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TWO WEEKS
⚠️ femdom, dominant femme / submissive masc, power imbalance, sexual tension, emotional vulnerability, control and surrender, implied sexual content, slight dom masc (not rlly lol)
🎞️ What starts as casual curiosity turns into a shift in control. She’s calm, assured, and experienced ; he’s quite the opposite, and infatuated with the way she takes the lead without asking.
‘My thighs are apart for when you're ready to breathe in. Suck me up I'm healing, for the shit you're dealing’
“You’re using too much tongue, Cade.”
You told him quietly as you pulled away from his wet lips, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together, making your stomach knot up. Cade looked up at you with big blown-out hues, his hands holding tightly onto your hips. He swallowed loudly before rubbing his glistening lips together.
“Sorry. Sorry. I just got excited.” He whispered, trying to pull you back down, but you resisted with a small smirk, watching his brows frown and a small pout.
“Come here ma.” He mumbled, tugging you back down with a bit more force, causing you to fall back onto his chest. He laughed softly at his desperate attempt to reconnect your lips with his. You turned your head away, his lips colliding with your cheek, making him groan softly against your skin.
“Kiss me, Y/N. We ain’t got all night” He grumbles, resting his hand on the back of your neck, trying to get control of you, letting out a soft groan as he presses multiple messy kisses to your cheek.
Cade was…inexperienced in essential life experiences, to say the least. You blamed his parents for how little Cade knew about basic things such as cooking, kissing, sex, drugs —basic things a guy his age should know. He was forced into basketball instead of practical life skills— which socially stunted him. He came off awkward to most women but you found his awkwardness enduring.
You were obviously something new to Cade, something he needed to have and keep forever. Once he got a got a taste of you, he was nearly insatiable. He needed you so bad he’d move you into one of the other penthouses in his building if you’d let him. Unfortunately you two could never make it official, and was perfectly fine with that.
Well, you were.
Cade however was not.
It bugged him. It bugged him a lot actually. He hated that he fell for you, his teammates told him to keep it P—shit even you told him not to catch feelings. He’d never tell you anything, of course. He was sure you’d be quick to call whatever this was off. Even if you weren’t he wouldn’t find out. He was a coward like that.
Despite being one of the best players in the NBA, a fully grown man in stature, a multimillionaire, and a college graduate. Cade figuratively was far from grown. He was still wrapped around his parent’s fingers, he lived several hours away and even then they made sure to keep him on a tight schedule. Which brought another reason why you couldn’t be with him. God forbid you all visted his childhood home, would Cade have you and his parents in the bed?
You had sympathy for him of course, you were a psych major. You knew all about arrested development and late bloomers, what if Cade wanted nothing to do with you after you broke him out his shell. You weren’t prepared for the hurt that would come with teaching him everything— and him just…leaving you.
He picked you up hours ago. You just drove around, stopping at the drug store to roam the isles, laughing at the dumbest things, stopping to take pics with fans.
Now, here you two were, parked in the dark parking garage of the apartment complex your parents owned, you on top of him with him lying down in his backseat. His lips were glossy and swollen, cheeks flushed, and eyes hazy with infatuation. He let out a soft whine, his bottom lip jut out in an adorable pout. God, he was so fucking cute. You finally pressed your lips to his. He wrapped his arms around your torso, keeping your chest pressed tightly against his and humming softly into your mouth.
You took control of his mouth without hesitation. He groaned gruffly as he held tightly onto your hips. You let your tongue run over him, suckling softly onto the slick muscle, feeling him squirm a little at the action. He bucked his hips up into yours, making you gasp softly and pulling away, looking down at him with a soft smirk, tilting your head a bit.
“Not you getting turned on” You taunted, letting your hand move from his chest to his chest to his hip, squeezing softly, making him groan softly before nodding shyly. You hummed softly and climbed off of his hips, resting your hand on his thigh, raising your brows at how taut the muscle was.
“Damn all this fucking muscle, basketball do all this?” You smiled softly, chuckling quietly at how bright his cheeks got. You leaned up to press a soft kiss to his burning cheeks. You dug your fingers into his thigh, massaging the muscle with a slight smirk. He groaned softly, feeling the bulge in his grey sweatpants grow as you teased him. It always turned you on how you had such an aggressive player unraveling for you—you nearly had him in submission and his fanboys were none the wiser.
“Sit up, baby, " you whispered, watching him push himself up. You climbed into his lap, running a loving hand through his curls as one slid down to palm him over his sweats. “How much time do we have till you need to be home” you asked, your hand moving slowly, smiling at his blissful reaction. He let his head fall back, sighing softly as he furrowed his brows in thought.
You internally cringed, your friends all praised you for being with such a high profile basketball player. Would they be so proud if they found out he damn near had a curfew? Would they still be jealous if they found his mom still calls to make sure he’s in his bed every night exactly at 12, 2 on game nights?
“N-No got m-me all night” He asked, slowly moving his hips into your palm, eyes shut tightly as he let out a soft groan. You cracked a small smile at him, loving his eagerness.
“Oh yeah? It’s us tonight baby?” You sighed in relief, leaning down to kiss his neck, pressing a flat tongue against his skin. His familiar taste of sweat and cologne, gross, but you loved it.
“Only us ma” He groaned, holding tightly onto your hips, making you smile softly against his neck, tilting your head up to press your lips to his jawline feverishly before blindly sliding your hand into his sweat pants. It was like a sauna in the back of his car. Both of you were sweaty, your skin stuck to his like glue. It was overly fucking hot, it was nasty, and you loved it so much. You should have turned the air on, but gas was expensive, and you liked how Cade squirmed when you licked sweat off his skin.
He looked up at you with furrowed brows, taking a deep breath. He held your hips softly before swallowing a bit. “You okay?” He whispered, leaning up to press his forehead to yours, fingers drawing soft circles on your hips as you continued to shift on his thigh.
“I’m okay, just trying to get comfortable, I know your truck is huge but it’s still not my bed.” He chuckled quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Inhaling softly, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, smiling softly as he looked up at you.
“Can we do what we did last time?” He whispered, his soft palms skimming up under your shirt to hold your breasts in his hands, groaning softly. You inhaled sharply as you held tightly onto his shirt with a quick nod, pushing his hands out of your shirt to lay down on your back, staring up at him with hazy eyes.
He pulled his sweats down to his knees, watching you pull your shorts off completely, spreading your legs for him to lay between. One of your legs falling off the seat to rest on the floorboard, unbothered, you tangled your hand in his soft hair, pulling him down to crash his lips to yours, holding tightly onto him. His hand quickly pushed your shirt up to expose your stomach, moaning a little at how warm your skin felt under his palm.
“So pretty.” He whispers against your parted lips, rolling his hips into your clothed core, causing you to gasp softly, nuzzling your nose against his, biting your lip at the sound of his heavy breathing filling his car. He rutted against you quickly, sloppy. You had no idea why he was in such a rush usually he was just trying to get off before his nightly calls with his mother. Which was really her way of loosely enforcing a curfew and if Cade didn’t call. He wouldn’t hear the end of it; so it was best just to appease her needs and come home when she said.
The concept of Cade having a curfew at almost 30 made you immensely uncomfortable.
‘He’s 24 and has a curfew ’ you thought to yourself over & over, you were trying not to let your thoughts show but Cade always made you think. He made you ponder your morality.
You would give up everything you had to give Cade just a little bit of normalcy. A normal childhood and 1000 of girlfriends and baby mamas and whatever else his heart desired. You wanted to give him the life his peers had, but he just wasn’t socialized enough to have. Maybe in another life you’d be his WAG, you all somewhat made sense: a nepo baby supermodel and a basketball player. Typical You’d eventually star in a Real Housewives franchise, get your own spin off—but the Cade you had couldn’t give you that. He didn’t know how. As much as you loved the convenience of Cade, you were also getting older, were you wasting your youth on an experiment?
You blinked hard a few times, feeling some tears prick the back of your eyes. You’d never cry in front of Cade, you weren’t sure how he’d handle that. Especially if he found out the reason.
You held tightly onto him, letting out little gasps and soft moans when his hard dick pressed against your throbbing clit.
“Faster, Cade.” You whimpered desperately, searching for eye contact, which he delivered on after a beat, pressing his forehead to yours making your jaw drop a little. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” You whispered, groaning softly as you lazily draped your leg over his hips, feeling his hips stutter a bit at your words.
Cade was easy to please. He came quick if you said the right things. It exhilarated you, the way he fell apart from your words. You were enamored with everything Cade did, he had an innocence that was unfounded in men you usually dealt with. For once you didn’t feel controlled, you felt like you were in control…and you liked it, a lot.
“Answer me, Cade.” You gasped, feeling his pace pick up a bit. He looked up at you, pressing his lips against your temple and giving you a quick nod. “I wanna fuck you so bad Y/N fuck—” You whimpered at his gruff words, head falling back onto your seat, watching his hips moaning softly. “Such a good boy.” You praised mindlessly as you cupped his cheek lovingly, feeling his hips stutter against you as he let out a soft moan, brows furrowing.
“You gonna cum, baby?” You whispered, beginning to move your hips with his, jaw-dropping a bit as his dark brows knit tightly together at how good you made him feel. You made him feel good by just lying there taking whatever he gave you, and it made you feel good because it was so easy. You loved letting him use your body to explore, you didn’t have to fuck and he could take his time. It was a win-win. He nodded dumbly with a slight whine, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You held him tightly, pressing gentle kisses to the side of his face. “My baby” you cooed leaving marks where ever you could, would the fans see the remnants of you all’s parking lot encounter…probably. Did you care? No?
You snaked your hand between your bodies, pulling his dick out and feeling his grip on your hips tighten. You knew you’d both have speckled bruises tomorrow. Your stomach fluttered thinking about the different things fans would say, the speculation on what Cade did. Who Cade did.
You loved being marked, especially by Cade. Something about the way he hungrily ventured your body leaving proof his visit.
You twisted your wrist a few times for a reaction, the slick sounds filling your car and making your gut twist up. He groaned loudly as you let his head slide between your fingers. His breathing was shaky and quick as he held tightly onto you.
He fucked himself into your palm, his moans getting louder, his breathing getting faster, and you can feel his chest heaving against yours. God, he looked so pretty like this. He moaned loudly against your cheek as he shoved your hand away to get himself off. You moaned quietly at the sight of him jerking himself off.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, sliding your hand into your drenched panties and rubbing quick circles to your clit, “you sound so pretty.” you gasped, your lips ghosting over his throat.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He groaned, scratching down your sides, moaning loudly as he finally came on your stomach. He looked utterly fucked out, blissful, beautiful, his eyes shut tightly and lips parted slightly. You stopped your hand to look down at your stomach, the opal stripes immediately making you smirk cockily up at him as you bit down on your bottom lip.
“You made a mess,Cade.” You whispered as you dipped your fingertips in the cooling cum before shoving the digits back into your panties. A loud gasp slipped past his lips at your action, his fingers ghosting over your covered hand, reaching down with his free hand dipping his fingers into your dripping core with a deep breath.
“Look at me, baby. I wanna see your face when you cum.” He tried to catch his breath, staring down at you with those beautiful eyes, his thumb lazily smearing cum on your bottom lip with a soft groan as you tore your gaze away from your hands to look up at him, your jaw dropping a little with a loud gasp.
You could feel your orgasm building as he fucked you faster, your whines getting louder and more breathless as you stared down at his lips, swallowing thickly.
“You so fucking wet, you hear that shit? Listen to you. You’re such a pretty little slut for me.” This side of Cade? This was new… but it’s not like it didn’t turn you on. You moaned quietly at his words, whimpering at him, your lip trembling softly as your eyes squeezed shut, holding onto his bicep tightly. Small explosive fireworks explode in your stomach, a loud, pathetic whine leaving your lips as you finally let yourself go with a quiet, breathless moan.
The car was filled with heavy breathing, pressing your forehead against his with a soft sigh. He pulled his hand from your panties, eyeing his glistening fingers with a soft smirk before wrapping his lips around the digits. Your eyes widened as he groaned softly against his fingers, letting your fingers dip into his cum once again, smirking as you slid your fingers between your lips, cleaning them off with a slight grin.
Cade popped his fingers out of his mouth, groaning softly. He smirked softly, looking down at you, moaning at the sight of you.
“You’re so nasty, oh my god.” He whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. You pulled your fingers out of your mouth, wiping the slick digits on his shirt, giggling softly at him. You kissed his forehead softly, smiling against his skin, your fingers playing with his hair, sighing quietly.
There was a peaceful silence, his fingers running up and down your side, his breathing still evening out.
“This is really nice,” you got out with a heavy chest, sighing quietly, “I like this” you mumbled slowly, sitting up with a soft cringe at how the drying cum on your stomach cracked. He snickered, getting himself together as you pulled your shirt down and pulled your shorts back up.
“I had a good time, " He told you quietly, leaning his head on your shoulder. “I always do…I love you..” He looked down at you with a sweet smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head as he readjusted his sweats, sighing a little before looking out the window.
“I love you too Cade” you admitted your entire body feeling like it had just been lit on fire. “You do?” He said raising a brow.
You smiled at him before sitting up to look at him, tapping his nose lovingly with a simple nod.
“Of course, big head...I just didn’t want you to feel obligated to…”
That made him laugh, pressing another kiss on your head and laughing into your hair.
“Till next time?”
“Till next time.”
New/old of Timothée Chalamet at the New York Knicks vs Detroit Pistons game on April 21, 2025. ✨✨✨
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