your legs became wetter and wetter with every inch of attention Tyriq showed your body. "'Riq," you whimpered. "Can you hurry, please?"
"You gotta be patient, baby. You been holdin' out on me, I wanna take my time with you. Make this real special."
You knew you were in for a long night.
When he finally lifted his head up from your chest, you looked down at his work, seeing the trails of where he had sucked and bit, holding back a moan.
He looked at you, lips already a little swollen. "You ready?"
You nodded eagerly, earning a small laugh from him.
Tyriq's hands grazed down your body to your thighs, squeezing gently as he readjusted his body. His head was just inches away from your clothed pussy, his hands wrapped around your thighs. Slowly, he pulled your panties off of your hips, tapping your thigh when he wanted you to lift up.
You saw the way his lips parted once he set his gaze on your folds, his fingers immediately reaching out to drag up and down.
You shivered at the contact and the contrast between his cold fingers and your warm pussy, but you welcomed him in nonetheless.
"Shitttt," he mumbled. "This what you been hiding?" He asked you a question but didn't wait for an answer, spreading his hand out so his thumb was right on top of your clit, rubbing your juices all over.
Moaning, you let your body fall back onto the mattress your chest heaving a little faster than it was before. With no warning, you felt Tyriq's tongue lick up to your clit, his hands gripping your thighs that threatened to close around his head. Not that he would've complained.
"Oh, God." He'd made jokes to you before in passing about how he could 'eat it', but you should've known better than to doubt his words. Part of you thought it was just your lack of experience in the sexual department, but no, he really was just that good.
Tyriq knew just where and when to apply the correct pressure to as he ate you out, French kissing your clit whilst you squirmed underneath him, legs already shaking.
"That's it baby, lemme hear you," he praised you when you didn't hold back a moan as he slid two fingers in carefully, prepping you just enough so that it didn't hurt you. He thrusted in and out of you at a slow pace, yet you felt the weight of his actions in full.
From the sloppy sounds of his mouth devouring you to your whines, the room was anything but quiet. Tyriq could feel himself growing harder at every little sound you released, wanting nothing more than to be inside you already but only after he made sure you finished.
His fingers suddenly curled up a little inside you, and your back arched off of the bed. "Fuck, oh my God, Tyriq," your eyes rolled back as you mumbled random words, his name mixed along them.
"Yeah?" He kissed your clit as he looked up at you briefly before smirking, going back to his work.
"Shit, just like that, baby, don't stop."
"i won't, mama, don't worry 'bout that." Stopping right now was the last thing on his mind. If it wasn't the sounds you let out that was spurring him on, then it was definitely the look on your face. Your brows furrowed together, eyes screwed tight when they weren't rolling at the back of your head, lips parted as you let out small pants the closer he brought you to your orgasm... he wanted to savour it all.
You didn't let him not when you were about to cum, but he felt it in the way your thighs jerked, squeezing around his head whilst he fucked you with his fingers, his tongue flicking your clit.
Your hand that held the back of his head unintentionally pushed him further into your pussy as you came with a loud groan, cursing when his fingers slowed down, completely coated in your cum.
Tyriq pulled his head away with a smile, and when you looked down, chest heaving, you noticed the lower half of his face covered in everything you. He looked back at you with a hazy smile before ducking back down, cleaning you, and him, off with his tongue. Your hips jerked when his tongue lightly grazed your clit, already feeling aroused again.
"See? You did good baby, ain't nothin' to be scared of." He spoke against your lips when he lifted himself back up to you, and when he kissed you, the taste of your own orgasm on his mouth did something indescribable in your mind.
Your wands wandered down his body as you kissed, snapping the elastic of the boxers he wore. He smiled, pushing off of you to grab a condom from the bedside drawers.
When he took his boxers off, your eyes stayed glued to his dick, missing the smirk he gave you, too busy oogling his size and length. It wasn't until he ripped the condom packet open and walked towards you that you finally lifted your eyes, sitting up.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked you. Though it was a sweet gesture, you gave him a look that said 'you literally just ate me out, let's not joke around', and as if he completely understood what it translated, he chuckled before rolling the condom onto himself.
"Lay back f'me, ma," he instructed, situating himself between your legs. You did as told, making yourself comfortable whilst he hovered above you, his gold chain dangling in your face.
He gave you a kiss, softer than the last couple of kisses he'd given you, like he was reassuring you through it. "Let me know if you want to stop, okay?" You nodded. "I need t'hear you say yes, baby,"
"Yes, I'll tell you." You felt small in that moment, though his actions were making you feel everything but that. This wasn't your first time having sex, but it was your first time in a long time and your first time with Tyriq.
"Hey," his hand cupped your cheek. "You with me?"
You nodded, placing your hand on top of his and smiling. He nodded too, before he reached down to align himself against your entrance.
The first push in was slow, testing the waters. His eyes traced around your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. He was such a sweetheart and the realisation that he could ruin you like this was killing you, you really should've given in to the urges sooner.
"This okay?" he stilled his hips when he was halfway inside you, easing the pain of not being stretched like this in a while.
"It's okay, Ty, you can move," your nails dug into his shoulder when his hips pulled back, thrusting out briefly before pushing back in, picking up the pace a little.
The heels of your feet clung onto his hips as you pulled him closer to you, feeling every inch of his body against and inside you.
"Shit," he groaned, your walls clenching against him just right. It was just so much for the both of you, the way your bodies learnt to be in sync with one another during the whole ordeal.
His hips snapped against yours, digging you out so well he had your head rolling back against the pillows.
"You're doin' so well, baby. Gonna take it all, yeah?"
You nodded, afraid he wouldn't even understand you through the whines you were letting out.
"That's my girl," his words had you dripping and he knew it, smiling at the way you looked under him, all flustered.
You unintentionally clenched around his dick again and this time his hips faltered. You looked up just in time to see his eyes flutter at the feeling, which only had you even more of a moaning mess.
Tyriq hiked your leg further up his hip, making it easier for him to dig you out deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you groaned when he reached a new spot inside you, his dick angled like it was curving up. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, sure enough to leave a mark or maybe a bruise. Tyriq shuddered, moving his face so that it rested in the space between your neck and shoulder.
He left more hickeys, going over the ones he'd made earlier, all while you cradled his head.
This was so much more different than anything you'd ever experienced before. And the way he was so attentive to your body? It had you on the edge of tears.
"That feel good?" he asked after you almost screamed when he pushed your thighs back against your stomach, his hips slamming into you.
"Shittttt, yes it does─── I'm close, baby, don't stop..." It seemed those were the only words you could think of as he undid you, with no plans to stop.
"Get your nut, baby," His way of speaking so dirty yet so gentle to you had a hand in you orgasming so fast, he knew just how to work you.
You came hard and fast, coating the condom with your juices. Tyriq slowed down to help you ride out your high, holding you close to him as you whimpered, a few tears leaving your eyes because it felt that good.
Successfully having made you finish first yet again, your nails scratched the nape of his neck as he looked at you, his hips picking the pace up again.
"Stop lookin' at me like that," He grunted, his hips jerking into yours.
"Like what?" your hand held his jaw, pushing his gaze back to you when he looked away. He took one look at you and his hips stilled as he came, your hands caressed his face as he felt him fill up the condom inside you.
"Aw, shit," he groaned, letting his body fall on top of yours. "I told you not to look at me like that."
"I wasn't looking at you like anything," you smiled giddily whilst he left a single kiss on your neck.
"Mhm."
Not too bad for your first time together, and you knew that from there, it would be anything but the last time.
Warnings: Fluff. not really any, a little kissing and touching but that’s all
Wc: 966
Authors note: Something short bc it’s taking me so long to write anything…..still need to proof-read🤦🏾♀️
You felt soft nudges on the side of your head, slowly pulling you out of your sleep. At first you tried to ignore it, letting out a sigh before trying to bury yourself into the warm chest behind you. But the nudging kept going. It was gentle and persistent.
“Baby-” A voice murmured, low and raspy from sleep. “You gonna sleep all day?”
Your eyes opened for a second before immediately closing again, the room still mostly dark. It was early morning, light had just begun to peek through the curtains of your shared bedroom.
“Wh-what time is it?” You asked in a low voice. As you nudge the side of your face into his arm that was under your head. The other wrapped around your shoulder as he placed soft peck onto the side of your face and jaw.
“Almost 6” Tyriq hummed into your cheek.
You groaned, “Then why are you awake?”
“I'm hungry, will you make me something?” He said softly and hopefully. Not knowing how’d you react to his request this early in the morning.
That made your eyes open to turn and side eye him. “You woke me up because you're hungry.”
“You're making it seem like it's a bad thing” He grinned resting his his on your shoulder.
“Because it is.” You muttered, snuggling back into the warm bedsheets, just wanting to drift back to sleep.
“Baby please.”He whined into your neck, nudging you with his nose.
“Go make cereal” you sigh.
“It’ll taste better if you make it” His voice is low and pitiful. “Your food always tastes better.”
You roll over out of his arms, face in the pillow and sigh before turning your head to face him, cracking one eye open. He looked like a sad puppy, His lips pouty and eyes full of sleep. All you could do was laugh, putting your head back on the pillow, preparing yourself to get up.
“You’re ridiculous” You say not being able to help the smile forming on your lips.
“Im taking that as a yes?” He grins, leaning over to peck you on the side of your mouth.
“You're lucky I love you” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. “and your not just gonna watch me your helping too”
“Yes ma’am” He sighs.
“Well don't get too excited" You laughed as you rose from the bed stretching and sliding your slippers on before heading to the bathroom.
Tyriq shuffled in behind you only in sweatpants, hair messy. You both brushed your teeth next to each other in silence. Glancing at each other in the mirror playfully every now and then.
After leaving the bathroom. You both headed into the kitchen. You took ingredients out of the fridge, eggs, bacon, and pancake mix. You set everything on the counter and got to work.
Tyriq wasn't much help, He wasn't the cook in the relationship. He hovered around you, offering to stir every now and then but he mainly just got in the way. Half of the time he was standing behind you, arms around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder. He said silly things in your ear to make you laugh and distract you.
“You sure you don't need me to flip something?” He asked voice low as his fingers brushed along the sides of your waist.
“The only thing you're flipping is my patience” You gave him a playful look over your shoulder. You were trying to focus on the pan but it was hard with how he was touching you.
“I'm sorry, I can't help it” He apologizes, applying an open mouthed kiss to your neck.
You sighed at the feeling, he always knew what spots you loved most.
He sucked the spot, making a soft moan fall from your lips. He placed a peck on the spot before moving away from you.
“Wait, come back, that's not fair.” you tried to sound annoyed but your voice came out way softer. You missed his touch the minute it was gone.
He leans against the counter next to you. “What? I'm trying to behave. I dont wanna distract you” He says his voice low and satisfied.
You threw him a look, half flustered and amused. “Your definition of behaving needs some work”
A few quiet moments passed as you finished up the food, cutting off the stove and plating everything before heading to the island to eat.
You sat next to tyriq on a stool. He grabbed the side of the stool pulling it closer so your legs were bumping into each other. “Do you need me this close?” you say, faking an annoyed tone.
“Definitly” he replied quickly, matter of fact.
All you could do is laugh. You both started eating, enjoying the comfortable silence in the kitchen besides the soft clinks of forks.
“Thanks baby, this is so good” He says between bites.
“Your welcome” you replied casually even though the praise made you chest flutter.
“See I told you your food is always tastes better”
“you ‘re just saying that because you didn't have to cook it, you reply rolling your eyes.”
“Maybe” he shrugs, “But it's still true.”
You shake your head, finishing the last bite on your plate. You stand up from the stool.
“Okay, Have fun”
“Have fun with what?” He asks, confused.
“The dishes.” You answer grinning at him. You pat his shoulder kissing his cheek, before heading back to the room to go back to sleep.
“I guess that's fair” He sighed watching you walk away with a slight smile on his face. He finished his food before tackling the monster that was the mess of dishes in the sink.
He dreaded doing the dishes. The thought then crossed his mind. He should have just stayed in bed…
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