work for it
cameron cade x fem!reader
content warning: i’m feeling kinkyyyy, semi rough mdom, established relationship, restraint play, tit slapping, oral m receiving, pet names; mama, baby and daddy, reader is a tease and a bitch, squirting, and unprotected sex.
author’s note: what can i say? i’ve been smoking the cade cart too much and now i’m addicted. in this fic he’s top qb and you make it your mission to keep him on edge with your mouth wink wink.
“turn around. hands behind your back.” cameron mutters softly as he slides his dark brown leather belt off his dress pants. deep voice smooth like warm honey. you follow his orders, spinning on your heel and turning your back to him, fingers interlocking each other as you feel him loop the belt around your wrists.
“too tight?” he tilts his head down to your ear, nose brushing against the lobe. “not tight enough.” you turn to look him in the eye. you feel the leather tighten enough to keep you from breaking free. “perfect.” you exhale, heart beating out of your chest knowing you’re about to lose your ability to think clearly for a minute.
the night went well. it was the celebration of cameron’s third ring, everything seemed to fall into place despite his rule of two weeks of no sex before games so he could “focus.”
you kept your poise, smiling as fans and supporters of him praise his performance, he’d keep an arm around your waist keeping you close. you let him focus on his lifestyle out of your household, but once he won his little game and those two weeks were up, all you could think about was how he tastes, the way his mouth falls open when he cums, how big his hands are compared to yours. that was the only thing you could do sitting in a vip lounge bored out of your mind. he’d ask if you were okay after watching you zone out five times in an hour, thighs pressed together, chewing on your bottom lip, fingers fidgeting at the bottom of your short vintage versace dress.
“no. i’m horny.” you pout, lifting your head to his, bumping your nose against his cheek. “it’s been fourteen days, eighteen hours, nine minutes, sixty three seconds and…i’m aching for you.” exhaling with a sigh you trail your hand up his thigh and over his growing bulge.
cameron gives you a stern look, eyebrows twisted together, looking down at your hand and back at you giving you a warning to relax. you giggle and remove your hand. “you’ve been counting the days since we fucked?” he deadpans.
“you haven’t?” you bite. “you don’t want to fuck me anymore? just say it.”
“watch your mouth.” he holds you tighter than before. clenching his jaw. you look away from his gaze, his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face. “don’t be a fucking brat, especially in public.”
clearly being a brat worked cause minutes later you were dragged out of the section, thrown into the back of a car and now you’re half naked, tied up, and ready to get fucked.
“don’t let me catch you slipping out of this.” he pulls at the belt to make sure you won’t slip out of them any time soon.
“look at you, just heels and panties. you think you deserve to get fucked after coming at me tonight?” he mewls as he grabs your waist and turns you to look at him, a hand under your chin to tilt your head up.
“it was just one time-“ you try to explain, but you’re interrupted by him grabbing your face and pushing your cheeks into your mouth.
“it should’ve been zero.” he releases you from his grasp and walks to the fresh loveseat in the corner of your living room. “you wanna apologize? do it properly.” he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just until his dick slips out.
“daddy.” you coo, mouth instantly watering at the sight of his perfect dick.
“c’mere show me how sorry you are.” he sinks into the seat, shifting to the edge to give you all access in between his legs.
you slowly walk over to him, hips seductively switching from side to side, heels clicking onto the freshly polished hardwood floor. you give him a small spin and a big smile, pushing that button a little further.
“you’re just so cute ain’t you.” he strokes himself as he watches you. “only for you.” you finally make your way to him and sink to the floor onto your knees, tongue sticking out of your mouth and right under his tip, barely touching it.
he grabs the base and tilts his dick from side to side, watching you follow its direction with an open mouth. he finally slaps it onto your tongue and leaves it there to run his hands along on the armrests. you suck him into your mouth, paying attention to the tip, flicking your tongue on the underside.
“don’t be shy. you said you were horny so work for it.”
enough teasing him, you wanted to get fucked. sucking him sloppily, shaking your head to get him down your throat a bit more inch by inch. you hold your head there for a second before lifting off, a string of spit connecting from the tip and your lips. “i’m sorry, i should’ve been nice to you.” you pant, breathless as tears fall down your cheeks.
cam smacks his lips and cracks a smile. “i don’t believe you. you can suck dick better than this, i’m disappointed.”
“no cam i swear.” you spit on the base and push your lips against it moving up and down. “i’m sorry. i really am.” you leave kisses from his flushed tip down to his balls “push my head down. fuck my face. take control of me please.” you beg with wet lips and big desperate eyes, slipping them into your mouth one by one. you muffle a soft moan as you taste him
a groan leaves his mouth, he couldn’t be mad at you for too long. he grabs you by your hair to tilt your head back; sliding his dick into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. he pulls you back and forth on his dick until spit starts to bubble in the corners of your mouth.
“look so pretty drooling on that dick.” he grunts at the sight of your lips stretched around him, eyes rolled to the back of your head, mascara smudged. you attempt to lift your hands to his thighs to push off of him, totally forgetting they’re tied behind your back. he holds your face down til he practically fills your throat, your nose buried in dark brown hair.
he finally lets you go and you push off his dick, falling off your knees and onto to the floor as you catch your breath.
he gets up from the chair and walks away, leaving you as you pant. “when you’re done acting like you’re finished, bring that sexy ass over here and bend over this couch.” you hear him say as he removes his clothes.
you move like a freshly born deer while struggling to stand up and attempt to take off your heels. “keep em on.” he demands before you could kick one off. “don’t make me repeat myself.”
you nod and walk over to him, leaning over the arm of the couch, dipping one of your knees into the cushion. you look back at him and shake your ass a little, still giving him a bit of tease.
he gives you a harsh smack on your ass “you think this is funny?” you squeak, hips pushing back towards him.
“yeah..” you giggle “your face turns red when you’re irritated. i think it’s cute.”
he rips your panties off your legs and slides in slowly with no struggle. “better not tap out in 2 minutes.” one hand grabbing at the belt, the other pushing your face into the couch pillow to stop you from talking back. he pulls out halfway, then pulls you back to meet him to the hilt.
you moan into the pillow, hands curling into fists as he fucks you rough, deep, and slow.
“you’re so bad and i’m so good to you.” he thrusts harder making you muffle a scream. “i get torn apart by the media, work like a dog, just to come home and hear you talk back to me.” he grabs at your hair and pulls you to his chest, wrapping an arm around your body and grabs a tit, giving your nipple a tight squeeze.
“fuck! i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry.” you cry, desperate moans falling from your lips.
“no you’re not.” he gives both of your tits a stern smack before lifting your leg, hooking his forearm under it fucking you at a completely different angle than ever before.
“cam! wait- wait!” you plea as your tied hands grab at his abs.
“wait wait?” he mocks you, thrusting up into
you faster.
your head falls back into his shoulder, he lifts you off of the ground as he fucks you into an oblivion. toes curling into your designer heels, falling off of your feet with a thud.
“nugh- mmm gonna cum.” you gasp before closing your eyes to concentrate.
“nah.” he pulls out and pushes you over the couch again. your legs shake as he holds you up with one arm under your stomach. “throw that pussy on me.” he orders while running his tip through your folds and pushes in again. you shake your ass to get him fully inside, knees dipping into the couch before lifting your hips and pushing back onto him.
you start slow until you meet a certain pace, feeling him push your cervix with every other thrust. “that’s it baby, work for it. work for that nut.” he pants, deep groans leaving his pretty pink lips, a hand softly trails down your spine making you audibly shudder in between moans. “fuck you’re making a mess baby girl.” he watches as you get creamier around him with each thrust.
“i’ll be good.” you slur, placing your head on the arm of the couch to look at him again. “i won’t talk- ah talk back! i promise just let me cum.” sniffling as tears fall down your cheeks once more.
“you asking or telling me?” cameron snaps with a harsh smack to your ass, hips touching your ass with a few thrusts. “asking! please can i cum daddy?” the words fall from your mouth in one breath. legs shaking as you sloppily fuck yourself onto him.
“mhm cum for me baby.”
you fall apart almost instantly, sobs and moans, eyes shut as you see stars, nails digging into your palms as you tighten around him.
cameron leans into your limp body, his hot sweaty chest pressed onto your back once more. “that’s it mama. shhh i got you.”
you feel him untie your hands as you tremble and clench around his dick. he pulls out and flips you onto your back, large hands grabbing your sore wrists and giving both light kisses. “gonna keep your promise?” his once dark eyes look into yours with hunger and desire, just waiting for your response.
you nod and caress his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss. “i’ll be nice.”
“good girl.” he gives two sloppy kisses. “now spread your legs i’m not done with you.”
you spread your legs instantly and bite your lip. “cameron?” your fingers going up to graze his broad shoulders.
“yeah?” he responds while looking down as he pushes back in.
“i love you.”
he smiles and thrusts into you knocking the wind out of your lungs. “i love you too.” he pulls out. “even when you’re mean to me.” he slides in and fucks you slowly, head dipping down to suck on that sensitive part on your neck.
“oh my god cam.” your hands find their way to his waist, digging your nails into his hipbones. “i know baby. i know.” he switches down to suck your nipples. you hold on to any part of his body you can grab, his arms, waist, back, rib cage, the back of his head to scratch at his scalp a little.
he fucks you deeper into the couch, nearly creating a you shaped dip into it. you grab the sides of his face and look into his eyes as he pounds into you. “so good- feels so good.” his hands slide under your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest, looking down he watches as your pussy hugs his dick with a sheer white coat. “shit you sucking me in so deep mama.” he looks back up at you and brings a thumb up to your clit, rubbing small circles on it.
your mouth falls open as your eyes flutter closed, completely forgetting your surroundings, cameron could’ve been fucking you on the edge of a cliff and you wouldn’t care. you didn’t even realize you had been holding your breath until you feel him tap on your cheek. “i know it feels good baby don’t forget to breathe.”
you inhale a deep breath before opening your eyes, exhaling as your hands mindlessly push at his abdomen attempting to make him stop. “cam wait- i’m gonna squirt.” you squeal as he thrusts into you harder until you forcefully push him out, looking down as you squirt on his abs. “mmm don’t hold back make a mess for daddy.” he coos as his thumb rubs you through another orgasm. you grab at his base and guides him back inside earning a loud groan, his pants slowly turn breathless as his thrusts begin to stutter inside you. one last rough push and he pulls out, hand jerking his length and cumming on your clit and pussy lips, holding his face in the crevice of your shoulder he collapses on top of you, still folded in half.
he slowly releases you from his grip, placing your legs on the edge of the couch to keep you from leaking onto it. “you did so good.” he brings his thumb to his lips and sucks the taste of you off of it. sitting next to you on the couch you both take in the heavy silence with deep breaths and slight glances to each other.
“i don’t… i don’t ever want to hear you say that i don’t wanna fuck you anymore again.” he pants as he grabs your hand and gives each finger a kiss. “i said that?” you respond, completely dumbfounded like the exact words didn’t leave your mouth.
“yeah because i do, if i could just drop everything and do it all day everyday i would.”
“yeah me too.” you cuddle up next to him, swinging a leg over his, looking over the messy living room with your clothes, shoes, and squirt scattered all over the floor. “me fucking too.”