A Brain Break
Cameron Cade x black!fem!reader
a/n: first fic of 2026!!! yeah so I watched ‘Him' again this week, and felt *inspired*...like #needthat, real bad lol. and tyriq wasn't under my tree so I worked on a fic instead. I have some longer fic/series ideas swirling around in my head…but a one shot shall do for now. This one is just pure smut, utter filth starring loverboy cam. Hope y’all enjoyyy😗🫶🏾
wc: 2.9k
If anyone was ever looking for Cameron, there were only three places he could be. In the gym or out on the football field, constantly (and at times a bit obsessively) wanting to improve his game. In the library, because contrary to popular belief, the football team’s star athlete actually did care about keeping his grades up. Or, he was with you—more like trying to either crawl into your skin, test your patience, or pry your thighs apart. And in true Cam fashion, all three were permanently on his to-do list.
After paying almost no attention to the lecture you were both in earlier in the day, you invited him over to your apartment to hang out while you got as many assignments as possible done before the weekend. Between the home game he was playing in and the festivities following, the last thing you wanted to worry about was a psych paper due at 11:59 pm.
Before his coach could even call the end of practice, Cameron was already sprinting to the locker room. Practice ended at 8:30, and he was knocking at your door by 9. When you open the door, you’re met with the pleasant sight of your boyfriend—who despite leaning against the doorframe, still towered over you, a dopey smile stretched across his face. You two shamelessly took each other in, his eyes stopping right where his hoodie stopped at the tops of your thighs, your eyes getting stuck somewhere between his green eyes and sharp jawline.
“Got it all in, or should I spin for you?” Cam quips, his grin becoming more of a smirk.
“Now I ain’t say all that, pretty boy,” you hit back, stepping aside to let him in. Once the lock on the door clicks, Cameron sweeps you up by the waist and into his arms, a small shout slipping from your mouth at the sudden movement. Holding you tight against his solid front, the familiar mix of Cam’s cologne and body wash invades your senses as he gets a better look at you.
“You the prettiest to ever pretty, pretty girl,” your boyfriend confidently corrects. Your cheeks instantly heat up at his words, and your lips go straight to his.
“Hi,” you whisper to him, swiping your thumb underneath his lower lip to get rid of your transferred lip gloss.
“Hi, baby,” he whispers back, matching your smile and giving you another kiss, placing you back down on the floor. Cameron then kicks off his sneakers and leaves them by the door. He shrugs the bag holding any and everything school-related higher onto his shoulder and leaves the much larger practice duffel behind.
“These are for you,” your boyfriend offers, holding out a small shopping bag filled with some of your favorite study snacks.
“Thanks,” you softly smile back at him, trying your hardest to ignore the heat rushing back to your cheeks. He knew you well; a bit too well. Refusing to give him anymore of a reaction, you grab his much larger hand and pull him with you to your bedroom. And even though the journey wasn’t even 30 steps, Cam still managed to deliver a quick swat to your ass in the process. He just couldn’t help himself.
You took the bed, nestling right back into the heaping pile of pillows and throw blankets you’d left earlier, while Cam sat at the desk. And surprisingly enough, you two were able to go a whole hour before the books were abandoned. Thankfully, you were able to get some work done before he arrived.
“Have you finished the psych paper yet?” you ask, eyes still locked in on the half-written paper in front of you.
“Yeah, had to get that shit done early,” he huffs, smoothing his hand across the top of his head. He turns away from the desk to fully face you, giving up on the assignment he was working on.
“And you didn’t offer to write mine?” You gasp, feigning hurt at the revelation. Your attention is fully his now, giving your eyes a break from the words that were beginning to run together.
“Little Miss Dean’s List asking me for help?” Cam shoots back, mimicking your reaction—ironic considering he made Dean’s List right alongside you last semester.
“Don’t piss me off,” you mutter, sending a pointed look in his direction. But you couldn’t hold up the irritated facade for long. Not when you could see an almost mischievous smile spreading across your boyfriend’s face, all 32 of his teeth on display as he finds delight in your frustration.
“You know I can make it up to you, though,” he hums, that stupidly hot grin still plastered across his face.
Ignoring the fact that he was sitting in your fuzzy baby pink office chair (which he put together for you), you can’t help but stare at him, leaned back with his legs spread unnecessarily wide, bottom lip between his teeth.
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes at him before turning back to your unfinished paper on the screen.
Without saying anything further, Cameron stands up from your desk, closing the already small distance between you. Kneeling onto the bed beside you, he gently closes your laptop, sliding it onto your bedside table.
“What if I didn’t save that?” you test, making no moves to stop him.
“You always gotta have an answer for everything, don’t you?” He scoffs, shaking his head at your antics. He not so secretly liked it when you were a little bratty.
“Absolutely,” you confidently return, already knowing his next move.
“Girl, c’mere,” he chuckles, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you down from your upright position so that you’re lying flat against the bed. Cam ducks his head down and kisses you.
Instantly, you’re smiling into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him down closer. Your ears fill with the soft smacks of your kisses mixed with Cameron’s airy groans and your own content sighs. His lips dance perfectly with yours, gently taking control over the kiss as you follow his lead.
But even though you let him take control, he was still at your mercy. When your tongue slides against his, softly licking into his mouth, you feel him relax into you, his lips parting for more. Your nails softly drag through the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine and straight into his pants.
He slots one leg in between yours, nudging his knee up just enough to send a jolt through your core. Your lips are clasped around his lower one when a small whimper leaves your lips at the feeling, your hips instinctively bucking upward in search of more.
“You gon’ let me have a taste, baby?” Cam murmurs, voice low, desperate for a taste of the honey pot between your legs. You could feel one of his large calloused hands trailing up your stomach beneath your hoodie. His palm brushes over your pebbled nipples, the roughness of his skin sending shocks through your body. His hand continues upward, stopping at the column of your throat, fingers curling lightly around the area. He could feel your breath hitch, getting more riled up by the second.
“Mhm,” you whimper in response, too engulfed in the flames he’d lit inside you. Your panties were ruined by now, completely drenched in your arousal. And it was only made worse when you could feel your boyfriend’s hold on your throat tighten ever so slightly.
“Uh uh. You know you can speak up any other time. Imma need you to use your words, pretty girl,” he instructs lowly, his green eyes piercing into yours. “Now imma ask you again, am I gonna get a taste of that sweet pussy?”
“Yes! Baby, please,” you sigh, bucking your hips up against his knee for some relief. Like clockwork, his filthy mouth sent shockwaves through your body. A small smirk spreads across his lips, having heard exactly what he wanted from you.
In no time, his fingers are hooked beneath your panties and sleep shorts, tugging them down your thighs and out of sight. He effortlessly pushes you higher onto the bed, claiming his desired spot between your thighs. Before you can even think of a word, his hands are pushing your thighs up and toward your chest. And his mouth is latching right onto you.
“Wait, baby wa-,” you gasp, his tongue already giving you indescribable pleasure. You try to lightly push his head back, unable to keep your moans at bay while you try to pry him away.
“You good?” He asks, his grip on your thighs softening, a little concerned by your sudden switch-up.
“Just wanna try something,” you breathe out, pulling your plump bottom lip between your teeth at the thought.
“Where you want me, mama?” He questions, licking his lips to taste whatever was left of you on them, and his eyes glimmer with curiosity as to what you could possibly want to do.
“I need you up here,” you direct, swinging your leg over him to climb off the bed. “And you can’t keep all them clothes on in my bed,” you pointedly add, sending him into a slight frenzy as he sheds his clothes before lying where you wanted him.
You took a moment to savor the specimen that was lying in your bed, excitedly waiting for your next move. He had on nothing but a gold chain around his neck that never came off, a body that was practically carved by god himself, and a heavy dick resting on his happy trail that made your mouth water. And between your legs, you could feel your slick arousal practically dripping down your thighs. Following your own no-clothes rule, you pull Cam’s stolen hoodie off your body and drop it with the rest of the discarded clothes.
“Shit…you finer than a muhfucka,” Cameron gawks, taking in your completely bare body. The necklace he’d gifted you for your birthday was shining against your chest, right above your milky tits. They sat so full and soft, your darker pebbled nipples just begging to be in his mouth. Every curve of your perfectly soft body is on display. Your body was immediately swarmed with butterflies from his words. Even though he could get quite crude at times, Cam was never afraid to voice his attraction, love, and borderline obsession with you.
Using his muscular thighs for support, you straddle his body reverse cowgirl, spreading your thighs across his chest. As if it were instinctual, Cam delivers a heavy swat to your ass.
“Fat as hell,” he grumbles, in awe, his big hands palming at the plump flesh. “Shake it f’me,” he directs, hands sliding down your thighs to rest on your calves, eagerly anticipating the show. You don’t hesitate to give him a little something. Effortlessly making your ass sway back and forth like it was water. Cam was, without a doubt, enjoying the view. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that you caught his dick jump a bit in response. Between your ass and pussy that was spread and on full display, giving him a perfect view of how drenched you were for him—not to mention, the scent of your arousal clouded him—how could Cam not be excited?
Needing to get his fill, Cam yanks you even closer—you were practically sitting on his face—before diving right into your gooey center. His thick arms wrap around your hips to keep you from running. His tongue skillfully explores you, flattening his tongue against your clit before dragging it up your pussy, stopping halfway to dip inside and prod at your gummy entrance. The most sinful moans spill from your lips. You were so wrapped up in the way his tongue was working you over that you hadn’t even started working on him.
Your cheek rested against his chiseled V-lines with a hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft. For Cam, eating you out was a pleasurable experience in and of itself. Reciprocation was never a requirement. Despite this, though, you couldn’t shake the idea of having your mouth on him while his mouth stayed on you. The only problem was that you slightly underestimated just how good his skills were. You weren’t expecting to have to work up the strength to give him a blowjob. But eventually, you did.
You drag your tongue down his happy trail and through the trimmed hairs at his base, continuing all the way up his shaft until you reach the head, slick with precum. When you give his slit the smallest kitten licks, his arms tighten around you, and a string of deep groans vibrates through your center. Pursing your lips around the swollen head, you hollow your cheeks, and you suckle on him. Slowly, you take him into your mouth—inch by inch. Cam had a vivid image of you in his head, practically unhinging your jaw to take his dick. You had a big mouth—just not for his dick, apparently.
Warm and wet. Those were the only two words floating around in his head. Both apply to your pussy and mouth. You manage to take all of him inside, his thick head hitting the back of your throat, causing a wet gag to leave your throat. At this, Cam's fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, clawing at you right along the stretch marks across your skin.
“Fuck!” He groans into your inner thigh. You come up for air, immediately using both hands to tug at his slick shaft, squeezing around the head every time. He practically loses his mind when you spit on him. “That’s it, baby, wet that dick,” he praises, licking at your arousal-stained thigh. You soaked him so good that he could hear the wetness in your hands and could feel your spit trailing down his balls, his thighs tightening at the sensation.
Keeping your ass in one hand, Cam brings a hand down to your pussy, dragging it through your sopping folds, getting them nice and wet before plunging two into your tight entrance.
“Mmm, shit,” you sigh, feeling the stretch of his thick fingers as he pushes deeper. You liked the slight sting that came along with him being inside of you. So much so that you started pushing back against his hand while you stroked his dick with his throbbing head nestled against your tongue.
“You like when I play wit’ this pretty pussy mama?” He chuckles, letting your hips do the work. Before you could even get an answer out, Cam spits onto your buzzing clit, massaging it in with his thumb. At this, your moans get even louder—even with your mouth being full of him.
As his curved fingers ram into your spot over and over, you push his dick down your throat, gagging a little every time. You knew he liked it when you got sloppy. Together, you and Cam’s moans, along with the slick, drenched sounds of your pleasure, filled the air.
When your walls start fighting his fingers and his hips start bucking up into your throat, you both know the other is close to coming.
Keeping his fingers inside, he replaces his thumb on your clit with his mouth. He sucks at the tingling bundle of nerves as he continues fucking into you. Instantly, you’re clenching even tighter around him, and your thighs are even beginning to shake. You start to suck harder around the head of his cock, hands wrapped around his shaft tightening too. Keeping your mouth wrapped around him, you unwrap your hands from around his shaft. One is planted on his thigh, and the other falls a little lower, taking his heavy and slick balls into your hands. That’s when he loses it. Cam’s hips start bucking up into your mouth, chasing a release. And you let him fuck your mouth, all while massaging his balls in the palm of your hand. Your muffled whimpers getting stronger as you, too, are so close to letting go.
His hips begin to stutter. And with one final jerk, Cam is flooding your mouth with his warm load. As he lets go, his mouth never leaves your clit. When he feels your throat contracting around him as you swallow his nut, he only sucks harder. Satisfied groans shooting right through you. Coupled with his unrelenting mouth on your clit, what sends you over the edge is when he removes a finger from your pussy, dragging it a bit higher to rub your slick into your much tighter entrance. When you feel him push the tip of his finger past your entrance, you’re gone.
Completely gushing on his mouth and fingers. Your thighs were fully quivering from the pleasure, and your moans were uncontrollable. When he feels you rest your head against his thigh, he releases your puffy clit and slowly pulls his remaining finger from your pussy. And without any hesitation, Cam sucks both into his mouth to get a taste of your release. Warm, sticky, and sweet.
The two of you lie there together, not even attempting to move out of the position you were in. After a while, Cam lightly grips your thighs, moving you over to get out from underneath you. Standing up from the bed, your boyfriend scoops you up into his arms and lays you down at the top of the bed in your cloud of pillows. He pulls the comforter over your tired body and joins you underneath, immediately cuddling into his side. Cam wraps an arm around you, holding you nice and tight against him.
Cam knew that you were going to need a little recovery nap, so to pass the time, he opened your laptop to start reading through your paper. That was the least he could do.
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