sets & reps — tyriq withers.
pairing ⁀➷ cameron cade x plus-size!blackreader
synopsis ⁀➷ your gym crush cameron makes it known that he has an even bigger crush on you and can handle you in every single way.
song of the chapter ⁀➷ ‘ass like that’ by victoria monet & ‘she’s a bad mama jama (she’s built, she’s stacked)’ by carl carlton.
word count + warnings ⁀➷ 3.5k || 18+, nsfw, mentions of weight, gyms & exercise. flirting, kissing, foul language, public sex, oral (m receiving), face slapping, size kink, praise, pet names (baby, mama, daddy) condomless sex (wrap it up!) fucking in the air, missionary.
a/n — first off rip carl carlton🙏secondly, yall that photo dump tyriq posted has me gone. like that’s really my husband, but i hope yall enjoy, this is something i just drafted up. happy new years as well. i got so much in store for you guys and i appreciate you all so much!!💕💕💕
‘her body measurements are perfect in every dimension.’
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thinking about gymrat! cameron.
you spotted him the moment he entered the gym doors.
cameron cade.
you tried to continue with your workout but he was so distracting, so exhilarating. you watched as he jumped around, hyping himself up for his current workout. it was tuesday, meaning today was arms for him. a pair of blue apple max headphones over his low shaved head, a clean plain white t-shirt hugged tightly around his chest and protruding biceps and a pair of basketball shorts covered his muscular thighs.
he walked past you, but stopped in his tracks once he realized who it was.
“oh, shit, wassup, y/n?”
“hey, cameron,” you smile, pausing your workout playlist. megan the stallion’s ‘right now’ blared between airpod 4’s. the houston hottie was the best motivation on days you felt uninspired. “i see you’re excited for today’s workout.”
“i gotta be. only way i’ll be able to get through it, you know?”
“oh, i know. i’m trying to find the courage to stand up from this mat right now,” you look down at the pink yoga mat you’d spent the last ten minutes stretching and contemplating on.
he expels a genuine laugh that meets his stormy orbs. forming smile lines around his cheeks and undereyes. he was so adorable.
your first gym crush.
from the day you started visiting the gym in your apartment building, cameron caught your eye. he introduced himself to you. asking questions about your routine and some of your fitness goals. you explained that you just moved to the luxury apartment building and wanted to take full advantage of its amenities and you also wanted to live a healthier lifestyle.
although you were plus-size, your goal was not to be skinny. you wanted to gain some muscle and round out your glutes, but in no way were you insecure and looking to lose weight. you loved your body, loved your curves and needed to live long enough to fully appreciate them.
“well, i hope you have a good session.”
“i will and same to you, cam,” he nods about to walk away until he takes a few steps backwards, almost as if he remembered something.
“do you think we can chat before you leave? i’d hate to interrupt your session and shit.”
you chuckle, slightly confused. “yeah, of course. just come grab me whenever you're ready.”
“bet.”
with that he’s pushing headphones over his ears and skipping over to the lat machine. he wanted to talk? talk about what, you thought to yourself as you stood from the mat.
you and cameron spoke here and there. occasional glances stole as you both finished your gym regime, but not really much else. you wondered what he could possibly want to talk about that he couldn’t tell you at this time.
you brush it off and finish your routine as usual. rdl’s, barbell squats, step-ups, hip thrusts and glute kickbacks. 4 sets and 10 reps, each and every time. you weren’t a gym bro or even a genius when it came to working out. you looked up a routine online, saw what worked for others and followed from there.
it seemed to be working.
you often found yourself staring in the gym mirrors as you worked out. your hips began to fill out and you were slowly but surely building a shelf. things like this took time and in due time the fruits of your labor would pay off.
watching a rerun of ‘insecure’, you finished your workout with a fifteen-minute walk on the treadmill. your phone is propped in the cup holder with treadmill settings adjusted to an incline of 10 and a speed of 2.5 miles. you’re a bit distracted as cameron appears on the opposite side of the machine, he hits the dougie to the beat of whatever music is playing in his headphones and you laugh, pausing the treadmill.
“you’re ridiculous,” you fetch your phone and pink leopard printed stanley cup, climbing off the machine.
“how was your workout?” he wipes his forehead of dripping sweat with a white towel provided by maintenance.
“um, it was good. same as usual, but good overall. how about you?”
“shittt, you tell me what you think,” he flexes his arms, showing off prominent veins and muscles. you laugh at his silliness but deep down your mouth was watering. he looked so fucking good it almost drove you insane.
“you’re so cocky,” you roll your eyes, walking past the abduction machine, heading further to the spa and pool area of the building.
“touch it. tell me what you think.”
“boyyy,” you laugh, but ultimately do as you're told. outstretching your arm to squeeze his bicep, short manicure nails pressing into the formed muscle.
hard as stone, he flexes it in your hold and you giggle, pushing him away. “what you work on today?”
“glutes,” you answer unapologetically. “i’m trying to gain some. i’ve been eating my weight in protein practically, working out like crazy and i still feel the same as before.”
he shakes his head, understanding what you mean. “it takes time. you gotta rest and reset, don’t push yourself too much. after a while, you’ll start to see results.”
you heard that so many times before. your butt wasn’t necessarily small, but it wasn’t exactly large either. you wanted a rounder ass and fuller hips. you’d grown up with a larger breast area and lacked packaging in the trunk. you weren’t trying to be harsh on yourself but you had goals and wanted to meet them.
“i appreciate it, cam, i try to keep those things in mind.”
you both stop walking right before the locker room doors. the gym is eerily quiet. only the sounds of whatever workout playlist management blasted through the ceiling speakers. it had gotten late. you and cameron always seemed to be here at the same time.
“you know you can always work out with me if you want to.”
your eyebrow raises. “workout with you? what are you going to do that’s any different from what i’ve already done cameron cade?”
“shit, i got a few ideas,” he bites his lip sexily. the room seemed as if it were closing in on you. he stood closer than before.
“is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”
“kinda,” his eyes are on your lips as he speaks. “i also needed an excuse to kick it with you a little more.”
it makes your heart beat two times faster. what did he just say? you can’t even respond because cameron is speaking again. “you look so surprised.”
you stutter. “it’s cause i am, cameron. where is this coming from?”
“you don’t see the way i follow you around this damn gym? i try to find space near you whenever i can, y/n.”
you were burning up and didn’t know if it was the post-workout whooping you or cameron’s heated confession doing equal damage. you didn’t realize it but cameron had his sights set on you from the moment you walked through those gym doors. voluptuous curves smoothed out by body-hugging workout clothing and you always wore a cute matching set. he liked you. wanted to get to know you better but you always left before he got the chance.
“cameron.”
his rough hand inches up your thigh, large thumb rubbing against the fabric of a black athleisure set, his other hand resting on the expanse of your exposed stomach. your back is practically pressed against the wall as he looms over you, breathing in the same air you exhale.
“meet me in the sauna,” are his final words before he pulls away. you watch in pure shock as he walks off and calmly enters the male locker room.
you look around the gym to absolutely no one. no witnesses. you’re alone and this man was making moves on you. you should leave. you’d never done anything like this before and certainly not with someone as handsome and fit as cameron.
you begin to move, almost heading for the exit, but something shifts in you. instead you set your phone and insulated water cup on the floor, taking a final look around the gym before entering the locker room.
you walk through carefully, searching around rows of lockers and unused showers until you approach the aforementioned sauna. you open the door and there cameron sits. like a greek god, he relaxes against western red softwood and the steam from the hot room immediately hits you. clothes removed and only the white towel he used earlier resting across his lap. a small mapping of a happy trail glides down his lower stomach and a major part you wants a peek underneath the cloth.
“don’t be scared,” he says and it shakes you, making you realize this isn’t a dream. this was indeed reality. “you came all this way, don’t get shy now.”
closing the sauna door behind yourself, you enter and remove your gym shoes, taking a slow stride towards him. cameron leans forward and pulls you into his embrace by the sides of your thick hips.
kissing along the skin of your stomach, his hands caress and grip your ass. “it’s all there. i don’t know what you talking ‘bout.”
you gasp at his lewd actions. looking down at him, while he stares back up at you, the most dangerous smirk playing on his face. he stands from where he sits and the towel that once covered him hits the floor. cameron’s hard dick stiffens and nudges hotly against your thighs as he kisses you.
much more tender than the heated escapade you two currently have, his sweet lips brush along yours as you gasp out, allowing him access inside your wet mouth. he groans so deep and low you feel it within as his tongue rolls across yours.
“fucking sexy,” huge hands are peeling away your gym attire. sports bra now resting on your chest as he drops his head to sample you.
his mouth sucks on the velvety skin of your hardened nipples. you cry in shock, swallowing the moan down as his thumb swipes your opposite nipple in a rough pass.
“you taste so fucking good.”
the heat of your skin is flavorful on his taste buds. a mix of sweat and the sweet dry down of a rose-scented perfume are a lethal combination.
your hand fidgets and moves to grip his dick. he moans out, the feeling of his straining member getting some attention makes him weak. you jerk, pulling gently along the shaft with every stroke, stopping just at his flushed tip. he throbs in your soft hand, precum dribbling from his slit onto the humid hardwood floor.
“you drive me insane. been wanting you for as long as i can fucking remember.”
“yeah?”
“fuck, yes. you’re all i can think about,” he groans. “you wear those little ass shorts in here and expect me not to want you?”
he’s asking but you don’t answer. eyes falling closed when his teeth grazes your pointed nipple. it burns in the best way as he bites down on it just a little bit.
“cam,” you moan, shaking in place while he laps at you. “cameron, i want you in my mouth, please, baby.”
“shit,” he huffs, wide eying you. you craved this just as bad as he did. “want my dick in your mouth baby?”
“yes, daddy, please.”
cameron can’t adjust fast enough. the words from your lips are like ammunition and they push him further and further to the edge. he releases his hold and you drop to your knees, meeting his length at eye level. hot and heavy, the caramel colored dick bobs right before you. it’s pretty. well-groomed with just a small bush of soft light brown hair cascading around his groin. a light pink tip and small freckles decorated all over his hips and thighs.
you place a gentle kiss against him and cameron has to fight not to bust then and there. your hand raises to wrap around his shaft, mouth thirsty with need to feel his weight on your tongue. you lick across tensed skin, the prominent vein trailing the underside of his shaft practically vibrating as you do so.
“you’re a fucking tease,” he grits, jaw clenched as he grips the back of your head. the knotless braids you had in a loose bun now fall around your shoulders and bare chest.
“you don’t like me teasing?”
“hell nah. want you to swallow that shit down, wanna hit the back of your throat.”
you do as you're told, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. you envelop him in your warm mouth and cameron groans so deep and rough, you’re thankful no one else is in the gym or sauna. he tosses his head back in pure pleasure, holding you in position for a moment, the hug of your throat the perfect comfort. he tastes delicious. the salty umami of his post workout skin cured any hunger you may have had prior to.
“shittt,” he’s hissing as you gaze up at him, holding still with watering brown eyes and a wet mouth. “fucking love your mouth. got that shit drippin’.”
you gag and pull away, an extensive string of spit following while you pump him. one hand rubs along the tip of his dick while the other massages his heavy ball sack. your head dips as you swallow them down, juggling both between your full cheeks.
cameron fights to stand still, ragged breathing and buckling knees right before you. it’s a boost to your confidence knowing that you made him like this. the man who’d been smug since the day you met him was right here struggling not to fall onto the hardwood floors simply from the work of your mouth.
you keep up with the rhythm of pumping his dick while suckling him down, primarily focusing on the tip of his dick. “f-fuck, imma nut, baby. your fuckin’ mouth is killing me.”
his stomach caves when you take him down again, lips in a pucker as you suck around the angry tip. “fuck—shit. i’m fuckin’ cumming, baby, fuck.”
his words are as filthy as his actions. the hot spurt of cum hits your throat in an instant. you’re taken aback, but you don’t pull away, instead you come closer. continuing to bob your head, making sure to drain him completely.
you come up for air with a grin on your pretty face. “lemme, see that shit.”
he holds you by the sides of your cheeks, watching in amazement as you cradle his semen on the pad of your tongue before swallowing the milky substance down. cameron curses, smacking your face lovingly with the palm of his big hand. he’s fucking proud as he lifts you from your knees and onto your feet.
you’re dizzy. the heady air of the sauna blurs your vision, but you know what you’re here for and you zone in on the man in charge.
“so fucking thick, fucking perfect,” he smacks the fat of your ass, the obscene noise echoes through the steamy room. “i wanna fuck you all over this room, you don’t even understand how bad it’s driving me insane.”
“want you to fuck me. want your dick, cam,” you’re begging but cameron doesn’t seem to mind because he continues to hum before removing your wide leg stretch pants.
“i got you, baby.”
he snatches you around. you’re like play-dough in his hands, going to and from as he analyzes over you. he’s huge. all muscles and height dominating over you. you’re still the same stature as he remembered when you two first met, but your body is slightly different. possible the workout helped recomp your shape. regardless to whatever, you were fucking sexy.
the athletic wear did nothing to show your true self. plump tits, full ass and hips and a chubby stomach that covers your juicy pussy. he grabs you by the stomach roughly, taking his time to admire you.
“like my women, like i like my weights.”
he’s serious, but you’re giggling, high on the air around you and cameron’s low gaze.
“yeah? and what’s that?”
he doesn’t answer. pulling you by your arms into his embrace where he kisses you once more, harsh and heavy against your lips. you two share the same breath as you release a cry. his hands prying your legs open, coarse fingertips brushing roughly along your clit. you break free from the kiss and stare at him in wonderment. he’s more stoic than you’ve ever seen him.
in a swift move, cameron has you in his grasp. squatting low enough to scoop you with his strong arms, picking you up from the ground he now holds you behind your kneecaps with the front of his forearms. you yelp at his surprising strength and race for safety by holding onto his neck.
“cameron!” you screech and he chuckles grimly. “cam, you’re gonna drop me!”
he smacks his lips and shows that you’re safe with him. bouncing you around wildly, you laugh in fear and excitement. “i fucking got you, girl. i lift weights heavier than you.”
that must’ve been part of the joke he tried to tell you earlier. you don’t get a chance to think long because cameron is lifting and lowering you over his thick length. the tip of his dick nudges your wet entrance, slowly sheathing himself inside, you both release a deep noise. cameron sighs and you moan, eyes stuck completely on him.
“cammm,” you moan loudly in his face. “cameron you’re so deep, baby.”
“i feel it, mama. i’m about to hit that spot, ain’t i?”
he raises you and pulls you back down. in a consistent motion your slick sounds through the room, a noise so melodious that it has you gasping in shock.
“you’re hitting my spot, baby. i feel you.”
the both of you are drenched in sweat from the sauna and the continuous movement through this room. sweat trickles down cameron’s forehead and lips. some gets on you from your face resting against cameron’s. you’re spent a second there panting out as the tip of his dick knocks your cervix with each thrust.
“you hear it? hear how fucking messy that pussy is?”
“yesss,” you’re practically sobbing. “yes, daddy.”
cameron growls, picking up speed. slow bouncing to get you accustomed, but now he needed the real thing, needed to see you crying in his arms and on his dick. you grip both sides of his shoulders for extra protection and for damage he currently causes.
“cameron, you’re—you’re fucking me so good.”
he huffs, licking his upper lip in excitement. “you ain’t never been fucked like this?”
“no, cam, nooo. you feel so fucking good, so fucking good, oh my god.”
his already inflated ego, inflates a whole lot more.
“love it,” his tongue glides up the side of your face. he’s like a mad man, but it doesn’t bother you at all. it turns you on a whole lot more. “love fucking you like this—shit. love being the one to take you apart.”
“yes, cam!” you gasp. “nngh, baby—you’re so deep.”
he’s leaning the both of you onto the gym bench, holding you in a missionary position as his hips piston, balls slapping your ass while you dribble wetness down his thighs. he’s ruined. he could no longer enter these gym doors and not think about you. not want to pull you into a corner and fuck you until you scream.
“cameron,” you weep. “oooh—ohshittt.”
you’re sure you both look a mess. damp braids cascading over your face, back and shoulders. cameron’s drenched in sweat and he’s breathing so hard it feels like a heater blowing on your face, fucking you like a dog in heat—as if you were his last source of energy. despite the intense workout you two put in a while ago, you both can fuck each other with zeal, and not be exhausted one bit.
“where you want me? where you want this nut?”
“in me, cammm, want you inside me, baby.”
he’s close. voice deeper, hoarser as he speaks to you. you don’t miss the way his dick throbs inside your spongy walls, you clamp around him tighter, nails tearing his back to pieces as he pounds you. holding you in position until you’re both coming.
he grants your wish true. the same cum that coated your throat, surges through your pussy at the exact same moment.
“cammm,” you’ve said this man’s name so many times this evening you’re sure he’s the only word written in the dictionary. “i’m cumming—fuck i’m cumming on your dick.”
your peer down to watch as the elixir you both create mixes and creates a saturated noise in the moist sauna room.
“goddamn, y/n, i’m cumming in you, baby. you got me cumming in that pussy, girl.”
when you two finally come down from the rollercoaster you’re on, cameron helps you clean up, kisses your forehead and kindly escorts you out the gym doors. he offers a private chat upstairs in his apartment.
maybe a drink for you two and possibly another round.
only if you’re down for it.
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