I want you.
Cameron Cade x Reader
WARNINGS: SMUT!!, Dom(ish)!Cam (Cam Is Thirsty Asf), Flirting, Shy!Reader, Majorette!Reader, Oral (Male Receiving), Big Dick!Cam, PinV, Squirting, Cum swallowing/Eating(?Idk), Dirty Talk, Aftercare Insinuated. Slightly Unedited.
SUMMARY: Idk I wrote this while horny. Enjoy. PT2? (if yall like this)
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“Whatchu sittin’ so far away for?”
Her eyes flickered up to his, narrowing. She knew exactly what he was trynna do, he had been asking to link again for the longest and it definitely wasn’t in concern for the assignment they needed to be doing.
If anything they should have been in a library with other people around, not at her crib, on her couch with R&B playing.
Y/N wasn’t necessarily a ‘good girl’, but she stayed in her lane and took care of her responsibilities. School was tough, and most importantly; expensive. If her daddy knew he sent his daughter to one of the best HBCUs in the country to carry on his legacy, but was instead playing around with boys, he would have blown his gasket and had everything to say about it. She could just hear it now.
‘I RAISED YOU BETTER!’
‘I DONT PAY ALL THAT MONEY FOR YOU TO PLAY!’
Yadda yadda ya—
The thought had her so caught in the moment, she forgot who was sitting in front of her for a moment.
“Cmere..”
Her head snapped to him in confusion before her face scrunched upon realizing what he had just said. “—Unt-unt…You trynna eat me..”
His jaw ticked before he smirked, his eyes landing on her glossed lips. He could feel his blood rushing immediately.
“Hell yeah.” He spoke bluntly, earning an eye roll from her.
He had been waiting so long to get back up with her, there was nothing more he wanted than to devour every inch of her body, nothing more he wanted than for her to want him back. “Look like you wanna be ate anyway.”
She mugs him, her mouth partially opening as if she was going to speak before it shuts back. Shit, it was true.
Rolling her eyes again, she speaks finally. “Boy bye, I'm wearing a shirt and shorts. Yeen nobody.” Her fronting barely covered her tracks, her hands moving to pull the oversized tee she wore over her thick things. He definitely saw through it.
Cameron mirrors her eye rolling just to be petty before commenting, “Right.”
His hand gripped on her bare ankle, softly caressing until he was suddenly tugging her over to his end of the couch, the jolt making her yelp so loud that the small black cat in the corner decided the two of them were no longer her scene and walked off elsewhere in the apartment.
She knew he was strong, the man played football for almost all his life, but damn. She was starting to feel that pulse between her thighs intensify. Loud like the sports car he pulled up in purring to life.
“Cam! Stop!-”
“Shut up.” He speaks sternly but playful, rocking that same smirk.
Sucking her teeth, she crosses her arms in an attempt to look opposed to his actions, but the small smile cracking made it hard. She sighs.
“You know, you don’t gotta be so thirsty, nigga.”
Cameron shrugs, unbothered. “I’m tired of beating around the bush. Closed mouths don’t get fed-”
“And when you get lock jaw? Then you won’t be eatin’ shit, greedy ass.”
He erupts into laughter at her. The front she put on was genuinely entertaining to him. He liked watching her pretend not to care about how he played with her, how he touched her, while also squirming where she sat. She was an obvious little thing and couldn’t lie to save her life.
There was a brief pause between both of them, her avoiding more eye contact while his big hands rubbed at her calf, shamelessly moving higher and higher till he got to her thigh.
He gave it a light squeeze and listened for a reaction, which he got. Quiet, but enough to confirm his already solid thoughts. She was sensitive. No dick in a while, if she ever had any to begin with.
Suddenly, he speaks. “All that bluffin’ just for me to be puttin’ you through this floor later.”
Her wide eyes flicker to his, fear of eye contact be damned now. The shockfactor of his dirty mouth had yet to wear off even after five months or so of knowing each other and exchanging conversation. “You are so nasty! You talk like we did something before.”
“Don’t got to! I know it’s good, and I know I’m good at what I do too.” The cockiness rolls off his tongue so easily, making her walls throb around nothing at all. It was starting to ache almost. She cursed her cycle and ovulation week to hell, wishing she didn’t feel so damn easy in the moment.
“How you know it’s good, Cam?” She asks, waiting for him to say something that’d heat her ears even more. You could tell he didn’t have to think for a moment before speaking, the response being like quickfire and just as unfiltered as the last.
“Cause I can see that ass from the front, duh. No idea how you get through doors without going in sideways, damn!” He smiles as she sucks her teeth in faux annoyance, pushing him. That only made him pull her closer. Subtle, but she noticed.
“Shut up! You are so silly.”
Both of their laughs filled the room. It was comforting, the music she put on to make it less awkward wasn’t even needed at this point. Everything came so naturally, the banter, the casual conversation, the flirtation. By the time they stopped laughing at other jokes being thrown back and forth, their stomachs were sore.
Catching his breath, Cameron wipes his teary eyes before speaking again,
“Okay, okay, I'll stop playin’. But for real…I’m just happy we hangin’ again,” He pauses a moment, letting the comment set in to watch you smile at it. “I’m trynna stick around and see what’s so good ‘bout being cooped up and busy all the time, not outside and shit”
She nods, humming. “Hm..outside where you be every weekend?”
He sucks his teeth and laughs. “Aight now..I don’t be outside all the time, I’m just saying. I don’t see yo’ ass no where unless somebody dragged you there. It’s more to life than practice and school, Y/N. That’s it.”
She shrugs, which he mimics but in more confusion, pushing further for an answer. Truthfully she only had one answer for that.
“I like my own company…Dance practice drains me enough. I got my friends and my music, all I need.” Stating matter of factly, she nods and he hums in response.
Maybe she stretched her reasoning a little and overcompensated for the fact that she hated parties, but that didn’t make what she said any less true. Actually, Cameron knew that very well already, it wasn’t hard to make her friends come up off information. He knew she was private, but he wanted in, and badly.
“Just friends, dance, and music? No room for nothin’ else?”
Her brain short circuits momentarily, trying to find every other possible way he could have meant that as they exchange looks. No longer playful, it was back to being something charged with more than just curiosity.
As her brows furrowed, she tried to joke again, but the quietness she got after the fact showed he was dead serious. But, she refused to embarrass herself and answer the wrong question.
“Who are you, Oprah?—Like what, Cam?” She asks quietly.
He felt so much closer, maybe it’s because they were inches away, but it felt deeper than physical. His hands squeeze at her thigh again, more so for comfort than anything. Was this what weeks of friendship was building up to? Something that was slightly more real than she initially expected? Often she told herself to stop being so delusional with thoughts of him that stretched beyond flirting or sex, she knew the hassle it was to cuff a man who played any sport, but was it really that shallow?
He didn’t even get to answer before she leaned in and beat him to the punch, unlike how he predicted it to go, but he wasn’t complaining.
The gap was closed by him with no hesitation, a shameless groan leaving his throat as soon as they connected.
The kiss was everything but rushed, Cam licking at her bottom lip to signal her to allow him in deeper; which she granted, mouth opening just a little wider. His hands found her hips to sit her in his lap and she fit just like a puzzle as he held her down right there, firm with a neediness he slowly revealed every time they were together.
She couldn’t help but move her hips in a familiar circular motion she was using on her pillow lately, feeling him respond back with just as much depravity. Grinding and whimpering into his mouth was her only way of satisfying that hot feeling in her tummy, the swarm of fictitious butterflies now completely engulfing her habit of timid behavior around him.
Just like that, he was brick hard, length pressing against her clothed middle. She could feel every twitch of it, and he could feel just how much she was throbbing through her shorts, a feeling that was a direct result of being around him.
Disconnecting the kiss, she gasps softly and lifts off of him, only enough to see the erection rising back in his basketball shorts.
“Can I see it?” She asks, innocence completely out of the window as soon as she felt him poking at her entrance.
His blue eyes searched hers for a moment, almost as if he was double checking for something.
“You wanna see? Say please.”
There was another whimper that left her kiss swollen lips, him giving her a begging look to coax the response he wanted out of her. It didn’t even take that much.
“Please?..Can I please see it?” She begs.
The serious face he wore slowly melted into a smirk, his body relaxing back into the couch.
“Pull it out for me, baby.”
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She wasn’t one to usually give head, but tonight felt totally different. Sure, her hormones were raging and taking over her brain like a parasite, but maybe he really deserved it. Maybe she deserved it. A girl could get a prize for being a square every once in a while.
It almost took her by surprise that he was so heavy with how lanky his body was, the muscle built from football really doing the work that his 6’5 height wasn’t. If she was none the wiser she’d say all his weight came from between his thighs.
8 inches of thickness that was two toned and slightly darker than his skin color, the tip of him matching the color of his lips. The upper half of his shaft curved only slightly upward, and he was trimmed, light brown hair speckled up to his happy trail.
After training herself for a moment she allowed her mouth to work down on him until she couldn’t take the pressure in her throat anymore, almost gagging on him before she pulled off with strings of spit falling from her wet mouth. He took the liberty to help guide her back down on him, hands tangling in her hair.
“Lemme use that mouth.” He moans while leading her right into the perfect pace for him, his groans mixing with the gargling sounds she had been making due to the amount of spit she gathered for him. The faster he went, the more spit she had to swallow or use to stroke his balls while he fucked her throat, earning her another moan.
There was no sign of him letting up either, so she relaxed her throat as much as she could and continued to breathe through her nose, letting him do exactly what he said.
“Oh my god, yo-“
She could hear him shudder from above, his thighs tensing up and relaxing constantly.
She moaned around him just to tease and egg him on, feeling how reactive he was to every move she made. When she wrapped her hand around the rest of his length she couldn’t swallow, he whimpered, caressing her jaw. This time when she purposely gagged around him, he began twitching in her throat, repeating her name until he felt his release building.
“Oh shit!”
His abs tightened to the point where it almost burned like a preseason workout. His hips slightly bucked whenever she’d come back up and lick over the tip of him, teasingly swiping the underside of the muscle over him repeatedly until she tasted the bitter sweetness of his cum.
And unlike any other guy she had ever been with, he actually kissed her afterwards, and passionately. There was no wiping her mouth, no turning his head, nothing. He grabbed her by the throat and allowed her to kiss him while his hand worked to slide inside her shorts and cup her pussy, fingers sliding through the slick warmth of her cunt ever so easily.
He grunted against her lips, biting softly as he pulled away. “So fuckin wet. Take these shits off and lay down.”
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Breathless and folded into her own couch now, Y/N thought back on how she imagined being in this exact same position with him; Face down, ass up with a few hand prints bruised onto her ass, but living it was so much better than imagination.
“You love that shit?”
His mouth was right next to her ear, filling her head with dirty praises as he fucked into her slowly, keeping her back perfectly arched for him to get just the right angle.
“I do!—“ She squealed.
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah, baby!”
A gasp caught in her throat as he slid deeper into her messy pussy. The wet sound of him sliding in and out was obscene and pornographic, the clapping sound made it no better.
There was a dull ache deep in her stomach from how big he was, but the little pain was a good one. One that made her toes curl and her jaw drop.
“I feel that pussy squeezin’ a nigga. You don’t gotta tell me you love it, I feel you, baby.” He huffs. It was hungry and animalistic, his hands gripping her hips even harder as he used her body weight as leverage to lean back on his haunches, using mostly his hips to fuck into her.
Her mind was as good as gone now, a clawed hand coming down on the cushions of the couch repeatedly before she made a fist, clutching the plush pillows to bear everything he gave her.
“Sh-sh-shit! Cam! Yesss! You fuckin’ me, bae—“ She chokes out, her voice shaking.
Bae?..She had no idea where the hell that came from.
She sounded scared almost when she moaned, anticipating how hard she was gonna cum—and ruin her couch.
“You got it. Take this shit like a good fuckin’ girl.”
“Yes!”
“You wanna cum, huh?”
“So fuckin’ bad!”
“Gimme it. Gimme allat shit.”
“Yes, yes! Ye—!” She went silent as his hand reached around and spread her lips with his fingers momentarily, her hips bucking back against him so hard that his other hand almost slipped before he readjusted and leaned in to deliver sharp thrusts until he was jackhammering himself down into her, one foot on the floor to keep his punishing strokes steady while his hands anchored to the dip in her back to keep her right where he wanted her; Stuck and drooling on her own couch.
His balls slapped against her clit over and over again, giving her more sensation than she could possibly handle at the time, but he didn’t stop. Even when she took a sharp breath of air for herself so she wouldn’t pass out, his strokes kept going. Even when she reached back and clawed at his torso. Not purposely, but she needed to ground herself or else—
“You gon’ cum on this dick. Stop fuckin touchin’ me and get that nut!”
His demands felt more like warnings with how he drilled into her without a care, and she couldn’t deny the demand if she wanted to.
“FUUUUCKKKK! UHHHH-”
“Uh-huh! Get that fuckin’ nut. Wet my shit up!”
He nods, watching her ass make ocean waves with every slap of his hips.
His voice shook just as much as hers as juices rained from between her thighs, her body shaking so much that her knees were beginning to slip from their positions, making her collapse flat.
There were five more thrusts that came after that before he was slipping out of her, his hard dick landing on top of her plump ass with a wet ‘plap’. wether on purpose or not, he was cumming all over her back with moans of her name leaving his mouth before using his thumb to push himself down through her ass cheeks and back to her wet opening, shooting the rest of his release inside of her warm walls.
He ground down on her a few times to finish; slow, just enough to give her another shiver up her spine before he was pulling back out, pleased and halfway limp.
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“I knew I should have made yo’ ass meet me in the library” She mumbles against his chest, smelling the scent of soap on him that they just used in the shower.
A tired chuckle leaves his lips as he pulls her closer to his side. Her bed was much more comfy than the couch.
“You knew exactly what you was doin’ bringin’ me here”
She sucks her teeth. “I’m innocent. That was all you”
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💌—this was- idk. i’m getting back into writing my own ideas again so feedback, likes, comments etc is appreciated <3